Dirty Secret (14 page)

My tongue on his balls ended that quickly.

“Yeah, laugh while you can, monkey boy.” I played with them, rolling one to the side with the tip of my tongue. My hands remained on his thighs, stilling his quivering with a firm touch. I teased him, never touching his cock until I crawled up to his belly. Then I only brushed my fingertips along his shaft before grabbing at his hips. Biting at the skin around his belly button, I murmured, “Stay still, damn it.”

The rough and soft of a man’s body was an erotic thing. I loved the heady scent of Jae’s warm skin, and the rasp of his sparse body hair on my hands and mouth. Plum-colored nipples were a delectable treat, hardened to tight tips with a flick of my fingers. The muscles of his stomach jumped with every kiss I ghosted over his ribs, and the dark hollow of his navel was a thing of beauty, flat with a slight dip to it and a lip of skin begging to be gnawed on.

He was also slightly ticklish, so my mouth on his belly button made him squirm, even more so when I cupped him and squeezed lightly. I nibbled, taking my time with the taste of him, fondling him slowly. His hands drifted down to my shoulders, and I bit harder, loving the feel of his fingers digging into the meat of my arms.

“
Agi
….” he moaned, drawing out the word until it purred with a guttural growl. His teeth were making short work of his lower lip, and his knees were spread apart, his hips undulating to meet my fingers around his shaft. “
Now.
”

Some men enjoy teasing their lovers by drawing out foreplay and sensual torment. It was one way to go. Jae, however, was old enough to know when he wanted me deep inside of him. Since he also made most of my dinners and possessed sharp teeth he liked to bite with, I usually gave in.

Also, I’d be a fool not to want to be buried in my lover. The world tightened to a place where only he and I existed when I was inside of him, my arms wrapped around his body. There’s only so much stupid I’ll admit to, and teasing Jae when I could be loving him was a line I wasn’t going to cross.

“Turn over,” I said, rising up to kiss his nipples. “Hold onto the headboard.”

He slithered up the sheets, getting on his knees and reaching his arms out to wrap his fingers around the top of the wooden headboard. Jae’s movements were deliberate, graceful, and economical in motion. I’d reached for the handle on the nightstand drawer when the sight of him spread out and waiting for me made me pause. I was already hard enough that my cock was painfully aware when it brushed against the sheets. I didn’t need to see Jae’s head drop so his hair fell forward, or the slight pink tip of his tongue run over his chewed-on lower lip.

“Shut up,” I told my dick. “We’re getting there.”

Sliding up the back of Jae’s body, I reveled in the feel of his skin on my stomach and chest. The weight of him pressed back against my crotch made my blood sing. I bent forward when he tilted his head up, capturing his mouth with a fierce kiss. He tasted of citrus soda and cloves, a fragrant reminder of the Djarum Black he smoked while waiting for me to grab the pizza from the pickup window.

“I fucking love your mouth.” I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. Even with Jae’s tongue lapping at mine, I needed more.

“You can love it more,” he teased, pulling at my lower lip with a playful nip. “Or you could love me more with yours.”

Kissing down his neck, I skimmed my teeth over his shoulder and bit down enough to have his skin on my tongue. I swallowed, enjoying the flavor of his skin, and worried at the flesh I had in my grip. It would bruise, a light plum mark he’d wear hidden under his shirt, but I liked knowing he walked around marbled from my teeth.

“You like that?” I asked when he moaned in pleasure. “I know I do. I like tasting you. I love having you in my mouth.”

I bit him again, harder, so he would feel it for days after we’d left our bed. Cupping my fingers, I pressed the furrow between his cheeks. The skin gave beneath my touch, and I teased him, circling his entrance with a slow, wide arc meant to drive him crazy.

I must have succeeded, because Jae gripped the headboard tight enough to turn his knuckles white, and swore at me in a mingle of English, Korean, and what I suspected was Filipino.

Arching his back, Jae rubbed his ass against my hand, then pushed until it was trapped between us. “
Agi
, now.
Please
.”

I blindly searched for the bottle of lube I’d lost somewhere in the sheets. Of course, I found the condom first. I put it to the side, not wanting to lose it, then thought better of it.

I was a quick study on how to open and roll protection on with my teeth, and one hand. The foil packet went one direction, and the latex sleeve slicked over my hard cock before I’d taken a few breaths. I’d left off searching for the lube as I sleeved up, running my free hand up over Jae’s shoulders and back to keep him hot and wanting. He twisted slightly when I touched him with my fingertips, his hips weaving away from me as I traced the bones of his spine.

“Taking too long.” His words were rounding with his arousal, hollowing out his vowels and slurring at the ends. I loved making him so hot his English suffered. “
Aish
….”

The bottle was nearly under Jae’s knee, sunk slightly into the soft mattress foam. I nudged him aside and pulled it free, kissing the small of his back to apologize for the delay. He made an impatient noise when I finally got the bottle open, the top loudly clicking when I pressed it down. The slick lubricant poured out onto my hand, and I spread it liberally over Jae to ease my way in. He shifted again, bending his knees slightly and angling his legs so he opened up wider to let me get him ready for me. I bit his right cheek when he growled at me again to hurry up.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, licking the spot. I stared up the length of his stretched out body to his hands gripping the rail. “Well, not like that.”

It was the most exquisite torture to feel Jae’s body resist mine. His entrance pushed at me, like he pushed at me nearly every other minute of the day. Then suddenly the way was open, and I plunged into the hot depths of his core. I fought to go slowly, reveling in each pleasured hiss and strangled moan coming from Jae’s parted lips. He’d dropped his head again, so all I could see was his hair and the curve of his neck, his shoulders tense with taut muscles while I worked in deeper.

I covered him with my body, needing to feel all of him on me. Beneath me, his ass flexed, taking me further in with each slow thrust I gave. It was an agonizingly sweet minute before my thighs met the backs of his legs, his tightness drawing all the moisture from my mouth and bringing my balls up to rest in the curve under my cock.

The laughter in his murmurs was gone, burnt away from the fiery need bubbling up inside of him. His shoulders hunched, and I met him when he thrust up, driving my length into his center. I fought to find purchase, first on his hips, digging my fingers into the sparse, lean muscles there, then edging up so my hands covered his, our fingers intertwined on the headboard.

“Want you,” Jae hissed. Leaning his head back, he turned his face slightly so his cheek was against mine. Damp with a faint sheen of sweat, his skin slid over mine, the friction warming the spot where we touched. His breath was hot on my neck, filling the hollow of my throat. Every pant felt like a butterfly kiss on my skin, licking between my collarbone and jaw. “More,
agi
. More.”

He said other things, but his English fell away under his rushing, guttural Korean. I didn’t need to understand the words. I knew what he wanted. He needed to feel me stretching him apart, his body straining to take my width. I drove in hard, reaching past his entrance and into the depths where I knew his pleasure lay. Lifting my head and squaring my shoulders, I thrust up, searching for that singular place inside of him that would set him on fire.

I found it, and with a long, sizzling stroke, found it again. The sound Jae made tickled every nerve in my body. It was a low, sensual plea, reaching into my belly with its thundering need. I liked that sound. I wanted him to make it some more.

Jae, very thoughtfully and wordlessly, agreed.

His pitch changed when my pace picked up, and his fingers tightened around mine. So did his hold on my cock. Jae felt like velvet around me, and we soon found our rhythm, rising and falling together. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, a driving beat underscored by Jae’s soft cries and the creak of the bed frame.

A bead of sweat dropped from my forehead and hit the stretch between Jae’s shoulder blades. Bending my head down, I licked at it, rolling the mingled salt of our bodies on the roof of my mouth. The tiny shudders rocking Jae’s body told me he was close, and the hot, mangled string of Korean he gasped out reassured me he was ready for my touch.

As I slid one hand free of the headboard, he hissed and grabbed a tighter hold of the other, keeping me stretched across the length of his spine. Undulating under me, he urged me to go faster… move in deeper… to do anything to ease the yearning tension building up in him. My captured fingers ached from his hold on them, but I refused to shake loose, wanting that simple touch when I drove him over the edge.

The head of his cock was slick with his need, and I took my time covering it with my palm. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I slowed my thrusts to tease his erection with every stroke of my hips. His cries turned raw, and Jae grunted when my fingertips found the thick vein running under his sex. He pulsed in my hand as his heart pounded blood through his excited body. I hooked the flat of my thumb on the ridge of his glans, pulling him off in a quickening stroke.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered hoarsely. “Give it to me.”

I felt him go over and followed him as closely as I could.

The world bled away, leaving me floating and only aware of the man who held me inside of him. His cock twitched in my hand; then my fingers were wet with his seed. I inhaled the pungent Jae-ness in the room. It blended with the musk of our sweat, and the citrus scent of the soap we’d both used. He clenched around me and murmured something sweet and cloying under his breath… something I didn’t understand, but I felt it punch me in the gut with the fervor and passion he put into it.

I spilled into him, gasping when my own heat poured around me. Closing my eyes, I rode the shockwave rolling through me. My hips thrust again, driven by need and instinct more than anything else. Under me, Jae shuddered, and his sex crested again, filling my palm.

Letting go of his cock, I wrapped my arm around his chest and held him against me, my balls rolling up tight between my legs. Jae rocked still, milking the last few currents of pleasure from my sex. Panting hard, I continued to meet his thrusts, slowly bringing us back down from the clouds.

The sound of wood cracking was the only warning we had; then the rail gave way under our joined hands. Startled, I regretfully slid free of Jae’s body and pulled him back onto me to keep him safe. The bed lurched forward, then tilted violently to the side. Another shattering crack punctured through our heavy breathing, and the headboard gave way, sending the mattress and box spring to the floor.

The jolt of the bed falling startled us, and Jae clung to my arm for the short, wild ride. Dust bunnies flew out from under the box spring, fleeing the carnage. I inhaled a mote or five, and coughed, jerking Jae with every convulsion. Lying on my side, I caught my breath and surveyed the damage.

“I think we broke the bed,” I declared resolutely. The rest of the headboard chose that moment to finally give in to gravity, and its posts crashed to the floor. The footboard, resigned to its destruction, gracefully toppled down to the carpet, making a small thump when it hit. “Yep, pretty sure about it now.”

“You’ll have to get a new one,” Jae said from inside my embrace. His breathing was still hard, gradually returning to normal, and his hair was damp, clinging to his forehead and cheeks. “I think we also have to change the sheets. Maybe even the pillowcases.”

I shifted, and the moistness of the bed linens confirmed Jae’s assessment. Murmuring my agreement, I lay with him in my arms, coughing again to get the grit out from the back of my throat.

“We could just leave it on the floor,” Jae suggested, then looked at my face. “No, eh?”

“No. Where would I lose my socks then?” Our hearts were finally slowing down, and I grinned to hear our pulses catching the same beat. I didn’t want to let him go. Especially not after having him open up under me. I kissed his forehead and sighed. “You hungry?”

“Yes, but food can wait,” he purred, and shoved me over. I flailed and grabbed at the edge of the mattress. We were sticky and sweaty, so Jae slid over my thighs with a graceful ease. My cock protested a bit when he tugged it free of its latex prison, but recovered to stir feebly as his tongue licked around the sensitive head.

“Well….” I was going to play it cool, but my dick had other thoughts, stiffening when Jae’s lips ghosted a kiss over my shaft. “Since we already broke the bed….”

Spreading his hands over my scarred chest, Jae smirked up at me and said, “Let’s see if we can break the floor too.”

Chapter Ten