Dirty Kiss Page 13

  “God, I love that I can make you do that,” I said, catching the dew on my pad and sucking my thumb clean. Jae groaned, his backside thrusting up with need. He’d growled when I’d pulled away, his honey-brown eyes going dark with lust. Grinning with the sexy man I had in my lap, I tucked my hand back down the front of his pants. “Get up a bit, babe. I need to get under you.”

  Jae lifted, moaning when my fingers slid under his sac. Rolling his balls in my palm, I used my thumb to stroke Jae into a ready hardness, watching the flutter of his eyelashes when I brushed around the man’s entrance. He leaned back, shifting his legs until his knees were on either side of my thighs. The hard mounds of his ass parted, and I felt his cock heat against my body.

  “Push into me.” Jae lowered his mouth, digging a bite into my throat. He captured my pulse between his teeth, and I felt the tip of his tongue on my skin.

  “Hold on. In a second, baby,” I promised. I was already on fire, and Jae’s small wiggles on my crotch were doing things to me that made me want him more. Tucking the bottle of lube between us, I twisted the cap off, flinging it aside. Bringing the bottle up, I kissed Jae’s trembling lips. As I warmed the cold oil between my fingers, I drank from his mouth, swallowing Jae’s moans as our tongues met.

  “I don’t want to wait,” Jae said, his voice rough.

  “Me neither,” I murmured, moving my hand down to the pucker between his spread cheeks. My fingers tested the man’s pout, pushing and teasing the rosy ring. Able to dip the tip of my finger in, I pulled down, getting a long, shuddering moan from Jae’s panting mouth.

  “Where are you going?” he growled, rumbling a warning when I pulled my fingers back.

  “I need more lube. It’s by my leg.” I laughed when Jae’s fingers fumbled at his knee, searching for the vial of gel. “The other leg, baby.” I leaned back and held my other hand up for Jae to coat, but he shook his head.

  “No,” he murmured harshly. “You’ll just tease me. Use that hand to get your pants undone. I want you to feel me when I do this.”

  I frowned, wondering what he was up to, when Jae tilted his hips forward and the cold, slippery feel of lubricated fingers joined mine at his entrance. Working his hand down the back of his pants, Jae arched his back, thrusting his trapped cock into the flat of my belly, and rocked a finger into his entrance. Thick with gel, it slid in, taking my fingers with it, and Jae panted, his mouth open with need.

  Groaning at the sudden contrast of heat and cold on my hand, I pushed up, flattening Jae’s balls into the hollow of his thigh as I dug my fingers deeper into Jae’s passage. The man’s tightness resisted the intrusion, then suddenly gave way, sucking me in. A few strokes and my wrist ached, throbbing from the unnatural angle, but the discomfort was easy to stand, especially when Jae’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back, glazed with sexual tension.

  I tugged at Jae’s pants, freeing his erection with a pull of his loose waistband. Hooking my hands into his pants, I pushed them down until his ass was exposed and rocked Jae forward so I could get the fabric halfway down his thighs. Tearing open the wrapper with my teeth, I spat out the foil and shook out the condom. My cock was unwilling to stay still, and it bobbed about as I struggled to get the sheath on with one hand.

  “Hold on, baby.” I couldn’t keep stretching him and get my cock covered at the same time. Reluctantly, I pulled from Jae’s body, more than a little aroused when he whimpered with longing. The condom finally stretched over my cock’s head and down my shaft, and I moaned, biting at Jae’s neck. “Come on, baby. I need to fuck you.”

  Shivering, Jae slid his fingers free from his hole and gripped my shoulders. The small sounds coming from his throat grew intense, driving me wild. I gripped Jae’s hips and guided the man up, angling him until the tip of my cock brushed over his tight entrance, but I wasn’t ready to take him yet.

  Sweat dampened Jae’s shoulder blades, making his shirt stick to his back, and he groaned, trying to pull me closer. As I pushed into him, he gasped and held steady, working his fingers into my hair. He rocked with need, mewling and begging as I played with him, my fingers parting his ring and applying a thick line of lubricant around his pout.

  “Go easy. Please. So big,” Jae breathed, nibbling at the tip of my ear. He tightened his knees around my legs, canting his hips down until he rested on my cock’s head. “Push in. Now. God, please.”

  The thrust of my cock head against Jae’s entrance breached the first ring, and I waited for his body to adjust before I went further. Forcing himself to relax, Jae arched when my fingers ran under his shirt, finding his hardened nipples and pinching them tight. Gasping, he thrust down, riding the slight pain until he found the pleasure of being filled. I entered him carefully, stretching him until I thought he would burst, but Jae wanted more.

  Pressing down on my shoulders, Jae steadied himself with his hands and pushed down, engulfing me fully into his heat. The brush of my groin against the cup of his ass was what Jae needed, the pressure of my heft against the nearly too-taut skin of his rectum. I felt the bittersweet tingle of his body closing in on me, the slither of his passage rubbing on my shaft, and I gripped his hip, angling him slightly so I could hit the sweet spot I knew lay inside of him.

  “Baby, you are so tight… so hot,” I mumbled, forcing myself to stay still until Jae grew used to me. Jae was forcing himself down, needing to feel me buried deep inside of him. A ripple of stimulation against my shaft, and I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood as my control was tested. Keeping my hands on Jae’s hips, I breathed out hard, cooling the damp sweat on Jae’s neck.

  Raising the hem of his shirt, Jae hooked it over his neck and shoulders, exposing his chest to my mouth. I took up the invitation, leaning forward and pushing myself further into the tight channel. With a flick of my tongue, I tasted one dusky nipple. When Jae moaned with pleasure, I licked again, swirling my tongue around his chest. A nip of teeth on the areola drove Jae’s hips into motion, and he began to rise along the length of cock, plunging back down with a slow glide.

  I suckled, drawing the nub out until I could pull it, and dug my teeth in deep, reveling in the shiver of Jae’s warmth rippling around me. I twisted his other nipple slowly around and scraped at it with my nails. Digging his hands into my shoulders, Jae rode me slowly, undulating forward with a rise of his hips backward before drawing back down again. I let his ass press on my thighs, holding him in place before letting Jae start again, wanting to be in as deep as he could take before pulling up.

  “Keep going, baby,” I said, biting and nipping a trail down from Jae’s chin to his shoulder. The feel of Jae’s ass around me drove me wild. I thrust up, meeting Jae’s hips when they lowered. Spanning Jae’s ribs, I stroked the soft skin there before moving down to cup Jae’s erection. “I’m going to make you insane.”

  “I like this.” He panted into the hollow of my throat, his teeth scoring my skin. Nipping at the tender flesh on my collarbone, he bit harder, suckling at a spot until the pain drew tears into my eyes. Licking at the spot, he moved on, cupping one hand behind my head while using the other to balance himself against the couch. Stretched out in front of me, he glistened, a long stretch of muscle and skin I couldn’t get enough of.

  The heat of our bodies warmed the gel to a liquid, and it pooled down my shaft. Wiping at some of the gel, I rolled my fingers into the lubricant and reached behind to finger Jae, pushing first one digit and then another alongside of my sex, driving hard into Jae’s soft warmth.

  Surprised, Jae toppled forward, panting at the stretching. Unable to stop himself, he quivered, quickly surrendering control as I twisted my fingers up to hit the soft bundle of nerves along Jae’s core. Stroking hard, I pounded his hips up, hitting the round of Jae’s ass and filling him to the top. Thrusting harder, I slid to the back of Jae’s channel, hitting the ridge of his body over and over until Jae’s mumbling cries grew louder with each grunting twist.

  “You like that, baby?” I gasped, breathing hard.
I kept up the pace, driving into him until Jae could do nothing more than hold on, pushing down to grasp my cock with a tight clamp of his muscles.

  We rode one another hard, feeling the pleasure build up. A touch of my palm on Jae’s too-sensitive head made him jerk, and then the world spun out of control. Gushing, his cock spurted its release, a trail of spicy salt liquid hitting my chest and stomach, curling into the faint whorl of hair along my navel.

  I quickly followed, my balls cupping tight, and I jerked with the feel of Jae’s climax. Jae’s velvet heat drank me, pulling my seed from me. Exploding, I kept thrusting, pushing in as far as I could as my body spilled out its heat.

  Jae’s shuddering spasms eased; then he twitched. When the head of his shaft brushed over my belly, he hissed, his skin too sensitive to be touched. Clamping over my lessening erection, he milked me with easy, slow rolls of his hips, and I watched the fire fade in his eyes and a languor slip into their brown depths.

  “Was I worth it?” Leaning his head on my shoulder, Jae panted, breathing in my sweaty scent and the masculine aroma of our sex. Jae blinked, and I felt a hot wetness on my skin. “The trouble, I mean?”

  “You are more than worth it,” I said softly, realizing I meant it. I felt way too much guilt to be healthy, but having Jae around me felt good. “Worth any trouble you might bring.”

  Chapter 10

  “IT’S about damned time. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to turn into a monk.” Bobby handed me an open bottle of sparkling water, a wedge of lime shoved into its neck. My living room was big enough to seat ten people, and he still squatted on the couch next to me. He’d brought a beer for himself, one of the dark stouts I’d gotten from a local brewery. “You just left afterwards?”

  “Not immediately. Shit, wasn’t like I shot off and then split.” I sipped at the green bottle, making a face when I got a mouthful of pulp. “He had to get up early for a photo thing. If I stayed, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep.”

  “I would have at least stayed for dinner.” Bobby laughed when I flipped him off. “You’ve got it bad for this one.”

  “This one?” I shuffled through the papers I’d spread out on the table. “He’s got a name.”

  “Jae-Min Kim. Don’t get me wrong, Princess, I’m glad you’re back in the game.” He grabbed the copy of the suicide note, turning it around. “It took you long enough.”

  “So?” I frowned. The second sip was more palatable after I worked the lime down the neck and into the water. “I wasn’t ready before. I’m not so sure I’m ready now, but God, I want him. I just wish I could stop feeling like I’m cheating on Rick.”

  “It’s been years since Rick… since Ben,” he said softly. “When are you going to forgive yourself for that? I watch you smile and then shut down when some guy smiles back.”

  “Rick’s dead because of me.”

  “Rick died because of Ben.” Bobby cut me off. “Not because of you. Not because he loved you and because you had a life together. He’s dead because of Ben. That doesn’t mean that you can’t start living your life again.”

  “I thought you weren’t the girly-talker type.” I poked back.

  “I’m not, but who the hell else is going to listen to you?” He pulled the papers away from my hands.

  “Not the voices in my head, that’s for sure.”

  “Fuck him, Cole. Fuck him and enjoy it.” Bobby went straight for the kill. “I’m not saying that you didn’t love Rick. Hell, I didn’t even know Rick, and I know you loved him, but Cole, you’ve got to go on.”

  “I tried, Bobby,” I admitted. My face grew too tight, and I rubbed at it. “I kissed him, then fucked him, and it was so damned good. So why am I thinking, ‘how can I be doing this to Rick’? Isn’t that stupid?”

  “Did he kiss you back?” he asked. “Before the sex?”

  I had to stop and think about it, then regretted even doing that. Jae’s mouth on mine was an erotic slide into need, and reliving it wasn’t going to make my life easier. I’d felt the tip of his tongue on my teeth, then on my lower lip, his mouth opening wide enough to let me taste him. There was a hint of the cloves he smoked and something promising in his kiss. My body burned where his hands explored my ribs, stroking at my sides as he made soft kitten noises under me. I was surprised at how much happened in those few seconds, and then the cold air between us when I jerked away.

  “Yeah, he kissed me back,” I said from behind my hands. “Next thing I knew, I was… you know. Then I left.”

  “You’ve got to be the most fucked-up guy I’ve known.” Bobby took a swig from his beer bottle. “And I’m including myself in that. What the hell were you thinking? You should have stayed, and damn the job.”

  “It’s his job, Bobby. And he needs some room,” I replied. “We’re not… good for each other. He’s some loose idea of what the truth is, and I’m poking around his family and stirring up shit. Not a good way to start a relationship. Wait. Sorry, I forgot. We can’t have a relationship because he’s got to go off and get married soon. Because he’s Korean.”

  “Okay, you lost me,” Bobby admitted. “What the hell?”

  “No, apparently that’s how it works. You can be gay until a certain point. Then you have to go off and have kids,” I said, turning the bottle around in my hands. “That’s what Hyun-Shik did, and Jae-Min’s probably going to do the same. It’s what they all do. Have to have a kid for the family.”

  “And that leads us to his cousin’s bitch-wife, yes?” he mused. “So this kid decided to pull off the rainbow panties and go have a straight het life?”

  “Poetic. You should write that down.”

  “I’ll jot it down when I write my memoirs.” Shuffling through my notes, Bobby pointed to the now-familiar suicide note. “So who ran you off the road? The sobbing widow?”

  “She wasn’t sobbing.” I recalled Victoria’s grief crumbling away under her anger. “Well, she was, but it was as fake as her boobs.”

  “You noticed her boobs were fake?” He shook his head, swishing a sip of beer in his mouth, and swallowed. “I worry about you sometimes, Princess.”

  “Concentrate less on her breasts and more on why she’d want Hyun-Shik dead,” I said.

  “But we don’t know that for sure,” Bobby pointed out.

  “No, we don’t,” I agreed. “But that’s as good a place to start as any.”

  “Nothing big on the insurance take. Everything goes to the son. It’s a big something, but she can’t touch it.” He dug through the paperwork spread out on the coffee table. “House and finances revert to our dear enhanced-boobie widow. She had money when she came into the marriage, so he’s not that big of a leap on the economic food chain. Our Vicki-girl scored big when her parents died a year ago.”

  “I checked that out. They were in a car accident in Italy. I don’t think she had anything to do there.” I checked the notes I’d gotten from Mike. “Hyun-Shik made out better in the marriage. Her dad was connected, and the Kims’ law firm benefited from that.”

  “You said something about a guy. That family friend.” Bobby sat back, leaving his beer bottle on the table. “He could have done Hyun-Shik to get him out of the way and make time with the wife.”

  “Who says ‘make time’ anymore?” I asked.

  “I’m old. Cut me some slack.” He reached across the space between us and jabbed me in the chest with his index finger. “We’ve got the friend who’s sniffing around her. Maybe he took care of Hyun-Shik with Jin-Sang’s help, then scratched him off next?”

  “So it was him in the van?” The couch cushions let go a sigh of air when I leaned back into them. There were times when I wished I had a dog. Right about now, scratching a Labrador’s wide head would go a long way in the thinking process. Glancing over at Bobby, I guessed he’d draw the line at that kind of affection.

  “This would have been easier if you actually saw the guy.”

  “Sorry, I was busy trying to stay on the road, and then I got k
ind of consumed with knocking him out of commission,” I replied. “It was bad enough being rescued by a hippie chick in a sports car.”

  “Takes all kinds in California,” Bobby reminded me. “What’s the friend’s name?”

  “Give me a minute,” I said, scrambling through my half-assed notes. “Brian Park. Works for Papa Kim’s law firm. Hyun-Shik was his boss, but Brian assured me that they were all buddy-buddy.”

  “Buddy-buddy as in fumbling in the closet together?” Bobby’s eyebrows crawled up his forehead and wiggled at me with a lewd shuffle.

  “I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Park hadn’t seemed to have it for his dead boss, but I’d been wrong before. “He seemed to be more interested in patting Victoria’s hand than sobbing after Hyun-Shik. He did say the gay thing was a shock, or words thereof.”

  “So not so close friends that he knew our boy was dipping himself into other guys,” Bobby mused. “What about the cousin? The one you have the hots for? Are we sure that Hyun-Shik wasn’t doing him?”

  “Jae wasn’t seeing his cousin.” If I didn’t know better, I’d have said I was becoming territorial. From the look on Bobby’s face, he seemed to share my opinion. “Sorry, it’s been a rough day.”

  “Yeah, what with being run off the road and getting some.”

  “We’re back to that, then,” I said slowly. I was getting tired of the people around me who seemed very willing to toss that last handful of dirt onto Rick’s grave. “I’m still working through this shit. I don’t appreciate my friends sticking their faces into my business.”

  “Yeah, we’re back to that.” With a nod, Bobby squared his shoulders, preparing for a fight that I knew I was going to lose. He went gentle with his next ripping off of mental bandages, but the sensation was no less painful. “Rick’s not coming back, Cole. I already told you, it doesn’t have to be forever with this Jae kid, but hell, it’s something. I don’t think Rick would expect you to spend your entire life alone.”