Comment below with the most disgusting or surprisingly tasty "foreign dish" that you've ever tried. For me, it was pot roast. I'd never eaten it until I was an adult. :::grins:::
This excerpt starts Chapter 9. Since this book is in Cole's POV, sex between Jae and Cole is sometimes explosive and complicated. He's drawn to Jae but oh, the young man in question is definitely Trouble with a capital T. Still, once Cole's taken a bite of his temptation, he doesn't want to stop.
Please keep in mind, this isn't Jaejoong :::Grins::: I chose Jae because it was a good name for an American audience.
GIVEAWAY IS OVER
This excerpt is NC-17 / Lemon
“Lift up your arms,” he said softly, tugging at my shirt. “I want to see you.”
For a moment, I was unsure. I knew what my chest looked like. The starbursts of scars weren’t pretty. I was toned and hard, my muscles firmed up from pounding the bag and running, but no amount of time in the ring with Bobby would do anything to lessen my scars’ ugly color or dimpled skin, but I let him lift my shirt up and pull it off.
He didn’t flinch when he saw the damage, and I watched Jae through my lashes as he traced out each keloid, his fingers leaving a whispering tingle on my skin. Bending closer, he kissed the one near my heart, then licked the longer jagged ruin on my ribs.
“What happened?” He stared straight into my face, and I flinched, unable to take the brutal honesty in his eyes. He wasn’t asking what they were. I knew it from his voice. He was asking how it happened and who put them there.
“I was shot.” It sounded so simple. I didn’t have words for the disintegration of my life or the loss of my lover. “A few years back. My lover, Rick, and I were shot. He didn’t make it.”
He stared at me, and I couldn’t guess what he was thinking. A small snippy part of my brain told me never to play poker with Jae, not unless I wanted to be humiliated, because nothing showed through his expressionless face. Then a drop of sadness touched his eyes, and I had to look away. Seeing his iciness fade hurt something inside of me, something fragile that would break if I stared too long.
When his mouth closed over mine, it nearly ruined me.
He slowly explored me, a soft kiss that gentled the fear in my chest. I tasted the wildness in him, a fierce erotic spice that my gut told me would burn if I took a bite.
I’d never wanted to bite into someone like I wanted Jae.
“Am I the first one?” He tilted his head, cupping my face to look at me. His hands felt strong, long fingers caressing my temples as his thumbs traced over my bottom lip. “Since him?”
“Yeah,” I said, shuddering at his touch. “And I feel like shit for wanting you, for needing you.”
“Wanting me doesn’t mean you don’t love him,” Jae replied, a lopsided smile quirking his full lips.
“I think I more than want you,” I said, holding him tightly before he slid away from me, but he stayed, regarding me with a thoughtful expression. “My brain tells me to run because you’re trouble, but my gut tells me something different.”
“What does your gut tell you?”
“That you’re a lot of trouble,” I muttered, and he laughed, a joyous sound that had me chuckling.
“Well then,” Jae said, shifting on my thighs. “Maybe you should decide if I’m worth the trouble?”
Straddling my legs, he watched me, cautious and controlled, waiting for me to make the first move. It’s always a fallen angel who waits for a man to open the door to hell, and if I was going to be damned for pushing Rick aside, I was going to taste Jae on the way down.
“Yeah, you’re worth the trouble.” He left me for a moment, and I lay there aching until he returned, holding a small bottle of lube and condoms he’d retrieved from a nightstand. Grabbing him by the waist, I pulled Jae back into my lap. Easing his knees on either side of my legs, he bent forward and leaned in for a kiss.
The flat of my tongue fit against the upper curve of Jae’s mouth. With a dipping movement, I traced the sweet pink bow. Slowing my possession, I licked at the corners of Jae’s mouth, sliding the tip of my tongue past its part. Jae moaned, letting me take him, sliding his own tongue against mine in a seductive dance.
A hint of heat curled in my belly, and Jae grew wilder, angling his head so I could kiss his face. His hips moved, rocking against my thickening cock, and I moved my hands down to cup him closer. I felt every languid twitch of his cock through the thin fabric of his drawstring pants, encouraging him by kneading his ass. Digging my fingers into Jae’s hips, I pulled Jae tight against my erection.
“That’s it, baby. Keep rocking me,” I murmured, breaking off our kiss to lick his throat when Jae leaned his head back. The air trapped between us grew hot, smelling of arousal. “God, you feel so good.”
Jae sighed, rubbing his own sex with the flat of his palm. I pushed his hand away, digging past his waistband. My fingers were much cooler than Jae’s hard shaft, and he hissed at the contact. Using the flat of my thumb, I smeared the drop of pearly seed I found at the tip, rubbing it around the head. Velvet soft, it swelled, parting the pout so it wept again.
“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.