“Sit up,” I ordered. “Kiss me.”
Jun immediately moved, resting on his elbows to meet me as I came down to kiss his mouth. The angle change was just right, and the next movement I made had me crying into the kiss.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck!” I pulled back, shoving Jun down again and gripping his pecs. I rode him hard, letting go of any intention I had of giving Jun the reins. I might have the dick up the ass, but I was calling the shots. I slammed down on him, our skin hot and slick, the slapping of our bodies filling the quiet of the cottage.
I grabbed myself, jerking nearly painfully, as I desperately hurtled toward the brink of oblivion. “I’m gonna come all over your chest,” I said, vaguely impressed that I’d managed a complete sentence when I was so full of cock that breathing, let alone thinking, had taken a back seat to my immediate need of orgasm. “You want that?”
“Yes,” Jun moaned. “Please!”
I grabbed the back of Jun’s head with one hand and got him to sit up again. “Where do you want to come?” I asked, panting as I kept moving against him. “Tell me, now.”
Jun’s hold on my hips tightened to the point that I’d be feeling those bruises as much as my throbbing ass the next day. “Your back and ass.”
I leaned close and kissed him, and the taste of Jun’s mouth, his erratic breathing mingling with mine, and the slab of cock rammed up my ass like a steel rod finally did it for me. I choked on my own moan, cum spurting against Jun’s body and dribbling down my fist. I felt like I was about to black out—the bliss was sensational beyond belief.
“Aubrey,” Jun gasped.
The desperation in his tone sort of brought me back to earth, and I stopped moving to awkwardly sit up from his lap. I winced as he pulled free, but didn’t even have time to lament the loss or consider the relief before Jun had me on my stomach. I wasn’t sure where the condom ended up, but he beat himself hard, dick and hand brushing my ass as he sought the same release I’d found.
I heard his breath catch and then felt a warm rope of cum hit my asscheek and another land on my lower back. Jun collapsed on me after, managing to hold himself up enough so that he didn’t have his entire weight bearing down on me. I’ll be honest—I did immediately pass out, probably triggered in part from the sex, but it wasn’t for very long. When I opened my eyes again, I was still on my stomach, and I felt Jun’s tongue moving along the contours of my body.
I grunted.
He raised his head up to mine and kissed the side. “Awake?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Enjoy it?” I could hear the smile again as he spoke.
I slowly stretched and rolled onto my side to look up at him. “Oh yeah. Just—give me a minute…. Brain cells.”
Jun laughed and kissed my lips. “Come over here and lie with me.” He sat up, tugging me with him.
We both moved to the head of the bed and flopped back against the pillows. Jun gathered me up and wrapped his arms around me as I draped myself over him. We were a tangle of sticky limbs, our blood cooling and breathing evening out.
“I love you,” Jun whispered, kissing my head once more.
I loved him too.
Definitely.
Chapter Twelve
THE IRONYof a narcoleptic with insomnia was not lost on me. But the sad truth was, when it came to sleeping through the night, I often tossed and turned because of all the exhaustion and naps throughout my day. I mean, sex was a damn fun way to knock me out for several hours, but I did end up waking nonetheless.
We’d shifted around, Jun’s naked form pressed up against my back with an arm slung over my waist. I touched his forearm, tracing the cords of muscle that flexed slightly in his sleep. I twisted my head toward the nightstand and reached out for my phone. I winced at the light as I turned the home screen on to check the time.
Three o’clock…. Geez.
I put the phone back and shut my eyes, trying to focus on nothing.
I picked up the ticking of a wall clock from downstairs, loud enough to be mistaken for a freight train in the middle of the night. I listened to a car roll down Simonton Street, Jun’s breathing, and the sound of my freezer dropping ice cubes into the bin before filling back up with water.
Great. Wide-awake with nowhere to go.
I laced my fingers with Jun’s and thought, in no malicious way whatsoever, that it must beso niceto sleep uninterrupted. This would be a good time for the Smith Home alarms to go off, since I was already awake. But that wouldn’t happen, since the house was shut down for a stupid police investigation—honestly, how long did it take to dust a doorknob for fingerprints?
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I knew that a murder investigation took precedence. And time. Nothing worked as fast as television would lead us to believe. But the more convinced I became that Smith’s map had been taken by the second intruder and murderer at large, the more anxious I was to get inside and check for myself. All it’d take was a quick peek. I mean, hell, it wasn’t like if they found evidence of me being there, it would suddenly put me under the magnifying glass of Burt Tillman. I worked there. Ireligiouslyworked there. I bet you’d find my epithelial tissues or whatever in every single nook and cranny of that place. I bet they’d even be on the ceiling.
