I held my breath.
“I’m not sure the same rules apply.” Jae caught his lip between his teeth. Fuck, it was sexy when he did that. “How naked did the club let you get?”
“Down to our sparkly G-strings.”
“Sparkly?”
“Uh-huh. They were covered in sequins.”
Jae pressed his lips together, but a laugh still burst out. “That doesn’t sound comfortable.”
“They were only sparkly on the outside.”
“Even so. You never got fully naked?”
“Only during private lap dances. Never on the main floor.”
“Do you still have your sparkly G-string?”
I laughed. “Sadly, no.”
“Shame.” His gaze flicked to the screen. “They’re getting hot and heavy again.” His voice was soft and breathy.
I whispered my lips over his. “Are they?”
“Uh-huh.” He grasped the back of my neck, twisting his fingers into my hair.
I crashed my lips to his and kissed him hungrily. I was aware of the TV volume increasing, filling the room with grunts, moans, and words I simply didn’t understand. They sounded husky and sexy, though. Jae returned my ravenous kiss with equal ferocity. One moment we were lying side by side, and the next, he was coaxing me over him. His hands tugged at my T-shirt. I sat up long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. Then I was kissing him again, desperate to be close to him. His hands swept over my bare back as though he were trying to feel every inch of me. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. He was wearing a blouse in blush-pink satin with short, puffy sleeves and cute heart-shaped buttons. It took me a moment to realise I had to undo them the opposite way I was used to, but once I’d figured that out, I had them open in no time. He did a half sit-up so I could push the blouse off his shoulders. I tossed it but didn’t look to see where it landed. I pressed my chest to him, allowing the heat of his body to soak into my skin.
I paused and stroked his cheek. “Jae.”
He stared into my eyes, eyebrows raised.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I devoured his lips once more and explored his mouth with my tongue. I ran my fingers over his skin as he stroked my back and sides. Still kissing him, I pulled my chest from his to swipe my palms over his nipples. He gasped and arched his back. I tweaked and rolled his nipples, making him groan. He raked his nails over my back, which made me want him more. I stroked down to his skinny jeans, popped the button undone, and tugged the zipper down while he did the same to mine. The release was instant, and my cock became even harder. It wasn’t fully free, but I wasn’t in so much discomfort.
Jae pushed my jeans over my arse. I sat up and took over, tugging them off my legs before throwing them aside. He snapped the waistband of my boxer shorts against my stomach.
“Does that mean you want me to take them off?”
“Yes.” His pupils were engorged, his lips damp and swollen.
My fully erect cock bounced against my stomach as I freed it from my underwear, leaving a smear of precum on my skin. Jae licked his plump lips. I took hold of the waistband of his jeans, staring into his eyes for a few seconds before pulling them off. All I saw was need and want. I was sure he could see the same in my eyes. He was wearing pastel-pink lacy knickers. The sight of them took my breath away.
“Fuck. They’re sexy.”
There was a small damp spot where the head of his cock was pressing against the fabric. I buried my face in his groin, inhaling deeply. Then I sucked the side of his cock through the thin, delicate material. Jae gasped and tipped his head back. It was almost a shame to remove the pretty underwear, but I wanted to be naked with him, so I slipped them over his hips and cast them aside.
I lay half over him so our cocks were aligned, and stroked his hair as I stared into his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
The film’s hot and steamy scene ended abruptly when they almost got caught in the act again. The German dialogue blared through the speakers.
“Should we wait for another sexy bit?” Jae asked.
