Sin in the Suburbs -- Part II

He Escaped Hell and Fell Into Him

Missed Part I?

Brett scheduled an appointment with one of his colleagues to run a few tests on my brain. He wanted to take a peek at my gray and white matter, like I was some walking MRI ad. I told him I’d go, nodded like a good boy, but deep down, I knew I wouldn’t.

If something were wrong with me, I’d rather drop dead than spend my life waiting for bad news. No brain-zapping, no wires, no pity. Just let it happen.

So instead of labs and scans, I chose sunlight and sand.

Aidan and I hit the beach for spring break. He vanished an hour ago to “grab a drink” and hadn’t returned, which either meant he found alcohol, ass, or both. I didn’t ask questions.

I stretched out my towel, pulled on my shades, and let the spring sun kiss my skin. The ocean’s hush settled over me like a lullaby. I drifted in and out of a half-sleep, calm, weightless, free.

Until—

“Is this spot taken?”

That voice. Deep. Smooth. Familiar.

I tilted my sunglasses just enough to peek. Jacob stood over me, shirtless, glistening, and barely concealed in a dark Speedo that left nothing to the imagination.

“It’s a public beach,” I said, dropping my head back down. “Have at it.”

Jacob laid out his towel, sitting a little too close for coincidence.

“I’m sorry about last week,” he said.

I reached for the sunblock. “No big deal.”

“May I?” he asked, his green eyes locking onto mine, flecks of copper dancing in the sunlight.

“Stranger danger,” I shot back with a grin.

“Don’t do that,” he said, voice low. “I wouldn’t be a stranger if we became… friends.”

His fingers skimmed my chest, tracing sunblock down my torso and across my legs. He massaged it in slow, deliberate strokes, inching toward my inner thigh.

“I have enough friends. Not interested.”

“How about an associate?” he countered. “We can work on the friend thing.”

“Watch it, cowboy. And what about your girlfriend?”

“Never said I had one. You assumed. She’s my housemate.” He leaned in slightly. “And what about your boyfriend?”

“It’s complicated.”

Jacob smirked. “That sucks the big one. But probably for the best.”

He sat beside me, too close to ignore, his gaze fixed on mine like he was trying to read the parts I hadn’t said out loud.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“You don’t know anything about me. And what you think you know—you’re wrong.”

Jacob chuckled, shaking his head. “Stop trying to be such a hard ass. Let me take you out.”

He reached for my hand. I didn’t move.

My eyes drifted back to the water.

“Fine. Be that way,” he said, standing. “One thing about me, Cian—I don’t play games. Life’s too short for bullshit.”

He slid on his sunglasses and started walking away, the breeze catching his hair, his toned back flexing with every step.

I wrapped my arms around my knees, silent. Watching.

Then he stopped. Turned. Smiled widely.

His hand stretched out. “You coming or what?”

I couldn’t help it. I smiled back, grabbed my shit, and followed.

Jacob reached into the mini fridge and pulled out two beers, easily twisting the caps off.

“How is it that we ended up in the same hotel?” I asked, arching a brow. “You stalking me now?”

“Stalking sounds so harsh,” he said with a grin. “I prefer... enjoying.”

He stepped closer. I caught a whiff of his cologne—fresh, earthy, a little sinful—and my body nearly launched into full attack mode.

“You know, I saw this funny thing online—” I started.

“Uh-huh, that’s nice,” Jacob interrupted, tugging me toward the bed. “How about you come over here and tell me about it… on top of me.”

I didn’t fight it. My body gave in, falling atop his like it had been waiting to all day.

“I don’t even know you, and yet here I am in your room, straddling you,” I said, running my fingers along the tight ridges of his chest.

His lips met mine—soft, teasing. Gentle enough to confuse, deep enough to hook me.

“I think we should stay upright,” I said suddenly, breaking the kiss and jumping to my feet. “For now, anyway.”

Jacob turned on his side, that signature smirk lighting up his face again. “Still thinking about ol’ boy, huh? It's written all over that sexy body.”

I didn’t respond.

“Come on. Sit,” he said, patting the bed. “I promise I’ll be good.”

He rose and wrapped his arms around me. His hug was firm and grounding, like he actually meant it.

“I’m pretty good at giving hugs,” he whispered against my neck.

“What else are you good at?” I asked.

His hand wrapped, firm but careful, around my neck as he guided me back to the bed. His mouth found mine again, and I didn’t pull away this time.

We were kissing, deep and hungry. His hands roamed my body, stopping just above my ass before working their way up again. Moans slipped between us like secrets. His tongue dragged up my neck, back to my lips, sending shivers down my spine.

There was no stopping now.

Clothes were peeled off, one layer at a time—hot skin meeting hot skin, our bodies grinding as we claimed every inch of each other.

Jacob kissed his way down my chest, his lips finding my cock. He took me in slowly, deliberately, then deep—his throat working around me, pressure and warmth making me cry out.

My back arched as he took more. His hands pinned my hips while his mouth devoured my balls, then slid lower, teasing the sensitive space beneath.

His tongue flirted with my opening—circling, licking—before he pushed in, filling me with slow, skillful strokes.

I squirmed beneath him, gasping. My fingers tangled in his thick hair, and he looked up at me, eyes glazed with lust, as he primed my body for more.

He climbed back up, licking along my skin until his lips hovered over mine.

“You like that?” he whispered.