Chapter 55

“What do you say we hit the beach for a little while, babe?”

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off the way Tom’s shorts clung to the curves of his ass. He’d been semi-hard all afternoon, and now he stripped off his own shorts, rolled on a condom and slicked it with lube, and stepped out onto the balcony, reaching around to undo Tom’s shorts.

“What…Jack, what are you doing?”

“Can’t help it, babe. I have to have you,” he whispered, feeling his lover shiver from Jack’s breath in his ear. “No one can see, this part of the beach is deserted right now. And if anyone comes by and looks this way, they’ll just think we’re watching the waves.”

“With you standing behind me? Don’t most guys stand shoulder to shoulder?” But Tom wasn’t really protesting. He had a streak of exhibitionism in him. Jack knew—although Tom didn’t know he knew—that he had once fucked a conquest over a pool table in a crowded bar.