“You can lie to her,” Jacob said. “But not to me. Never to me.”
He stood and walked away. His stride carried the conviction of someone who already knew how this would end.
Liam stayed rooted, fingers tightening against the table’s edge as his heart hammered a brutal rhythm in his chest.
Jacob was right, and they both knew it.
***
He stood outside Room 203, knuckles hovering inches from the dark wood. His hand trembled under the weight of what he was about to do. The hallway felt too quiet, too narrow, the air thick enough to choke on. One knock—that was all it took. The sound seemed to echo down the hall like a choice he could never take back.
The door opened before he could move, and Jacob filled the frame as if he’d been waiting. He stood barefoot and shirtless, black sweats hanging indecently low on lean hips. Light slid over the hard planes of his chest, and down the narrow trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. Fire burned in his eyes. His restraint looked one breath away from breaking.
Liam swallowed hard.
Jacob didn’t speak, he simply stepped aside and let Liam cross the threshold. The click of the door closing behind him sounded dangerous and final.
The room was warm, shadows gathering in the corners. The air carried something dense and electric, like a storm that had already chosen where it would break.
“You came,” Jacob said, voice low enough that the words seemed to hum against Liam’s skin.
Liam didn’t trust his voice enough to speak, his throat feeling too tight.
Jacob’s gaze dragged over him, slow and unhurried, before he stepped close and caught the zipper of Liam’s hoodie. The sound of it sliding down was almost indecent in the quiet. The hoodie hit the floor with a dull whisper. Jacob’s hands found the hem of his shirt next, pushing it upward, knuckles brushing ribs and leaving heat in their wake. Liam’s breath caught. The shirt was cast aside, forgotten on the carpet.
“Fuck,” Jacob murmured, voice rough. “You’re beautiful.”
Liam flushed, words fumbling. “I’m not—”
“You are.” There was no hesitation in it, no space for doubt. His thumbs brushed Liam’s nipples and the shock of sensation nearly buckled his knees. Jacob’s mouth curved. “So sensitive.”
The next pinch was harder. Liam’s head tipped back, a needy sound escaping before he could catch it. Jacob’s mouth found his neck, teeth pressing into skin in a slow claiming bite. “I’m going to ruin you,” he rasped against the mark he left behind.
He stepped back, only far enough to look Liam over. “Strip.”
The command hit something deep inside him. His hands moved before his mind caught up—pants, boxers, everything hitting the floor in quiet succession. Every inch of him uncovered and exposed to the weight of Jacob’s stare.
“You’re shaking,” Jacob said, gaze dropping to Liam’s hard cock before climbing back to his face.
Liam nodded. He was, and there was no hiding it.
In one motion, Jacob shoved his sweats down, his cock swinging free. Liam’s breath caught in his throat. He’d touched him before in the dark, but the feeling hadn't prepared him for the sight. Thick,huge, and impossibly hard, the sheer visual of it made heat curl sharp in his gut.
Jacob closed the space between them until the warmth of his body sank into Liam’s bones. The kiss came hard, stealing breath and thought. Jacob’s mouth claimed his like it was owed. Liam melted into it, clinging to his shoulders, lost in the slide of mouths and the scrape of teeth.
When Jacob broke away, his lips didn’t go far. They trailed down his throat as a hand fisted in his hair, tilting his head exactly where he wanted it.
Jacob kissed like a man starved. Like he meant to destroy him, bruise him, own him from the inside out. Liam’s helpless moan split the air. Some part of him knew this would ruin him, yet he leaned into it anyway.
“On your knees.”
The command tore through his composure, and he instantly dropped to his knees. He’d never done this before, never even thought about it, but his hands were already wrapping around the thick length of Jacob’s cock. His mouth watered as he looked up, eyes wide.
Jacob smirked. “Open.”
God, he looked good like that. Like temptation personified.
Liam obeyed, helpless to resist. He started out tentative, his tongue flicking over the head, tasting of salt and heat. Then deeper, taking more, guided by instinct and need. He wasn't thinking anymore, surrendering completely to the rush. His body responded in ways he hadn't expected, pre-cum dripping from his cock onto the carpet.
