Siesta Heat (MM)

Heat 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 22,191
2 Ratings (4.0)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

Wanting a new start, Derek Johnson moves to Siesta Key, Florida, in search of a new life among the endless stretches of sandy white beaches and lush tropical landscape.

Born into a super rich and affluent family, Cody Connors returns to Siesta Key and his parents' home with his tail between his legs, jobless and penniless with no future in sight…at least a future he wants.

Meeting on the dunes one afternoon and instantly attracted to each other, their fateful hookup turns into something more. But are they willing to accept each other’s differences and fall in love? Or will they deny their true feelings and walk away?

Between the hot, sunny days and warm tropical nights, Derek and Cody do everything but take a siesta, causing plenty of heat all of their own.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Siesta Heat (MM)
2 Ratings (4.0)

Siesta Heat (MM)

Heat 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 22,191
2 Ratings (4.0)
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Derek let out a whistle. “When you said boat, I pictured something powered by two oars. This is seriously one hell of a ride.”

Cody laughed. “You are more than welcome to paddle your ass around in the gulf in a dingy, but you’ll have to do that on your own because I won’t be joining you.”

“This will suit me just fine,” Derek returned with a wink, lifting a small cooler held in his hand. “I packed a few drinks and a couple of PowerBars, but I have a feeling this baby is fully stocked with something better than protein bars.

Cody nodded. “Our maid took care of it already.”

“Oh, she did, did she? Well, I packed this myself. The maid had the day off,” Derek joked. “Here,” he said, handing it over.

Through the safety of his sunglasses, Cody took the cooler but focused instead at Derek’s perfectly round, meaty shoulder and sinewy arm attached to the cooler, covered in a down of curling, pale-cinnamon colored hair. He had to fight the urge to continue looking or they would miss the sunset, Derek’s body in a white, ribbed tank leaving nothing to his already active imagination. He swallowed. “Let me help you on.”

Derek reached for Cody’s hand, the contact sending an electric-like current racing throughout every cell in his body, and when he leapt onto the boat, the smell of a fresh shower and musk filled his nostrils. If he didn’t have sex with this man soon, Cody thought, this was going to be one long and torturous evening. Not exactly the kind of evening he had in mind.

“Where’s your family? I didn’t see anybody in the driveway.”

“Mom’s probably at the club, and Dad is still in Switzerland.”

“Switzerland, huh. I’ve never been to Europe. Matter of fact, this is the farthest from Virginia I’ve ever been.”

“Are you serious?” Cody answered. “I’ve traveled to every continent except Antarctica, and I don’t think I’ll add that one to my list. Ever.”

“Let me admit something to you. This is my first ride on a boat, and the first time I’d ever laid eyes on a beach was when I moved here.”

Cody’s mouth fell open. “What did you do when you were a kid? No family vacations, no road trips to the shore…nothing?”

“I went to Kentucky once when I was around twelve. My Aunt took me in for the summer. It was a good summer.”

“What do you mean, ‘took you in’? Where were your parents?”

“Don’t know, Cody. They could’ve been five miles away, or five hundred. I never really knew.”

“Did they travel for a living?” Cody asked trying to make sense of what he was hearing.

“Basically they were migrant workers, when they weren’t vagrants. I wasn’t lucky like you. I was raised by many different people. Mostly foster parents and distant family, but only when they felt like doing a good deed. It never lasted.

Looking at this tall, strong man with intense jade eyes, he tried to imagine him as a small and vulnerable boy. Cody’s heart crumbled.

“Was it just you…I mean,”—he paused and swallowed—“do you have siblings?”

Derek nodded. “Jared.”

“Where is he?”

“Virginia. He’s two years older than me.”

“Thank God you had somebody.”

“Thank God is right. He’s done his best to keep me straight.”

“Straight?” Cody joked.

“You know what I mean.”

“Good, because I would’ve told you to get off my boat if that was the case.”

“He’s gay, too,” Derek said, almost as if his brother’s sexual orientation was an afterthought.

“Genetics. I strongly believe there is a gay gene.”

“I don’t know about that, but what I do know is, I like dick, and so does he.” Derek shrugged his shoulders.

“Gene or no gene, I’m with you.” Cody answered, starting the ignition and maneuvering the craft from the dock to deeper water.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cody watched Derek, his face lifted toward the sun, welcoming his new experience head on. Derek smiled, exposing naturally white teeth. “This is incredible.” He turned gazing in every direction. “I can’t believe the amount of wealth here,” he commented, referring to the numerous mansions littered along the shoreline. “This place is what I dreamed heaven would look like when I was a kid, and now I’m living in it.”

“Funny. I think of it as more like hell.”

“You don’t know hell, Cody. Whatever’s bothering you, you can change it, but this is no hell. Believe me. I know hell.”

Derek’s observation, although naïve, filled him with hope. He was right. He could make his life better, but how could he get what he wanted most, his parents’ love and acceptance? For some reason, he felt it was a lost cause.

“Hey, you got a beer in that cooler?” asked Cody, pushing thoughts of his parents away.

“Water and Diet Coke. Not much of a drinker.”

Damn. No chance in getting him loaded so he could shoot his load. “Pass me a water.”

He wasn’t thirsty, but he felt like he needed to ask for a drink so Derek didn’t find his question suspicious.

Derek opened the cooler and retrieved the bottle of water and walked it to him, handing it off and brushing his forearm against his. Suddenly Cody was thirsty.




Derek felt Cody’s touch on his shoulder, sending a firestorm coursing throughout his body. He spun and stared into those blue eyes that shifted into a steel gray in the darkness of the room. Derek took him into his arms and smashed his mouth into his. Derek was sick of being polite and warning him to stay away. Cody had been warned, and he was going to take him with no apologies.

He tore into him, ripping off his T-shirt and exposing his sinewy torso. Cody’s pink nipples perked as he ran his hands over his silken skin. “I warned you to stay away from me,” he mumbled while running his lips along Cody’s chest. “Whatever happens from this point on is your fault, not mine.”

“Take me, fuck me. Abuse me.” Cody’s voice trembled. “I beg you to.”

Derek leaned in and kissed him, forcing his lips apart and finding his tongue. The slickness of his warm mouth caused his brain to explode and grew his cock rigid and erect. Cody moaned into him and tangled with his tongue. Derek reached down and unhooked and unzipped Cody’s shorts and unleashed his spitting cock. “You’re wet,” Derek said in amazement, still kissing.

“I’ve been thinking of your cock all afternoon,” he confessed. “It’s a miracle I didn’t slip off the couch.”

Derek pumped the length of his cock, forcing a pearly, clear liquid from the slit. He broke free from the kiss and pressed Cody flush against the living-room wall. Dropping to his knees, he kneeled in front of Cody’s large cock and lapped the sweetness from the slit. “Babe, you taste so good. Sweet and strong, like you,” he said just before taking Cody deep into his mouth. Cody arched his back and cried out.

Feeling Cody’s hands running through his hair, Derek rode his cock faster, taking every inch and then pulling out just to repeat the thrust again. Over and over he tightened every muscle of his mouth to fuck Cody with. Feeling Cody’s nut sac jump, he released his lingual grip and spun him around, grabbing at his full and fur covered mounds with his fists and squeezed, feeling the heft in his hands. Parting them, he dove straight for the pink, twitching bud and kissed and lapped while reaching between Cody’s splayed thighs, finding and stroking his length. “You’re driving me crazy,” Cody sobbed. “I’ve dreamed of this since I first saw you at the beach. Dreamed of that fat cock fucking me.”

“Your dream is about to come true,” he groaned from Cody’s cleavage. Taking two fingers, he toyed at his fleshy bud. “My cock might be too big for you.” Derek inserted his fingers in deep and rolled them when he was fully inside. Cody cried out, pushing his cheek against the wall.

“Is that too much for you to take?”


Derek pushed in a third finger and stretched his swollen hole. “How about that?”

Cody answered through tears. “No.” He gagged. “I want more.”

Removing his fingers, Derek spun Cody around once again and stood to kiss him hard on the mouth. He reached under his thighs and lifted him, walking him to the bed. “We are going to do this now, and do this good,” he huffed into Cody’s kisses. Throwing him onto the bed, Derek stripped off his shorts and underwear and reached for the condoms and lube he kept safely tucked away from Pete’s view, in his sock drawer.

Cody rolled onto his back with his legs tucked to his side and waited while Derek tore into the foil packet of the condom and rolled it down his dick. He dripped a few drops of lube onto Cody’s hole and spread the liquid over his bud, sending it twitching. Derek angled over his lover and leaned in to kiss him again, but this time gently, tenderly. “You have to promise to tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”

Cody nodded in agreement.

Derek knew he was definitely above average, too big for some, and he also knew that when he found his rhythm and that feeling of ecstasy raced through him, there was no stopping until he selfishly blew his load.

 Cody’s brows lifted in surprise as Derek reached under Cody’s thighs, urgently pulling him closer. “Take it easy…at first,” Cody said, licking his lips and inhaling sharply, waiting.

Derek pressed the swollen head of his cock against Cody’s bud and crept in. Coaching himself to take it slow, he did just that as he gazed at Cody’s face, watching for his reaction. He was beautiful, he thought.

Every inch of him.


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