Desperate Lovers Adam Carpenter (the reading list book txt) 📖

No more letting other people dictate his life.

Aaron’s loyalties would lie with himself, and, if he would have him, with Paolo.

Aaron turned another page of the magazine, saw the hairy guy getting fucked by the black guy, that huge cock piercing furry ass cheeks.

Aaron soaped his hand for lube, and then he attacked his hard cock with a passion he hadn’t felt in some time. He closed his eyes and thought of himself and Paolo from a couple months ago, Aaron’s body before all the waxing, his naturally hairy self taking Paolo all night long, with his lover begging, crying, saying he wanted no other man, that Aaron was the one and only man to satisfy him.

Just then Aaron’s cock expanded, the tip growing until hot, white come shot out. He caught every drop in his hands, and then seconds later, breathing heavily from his climax, washed the sticky come beneath the faucet. He watched the results of his passion slide down the drain, and he hoped that wasn’t a metaphor for what was still to come.

Paolo Bautista stared at the water, watching as gentles waves lapped against the shore. The beach beneath Eldon Court held so many memories for him: picnics at night next to a roaring fire, Aaron sucking his cock while stars twinkled above. Romantic nights that fueled their passions, and it was those moments he missed the most. Now Aaron was distracted, first by work, second by the battle looming for the future of Eldon Court; the two things linked now by the machinations of Danvers Converse. He knew the ruthless man held some kind of dominating power over Aaron, not that his lover was talking, so Paolo was left in the dark to jerk off to dirty magazines and remembrances of more recent sexual encounters. Not just Rich North and the time at the hotel room, but right here on the beach, after the welcome to the neighborhood party Paolo had thrown, his reward for getting screwed royally by Rich and his big cock. But all those memories paled, sexually, to what had transpired a few nights ago, when he’d met up with the sexy-as-fuck Parker St. John. Sex had been on the menu that night, for sure, and now, as he awaited him again, he hoped he’d his ass would get another filling by the man’s massive dick.

Paolo hated himself for such thoughts.

He hated himself more for not having the willpower to say no.

He was caught in between survival of the fittest and survival of the group.

This was how much he loved Aaron.

“Perfect timing, I see you’re thinking about me,” said a voice from behind Paolo.

He turned to see Parker approaching, and it was clear that Paolo was thinking dirty things, his cock semi-hard in his tight shorts, the bulge unmistakable. And it only increased at the sight of Parker.

“So, let me guess, you’re happy to see me.”

Paolo tried to push his cock down, but at the sight of Parker in his tight jeans and T-shirt, the way the material clung to his muscular body, his length only increased, bringing a bigger rise to his shorts.

“Just because I’m turned on, doesn’t mean anything is going to happen. I have to think of Aaron—he’s my lover, and my love.”

“Sweet, Paolo. Very sweet and loyal. Except I think only your heart knows loyalty. The rest of your body knows desire, as evidenced by your very hard cock.”

Parker came closer to him, so close Paolo could feel his breath on his neck. Parker towered over him, and the heat he felt nearly knocked him to his knees. A surprise awaited him, however, as Parker dropped to his knees, his hands hungrily grabbing at Paolo’s shorts and sliding them down his hairy legs. Paolo’s excited cock sprang to attention, as though it knew it was about to be sucked, hungrily, happily, by a mouth that knew just how to excite him. Parker’s mouth hovered near the waiting cock, and his eyes darted upwards to connect with Paolo’s pleading look.

Yes, yes, take my cock, suck it, suck it, now…that’s what Paolo was saying inside his head, and he felt sure that Parker could hear the words nonetheless.

Just then Parker whipped off his T-shirt, revealing his resplendent chest, the dark brown hair as thick and hearty as a bear’s. Paolo’s cock jerked at the luscious, hirsute covering, bounced excitedly as Parker’s hand grabbed at it, thrusting it against his furry mat. Sliding it in between his pecs, rubbing the tip against his jutting nipples; Paolo felt himself go all weak-kneed.

“Oh, oh, oh….”

His heated, pulsing cock spurted uncontrollably, white hot come shooting all over Parker’s chest, droplets dripping from thick hairy tufts.

Paolo stared down at the man who was able to create a near-instant orgasm within him, breathing deep for air, for words.

“Now, next time I tell you I want something,” Parker said, “don’t resist. Because you know you can’t.”

“You’re right, I’m weak, I just want to come and come, and I want you to fuck me. Will you, please, Parker, please fuck me right here.”

“You know the conditions,” he said.

Paolo looked away for a moment. At the waves that had captured his attention just minutes ago, wishing they would somehow take him, release him from the conflicts of his world and let him float on their loam into oblivion. He knew, however, he would give in; there was no going back, not now.

“What do you want to know?” Paolo asked.

“What are you neighbors up to?”

“Trying to stop Wonderland Palaces from taking their homes mine included.”

“That I know. What’s their strategy?”

“Marc and Rich are researching Wonderland’s past, seeing if there is an old clause about Eldon Court that can stop Danvers and…well, you.”

“Forget about me for now,” Parker said. “How far back are they going? Ten years, to the incident at Number Two?”

“No, no, further back. To Wonderland’s settlement.”

Parker nodded, almost approving. “Good. Interesting. And Edgar and Jack?”

“Number Two’s secret, that’s their mission.”

“Figures. No wonder they landed in the trouble they did,” Parker said.

“Trouble? What kind? Are Edgar and Jack okay?”

“For now,” Parker said. “And what about Dane and Sawyer, those world