Desperate Enemies 3 Adam Carpenter (books like beach read .TXT) 📖

his hands through the coils of thick hair, grabbing, pulling, begging to be fucked harder, harder. Just then Parker pulled out and for a second Paolo got a look at that throbbing piece of cock wrapped in a condom, so thick, so long, and for a moment he wanted to be Marc, or at least switch positions with him. How he needed a release, from his own prison and his own demons and from the loss of Aaron and all that had gone wrong in his life since Danvers Converse had made his initial overture for the Victorian houses that lined Eldon Court.

The idea of switched positions was rampant, as Parker tossed Marc hard against the sofa, before shoving that massive cock again deep inside him. Marc cried out with a hard pant, but he never lost momentum. Parker fucked him from behind, hands locked on Marc's shoulders, Marc grabbing at his own cock, rubbing it, eyes closed as he urged himself toward climax. Paolo had never seen Marc's cock before, and it was not bad for such a little guy, surrounded by a nest of curly pubes, nearly the only presence of hair on Marc's body. Parker was quiet the opposite, big body, big cock, his muscular body covered with a thick coating of hair. Paolo continued to watch, thankful that neither of them had discovered him. He rubbed at his cock through his shorts, wishing he could release it into the open, stroke it like Marc stroked his, imagining that hairy fucker deep inside him, yes, yes, yes, give it to me, that's what Paolo would be saying, but of course it was Marc's pleas he heard bouncing against the walls of the living room of Number Two Eldon Court.

“Shit, Parker. . . oooh, I'm close. . . so close. . .”

Parker pulled out and grabbed at Marc, turning him around, and just then Marc's cock erupted with ropes of come, all of it shooting onto Parker's chest. Generous drops of white come doused the coarse blanket of hair. That's when Parker let out a roar and Paolo knew that sound well, it was Parker reaching his own orgasm; he whipped off the condom. Marc dropped to his knees and hungrily took that big cock into his mouth, just as Parker erupted. Paolo blanched at the surprise move, never thinking of Marc as a swallower, but there he was, drinking in every drop of Parker's blow, his face buried in the thick pubes, fingers grabbed at Parker's hairy butt cheeks. The entire scene had Paolo's cock bursting inside him, and he let out a sharp cry of his own, thick spurts of come settling into his pants. It had been awhile since he'd come, making up for it now after having witnessed this hot fuck session.

At last Marc pulled out, wiping at his lips. Paolo was doing the same.

Then Parker pulled Marc up, planted a kiss on his lips.

“I can't believe any of this,” Parker said, “All week long, every day, you've been mine.”

“I can't get enough,” Marc said.

“It can't last,” Parker said. “Even though I want it to.”

“I want it to, also,” Marc said.

The surprise exchange of words were perhaps more shocking to Paolo than the sexual hijinks he'd just witnessed. This wasn't just about sex, this wasn't about getting back at Rich or of indulging their desires, here was some real stuff. Shit, Parker and Marc had feelings for each other.

“I should go,” Marc said.

“You said Rich had a doctor's appointment. . . a check-up.”

“Yeah?”

“Doctor's are never on time for appointments. Means we've got time. . .”

A smiling, eager Marc feel back against the cushions of the sofa, lifting his legs again as Parker made his way toward him. That thick, hard body smothered Marc as they began to kiss, deeply, passionately, Marc's wandering fingers slid across Parker's strong but hairy back and shoulders. Damn, Paolo knew Marc liked his men hairy; they'd talked about it andhe knew he had such a man with Rich. With Parker he had something more, a man that when naked was like a beast unleashed.

“Fuck me again, my big, hairy lover,” Marc pleaded, his voice scratchy from his cries, his pants, his urgent thirsts, obviously still unquenched.

As Parker slid another condom down his thick hard shaft, Paolo turned away. He'd seen this show already, heard the dialogue, knew how it ended, and so he left Number Two, still undetected. So many feelings swept over him he didn't know what to think or what to believe in anymore. Already Eldon Court was under siege from outside sources, but now the insidious threat from inside had taken things further, deeper.. He'd known not to trust Parker St. John, even as attracted to him as he was and even as he'd given in to those attractions down on the beach. Now Parker had done the unthinkable, he'd penetrated the moral center of the street. Marc Anderson—literally.

Paolo was forced to think there was no hope for any of them on Eldon Court.

The Wonderland Palaces Resort was going to become a reality, there was no way now to stop its development. The gallery incident had been a blip in Danvers’ plans, and with its creation the inevitable circle of life and death would be complete. Paolo's treasured, once-perfect world would be fully destroyed, his home and his love gone, as well as his long-held belief that the good guys always won.

* * * *

“What about sex?”

“Thanks, but I'm married.”

“Haha, Doc,” said Rich North, not laughing at all as he sat up on the edge of the sterile examining table. He was dressed, or perhaps undressed was more accurate, in one of those horrible gowns, now pulled down around his waist, exposing his torso to the open air. His state of dress made sense, as Dr. Henry Montgomery had needed to change the dressing on Rich's upper chest, where he'd been injured. Now, with new bandages and having been issued a clean bill of health, the