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

“WELL DON'T STOP!” The model screamed.

Dane resumed, determined to torture his lover more. Make him beg to be fucked. The model contorted as Dane slowly, deliberately, licked and nibbled his way along Sawyer's ribcage, then down to his pelvic region. Soon, his nose reached his boyfriend's groin.

“Aw, yeah. Yeah!”

For a moment, nothing happened. A drop of sweat slid from Sawyer's forehead. The anticipation of what would come next was driving him crazy. And then Dane's tongue darted out, connecting with the sensitive tissue between Sawyer's balls and his upper left thigh. He screamed, not caring if it brought the hotel staff to investigate. Dane did it again. And again. Sawyer tried to catch his breath, body writhing in elation.

He came in a geyser. He couldn't help himself. Moreover, he couldn't stop. Semen shot from his swollen dick in volcanic spurts.

“Well,” laughed Dane. “I didn't see that coming.”

“That's because your head was buried in my crotch.” He began to sit up but Dane pushed him back down to the mat.

“We're not done yet, lover.” He pointed to his own dick. Sawyer stroked it as Dane proceeded to lick up every drop of come on his partner's stomach and chest. Then, in a surprise move, he turned Sawyer over and used his come-slicked tongue to probe Sawyer's ass. In and out it went, loosening the model's puckered hole. “Uh, UH!” Sawyer grunted like a metronome, keeping time with each swipe.

Slowly, that magical tongue began to trace its way up Sawyer's back. Higher and higher, using his backbone as a guide. Sawyer's skin tingled with delight.

As Dane reached Sawyer's neck, his thick cock penetrated the folds of his lover's asshole. The model pushed his hips back and accepted the meat that began to fill him up. Skewering him.

When Dane had pushed his entire length into his lover, he leaned forward and gently kissed Sawyer on the back of the head. Then, reaching around to hug the model close, he began to pump Sawyer's ass. In seconds, they found their rhythm. Dane could feel the come begin to rise in his nuts. He threw himself harder and harder into his lover, plowing him for all he was worth. The sound of their love-cries and the brutal slapping of skin again skin bounced off the stark walls of the room. In short order, Dane had fucked Sawyer off the mat and against the mirrored walls of the gym. They rose to stand upright, Sawyer never releasing the grip his sphincter had on Dane's cock.

“Yeah, that's right, squeeze it. Don't let me go!” Dane grabbed Sawyer's hips and drove himself into the depths of his partner. It felt so fucking good.

“Ohhhhh, fuck me.” Sawyer's face pushed against the mirror. He was taken by the look of sheer satisfaction in his reflection.

“I'm going to shoot, baby!”

As Dane came inside of his lover, the motion of Sawyer's dick rubbing against the smooth mirror, slick with pre-come, proved too much for the model. He released ropes of thick goo onto his reflection. They stood there for several minutes, shuddering.

By the time Dylan returned, they had just finished dressing. The smell of sex was heavy in the room. “How's it going?”

“I whipped his ass!” boasted Dane. And then his sweats, lacking a drawstring, fell down around his ankles.

* * * *

Dane continued his story. “We returned to Wonderland and stopped in The Rabbit Hole for a drink.” Paolo knew the place. It was an upscale piano bar on the eastern side of town. Not as popular as Mad Hatter's Bar. A sign on the door read: “Drink this!”

“I turn around and who do I see?” Paolo couldn't begin to guess. “Rose Emerson! You know, the actress? ‘Killing may be in my blood. . .'”

Paolo finished the sentence, “'. . .but I'll take the bubblies any day.’ Right.”

“The red hair. I think that's what drew my attention. And she's just as classy today as she ever was. Carries herself like. . .”

“A queen?”

Dane nodded. And then, with a moment of thought, gave his late brother's lover a suspicious look. “Yeah, how did you know?”

“Well. . . not to steal your thunder, but she's already made her debut here at Eldon Court.” While Dane picked up his jaw from the floor, Paolo brought him up to speed on the role no one knew Rose Emerson had played—that of mother to Parker St. John.

“Parker?”

“She was George Saunders’ mistress.”

Dane snapped his fingers. “That explains why she was so interested in us.” He and Sawyer had approached Emerson, wanting only to express their admiration. She turned to them, hesitantly, as though wishing for privacy. But ever the starlet, politely took a moment to thank the boys, asking if they were local film enthusiasts.

Oh yes, assured Sawyer. “We live here in Wonderland.”

“Up on Eldon Court,” Dane offered.

With a flourish, Rose Emerson turned toward them fully, eyes sparkling, as though this young couple was the only reason she'd stopped by. “Eldon Court! What a beautiful place. Do you two live together up in Eldon Court?” She continued before they could answer, “Well of course you do. Such a handsome couple.” She eyed Sawyer. “You are stunning-looking, young man. Let me guess: Actor?”

Sawyer blushed. “Model.”

“Well, these days, what's the difference?” Rose cackled at her own wittiness. “Listen, gentlemen, I was about to have a nightcap . . .”

“Ms. Emerson, we'd be honored if you'd join us.”

She agreed on the condition that they call her “Rose.” One drink turned to two. Then four. Soon the trio was gabbing like old friends. Rose mentioned she once lived in Wonderland, also, and was only too happy to relate some stories about the old days. That is, until Dane's cell phone rang.

Sawyer watched as his lover answered the phone. “Hello,” was the only word he spoke. Then his face reddened. A minute later, Dane set the phone down.

“Bad news?”

Dane looked at the former actress and nodded grimly.

Rose Emerson reached out and squeezed the young couple's joined hands. “Do tell.”

The call