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

his hot mouth, the sizzle of tongue against throbbing head was just the spark they needed. Paolo licked the head, the shaft, opened wide to take the entire cock deep into his throat. Grabbing onto Aaron’s ass cheeks, he held on tight, hard, sucking, eating, devouring his lover’s cock, as if the clock had turned back and their relationship was new, exciting, filled with sex at every turn, sucking and fucking their favorite pastimes, orgasms aplenty, daily, hourly, as much as they could.

This was pure bliss, this magical trip in to the past…or maybe, just maybe, the trouble would be ending soon and this was a taste of their future.

Aaron thrust his cock deep into his lover’s mouth, urging him to suck, suck, hard, hard. He did, more, more, and finally Paolo felt Aaron’s cock growing, expanding, ready to bubble over…and then it did, hot white come shooting down his throat like the first of the afternoon’s cocktails, satisfying him, warming him, quenching him. At last Aaron pulled out, his breath coming hard and fast. Paolo gazed upwards at his lover, noticed that he was completely naked, Aaron having shed his shirt sometime during their suck session. Paolo rose up, kissed his lover’s belly, following the trail up to his hairy pecs, where his tongue encircled hardened nipples.

When he reached his lips, he kissed him once, tenderly.

“So, you want to tell me what happened?”

“I got fired. Converse fired me. I’ll never have to wear these clothes again.”

“No wonder you couldn’t wait to get out of them.”

“There are worse results from taking your clothes off,” Aaron said. “Paolo, you haven’t sucked me like that in…a long time. Not even the car ride a couple weeks ago…you were here with me, no one else.”

“No one else, ever. Just you and me.”

The doorbell sounded. “And our neighbors, apparently.”

“Didn’t this happen once before, our guests arriving at just the wrong moment?”

“I think last time I was actually still fucking you.”

“Think they can wait?” Paolo said with a smile.

“I think it’s your turn to wait. But trust me, it will be worth it,”

Aaron said, and with a kiss, added, “because tonight, I’m going to fuck my lover all night along, and well into the morning.”

“Christ,” Paolo said, “I think I need to change my shorts right now.”

Sunshine was giving way to dusk by the time all of the neighbors from Eldon Court were gathered poolside at Number Three, the home of Aaron and Paolo. With temperatures still hovering in the high eighties even as the seven o’clock hour approached, the men were in various states of dress; also in various states of intoxication, the booze flowing freely.

Marc Anderson refilled his daiquiri glass, opting this time for the raspberry flavor. This was his fourth drink…or maybe it was his fifth.

Damn, if he couldn’t keep track maybe he should cut himself off. But no, he was feeling relaxed, had been since his sexathon with Rich this morning. Even as he’d prepared his final paintings for the gallery, he’d been loath to sit on his stool, so sore was his ass. A good sore, he reminded himself, and then, shamelessly, he stole a glance over at his lover. Rich was lost in conversation with Edgar, their talk seemingly intense. Clad only his bathing trunks, Rich looked hot and hairy, the sexiest guy here by far. But of course Marc would think that, he loved the man, despite all his faults.

“You love him, you really do,” said a voice behind him.

Marc turned and saw Dane standing beside him.

“Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Only from someone who knows the feeling.”

“Oh, Dane—you and Sawyer…I mean, it’s real?”

“It is to me. We’ve both got so much going on, modeling, my films…but somehow we find time for each other, and our time together just gets better, stronger…”

“You sound like the Six Million Dollar Man.”

“Ha. Sometimes I think Sawyer is bionic…you know, down there.”

Marc raised his glass. “Cheers—to TMI!”

The two laughed, and then made their way toward the gathering of friends just sitting by the edge of the pool. Jack and Sawyer were talking, and Aaron and Paolo were practically glued to each other like they had been all night long. Perhaps that meant Paolo would stop his cheating ways, with Rich and with Parker, and hell, with anything that walked.

Aaron was a good guy, he deserved the best. But then again, they all did, all four of these couples had earned their love, their lives; and the threat of losing their homes…well, it had just made them all stronger.

At last, Rich broke from Edgar, and rejoined the group.

“Hey gang, before we get too crazy drunk, I think we should have a powwow and talk about what we’ve uncovered,” Rich said, his leadership skills obvious. All eyes turned to him.

“As you know, we all had our various assignments, to find out what we could about the threat to our lives. About Danvers Converse, about what happened all those years ago at Number Two, and about the settling of Eldon Court. Somehow it’s all wrapped up together, a web of secrets that lies buried, waiting for us to unearth it. And only then will we save our homes.”

“We hope,” Jack said. “We may just be opening Pandora’s Box instead.”

“It’s a risk we have to take, Jack,” Rich said with authority. “So, before we start, anyone have something to add?”

“Yeah, could you put a shirt on, Mr. Bear?” Dane asked, raising his hand as though they were all in school. “I don’t need that kind of furry distraction.”

Rich flushed red, but the men of Eldon Court either clapped or tossed out calls of “woof woof,” and the debate grew louder and funnier until Rich finally gave up and retrieved his shirt. Marc couldn’t help but laugh at his partner’s sudden shyness. Rich had never been averse to showing off his hairy chest, it was part of his manhood, his virile sexiness.

The guys were just having fun at his expense; it wasn’t like Rich was the only hairy guy on the block, Aaron had a decent crop on his chest and Edgar too.