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

step forward, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. One button, then another, exposing a triangle of flesh, of hair.

“What are you doing?”

“You said I'd fuck anyone, let's see if you're right,” he said, undoing the final button, slipping his shirt off his shoulders. Rich stood before his enemy, his heart pounding inside his chest. He saw Danvers lick his lips; there was no comparison, live was better than video, and Rich knew he held the upper hand. What he didn't know was whether he could go through with it, could this man, so unappealing, so repulsive in personality, really turn him on? Inside his pants his cock lay dormant, even the images on the screen were not enough to make him hard. But he had to, it was the only way, like Christine kissing the Phantom, he knew it was the only way to unlock the darkness with this tortured soul.

“Come to me, Danvers,” he said, “do what you want.”

Danvers moved hesitantly from around the desk, his naked self on full display, thin cock curved but hard. With tears in his eyes, he reached out, long fingers grazing at the dark hair on Rich's chest. Closing his eyes against the man's touch, Rich allowed the man his indulgence.

“Oh, oh,” Danvers said as he put both hands firmly upon Rich's chest, “so beautiful, so lusciously hairy, just like George. For too long I've wanted to. . .”

“Do it all, take what you want.”

Danvers looked at Rich, Rich not blinking. Then the man dropped to his knees, began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans. He stopped, turned back to his desk, where he pressed the play button the remote. Suddenly the room filled with moving images, with the sounds of sex. Rich looked up, watching as he thrust his cock deep inside Aaron, as Paolo sucked him, while Marc begged to be fucked all night long, each of them wanting more and more; he watched as his cock burst and he shot a load of come onto Paolo's face. He was transfixed by his own expression, amazed at the power conveyed on his face. He'd always felt his orgasms, but he never quite witnessed them, not like this.

He felt his cock finally harden. He wanted that release now, no matter from whom.

“Yes, Danvers, suck my big. . .”

A sudden noise caught Rich in mid-plea, and both he and Danvers turned to see the large frame of Parker St. John enter the room, quickly closing the door behind him.

“Rich, you don't have to do this,” Parker said.

“Parker, leave it alone, this is the only way to end this.”

“Then let me,” he said.

“What?”

“Just go, Rich. Get out of here. Go back to Marc.”

“But. . .”

“Just do it!”

Rich retreated quickly, seeing the fierce look inside Parker's darkened eyes. A shift had occurred inside Parker, he'd lost himself in his quest to find where he belonged. Grabbing his shirt, he made his way out, closing the door behind him, not even taking one last look back at Danvers Converse. Outside in the hallway, he hesitated, unsure if he should leave the man betrayed with the man who had betrayed him; but Parker was no killer, that's not why he had come here. He wanted to exact his own form of revenge on Danvers, and it began with a shift in the power balance between them. Just like Parker had done with him. He leaned his ear against the door, listened to the blare coming from the screens, then heard words, garbled at first, but then clearer.

“Get away from me, don't come any closer,” said Danvers, though his voice seemed to be weakening, “no, oh God, you beast. . . look at you, so hairy and so big. . . yes, George, is it really you? Please, take me, please love me like you used to, oh how I've missed you, let me feel you. . . fill me with that big cock, take me, yes, my furry beast. . . aaahhh. . .”

He heard a short cry of surprise, or perhaps pain, and then the eager thrusts coming from Parker. Shaking his head, Rich took off down the corridor and emerged into the cold night. He shuddered as the wind hit him, but really from thinking about what he'd almost had to do. He looked back at the rain-soaked facade of the Bayside Hotel and remembered when he'd come to Wonderland, how filled with hope he'd been. For him, for Marc, for their future.

He wondered if such a dream still existed.

* * * *

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

“What are you drinking?”

“I had a Cosmo,” he said. “You?”

“Scotch, neat.”

“Such a man,” he said.

“You like that?”

The man who drank the Cosmos liked that, liked what he saw, too. He'd been eyeing the man for the past ten minutes, ever since he'd taken up on the stool two down from him. He was dressed in a slick dark suit, white dress shirt, no tie. He'd seen a generous sprig of dark chest hair peeking out from the undone top button of the shirt, felt a stirring inside his heated loins. He wouldn't mind a little fun with this guy, it was a hotel after all, buy me a drink, pick me up, take me upstairs and fuck me. It had been a good thought and now the first step was complete, the drink.

“Here you go boys,” the bartender said with a wink before moving on.

“Cheers,” the man in the suit said, lifting his glass, a shiny Rolodex wrapped around a thick, hairy wrist. They clinked glasses, drank as their eyes continued to stare at one another. After another sip, they set their drinks down on the mahogany bar, the man reaching over to stroke the other's hand.

“You're very cute,” the man said.

“Thanks,” came his breathless reply. “I find you really sexy, though you'd look even better if we got you to relax a bit. Like that second button, you need to loosen up.”

“Long