Desperate Lovers by Adam Carpenter (good beach reads TXT) 📕

Edgar and Jack are busy trying to uncover the truth about what happened inside Number Two years ago. Marc and I are researching Wonderland’s past. So that leaves you and Aaron to tackle Danvers Converse, find his weak spot. Who knows, maybe everything is connected.”

“And Sawyer and Dane? What are they doing?”

Rich grinned. “Oh, they’re on a special assignment.”

“Which means what?”

“Let’s just say they are trying to turn the tables on our enemy.”

Paolo nodded. “You’re our unofficial leader, Rich, since you know Parker, and also you seem to have the balls to go up against a powerful man like Danvers. We’re all counting on you, you know that?”

Sliding off the desk, Rich made his way toward Paolo. Paolo could feel his hot breath. “You can count on me, Paolo.” He checked his watch, said, “I have a teleconference call in fifteen minutes, what do you say you help relieve the tension before me meeting?”

“Uh, Rich, look, I…”

Rich tossed his tie to his desk, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, revealing the thicket of chest hair. Paolo was enticed by the bushy chest, felt his cock harden, even while he tried to resist. But as he did, Rich quickly dropped his trousers and his big cock jutted out his underwear.

“Just suck me, Paolo, that’s all I need.”

Paolo couldn’t resist, he knew he couldn’t, not when he saw the pre-come glistening on the red, hungry tip of that big cock. Right there in the bank manager’s office, with all sorts of transactions happening outside, a unique deposit was transpiring here. Paolo fell to his knees and took the thick head into his mouth and quickly started to suck that tool. Rich shoved his cock deep into his mouth, and Paolo nearly gagged before finally finding a comfort zone. With his hands digging into Rich’s hairy ass cheeks, he sucked every thick inch, his tongue outlining each vein, feeling them pulse with excitement. Paolo gazed up, saw that Rich had opened up his shirt and he was busy pinching the nipples buried beneath his chest hair, which only caused Paolo to suck harder, all the while feeling his own cock straining against his tight shorts.

“Yeah, harder, suck it, suck me, Paolo, suck that big dick of mine.”

It was the second such big dick he’d had in his mouth today, neither of them his partner’s. But he couldn’t stop, he needed every inch, he needed to be filled up and feel wanted, and this hairy fucker knew just how to turn him on. Another hard thrust of his cock into Paolo’s mouth and he could hear the strangled cries of a man close to climax.

“Aaahhhh,” Rich cried, just as Paolo pulled the cock out of his mouth.

He watched as hot come shot out of the man’s big cock, drenching his sweaty face with drop after drop of the gooey liquid. Rich stroked it, ensuring every drop leaked out. Finally, he stopped and quickly zipped up, buttoned up. It didn’t take him long to look like a respectable bank manager again, but Paolo, having shot his load in his shorts, with come still dripping off his face, couldn’t help but feeling like some cheap whore.

For the second time today.

“Thanks, Paolo, you’re good,” Rich said as he reached for his telephone. “You can see yourself out, right?”

Paolo saw himself out all right, out of the office and out of bank, feeling like all eyes were on him, knowing he’d just sucked the boss’s cock. Harsh sunlight hit him, as though illuminating all he had done, all he was thinking, and all he was regretting. Right now, he just wanted to run home and curl in to the protective arms of his lover and confess all. But he knew he couldn’t, not yet. He had a job to do first, to find a chink in Danvers Converse’s armor, and he needed Aaron’s help. After all, his partner worked for that sick pervert at the Bayside Hotel, and as such had to have special access to his secrets.

The Bayside Hotel lobby was quiet on this Wednesday night as midnight approached, though a few hardened partiers still lingered at the poolside bar. Aaron was working late, not even sure why. He’d left for work at three, having not seen Paolo since his return from the beach with Parker, and good thing since he just wasn’t sure how he would confront his partner about his newfound friendship. Conflict ruled his heart.

At the concierge desk, Aaron placed his “Closed” sign up, then headed over to the bar. Maxie, one of his favorite employees, was still serving and she took one look at the tired, defeated man before her and offered up a wan smile. “What’ll it be.”

“Tequila, Patron. Keep ‘em coming.”

“You got a room for the night?” she asked.

“If I want to, yeah.”

“Want company?”

Aaron grimaced and Maxie laughed; it was an old joke between them. She knew he was unavailable for many reasons. So she just poured him his shot, waited for him to knock it back fast before refilling it.

“Oh, I needed that,” he said. “Been on my feet since three.”

“Poor baby,” Maxie said, and then went off to help a paying customer.

Aaron looked down at the second shot, pondered the allure of the clear liquor, and then thought to hell with it, that’s why people make it, to drink it. So he downed it, a harsh burning sliding down his throat, like come backed with hot sauce. He laughed inwardly. Ha, how would he know? It had been too long since he and Paolo had had really good sex, even longer since Aaron had sucked him and drank down his Spanish lover’s juice. Was tequila a poor standin?

Maxie made her way back, refilling his shot glass.

“Busy day,” she said, “but at least it was pressure free, what with Mr. Converse out of town.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. Guess that’s why he left me alone. Staying at his place in Carmel?”

“Not what I heard,” Maxie said with a knowing look. “From what I know, he’s in New