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

quiet on this peaceful gift of a summer’s day. As they cruised out of Wonderland and made their way to the Pacific Coast Highway, they tossed on sunglasses to cut the glare; but Aaron couldn’t help but think it was a way for each of them to hide their eyes, and in effect hide the complicated feelings neither had talked about all week.

Frankly, he was tired of dancing around the issues, and now that he and Paolo were captive to the curves of the PCH, there was no better time.

“You’ve been distant this week,” Aaron said as an opener.

“Hello pot, it’s kettle—you’re black.”

Aaron focused on the road, hurt by the sarcasm but knowing the words were true. “I saw you, with Parker St. John—coming up from the beach the other day.”

“Oh,” Paolo said. There was no emotion to his monosyllabic response.

“What’s the matter, no good comeback this time?”

“Aaron, what do you want me to say? Yeah, he fucked me, just like Rich did, and might I remind you, you wanted me to be with Rich, to use it against him and Marc if they thought about breaking from the group.

We’re all in this together, trying to stop Danvers Converse, and Parker was just my way of insinuating myself into their world.”

“Nice work if you can get it,” Aaron said dryly.

“You’re not exactly innocent in all this.”

“I didn’t say I was. But seriously, Paolo, what information do you think you’re going to glean from Parker? He’s not going to give you anything except maybe herpes; he’s so far up Converse’s butt, not to mention that sniveling idiot Russell Allen. God, I hate that guy, the way he sucks up to anyone around him—and not sucking in a good way.”

The levity allowed them both to laugh, and the happy sound filled the car.

“See, about Parker, I don’t think he’s on Converse’s side—I’m not sure he wants to see his house turned into the Wonderland Palaces. He just wants to be named its rightful owner, and he’s using Converse to get it.”

“He tell you that?”

“Not in so many words.”

“Pillow talk, eh?”

Paolo didn’t answer, instead he pressed the button to slide the roof of the car back, and in seconds the breeze whipped at both men’s faces as they were exposed to the lush countryside. Aaron gunned the engine, and as they took the next curve they both shouted with instant joy; this is how it was supposed to be between them, a day of fun in the sun, adventures on the open road.

“You know I love you,” Paolo said.

“And I love you,” Aaron said. “No more sneaking around, we work as a team. You and me against everyone else.”

“I like that,” Paolo said.

Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron saw Paolo’s hand slide over to him, felt it settle onto his crotch. His cock immediately responded, pressing hard against his shorts. Fingers slid upwards, snaking inside his shirt, toying with the buttons. Aaron tried his best to concentrate on the winding road ahead of him, but Paolo’s attentions were hard to ignore.

Paolo undid a few buttons of Aaron’s shirt, fingers grazing the stubbly chest hair.

“Let it grow back,” Paolo said. “I want my sexy, hairy lover back in bed.”

“That’s the plan,” Aaron said. “Might take a couple of weeks.”

“Well, then I better get busy with other things,” he said, tossing Aaron a dirty leer.

Moments later Paolo had released Aaron’s cock; long and hard, it throbbed in his hand, practically sending out Morse code to be sucked.

Fortunately, Paolo could read the signs and he plunged his mouth down on the entire cock, taking it deep into his hungry mouth, then rubbing the tip against his thick goatee. Aaron gripped the steering wheel to steady himself, the sensations ripping through his body as his lover sucked him, fast, long, hard, hungry, urgently, threatening to make him come. But he held back, not wanting this moment to end. A perfect summer day, sun high in the sky and the breeze whipping at them, traveling along the highway as the ocean crashed against the nearby shore, all while he was getting a major league blowjob. With miles to go. What could be better?

A thundering orgasm, that’s what, and as Paolo’s tongue teased his pulsing tip, tracing a line around the eye, Aaron felt the pressure build deep within his loins. He cried out, just as the car took a curve, his body moving with the fluid motion of the car, and that’s when his cock burst with a heavy outpouring of come. Paolo sucked up every drop, his mouth still pumping up and down on the arched cock.

“Oh fuck, Paolo, oh wow,” he said, his breath coming back to him.

Paolo resumed his place in the passenger seat, sitting upright as he wiped at his mouth.

“On the way back,” he said, “I get to drive.”

They arrived in Carmel by two that afternoon and stopped for lunch before making their way to their ultimate destination: the mansion of Danvers Converse. Aaron had finally admitted to his lover where they were headed during the final stretch of the long drive. As part of their assignment to help protect Eldon Court, it was their job to dig up any dirt on the old baldy, and while it wouldn’t be easy, the man being so powerful and restrained, Aaron was convinced there had to be something.

“You really think we’ll find something?”

“Beats me,” Aaron said with a shrug, finishing off his salad, “but with Danvers away on business in New York, this was our one chance to gain access to his residence.”

“We planning a break in?”

“Of course not, a guy like Danvers probably has an expensive security system. No, we’ll knock and take it from there.”

“Bold,” Paolo said.

Aaron stared at his lover, cupped his fuzzy chin with his hand.

“Beautiful.”

“Aww, Aaron, that’s sweet. So unlike you.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Aaron said with a laugh.

“Later. Plow me later, and all night long.”

“That’s a promise I know I can keep,” Aaron said. “It’s good we did this, had this talk. Now, let’s get down to business, get it over with so we