Desperate Enemies 3 by Adam Carpenter (latest ebook reader .txt) 📕

a hefty breath he felt he'd been holding since the moment he'd boldly stepped inside Danvers’ inner sanctum. But now that he'd done what he'd done, set in motion something he knew his neighbors would disapprove of, Paolo felt finally free, of Eldon Court and of Aaron, even if briefly, and that's when he made his way back toward the bar.

The guy was still there, and the first thing Paolo allowed was to have him buy a drink.

It wasn't the last overture he would accept.

* * * *

“Oh shit, fuck, fuck, give it to me. . .”

The cute, sexy man from the bar thrust hard above him, his hard cock pushing itself deep inside Paolo's smooth ass. He felt every push and he welcomed them, urging the man on, more, more, don't stop fucking me, that's what he begged for, his voice swirling inside the hotel room. His eyes locked not on the man screwing him but on the bare ceiling, it was like he was staring at a blank slate, the remainder of his life unwritten, this little sexual interlude just what he needed to release him from the hold of Wonderland, of Eldon Court.

“Oh, yeah, Paolo, you're so sexy, yes, take it, take it. . .”

It had happened as naturally as anything, the intent clear in both sets of eyes as they had cheered over that first drink, the gentle touch of hands upon hands as they agreed to a second round, an initial kiss while they finished their third and final drink, a tease of what was to come. Properly liquidated, libidos loosened, inhibitions unleashed, they made their way to the man's room on the seventh floor, Room 713, neither of them saying anything, neither needing to. This was just going to be pure sex, what each of them wanted, what Paolo desired, this cute young sexy guy with the hot smile that had so drawn him in. He reminded him of a younger Aaron.

Paolo had easily slipped out of his Capri pants and flowered shirt, showing off his fine body, his olive-toned skin, his hard, hungry cock. The man had removed his shirt, displaying a surprising coat of chest hair, and then he'd dropped his pants, revealing an even more impressive cock, thick and already dripping with anticipation. Paolo had dropped to his knees and taken the cock deep inside his mouth, the man pushing it back to his throat with a hard thrust. And so Paolo had sucked it, and he'd sucked more, and just then the man quickly shuddered and his cock shot forth a thick load of come. Paolo allowed drops to spill out onto his face, dripping off his chin.

“Nice,” he'd said.

“You need to come,” the man had said.

“No, I need you to fuck me,” Paolo had said.

And so the Paolo had planted himself on the bed and positioned his legs like he'd seen Marc do for Parker, and then the man had come to him, prepared, ready, sliding himself easily into Paolo's desperate ass. Now, the man continued to thrust hard at Paolo's hole, even as he felt himself distanced from the actual act, like he was watching from afar, perhaps in the darkened room, alone with the flickering images. In his mind he was Rose Emerson's character from Black Velvet, he was enjoying the sexual experience even though he knew the plot, the garrote waiting under the pillow, ready to wrap itself around her lover's throat just as he climaxed, dying in a moment of erotic strangling. But that's not what he had planned for himself, this wasn't a revenge fuck or a prelude to death. This was life.

“More, more, keep going,” Paolo begged.

That was the thing about youth, they had the relentless stamina to keep going, especially when they'd already come once and had to dig deep into their reserves for that second, heady orgasm. Paolo dug sharp nails into the man's back, wandered down to a patch of thick hair at the small of his back, fingering the furry trail as it disappeared inside the crack of his ass. Yes, he felt good, his cock and his hard body and the light coating of hair on his body, Paolo was enjoying it so much but he also hated himself for loving it. . . but wasn't that the point? Wasn't that why he'd accepted the man's offer to “come upstairs and let me fuck your brains out,” because he was disgusted with himself over his deal with Danvers Converse, over what it would mean to the neighbors of Eldon Court?

He'd been their friend.

He'd been their lover.

And now he'd become their enemy.

Paolo Bautista had been through the ringer lately, and this pulsing, sexual interlude was just the release he'd been looking for. Who he was having sex with, well, that was just the added bonus to everything. He heard the man cry out with orgasm again, and Paolo felt his own climax begin to build. The man came first, his condom-wrapped cock bursting inside him, Paolo feeling every spurt. Oh, shit, he was close, so close. . .

The man pulled out, exhausted.

Paolo pushed him onto his stomach, exposing the man's hairy ass. He jerked at his cock, feeling the heat rush through his hard shaft, ready to burst from the pulsing head. . . he stroked, fast, fast, harder, harder, and then he felt his first release since he'd witnessed Parker and Marc fucking, and the intensity was the same, this overwhelming sense of life being bigger than any of them, that power was something to be harnessed but also to be released. He shuddered loudly, watched as his cock exploded, white hot bursts shooting on the patch of hair at the small of the man's back, watching as it leaked down into his crack, disappearing as though shamed.

“Fuck, that was hot,” the man said, “love how you came on me.”

“Yeah, you're a sexy guy,” Paolo said, his breath returning to normal after his shattering climax. “It's just what