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

“You can't even say it,” said Parker St. John.

“What's the point, Parker? It's over. Even you said it couldn't last.”

“That was a couple weeks ago,” he said, “and since then you and I have done ‘this’ even more, you sneaking out of your house anytime you wanted, telling Rich you were going for a jog and Rich afraid to question you because he feels guilty over what's he's done to you. Not the actions of a man who wants to stop.”

“Regardless of what we've both said, this time it's for real. Parker, I need to get my life back.”

“Or start it all over again,” Parker said, moving closer to Marc, making contact with him for the first time since his arrival just minutes ago. With his hand upon Marc's chin, he pointed it upwards so their eyes could meet. Marc stepped back, trying to avoid Parker's easy seduction.

They were situated in the morning-lit living room at Number Two, the place of many of their physical encounters over the past couple of weeks. Not that they avoided the bedroom, but often they couldn't wait, their passion taking control the moment Marc walked through the door. Marc was dressed now in his typical jogging shorts and T-shirt, Parker wrapped in a terrycloth robe, having just emerged from the shower. His thick hair was tousled in a playful, wet look, the slit of the robe opened to reveal the thick carpet that covered his chest. If this had been yesterday morning, all clothes would have been discarded already, Parker would have been thrusting inside him by now, Marc crying out from the pain of being impaled by that thick cock. . . the memory made Marc feel suddenly woozy, knowing he could transform those images into reality with just one word, one nod of his head. But he'd promised himself, after hearing what Gerald Green had said last night, that he would no longer cheat on Rich, even as he'd fallen asleep and recalled Rich saying the same thing, only to be in Parker's arms just hours later.

“Come on, Marc, don't do this to me, not this morning. . . do you have any idea how hard it was seeing you sitting next to Rich all last night at Paolo's house, like you were back together? The only thing that got me through that endless meeting was the fact that you would be here this morning, that you would be in my bed.”

Marc felt his throat constrict, trying hard to swallow the feelings that welled up in him. It had started out as a way to get back at Rich, letting Parker have his way with him, but as the weeks had progressed Marc had felt himself looking forward to each encounter with his sexy, hairy lover, relishing the way Parker made him feel, when he entered him, when he came inside him. Had he developed actual feelings for him? And if so, how could he just dump him so unceremoniously?

. Before Marc could respond to the man's pleas, Parker leaned in for a kiss, his tongue prying open Marc's mouth with deep passion. Marc reached up, wanting to push him away, his fingers instead accidentally grazing against Parker's exposed chest. The sensation of that thick, plentiful fur sent shock waves throughout Marc's body, weakening him at the knees. Even as he felt the soulful kiss from Parker, he also felt the man smile over the realization he'd conquered him.

Marc fell to the sofa, quickly tossing off his shirt, his shorts. To hell with the footwear; he just opened up his legs, spreading wide his pulsing ass, knowing just what was coming and suddenly desiring nothing more. Watching with nervous anticipation as Parker shed himself of his robe, he revealed his naked, furry self, his huge cock jutting out from the curly patch of pubes at his crotch.

“Is this what you want?” Parker said, his hand stroking his cock.

“Yes, yes, you know it, that massive cock,” Marc pleaded, telling himself one more time, just one last time. . . I want him. Oh, I need him. Just like Rich, he'd promised no more and then had gone ahead and cheated anyway. Two can play that game.

“Tell me,” Parker said, his breath heavy. “What ‘this’ is that you want.”

“You, I want you. I want your huge cock and your fucking sexy body, all of you, your furry chest, that's what I have to have, and I have to have it now.” Marc paused, smiling, wiping a pool of drool from his open mouth. “Fuck me, Parker, pierce me. . .”

“That's what I want to hear, Marc, I'll take you now, and I'll take you forever,” he said, “Just as you've pierced my heart. Yes, Marc, you are mine now, all mine.”

And before Marc could even process those words, words filled with such possessiveness, he felt the hard thrust of the sheathed cock penetrate him, the tip, the shaft, shoving themselves deep inside his lubed hole. He let out a sharp cry and exhaled deeply, trying to suck down fresh air as the beast above smothered him. “Yes, yes,” Parker called out, his voice guttural, even as his body heaved, hard, not once and not twice but repeatedly, the thick cock widening Marc's ass, filling him. Marc, eyes closed, hands reaching up, grabbing at Parker, at his body and his hair, felt every inch inside him, and while colors exploded behind his closed lids, his heart knew that something wrong. As he took each powerful thrust, words reverberated inside his brain, about love and about betrayal and about trust, about what was to happen after Parker exploded. Had he really said that Marc had pierced his heart, was it possible that Parker St. John had fallen in love with him? Did a man who put revenge ahead of all else truly know how to open his heart? Was sex just a form of power with