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

his heart skip a beat as realized that life was tenuous, it had its own plans and no matter what plans you made, life or fate or whatever you wanted to call it, had other plans. Take now for instance, standing on the porch, Rich noted all the lights were darkened in his fellow neighbors houses, save one. Number Two—home to Parker St. John—was ablaze, a beacon in the dark night.

Everyone else no doubt was en route to Marc’s show, perhaps out to dinner before the big event. Which meant the only people left on Eldon Court were Rich and Parker. Perhaps this was just how it was supposed to play out, the one-time high school lovers finally getting everything out in the open. A chance to rid Eldon Court of the intrusive, manipulative, and manipulating Parker St. John. Rich hopped off the porch and made his way down the street toward his nemesis’s home.

He didn’t even need to knock, the door opened the moment he stepped onto the porch. Parker stood there, backlit by the lights of his foyer. He was half-dressed in a pair of slacks and an open shirt yet to be buttoned. He looked like he was getting ready for a night on the town.

“Rich, what an unexpected surprise.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Yes. Marc’s gallery showing. I did receive an invitation.”

“Find something else to do. I don’t want you there.”

“Oh, where would you like me, Rich?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re the one who’s come to my home when no one else is around.”

“God, Parker, you’re delusional.”

“Why, Rich? You’ve fucked everyone else on this block you’ve wanted, what’s to stop you now? Even back in high school you couldn’t say no to sex, and as you’ve grown up—and by that I mean really grown up in all the right places—nothing satisfies you like a healthy roll in the hay. I’m right here, Rich. You want Eldon Court to be saved from Wonderland Palaces, I can help.”

“And all I need to do is sleep with you?”

“Marc wouldn’t,” Parker said, “so I figure you’re my last chance.”

Rich surged forward, pushing Parker back into the house. “You fucker, you came on to Marc? What happened?”

“Oh, it was nothing. He’s a good boy, very loyal. Like a pet.”

Rich thrust Parker up against the wall, his hand pushed under his rival’s neck. “Let me tell you something, Parker. Marc and I came here for a second chance, and nothing is going to ruin that. He’s happy, finally, despite me. He’s painting, which he wasn’t able to do for awhile during my troubles back in New York. Temptation has never been part of his make-up, he’s a gentle soul, a trusting one, and I’ve let him down repeatedly over the years. But in Wonderland I promised him a new start…and I was successful, until all this shit started with Danvers Converse and your claim to this house on Eldon Court. So, what will it take to get rid of you once and for all? To make this threat to our livelihoods go away?”

“Easy,” Parker said, but with a fast, powerful motion he released himself from Rich’s hold. He tackled the man before him, and Rich felt himself falling to the ground. He landed with a thud, Parker on top of him.

Their eyes locked, their bodies entwined, and as much as Rich tried to resist the building moment, the flames of desire won out and he pressed his lips to Parker’s, the two men coming together in a powerful, urgent expression of the love of yesterday, the hate of today, the ambition, desire, and animal lust of the moment, neither knew which was the truth but neither stopped to question what was happening.

They rolled on the floor, passion erupting between them. Rich felt his clothes being torn from his body, felt Parker’s probing tongue on his neck, his chest, lapping at his chest hair and his nipples, following the trial down his belly. There he unleashed Rich’s growing cock, and by the time he’d released it, his cock was at full mast, throbbing, pulsing, wanting to be sucked by anyone, and damn if that anyone wasn’t Parker. He watched as Parker hesitated over the big cock, but then he dropped down and took the entire, engorged length into his mouth. He sucked, hard, slurping with an energetic lust. Rich tried to breathe, found it difficult as he realized he was about to come.

“Shit, shit, don’t, no…stop, Parker…”

But Parker knew what was happening, and it was happening really fast. He let Rich spill his seed, a generous amount of come shooting from his pulsing tip and high into the air before landing on Rich’s lush, furred chest, all as Rich cried out with overwhelming desire, his body bucking, wracked with pain, pleasure, desire, doubt.

Parker hovered over Rich, licking at his chest, lapping up the come. Rich grabbed at the man, realizing he’d lost his shirt during his orgasm. Parker was sexy, hairy like him, and he clung to him as they kissed, kissed, tongues hungrily feeding off the other. They were both alpha males, and wasn’t this block too small for two such big men?

“Oh God, Parker, when did you get so sexy,” Rich said.

“I was a late bloomer, but I’m all man now. When’s the last time you were fucked…”

“What? You mean…”

“Yeah, I know you’re this aggressive top, but so am I, so one of us has to compromise. I think you want it,” Parker said, suddenly rising from the floor to drop his trousers. He exposed his massive cock, way bigger than Rich’s, and with his hard, furry body, he was the picture of manliness, and for once Rich felt inferior, like he was the submissive. My God, he thought, what would it feel like to have that huge cock impale him? He knew it was a question that would be answered within seconds.

“Take me, Parker. Take me now.”

Parker yanked him up, walked him over to the sofa, where he helped Rich remove the last of his clothes. Pushing him back on the sofa, Rich found himself in the unusual