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

“Allow me.”

And he reached forward, brazenly unbuttoning the second button on shirt; even more hair was exposed, thick, spring, dark. A generous coating.

“Nice.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Totally.”

“What's your name?”

“Marc.”

“I'm Rich.”

“Good, I like rich men,” Marc said.

The man named Rich, smiled, picked up his drink, knocked it back. “Come with me.”

Marc said nothing; he just stood up and followed the larger man out of the bar and through the lobby. He pressed for the elevator; Marc noticed it was the private elevator that went exclusively to the top floor, the penthouse suite. The door opened and they stepped in and then the doors closed and the men were all over each other, kissing and touching, buttons flying. Marc thrust his face into the dark whorls of that hairy chest, finding nipples beneath the thick fur. He murmured his desires, as Rich pressed his body against him.

The doors pinged open, directly into the bedroom of the penthouse. Both men, hard, hungry, and focused, stumbled out of the elevator, falling to the plush carpet. Clothes were quickly stripped away and soon they were naked, cocks hard, bodies heated. They kissed again and their hands continued to explore bodies, touching flesh, hair, balls that constricted and seemed ready to blow. Marc slid down a furry belly, tongue encircling the head of Rich's throbbing cock. He looked up at him, wary, uncertainty hitting him. It had been weeks since he'd tasted him, since he'd allowed this cock inside him, in his mouth and in his ass, he'd wondered if he would ever get to enjoy the touch of his lover again.

And then he plunged down on the cock, sucking it hard, fast. He licked the shaft, his tongue swirling around it, all the way down to the thick wiry pubes that grew like a forest. He tasted pre-come as he licked, licked more, deeper, poking at the eye, teasing it. As he continued to suck, he circled around to the mess of hairs that covered his hole; with a wet finger he pushed, once, twice, and then he entered the man's ass.

“Oh, oh, oh, shit. . . Marc, give me more, more. . .”

Marc slid a second finger in, a third, and he began to push, to fuck, all while sucking that big hot cock. Just then he felt it grew hotter, bigger, he knew Rich was close to bursting. He intensified his sucking and gave one last thrust of his fingers into that furry ass and that's when Rich blew, gobs of come shooting into his mouth. He slurped on each drop, drinking him in, and the taste was like something he'd never had before, a burst of energy that fueled him to new heights. He felt Rich's hand snake around to his cock, pump it once, twice and that was all it took, Marc too shot his load, coating Rich hairy forearm with his thick goo.

Waiting to catch their breath, Rich helped Marc up from the floor, then embraced him. Marc felt his sexy, hairy lover's body press against him, his cock hardening quickly. Rich's did too, that big piece pressing against his leg.

“Wow, that was great,” Rich said.

“You just had to touch me and I came.”

“Come to bed with me, yes?”

“Yes.”

It was the first time for them since the shooting, the first time either had allowed the other to touch him. So much had happened, but they knew what was important. They were, the two of them, and it had taken almost fucking Danvers Converse for Rich to realize that the two of them together were better than either of them without. He'd called Marc from the Bayside, after turning back from the cold, asked him to meet him here. And Marc had agreed and they had acted out their own little play, not unlike when they'd first arrived in Wonderland, and now here they were together, naked, entwined, climbing onto the bed, ready to make love for the first time again.

Marc was on his back, Rich hovering above him. He brushed at the thick mat of hair on Rich's chest, fingered the bald spot on his upper chest where he'd taken the bullet. How he loved how this man felt atop him, it wasn't power, it was love and desire, and Marc beneath him was open to all he had to give. That cock, he knew that was a lot to take, and he couldn't wait to feel those thick inches fill him. Just then a tear slid from his eye.

“It's okay, Marc, we're together.”

“Yes.”

“What I drove you to, it woke me up. Seeing you with Parker. . . I knew then and there that I never wanted to lose you, I wanted you back. So I had to do everything in my power to get us back to our dream. Saunders, Danvers, even Troy and Parker and Rose, they all had to help and to me it didn't matter which of them got hurt, we'd all been hurt enough by them. All that mattered to me was you. You are my life, Marc Anderson.”

“And you are my life, Rich North,” Marc said.

Silence settled between them. There was only other thing left to do.

“Make love to me, Rich.”

And Rich obliged, sliding his thick cock inside him, and oh how perfect it felt.

He thrust, and he thrust again, Marc taking it all in, wrapping his legs around his ass to ensure that cock didn't slip out. With each push, each urgent plow, Marc cried out, begging for more, digging his nails into Rich's back, burying his face in the thick whorls of his chest. This was just what he wanted, his hairy, big-dicked lover in his bed and in his and most especially in his heart.

“Harder, baby, harder,” Marc cried.

And Rich did as asked, his cock's thrust propulsive, consuming.

They climax was shattering, Rich bucking with each shot, Marc's eyes fluttering as he felt each drop sizzle within him. And even as