Desperate Lovers, page 14
part #2 of Wonderland Series
Dane didn’t hear the joke. He slumped against Aaron, lost in thought.
What next?
PART FIVE
End Game
by Adam Carpenter
All summer long in Wonderland, life on Eldon Court had been like a cable television show, the sex and violence more explicit than implicit. With firebombs, brutal attacks, sex videos and seductive manipulations, cheating, lying, betraying taking center stage, was it any wonder the neighbors were on constant edge? For one such couple, Marc Anderson and Rich North, the situation made them determined to make good use of their concerns, coming together in a lengthy expression of love and lust to beat away all that was wrong. They were hungry for one another, and frightened enough to let go their inhibitions.
Marc loved the way the tension left his body the moment his lover’s big, hungry cock entered him, as though the pressure from being filled-up released from him a rush of air, taking with it any lingering fears.
One hearty thrust, his lover’s voice crying out loud enough to bounce off the walls…and all the anxiety he’d been feeling the past few days just vanished.
All his thoughts went to being plowed, long, hard, and energetically by the furry bear grunting and sweating above him. The bed rocked so hard, motion detectors would have gone off had they installed them. Perhaps not a bad idea, with danger moving onto Eldon Court as it had. But such notions of security would have to wait, for on this bright, sun-dappled morning, it was all about them. As the ocean breeze blew in through the open window, the only smell here was the sweaty scent of sex.
“Yeah, Rich, fuck me. I need your cock so bad, so bad…”
He felt the throbbing head pierce him again, again, the rest of the long, thick shaft sliding deep inside him, again, again, thrusting as violently as any beast might. And damned if it wasn’t a fucking beast fucking him now, his hard-bodied lover with that thick rug on his chest and his ass cheeks fuzzy, fucking him while fulfilling their urgent needs and unquenchable desires. Rich pounded at him, pounded at him more, more, grunting, thrusting, crying out from pleasure, penetrating him and doing all he asked, all he begged for, everything Marc hungered for.
“Baby, take me, take all of me,” Rich urged, again pushing his hard cock deep into his lover’s hungry ass.
“Yeah, yeah, deeper, deeper, owww, oohh,” Marc responded, his legs high in the air, his back arched. “Show me your chest, let me feel it.”
Rich positioned his arms on either side of Marc, his muscles bulging at the pressure as he lifted his body, exposing his sweaty chest.
Marc’s fingers instantly slid through the dark rug, fingering it, grabbing it, all as his ass continued to be plowed. Wrapping his legs around Rich’s ass, he locked himself onto him, never wanting to let go. Then he pressed his hands flat against Rich’s chest, fingers lost in the whorls of hair, reveling in its lush, hirsute luxuriousness. Damn he couldn’t get enough of it, not when Rich spooned him as he slept, not when they woke and Marc ran his fingers through the matted fur in an attempt to find his nipples, not when they showered and Marc licked his way down the furry trail on Rich’s belly before taking that thick piece into his mouth, sucking him off, playing dirty while they cleaned up.
“You beast, Rich, yeah, fuck me hard, my hairy beast,” Marc cried out, eyes wide open, watching with intent as desire flooded through him, as Rich pounded him and pounded him, droplets of sweat dropping onto Marc’s smooth chest, sizzling against his hardened nipples. “Never stop… never…”
“Aaahh,” Rich cried out, and despite Marc’s urgent pleas for more, more sex, more fun, more fucking, what he got instead was more come, buckets full it seemed as he felt Rich’s cock expand and grow, thrust and shoot, feeling inside his ass as each burst tried to break free and consume him, to travel deep inside and settle in him, making Rich a permanent part of him rather than the temporary receptacle of his seed.
Rich, exhausted, pulled out and dropped onto his back, his cock at half-mast. Sliding in next to him, Marc ran a fingernail down his chest, scratching the skin as he did so, listening as Rich panted with exhaustion.
“Enough, enough…”
“Not yet, you don’t, I want more,” Marc said, ruffling the furry chest, teasing his nipples into wild submission. Marc noticed the cock stiffen again, and he smiled.
“Now that’s just what I wanted to see.”
He whipped off the condom, replaced it with a fresh one, stroking it all the while to get that big cock back to its impressive thickness. Then Marc climbed atop his lover, lifting his ass into the air before taking hold of the cock, positioning it just before his hole. Slowly he slid down on the thick shaft, hands against Rich’s chest to steady himself as he felt the full impact of that cock’s girth. He felt the tip pierce his hole, and soon after the entire cock was engulfed in his ass, impaling him with its pulsing hardness. Crying out loudly, his urgent voice rocking the walls, floating out the open window to the crashing sea, Marc grabbed at Rich’s chest, and the force of his pull against all that hair had Rich’s voice joining him in their full blown ecstasy.
“Oh, Rich, you fucking fill me,” he said, “you fill me up completely.”
“Ride me, baby, ride me good,” Rich urged, his hips bucking, his cock going deeper into Marc’s pliant ass.
“Ooh, you bad boy, Rich, so bad…but so good. So big, so hairy…”
“So yours,” Rich said, and thrust his cock again.
Marc responded by lifting his ass up, easing the pressure inside him, but then he plunged back down, taking every hard inch again, again, again. His face displayed sharp pain from the hard entry, a wondrous picture of desire, too, as his body flooded with wave after wave of enveloping heat. He continued to ride Rich’s thrusting body, his body’s senses alive and vibrant, the pressure of the last few days continuing to flood out of him. As his gaze flickered toward the ceiling, he closed his eyes, feeling rather seeing his way through this hard fuck, feeling raw sensations rip through him, giving all his trust to his lover. Suddenly he felt a hand on his cock, and he reached down to touch it, his fingers caught in the wiry hairs of Rich’s strong arm. Rich pulled at his cock, and Marc let out a cry of desire.
“Yeah, baby, stroke me, rub my cock on that hairy belly, make me come,” he said, feeling almost immediately the brush of thick dark fur on his shaft. He slid forward, placing his hands again on Rich’s magnificent chest, fingers getting lost in the thick whorls, and suddenly the rush inside his body was like a torrent, and he knew was going to shoot. Rich continued to stroke him, hard, harder, and Marc kept pounding his ass down on that pulsing, angry cock, hard, harder, and he cried out with the onset of his orgasm. Rich bellowed with the need for release.
“Here I come, oh, oh, oh, Rich, fuck me hard, right now, thrust that big cock…”
Rich fired one last violent thrust of his big cock deep inside Marc, and that’s when Marc’s cock blew; gobs of come shot into the air, dropping deep into the nest of hair on Rich’s chest, a spurt slapping him on his scruffy cheek, and he could almost hear the sizzle of his jizz on that hot body. Rich was stroking him still, and Marc was still bouncing on that cock, knowing Rich was close to climax again. He grabbed at Rich’s chest, pulling the thick dark mat, screaming out how he needed his lover to fuck him more, more, more, and Rich thrust again, again, again. Sweat pouring from them, Rich reached up and grabbed at his lover, pulling him off, throwing him down face first on the bed, his ass in the air. Rich then plunged his still rock hard cock deep into his lover’s open ass, plunged, in, out, in, out, Marc taking each passionate, desperate fuck with crying moans.
He felt the weight of Rich’s body on top of him, nearly crushing him into the mattress, the burn of chest hair against his bare back sending rushing waves of heat through him. Rich jackhammered him, his cock penetrating deep, deep, deeper still, and suddenly Rich cried out and with one final, urgent thrust he came, loud and hard, his tip exploding, and shot after shot of white hot come settled into Marc’s ass.
“Ooh, Rich, what did you do, I felt that come splatter deep inside me.”
Panting heavily, Rich admitted that, “I took the condom off, I wanted you to feel me, all of me, my skin to your skin, my come to your ass.”
“But, we said…”
“Marc, baby, that was my way,” he said, pausing for air, “my way of making the biggest commitment I’ve ever made to you…to anyone. No more cheating, no more other lovers. Just you and me, forever,” he said, pulling his wilting, tired cock out, falling back onto the bed with a crash.
Marc lay beside him, the two of them staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe the words he’d just heard. Sliding in next to his lover, his hand resting on Rich’s chest, he gazed straight into those brown eyes, and said, “You mean that, really?”
“With all of my heart,” Rich said, “I’ve been thinking, what with our anniversary coming up, with your gallery show, we need to do something special. We’ve already made the move to Wonderland, and we’ll win in our battle for Eldon Court, I have no doubt about that. So why not, when all is said and done, give us all something to look forward to.”
“You mean…?”
“A wedding,” Rich said, “Marc Anderson, lover, friend, partner, I want to take all of those labels and turn them into one word: husband. Tell me you’ll marry me, tell me that it will just be you and me waking up in this bed every morning.”
Marc felt tears christen his cheeks, and he bent his head down, drying his tears in the fur of Rich’s chest. He kissed the chest, licked a nipple. Then he moved upward, and that’s when he planted a sweet, lingering kiss on his lover’s mouth.
“Yes, Rich North, I will be your husband, and you will be mine, and together nothing will ever stop us. And yes, I want to wake up in bed with you every morning, especially if it means I get to be fucked like that all the time, my great, hairy beast taking me again and again, then yes, yes, yes.”
Rich kissed his lover back. He changed positions, and Marc watched as Rich looked down on him, his body hovering above him.
“Do it again, Rich, fuck me again.”
“You know what I’d rather do, Marc?”
“What’s that?”
“I’d rather make love to you,” he said, and with that he slid his hardened cock inside Marc again, but his move was gentle, sweet, the passion he felt penetrating ever deeper than any cock could, even one as big and thick as Rich’s.
“Oh, Rich, yes, love me all day, my hairy-chested beast,” Marc said, “Love me like it’s our first time, fuck me like it’s our final time.”
Later that same day, across town at the fancy Bayside Hotel, Aaron was trying his hardest to leave work early, since he knew Paolo was probably in a big tizzy back home, getting ready for their late afternoon barbeque with the rest of the men of Eldon Court. They had much to discuss, the results of their various endeavors to stop the takeover on Eldon Court. Danvers Converse was, of course, not making it easy.
“Mr. Walters, may I see you in my office?”
Sitting behind the concierge desk and trying to answer the paying customer’s questions, Aaron couldn’t help but roll his eyes. When the boss called, you answered. “Mrs. Ellis, if you would pardon me for a bit, the hotel’s owner requires me. Forgiveness, please?”
“All I wanted to know was a suggestion for a local art gallery.”
“You’re in luck. Just head Down Wonder to Healy’s Art Gallery.
Lauren has stumbled across a great new artist, and he has a show in a few days time. I’m sure she’ll have some great stuff. Tell her Aaron sent you and maybe you’ll get a sneak peek.”
“Oh, how very exciting. Many thanks, Aaron,” said the pleased, plump woman who looked like she had money to spare, and as she waddled off, Aaron was able to make his way down the long corridor toward Converse’s private office. He knew the way, of course, even if his brain from that night was foggy from tequila. He carefully wiped beads of sweat from his brow, anticipating the worst—that the old, bald creep had discovered that not only had Aaron been inside the office, but that he’d stolen the man’s pistol. He knocked once, received a curt, “Enter,” and he did as instructed, closing the door behind him.
“You wish to see me, Mr. Converse?”
Converse, his expression unreadable behind his large desk, simply tossed into the air what looked like an invitation, the thick cream paper falling to the carpet before Aaron could catch it. He picked it up, saw that it was indeed an invite—to Marc Anderson’s art show at Healy’s. He’d just been talking about that, and it seemed the event was turning into the social highlight of the end of summer in Wonderland. What surprised him, though, was the fact that Danvers Converse had received one. He’d thought the only place they wanted to see Converse was at his own funeral.
With all of Eldon Court attending, the last thing they wanted was to share crudités with their enemy.
“I’m displeased,” Converse said.
“It’s just a gallery showing,” Aaron said. “It seems you’ve been invited. Is that what has you upset, that someone dared to include you in something? Would you rather just watch the video?”
Converse’s eyes narrowed into slits of anger. “Hardly.
This…cheap thing was passed along to me by Parker St. John. My understanding is that he received one too.”
“That’s strange. The guys on Eldon Court like Parker about as much as they like you.”
Converse’s bald head grew red at Aaron’s sudden forthrightness.
“I’ll have no more of that insolence from you, or I’ll have your job.”
“You want to take everything else away from me, why not my job?” Aaron said boldly, “and it’s not like I can stop you, right? From firing me that is. As for my home, I’ll fight you to the bitter end. To the death.”
“Such histrionics. That’s it, Mr. Walters, consider this your final day at the Bayside.”
Aaron couldn’t help it, he laughed. Laughed so loud his sounds shook the walls. “Oh, Mr. Converse, you don’t want to do that.”
“And why not?”
“I know plenty about you, Mr. Converse,” he said, wondering just how much he should reveal, how far he was willing to go. “You know, about your sexual proclivities and your sick desires. Can’t have sex yourself, can you, but you sure get off by watching other people fuck each other, right here in your hotel, and you turn on the video intake, pull out your pathetic little dick and stroke it and then what—you cry when you come? Don’t think we’re all intimidated by you, sir. We know you’re just a bitter old queen in the guise of a powerful businessman. We are closing in on the real truth about what happened years ago on Eldon Court, at Number Two, and all signs point toward you being involved.”
If Converse had had eyebrows, they would have been raised to the roof. “Utter nonsense. Cease these meaningless threats and maybe, just maybe, you and your boyfriend will come out of this unscathed. That’s more than I’ll give those damn twinks Dane and Sawyer, or the old guys…what are their names, Edgar and Jack? And as for that pest, Rich North, he’ll wish he’d never returned to Wonderland, much less Eldon Court, with his bottom-feeding partner. Mr. Walters, I’m offering you this one last opportunity—trust none of them, only me, and you’ll come out smelling like a rose.”
“All I smell is bullshit.”
Converse rose from behind his desk. Standing, he was somehow less intimidating, not more. He was just a slimy, pathetic creature, hairless and blotchy, nervous that his plot to seek revenge on Eldon Court was failing…would fail.
“Goodbye, Mr. Walters. Your final paycheck will be mailed.”
Aaron nodded. “Perhaps I’ll see you at the gallery showing, sir.”
“Hmmph,” was the arrogant reply.
As Aaron started out of the office, he turned to his former employer. He knew he was in a position of power, and he locked his strong arms on his hips for effect. He saw Converse staring back at him, knowing this was the last time he would see his well-defined legs, his muscled chest; and he knew he would no longer watch him fuck people on screen, he’d no longer endure waxing jobs from that old battle-ax in the hotel’s salon.
Aaron felt empowered now, manly. He puffed his chest up, confidence building. “Oh, Mr. Converse, if you can’t make it to the gallery, perhaps you can send someone in your stead. I think your nephew would like to go. He’s cute, probably a bottom, I’m sure he’d get along well with all of us boys on Eldon Court.”
“My nephew…I have no…” Converse was attempting to say, but again, his face was florid, anger bubbling to the surface. “So it was you…how dare you come to my home and interfere…Walters, you have no idea what you’re doing…”
“Oh, but I do. It’s called pushing the envelope, playing my hand, whatever, pick your metaphor. I believe his name is Troy, and he lives in your mansion down in Carmel,” Aaron said, and without waiting for confirmation, he slammed the door behind him. Then he let out a deep breath. It was chancy, revealing his trump card like he had, but enough was enough, it was time to shove this thing into action. To defeat Danvers Converse meant to push him over the edge. Mentioning Troy seemed to have gotten him close. All the way down the corridor, he could hear the sound of smashing glass coming from inside Converse’s office.
Aaron Walters couldn’t help it, he was turned on, his cock growing with desire.
It felt good to be in control.
“Where the hell have you been, baby? Don’t you know we have guests arriving in…like, fifteen minutes.”
“Good. That gives us just enough time.”
Paolo looked at his lover, noticed the tone in his voice—deep, commanding—and when he looked down at the man’s crotch in those tight white shorts, his intent was obvious. Paolo felt his mouth go dry at the notion of sudden sex. He watched as Aaron dropped those shorts right there in the kitchen, his cock springing to lively life. Just like in the car ride back from Carmel, the intent was clear.
