Chapter Seven
“I want to suck you.”
Lamar looked down at the slender boy kneeling submissively in front of him, his hands tucked under his thighs. His wide golden eyes were an erotic combination of hungry and pleading as he stared at Lamar’s crotch. The tip of his tongue dipped enticingly through plump pink lips that trembled invitingly as he spoke.
“Please?”
Lamar tried to clear his mind by shaking his head, uncertain how the young Empath fromAfter Ninehad come to be on his knees before him. “Aeren? I told you, I can’t do anything with you..not like that.”
“No one will know,” Aeren’s voice was choppy and breathless like it had been at the club after…
Lamar forced the thought away as his erection strained against the fabric holding it hostage in an apparently desperate attempt to reach the pink lips a breath away.
Aeren’s slender, hot hands crept up Lamar’s calves and gently parted his knees before continuing up the inside of his thighs to brush over the hard flesh they found. “You need this.” Lamar’s breathing hitched as Aeren’s hands paused on the button of his jeans, his eyes staring into Lamar’s as his breaths came in light pants. “I can make you feel better.”
When Lamar finally surrendered with a sigh, Aeren wasted no time in releasing the button and zipper and tugging the jeans down to Lamar’s ankles, pressing his nose into the thick black bush before him and drawing in deep gulps of Lamar’s intimate scent.
One fist curled tightly around Lamar’s cock, pumping it and dragging his palm over the sensitive flared head. Lamar groaned as those pink lips pressed a soft kiss to the tip before dragging over Lamar’s cock as it was sucked further and further into the hot haven of Aeren’s mouth, making him shudder.
Aeren sealed his lips around the base, applying devastating suction as he tongued the throbbing vein running along the underside, then moving into a punishing up and down rhythm that was intensified by the hand squeezing and releasing his balls in time with his mouth.
Aeren was moaning around his cock, the vibration driving Lamar higher, faster, than he could ever remember from a simple blow job before.
Lamar gasped for breath as splinters of sensation began to fire through his nerve endings, setting his entire body on fire. Twisting a hand into Aeren’s silky soft curls, he grunted through his release, flooding Aeren’s mouth with a rush of hot cum. Even with his mouth stuffed with cock, Aeren swallowed his offering eagerly, not missing a drop. He continued to milk Lamar’s quickly softening cock with expert strokes of his tongue until finally allowing Lamar’s flaccid member to fall from his lips and resting his forehead against Lamar’s thigh.
Bzzt! Bzzt!
The mess from his climax was still cooling on Lamar’s stomach as the alarm clock blared from across the room.
“Holy shit.” Lamar stared around the room in amazement. “It was just a dream.” He swiped a palm over his torso in disgust. “A damned wet dream. What am I, twelve again?”
Grabbing for the t-shirt he’d discarded before bed, he wiped himself clean and detoured through the kitchen to start a pot of coffee on his way to the shower. He was still grumbling under his breath when he poured his first cup. The day was definitely off to a strange start.
~*~
Genov was already waiting at their desks when he arrived, a cup of coffee in his hand and another waiting for Lamar on the plastic-coated calendar by the telephone. Grunting his thanks, Lamar reached for it eagerly; there was no such thing as too much caffeine in the morning.
Within minutes of booting up the laptop, his email chimed, alerting him to a new message from the ex-con who owned the parking lot behind theTramp On Inn.
No problem, Detective, the email read.Let me know if you need anything else.Underneath was a hyperlink to the online storage for the video as well as the loginand password.
"What's that?" Genov finally spoke.
“The log in info for that camera behind the motel. He’s letting us view his footage.”
Genov grinned and dragged his chair over beside Lamar’s. “Okay, Coop. Let’s see what we’ve got!”
Lamar clicked on a link, using the login information provided to open the site. “Do you remember the timestamp on the other footage from when he leftAfter Nine?"
"Uh, yeah. Hold on," Genov muttered, scanning through the notes he'd scribbled. "Looks like eleven forty-three pm."
Lamar began a time search, starting the footage at eleven-thirty.
"That's interesting." Genov straightened up in his seat. "What's that twink doing?"
"Not sure," Lamar said, pausing the replay and blowing up the shot. The grainy image showed a lean, young-looking man pacing with his back to them at the edge of the camera's range. "Waiting for someone, maybe?"
"Maybe." Genov leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "He looks awfully familiar."
