Epilogue
3 months later
“You’re gonna be late for work,” Aeren groaned into Lamar’s mouth, as Lamar chased his tongue with his own. “Again.”
Lamar chuckled, the movement shaking his cock as he teased Aeren with slow, shallow strokes, making it vibrate over Aeren’s sweet spot. “Nope. Court today, baby. You know that. But if you want to quit..” Lamar pulled his dick out, stopping where it just barely tugged on his boy’s inner sphincter. He waited for Aeren’s whimpered protest before rolling his hips in a slow, dirty grind, sliding deep inside.
“No!” Aeren begged, “don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
Satisfied that he had his lover right where he wanted him, Lamar wrapped one strong hand around Aeren’s erection, lubing it with the precum dripping from the tip as he jerked it in time to his thrusts.
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded, driving his hips in faster, harder, swallowing every whine and moan that fell from Aeren’s lips.
“Yes, sir!” Aeren gasped, his body shuddering as his release dribbled over the top of Lamar’s fist. Lamar growled, pistoning his hips as his own orgasm tore through him, filling the tight body beneath him with bursts of hot pleasure.
“Mmm,” Lamar sighed, finally releasing Aeren’s tongue and pulling his still hard dick free. “Keep it in there,” he warned teasingly, flipping Aeren onto his tummy and then pulling him up to his knees and holding him in place with a hand around his throbbing member. He stared down at Aeren’s fluttering rim as he fought to keep the cum Lamar had left in him from dripping out. “That’s my good boy.”
Sliding his fingers through the cream leaking from Aeren’s tight hole, Lamar slipped two fingers through the mess and pressed against his prostate, driving another desperate moan from the blond. “You’re letting it slip out,” he tsked in mock disapproval. “You know how I feel about you wasting perfectly good cum when I breed you.”
The sounds falling from Aeren’s lips were nothing but garbled noises as Lamar used his still hot fluid to fingerfuck him, grinding over the sensitive bundle of nerves until Aeren jerked, a scream tearing free of his lips and another small gush of semen dribbled over his fingers.
Lamar slid his fingers free and wiped them on the towel next to him before easing Aeren’s quivering body down onto the bed and kissing him deeply. “That wasn’t a very big load,” he teased, rubbing their noses together.
Aeren gave a choked laugh and swatted at him weakly. “That was the third time you made me come in, what, an hour?” he protested laughingly. “I’m surprised there was anything left. I think I’m dead.”
Lamar sucked a kiss over the thudding pulse in his neck. “Nope. You’re definitely still alive.” He laid down beside Aeren and held him close. “Better close your eyes for a few,” he suggested, stroking the soft skin of Aeren’s tummy. “Shower time starts in about twenty minutes.”
~*~
With his testimony having been completed the day before, Aeren sat quietly in the courtroom gallery, eyes trained on the being in the witness box. His fingers flew over the pad in his lap as he sketched the scene before him from his unique perspective.
The witnesses dyed blonde hair was cut short with the ends neatly turned under. Red-tinged eyes peered out from behind wire-rimmed glasses. Jagged fangs poked free of downturned lips that were painted coral and clashed slightly with the too-dark foundation and the orangish rouge caked on the apples of her cheeks. A faint scar was still visible Mrs. Parker’s right cheek.
“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?” the court registrar intoned.
“I do.” Mrs. Parker snapped, her left hand resting on a heavy bible and her right raised in the air.
“I thought she pled guilty?” Aeren murmured, his voice barely catching Lamar’s ear.
“She did,” Lamar whispered back. “But she has to tell the court why she did it, so they can decide on a sentence.”
“If you would, Mrs. Parker,” her defense attorney, a blustery man with salt and pepper hair and a phony smile said gently, resting one hand on his ample belly. “Tell the court why you killed these people?”
Mrs. Parker frowned as she swiveled her head, stopping when she found Mandy in the gallery on Lamar’s other side. “It was her fault!” she screeched, pointing a shaky, claw-tipped hand at her. Rattling the cuff that locked her to the chair with the other. “That bitch and her whores ruined my marriage!”
The judge’s gavel banged down. “That’s enough!” He glared at the defense attorney. “If your client wishes to address the court, she will control herself.”
“Of course, your honor,” he agreed quickly before turning back to the witness box. “Mrs. Parker, as calmly as you can, please explain your accusation to the court.”
Mrs. Parker sighed. “Paul and I have been married for over twenty years,” she said quietly. “As far as I knew he was always faithful. When I was balancing the checkbook last month, I found a huge check for thousands of dollars written to..to..thatplace.”
“That must have been difficult,” her attorney said sympathetically. “Did you ask him about it?”
“I didn’t have to,” she muttered, wiping a tear from her eye. “When he went out for his weekly Saturday bowling night, I followed him.” Her eyes hardened, and she glared at Mandy again. “He wasn’t bowling,” she nearly spat the words. “He was at her damned sex club!”
“I see,” her attorney stepped forward and patted her hand. “Then what happened?”
“I looked in some of the windows,” she admitted, “and I saw Paul with him.” She pointed at Aeren.
