Lothair nodded, his face blank. When the authorities arrived, we would have to tell the same story.
“Yeah, fucker zip-tied our wrists,” he said. “I cut Terry’s with a key, then he tore up mine.”
An hour later,the private runway was swarming with police cars. That night, we repeated our version of events fifteen more times. When we made it home, it was seven in the morning.
Lothair called the bank but couldn’t cancel the money transfer. He’d have to go there in person, lawyered up and probably with a statement from the police or even a court order. He had brief conversations with his finance guy and his law firm. It was annoying, but his people assured him it would getsorted.
“Carlos won’t manage to hide the money before you can get it back,” I told him.
Leaning back in his chair, Lothair looked at the ceiling of his office. “Six hundred thousand. Bastard.”
“He acted like he was having a psychotic episode during the arrest. His perception of reality will never be the same. I think you’ve punished him enough.”
Unrepentant, my mate chuckled. “I got him good, didn’t I? You should have seen his face.”
“I can imagine. But now, sleep, Lothair. We need sleep.”
I grabbed his forearm and tugged, pulling him out of his chair. He followed obediently, holding my hand all the way to the upstairs bedroom.
“Are we going to fuck?” he asked.
I pulled his pants down and shoved him onto the bed in his underwear and with his shirt unbuttoned. I didn’t have the energy to look for pajamas. “You’re out of your mind. We’ve been awake for twenty-six hours.”
He rolled onto his side and rubbed his face against the pillow. “It would take me a while, but I could get off,” he mumbled, his eyes already closing.
“Just sleep.”
I undressed down to my boxers and spooned Lothair on the bed. Pressing my lips to his nape, I murmured, “Good night.” He didn’t reply. He’d fallen asleep instantly.
I was warm,but my dick was the warmest. It tingled from inside a slick heat, something soft stroking the underside.
“Mm-hmm.”
I peered into the sunlight then blinked. I lay sprawled on my back like a starfish, and Lothair hummedwith his mouth around my morning wood. He sucked hard then let go with a pop.
“Time to wake up. It’s after lunch.”
Growling sleepily, I grabbed his hair and pushed his face back down.
“Shut up and suck.”
Chuckling, he mouthed my dick again. I closed my eyes. The suction was powerful, with a little swirl of tongue on the upstroke. I groaned in protest when he let go again and cool air hit my wet cock.
“Hey!”
But Lothair was already straddling my hips and guiding my cock into his hole.
“Shh. I got you,” he said.
He rocked slowly back and forth, stroking himself above my stomach.
I caressed his thighs and watched his sinuous movements as he rode me. When I could feel him getting close, I bucked up, and he threw his head back, exposing his throat. His warm cum splattered my chest, and I scooped it up with my fingers, licking it off. The taste tipped me over. I held Lothair’s hips and fucked my cum up into him, knocking out little yelps from him. He slumped on top of me, my dick popping out in the process.
“That’s better.” He kissed my left pec and stroked my side.
“Much better,” I agreed.
“Terry.”
