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and no substance.” He paused dramatically. “Not that I have either, but at least I know it. I don’t try to pass myself off as more than I am.”

“Did you see anything, Simon?”

“I might have seen something,” he said, in a teasing voice.

“But you’re not going to tell me?”

“I might tell you, if you were a little friendlier. Why don’t you come sit down?”

I came around the sofa and sat down. He moved over and sat next to me. “Now, that’s better. Isn’t it? Cozier.” Actually, the sofa was nearly as uncomfortable as the leather chair looked.

Simon slipped a hand high onto my thigh. “When you and Jeremiah broke up, I thought for sure you’d come by to visit me. At least once.”

“It’s Jeremy, not Jeremiah.”

“Was he good in bed? To me, he always seemed the type to get what he wanted through sex. Is he one of those voracious bottoms who gets everything by throwing their legs in the air?”

“Mrs. Enders saw Jeremy and his friend Skye sitting in a car.”

“Really? Do tell…”

“So you didn’t see them?”

“No. I saw something else.”

“What else?” Simon left a long, dramatic pause. I finally said, “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“Of course I’m going to tell you. But let’s just be a little social first.” Just in case his meaning wasn’t completely clear, he tapped my crotch with one finger.

“You’re blackmailing me?”

“That’s not a very nice word,” he said, as though I were a four-year-old who’d just repeated the word “fuck.”

“The police think I killed this guy, and they want to put me in prison.” I hoped the gravity of the situation might sway him to be more cooperative.

The look on his face told me he’d seen too many prison-themed pornos to take the threat to my safety seriously. I was going to have to fuck him to get the information I wanted. It was an unpleasant thought. Too bad my cock didn’t agree; it was well on its way to being hard.

Simon leaned over to kiss me. I pulled my head back. “No kissing,” I told him. He laughed a little. Then he reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. Slipping his hand in, he pulled my now hard cock through the opening of my boxers and out into the air.

“Now that’s what I call friendly.”

He bent over into my lap and kissed the end of my penis. As though to taunt me for not letting him kiss my lips, he kissed my cock over and over again. Finally, his tongue slipped out and he began to run it round my cock head. His skills were impressive. Meanly, I assumed he had a lot of practice. When he was done teasing me with his tongue, he took my cock all the way into his mouth. He dove down onto my shaft until I was deep in his throat. Then he withdrew, letting me fall out of his mouth.

With two fingers, he carefully worked my balls out of my shorts. He slipped one testicle into his mouth, rolled it around and then went for the other. My hips began to lift off the sofa. I wanted him back on my dick.

Taking the cue, he wrapped a hand around my cock and went to work sucking me. He swallowed my cock with a spin of his head, flattening his tongue out across the head so that it was always fully covered. Down he’d go, then up with a little spin. I shivered each time he got to the top.

Abruptly, he stopped to take a couple of deep breaths before he went down on my dick again, this time taking it all the way down his throat. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t help but think that Simon was like a snake who’d unhinged his jaw. Not a pleasant thought given the situation.

Keeping my prick in his mouth, Simon slipped his cargo shorts down around his ankles. His cock was thick with a fat mushroom top, and very hard. He pulled off me just long enough to spit in his hand. Then he went back to sucking me while he jerked himself off.

I needed to get this over with so I could get my information. Not that it was a terrible experience, I’d just rather be getting a blowjob from, well, a lot of other people, but most specifically a certain Detective Tripp. I closed my eyes and began to imagine what it might be like if Tripp was actually here, on his knees, my cock in his mouth. I imagined what he’d looked like without his elegant business suit, his body muscular, a bit lanky, his skin deliciously dark. With Tripp, I’d want to reciprocate. I’d push him off my cock and pull him into a standing position, then I’d take him into--

That did it. I came in Simon’s mouth. He moaned deeply as he swallowed. Then he licked me clean. He kept my dick in his mouth as it softened slightly, and continued to jack himself off. In a few moments, he was coming in great spurts all over his thigh.

After a teasing bite to the end of my dick, he sat back and smiled at me. “Well, who’d have thought you’d be so much fun.”

Buttoning my jeans, I ignored the half-assed compliment and told him, “Tell me what you saw.”

“I always walk Calliope the minute I get home.” Calliope, that was the dog’s name, not Esmerelda. “Poor dear, she has the tiniest bladder. She barely gets to the curb before she has to squat and wee-wee. Anyway, I looked up and saw the most interesting thing.” He paused dramatically. “A woman sitting in a Mercedes SUV, sitting right in front of your house. I’d guess she was dark, Hispanic probably. She was crying.”

It might have been Eddie’s mother, or maybe even his fiancée. “Could you tell how old she was?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t know there’d be a test later.”

“What time was that?” I asked.

“Almost seven.”

“Did you tell this to the police?”

“The

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