Hunted

by Lourdes Skye

  “I’ll bring it right away.”

  Octorian grind his teeth as he stared at Jace. Look at this fucker, smiling and conversing with men at the bar. One would think he was not a married man from his actions. Oh, he was going to enjoy reminding him of that fact.

  “Are you satisfied that that is the man you hired me to locate?” Prynce asked.

  “Yes. That’s him.”

  “Delivering is my job.”

  “Has he been doing that since you’ve been here?”

  “Doing what?” Prynce asked, a bit bewildered.

  “Smiling up in men’s faces.”

  “Uh, he’s been tending the bar. Being friendly, I think comes with the job description.”

  “What time does this place close?”

  “3am.”

  “Have you seen him take any breaks?”

  “He went to the bathroom and once to the back. I can’t say for sure whether he was on break or not. But since you said that you guys had a misunderstanding, I figured you’d call him over to the table and talk. I have to say, I’m surprised he didn’t recognize you yet. Or do you think he’s playing coy?”

  Prynce had only dealt with Vanderhuff via the phone. The two never met in person. The disguise that Octorian currently wore, was applied by a retired Broadway make-up specialist. It looked one hundred percent natural. Octorian turned his head and lowered his shades.

  Prynce’s first thought was, damn he has cold eyes. He began to become uneasy about the whole affair. “Uh, listen. Do you want to exchange the pay here? I could take my earnings and leave you guys to talk.”

  “No. I may still have need of your services. Let’s just chill and see how this plays out.”

  Another two hours had gone by of them watching the bartender. Octorian had ordered a meal, while Prynce ordered desert. He’d have to hit the treadmill after today’s consumption. It was now nearing the 3am mark.

  “Mr. Vanderhuff, Prynce breathed irritably; when are you planning to make your move? The place will be closing soon and that waitress keeps looking over here as if she thinks we’re loons or something. And quite frankly I’m beginning to feel like one.”

  Octorian ignored him. His eyes were glued to Jace’s every move. He watched while Jace cleaned up the bar area then whispered something to Lydia. It was ten minutes till three. He noticed Jace with a set of keys in his hand, heading for the front door.

  “Let’s go,” he announced abruptly standing and hurrying after his runaway spouse.

  Prynce had to jog to catch up to him.

  As Jace neared a black Audi, Octorian sped up his steps. Throwing an arm out, he was just about to grab him in a rear naked choke hold, when a black and white police cruiser pulled up on the side of the car.

  “Hey Jace, you weren’t supposed to leave till we arrived,” Jonah smiled.

  “Yeah I know but I’m really tired tonight and just want to go home.” In truth, he couldn’t wait to get home and tell Cobra the good news. He was free!

  Octorian had staggered off as if he were drunk, and was now leaned up against a store’s front window.

  “Hey buddy, you not driving are you?!” Jonah called out.

  “Uh no Officer, I’m the one with the keys,” Prynce held up his keys.

  “See that he gets home safe.”

  “I will. Thanks Officer.”

  Jace climbed into the Audi and pulled off into traffic, just in front of the patrol car.

  Octorian growled as he watched the two cars disappear down the street.

  “Hey, what were you trying to do?” Prynce questioned. Octorian paid him no mind as his phone rang and he answered. “Rock, glad you called. Where are you? That’s not far from where we’re at. We’ll meet you there.”

  “Meet who, where?” Prynce asked.

  “Come on. I told you, I may still be in need of your services. This is the second part of those services.”

  Prynce wasn’t feeling this cloak and dagger routine but seeing as he hadn’t been paid yet, he allowed himself to be pulled over to Octorian’s car. “Can I ask where we are going?”

  “We’re meeting my friend Rock, in Central Park.”

  He looked at him as if he were crazy. Why would he want to meet someone at 3 in the morning in a park that’s practically secluded from street view on all sides?

  12

  Jace turned in the shower and realized that he was no longer alone. Cobra stood, leaning against the sink, taking in all his nakedness. Smiling, Jace opened the glass door. “You coming in?”

  “Oh hell yeah, I am.” Cobra peeled off his clothes in record time and slid in behind Jace. His big arms closed around the smaller man’s waist as he pulled him back against his chest. He nuzzled his neck as his erection pressed into the curve of his spine. Jace’s smooth ass cheeks rested against his thighs. Man, the things he’d like to do to that cute plump ass.

  Jace turned in his arms, kissing his collarbone. “I have something to tell you.”

  “What is it?” Cobra breathed against his lips.

  Jace pulled back laughing. “If you keep doing that, I can’t tell you.”

  Sighing, Cobra released him and said, “Fine, tell me.”

  Jace had to smile at the cute pout on Cobra’s face.

  “Well. Mr. Kosugi called me after you did today. He said that he spoke with a Supreme Court judge, who in turn granted me an immediate divorce on the grounds of Life Threatening Circumstances by Spouse.”

  Cobra took hold of Jace’s chin and turned his face up to meet his eyes. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m free. I’m divorced and Octorian has been served—.”

  Before he could say another word, Cobra picked him up, front-style and carried him out to the bed.

  “I’m wet,” Jace squealed and giggled as Cobra doused him with candy kisses along his face, neck and chest. His tongue licked and teased his hardened nipples, his teeth nipped just enough to send delighted tremors through Jace’s body. Jace withered and moaned beneath the bigger man’s body. His hardened cock jerked against Cobra’s smooth abdominal muscles, leaking precum as it begged for attention. Cobra’s tongue left his nipples to trail hot kisses and licks down Jace’s smooth hairless stomach to the head of the scrumptious seven inch prick. There, his tongue hungrily lapped up the pool of clear nectar. Jace’s cock lay erect against his skin. Cobra started at the tight neat scrotum sac and licked upward from root to head, as if licking an ice cream cone. With each upward lick, Jace’s cock bounced against his stomach.

  Jace moaned and arched his hips as that tongue licked him repeatedly before Cobra’s mouth totally engulfed his entire length.

  “Cobra,” Jace cried out as his head bobbed up and down fast on his dick. Wet sucking sounds vented the room. Oh damn, his mouth was like fine wet velvet. And he was taking him to the root. Just when Jace thought he’d burst and shoot all down Cobra’s throat, Cobra shifted. Bending Jace’s legs up whereas his knees were at his chest, his puckered hole was on full display. Cobra gave it a wet lick, then blew on it. At Jace’s wild moaning, he attacked his ass in a fit of tongue fucking and sucking. He ate Jace’s ass till he cried out and came shooting white ribbons of ejaculate on his stomach and chest. Cobra’s own cock was so hard it ached for fulfillment. Now standing, he pulled Jace’s ass to the edge of the bed. He lubed his dick with the come on Jace’s body before positioning his cock against his hole. “You ready, cutie?”

  Jace’s head bobbed up and down as he wanted to be filled. Cobra pushed the head of his massive cock into that tight quivering hole till he bottomed out. Cobra’s dick felt fabulous in his ass. As he began to thrust, Jace could feel everything, every ridge in Cobra’s cock. He moaned as Cobra pegged his prostate over and over again. That ten inch schlong felt as if it was filling him to capacity. Mush like a vise, Jace’s ass clamped down on his cock. His own dick was aching to be touched. As if reading his mind, Cobra grabbed Jace’s dick and began stroking it to the rhythm that he was pumping. His hands were just
hard enough to provide the right amount of pleasure.

  “Harder!” Jace cried.

  Cobra didn’t know whether he was meaning his dick or his hand, so he increased the velocity of both. Jace tossed his head around much like a porno star as he moaned and grunted in sexual bliss. “You’re gonna make me come,” Jace cried out.

  “Hold on baby,” Cobra demanded in a deep lustful tone. Sliding his arm under Jace’s body, he lift the smaller man up, as he was now impaled on his cock. The two shared a game of sensual tongue play as Cobra climbed up on the bed and turned, till he was now laying on his back. “Ride me Jace.”

  Jace wiggled his butt on his dick to ensure he had all of him. Then, planting his hands on Cobra’s pecs, Jace began to buck on that cock. As he was not new to sex, he knew a few tricks in the art of pleasing a man. He worked his back and stomach in a way that an exotic dancer would do. Plump ass cheeks slapped Cobra’s thighs as Jace wind and grind on his cock. Jace’s hard member was bouncing up and down, hitting Cobra’s abdomen repeatedly.

  Rubbing his hand in the pool of precum that now coated his muscles, Cobra took hold of Jace’s dick and began pumping it with piston movements. Jace tossed his head back like a cowgirl riding a pony. He was taking all that dick and giving as good as he got. Cobra’s mind was blown. Never had he had a lover who responded like this. Most cried that his cock was too big and thick. Cobra took his length and girth with enthusiasm and blessed his dick hot, wet, tight anal fucking that was so porno worthy. Damn, his fucking toes were curling. As he bucked on that cock, Jace begin to feel the pull in his balls, the one that alerted him that his load was ready to erupt.

  “Oh god I’m coming,” he cried.

  “Come baby, come for me.” Cobra felt Jace’s cock grow fuller in his hands as he stroked him. “That’s it baby, give it to me,” Cobra encouraged.

  Tossing his head back, Jace grind his ass down hard on Cobra’s dick, till the skin of his ass and Cobra’s thighs, met. He practically howled as ropes of cum shot forth from his slit and painted Cobra’s stomach and chest. Taking hold of Jace’s hips, Cobra pumped wildly into his ass. The need for release was building such a momentum inside him, he feared he’d shoot off so fierce that Jace would be leaking him for a week. The impact of Cobra’s climax, stole Jace’s breath away momentarily. He collapsed on Cobra’s chest in a state of sated bliss.

  “Damn, cutie, that was amazing,” Cobra breathed as he gently caressed his back. Jace lift his head and kissed his left nipple, “You…are really a big man.”

  Cobra laughed as he wrapped his arms around Jace’s waist. “Come on cutie, let’s clean up.” Jace wrapped his arms around Cobra’s neck and smiled happily as he carried them to the bathroom, still attached.

  Well. Where’s this friend?” Prynce asked. They were standing at a light pole near the bridge, which spanned over a small body of water.

  “Calm down, he’ll be—. Speak of the devil,” Octorian said as Rock sauntered over to them. He was a short stocky guy, about 5’6,195 pounds. He sported a bald head and clean shaven face. His facial features were that of a young male. Kinda reminded one of the cartoon character Baby Face Finster.

  He put his hand out to Octorian. “Mr. Vanderhuff, I presume.”

  “Rock Mercer.”

  “The one and only.”

  Prynce looked back and forward from Octorian to this Rock character. Something about him was off.

  “This is the P.I. that I told you I hired,” Octorian informed Rock.

  Wow, he didn’t even tell the guy my name, Prynce thought. “I’d like to know why we’re meeting here,” Prynce voiced aloud.

  Both men turned hard eyes on him. It was enough to make one shrink away or at the very least, try to come from under immediate attention.

  Octorian turned back to Rock as if Prynce had never spoken. “I now know exactly where my beloved is. The problem, is going to be retrieving him. The bar seems to have frequent customers, so taking him from there is risky at best.”

  “As I have told you, I have many forms of elimination. I can be in the same room as he, do it and no one would be the wiser.”

  Prynce’s glaze shifted from one to the other. “Whoa, wait a minute. Elimination. Just what the hell are y’all talking about here?!”

  Octorian ignored him. “That wouldn’t work. I do…require a little reconnection time with him before you end him.”

  End him!

  “Now wait a minute. I was hired to locate only. I don’t do murder and I’ll have no part in this. As a matter of fact, I’m leaving right now. I don’t want to be an accessory to anything.”

  As he turned and walked away, Rock and Octorian shared a look. Lightning fast Rock ran up behind him, took hold of his head and snapped it around. A loud crack reverberated throughout the immediate area.

  “What do you want to do with him?”

  “We can’t leave him here.” Octorian looked around. Walking over to the bridge he smiled then turned to Rock, “Pick him up. We’ll dispose of him down there.”

  They made their way down a rocky embankment which led them to the water’s edge. There, Rock propped Prynce’s body up against the bridge wall. He didn’t toss him in the water because he knew that the body would wash up. This way, maybe the wildlife would take care of him before anyone could find him.

  “Now that that’s taken care of, let’s discuss the taking of my beloved.”

  As the water cascaded over their naked bodies, Cobra’s lips trailed kisses from his neck to his lips. Jace’s back was pressed against the titled wall of the shower as his legs were locked around Cobra’s waist. Impaled as he was, Jace’s sphincter tightened around Cobra’s cock. Cobra groaned, he felt so good. Bracing his feet on the river rock shower floor, Cobra began to move, to thrust. Their tongues entwined. Jace’s hands played in his hair at the nape of his neck as Cobra sucked the skin just above his collar bone. He’d surely have a mark there.

  “Jace,” he growled hoarsely as his thrusting increased. The steam from the water filled the bathroom.

  “Please Cobra, harder,” Jace begged.

  In this upward motion, Cobra’s cock pegged his G-spot sending delighted shivers of pleasure sparking through his body. As their loving became wilder and more vocal, Jace’s back arched off of the wall and he came shouting Cobra’s name. Cobra’s climax hit seconds after his, filling Jace’s hole to capacity with his seed.

  Moments later, they emerged from the bathroom, toweled dry. “Do you want something to drink or snack on?” Cobra asked.

  “Juice would be fine.”

  Jace was propped up on the pillows when Cobra returned. The comforter covered him from waist down. Upon handing him the glass, Cobra climbed under the covers. “Cutie, I think we should talk. I didn’t really give you much time to object before jumping on you, was that alright, what we did?”

  “Cobra did you hear me complaining. Of course it was alright. I’ve wanted you almost from the moment I saw you.”

  Cobra smiled, “You know I feel the same way.”

  After finishing their drinks, they snuggled into each other’s arms. “Jace I need to tell you, things may get a little hectic in the next few days. The case I am working on is about trafficked kids. Later on today, I’m going to meet a guy who we believe is the ring leader. If we’re right, I’ll go in undercover. This will bring me in direct contact with the entire operation.”

  “That-sounds dangerous.”

  Cobra turned Jace’s face up to his. “I’m not going to lie to you. It can be. However, I’ll have on the tracker jeans and Barney won’t be far behind.”

  “Wait, tracker jeans. What’s that?”

  Chuckling, Cobra climbed from the bed and crossed the room to the closet. He retrieved a pair of designer jeans. He held them up so that Jace could see.

  “They look like a pair of regular jeans.”

  “Exactly.” Now sitting back on the bed, Cobra showed him the button. “You see, the button is an advanced listening devic
e. The zipper is a state of the arts tracking device. We retired the old pen trick with the wire tapped to your chest. Too many people knew of its existence and too many operatives were killed.”

  At the mention of the word killed, a shiver went through Jace. “So when you meet this guy, are you going to have a weapon on you?”

  “Yeah. A regular 9mm, not my police issued one. Most criminals can tell the difference from a street gun and a police issued Glock.”

  “You said that these people are trafficking kids.”

  “Yes.”

  “What if while you’re there, they make a sale of one of the kids? Will you blow your cover to save them?”

  “No. That would be suicide. This is why the listening and tracking device are so important. Barney will be in the car parked not far from my location. He’ll feed the location of the child and the buyer to a computer that’s directly linked to the station. And should something happen to him, the listening device and locator are linked directly to my Chief’s computer. What Barney hears, so does the Chief. The bastards won’t leave the state of New York with the kid.”

  “It still sounds so chancy?”

  “Yeah but it has to be done.”

  “I know that you told me that your sister was taken, can you tell me more about it?”

  Cobra climbed back in the bed and pulled Jace into his arms. Sighing, he began his story. “As I said, I was ten years older than Ashley. Whereas I took after our father, she was the spitting image of our mother. Blue eyes and warm chestnut brown/blonde hair. She had one dimple in her right cheek. Like I said before, she believed me to be her hero. Ashley was gifted in music and therefore she attended PS 334, The Anderson School. She was snatched by someone who they believed, posed as a janitor. Her backpack was found in the parking lot. My parents were awashed with grief. I can remember combing the streets looking for her. I was attending college and I left. I had to be where I could do some good. I hung up flyers. Finally a dealer on the street put me down with some information about trafficked kids. I showed him my sister’s picture. He swore he’d seen her in a house in the Bronx. He gave me the location but by the time me, my parents and the police arrived, she’d been killed and the house vacated. They left her body as a warning to other families. Don’t come looking or we’ll kill them. After that both my parents fell into a depression. Mom had a heart attack and dad turned to the bottle. I think they secretly blamed me for going to the house. Dad died two years ago.”