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"But I was already thinking about this then." Beau lifted his legs.
Parson's gaze met his, holding there as he slowly pushed inside. He didn't stop until he settled deep, then bent again for another kiss. "This is going to be fast, I want you too much to last long. Next time I'll try to do better, but with you, I'm not sure I'll ever be in control again."
"We'll just have to keep trying." Beau tightened his ass around Parson's cock. "Now fuck me."
"Yes, Sir." Parson started to move, his hand taking hold of Beau's legs, using them to help keep him steady as his hips moved back and forth, slowly at first, but picking up speed as Beau's body adjusted to him.
Soon skin was slapping against skin, and Beau again had one fist in his mouth to keep silent, the other hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking it quickly, pulling and teasing as Parson took him.
Sweat dripped down his temple, and his breathing hitched. Being with Parson was unlike any sex he'd had before. Parson's body fit him, hitting all the right places, replacing the usual discomfort with pleasure. His cock swelled as he used the precum to lube his palm, working himself harder as his orgasm started to build.
The bed rocked beneath them, the blankets bunching underneath their bodies. Nothing mattered but them, together, finding pleasure and taking what they needed from each other. Beau closed his eyes as his balls tingled, then his spine, his cock pulsed in his fist, and he fought to hold back, wanting to last, but unable to. With a muffled cry against his fist, his orgasm burst forward, cum shooting hard from his cock, coating Parson's chest as he continued to fuck him.
"Sexiest fucking thing ever." Parson grunted as he kept his rhythm going, his grip tightening on Beau's legs.
Beau was lost in his post-release pleasure, unable to do more than stare up at Parson, watching as his brow creased, his temple pulsed, then his cock seemed to thicken a second before Parson buried himself deep and held.
Beau smiled, watching Parson come. His neck muscles tightened, his jaw clenched, and his head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. It was beautiful, a sight Beau was sure he'd never tire of seeing.
"I think we can say we're compatible in bed." Parson gently pulled out, moving to remove the condom, and throw it away before falling back in bed beside Beau.
Beau rolled to him, resting his head on Parson's chest. "I knew we would be. But I think I need to buy a bigger house."
"Why?"
"So the kids have their own wing, several thousand feet from my bedroom." Beau smiled.
Parson laughed. "You were quiet. I would have stopped you from making noise."
"Like either of us were of the right mind to notice."
"I like making you lose your mind."
"You do all the time, even when you're not with me." Beau sighed contently. "A little nap, then we can shower, okay?" There was no way he was going to be able to move from the spot right away.
"I have nowhere else I'd rather be." Parson kissed him on the cheek before reaching for the lamp and turning off the light.
As he started to fade to sleep, Beau hoped he could get Parson to feel that way forever.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Beau handed the photo over to Trenton. "This is one of the men who is always at the parties all the foster kids are abused at. Lisa looked through the photos of employees and he was the only one she recognized. She says he never touched any of the kids, but he was always there, and always beside the video cameras." The photo had the guy's name and job title underneath it.
"She's sure?" Trenton asked.
"Positive. She said he would tell them what to do, and if they refused, he'd take them in a back room and punish them. She said she was never sent to the back room, but when people went back there, they never came back out that day, but would be there next time. I didn't ask Jeff. He's just so young…" Beau sighed, wishing he could erase everything from their memories.
"I'll get right on this. We'll find out all we can about him." Trenton gave Beau's shoulder a pat. "We'll find these guys, I promise."
"Thanks, Jeff is really worried about a kid named Eric. About ten years old, blonde hair, blue eyes. Lisa says he's really thin. His picture wasn't in the foster children's file that they looked through, so maybe he's not in the foster system. If you find anything out about a kid that matches that description, can you let me know?" Beau wasn't sure what he'd do if they found Eric, but he would at least let Jeff know if he was safe.
"Sure thing. We've found two more foster families who have child pornography of the kids they've taken in, but as it's more the voyeuristic kind, cameras in the shower and such, we've handed it to Noam to give to the police. We'll keep an eye on them, but as of right now, they don't fall under anything the team needs to handle. We also have found a few more videos of kids that sound a lot like the parties that Lisa described, but we don't recognize any of the kids in them. We've narrowed the source, and Carter should have a file ready by tomorrow. We'll let Bryon decide if and when we go in on that one."
Beau nodded. "Thanks for how hard you guys have worked on this."
"It's what we do." Trenton smiled as he headed back down the hallway.
Turning and heading into the kitchen, Beau sat down, surprised at how quiet the STK house was. It was rare that Bryon wasn't around, going through paperwork, evidence, and plans. There was always someone at the house, but with Trenton, Matt, and Carter in the back room, the place was silent.
