Addicted In Cold Blood (35 page)

“Uh, yeah, I’d like to check it out.” She coughed and turned away, trying to hide the smile on her face. Then she looked out the window and noticed their reflection. Her smile faded when she noticed the smirk on his face.

“No worries, I won’t sic him on you.” Xzion laughed as he drove further, following her directions until they were at the top of the hill. The stars shined so bright that night in the black velvet sky.

“Home,” he sighed, glancing at her then looking back into the atmosphere. “This is a nice vantage point.” He nodded in approval as he thumbed the steering wheel and seemed to drift into a daydream.

“Home? Did you use to live here?” And then she saw it—the look on his face as his placid expression turned melancholy, his bottom lip twitching ever so subtly. On the outside, he was holding it together; on the inside, he was a runaway train blazing on fire, barreling down the rail that was running out of track.

I’ve made such progress. I can’t let this happen.

He bit his bottom lip. “No, I never lived here.”

And he offered no further explanation. It just hung in the air, uncomfortable and strange, yet tangible. It stayed there, like a piece to a puzzle but there was no photo to use to put the damned thing together. He swallowed and took her hand.

“I’m saying, the clear night sky reminds me of
Colombia.”

Jayme sighed and nodded, she leaned back further onto the seat as their fingers danced against one another. She looked back up, and became mesmerized at the natural light show.

He pointed upward.

“Do you know the names of the constellations?”

She shook her head. “No, except the big dipper. Everyone has heard of that one.”

“Well.” He grinned. “Baby, the big dipper actually isn’t a constellation.”

“What is it?” She crossed her arms, and looked at him closely.

“The Big Dipper is part of the constellation, you know, the one nicknamed The Great Bear. It’s actual name is Ursa Major. It's what is called an asterism.”

“What’s an asterism?”

“It’s just a star pattern...a lot of people recognize them when they see ’em, but they aren’t, like, ‘official’.” He put his hands in quotes. “It’s still beautiful, and easy to spot on nights like tonight.” He leaned in closer to her. The leather crunched beneath his movement as he brushed against her shoulder, pointing up at the sky. She kept her gaze straight ahead, but sensed his eyes on her as he continued to speak. “See, there it is, right there.”

She smiled, still looking onward. “How do you know? You’re not even looking at it.”

“I always know where it is.” He cupped her chin. “I know where the prettiest stars are, and the brightest...and I’ve got one sitting right next to me.” He bent down to kiss her, starting the inferno all over again. Whenever he drew near, saying the romantic notions he reserved only for her, she’d melt into him, blending with him, as if they were one and the same.

She turned her head and opened up to him, allowing the mutual tongue embrace to commence. Stroking the sides of her body, he lulled her into a deep state of love laced hypnotism. Unable to resist the urge, she ran her hand over his jeans, inching her way to his groin.

Damn!
“Mmmm,” he moaned as she stroked his cock under the stiff, rigid material.

Goddamn it!

Before long, she’ unzipped him, unleashing the damned thing, making it spring into action. Xzion’s eyes hooded; he drifted some place far away as she enveloped the head in her mouth.

“Mmmm...Ahhhh....” he groaned, caressing the back of her head and grinding against her roving lips.

Tasting his big dipper...

She kept her grip on his shaft, drawing him upward into her mouth, making him shake beneath her. She looked up at his face and without a shadow of a doubt, he was in pure ecstasy.

“Ohhh, baby...I’m gonna cum, baby!” His thrusting grew more vigorous. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as lust blew out of proportion. She braced herself and soon felt the coolness shoot into her mouth and roll down her throat like melted ice cream. After a while, he gained his composure. She sat back in her seat, reveling in the experience. Neither said a word. They just held each other’s hand, enjoying one another.

After a while, he reached over and turned the radio on, breaking up the silence.

“I hope I don’t have to pull over on the side of the road before we get home. I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he said seriously, as if upset. He took a deep breath as the music played, the base thumping. Jayme laughed, snapping her fingers and clapping.

“This is Run DMC!” She swayed, beginning to rap the lyrics. “Walk… this… waaaay! Talk… this… waaaay!”

Finally, he grinned, that showstopping grin, started the car and turned back toward the road to draw closer to his tiny slice of frozen heaven on Earth...

****

One week later...

It had been a long evening. For several days, he dared himself to not touch her, just to see if he could resist. He pushed his self-challenge out of his mind and briefly looked at his reflection. Xzion stared at himself in his bathroom mirror a lot lately. This time, he didn’t detest his image; instead, he studied it. He began to believe that this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. He became suspicious of her, everything she did and said, he reviewed in his mind, over and over again. He hated the paranoia, but he refused to be played for a fool. After brushing his teeth, flossing and gargling the minty, green mouthwash, he flicked the light off and headed toward the bed, rubbing his hands together as he prepared to get some shut-eye. He’d finally cooled himself down—the sexual tension dissipated—but feeling as if one had been hoodwinked and played by the object of his desires had a funny way of causing his love muscle to sign off for the evening.

It made his challenge all the more successful...to see if he could resist her, if he could ‘get off of her’ cold turkey. Actually, he did trust her, but the paranoia was eating him alive. He wrestled with it on a daily basis. He’d spoke to Aton, trying to sound chipper and alert. The man had questions: Where the hell had he been? Why weren’t the next scheduled kills done?

He couldn’t tell him the truth...

I have a woman here, and I’ve been fucking her brains out and I can’t stop.Oh, and I love her. Have a nice day...

He looked at her, all tucked away in the bed. Jayme’s toasty brown shoulders peeked from below the crisp, white sheets. He stopped in his tracks, assessing the situation from a short distance. She said she was tired and going to sleep. He didn’t believe her, especially as he took a gander at her. It was going on four nights since he felt her heat, though that didn’t stop her from making the moves on him, almost as if she knew he was testing himself. He just needed to see if he could stop, if he could get ‘off’ of the high she gave him. He was falling fast...

Tired? I’m not....

The lack of light irritated him. Typically, he enjoyed being shrouded in darkness, but now it was causing him slight anxiety. He couldn’t flash his right eye at her, make it zoom out like a telescope unless he wanted her to run around the room screaming for dear life. He’d opened his world a bit for her, but that was going entirely too far. Yeah, he’d told her it was a camera, but he didn’t tell her the other things it could do—he’d be pressing his luck, so instead, he just stared... He snapped his neck to the side, peering at her in the semi-darkness, his eyes turning into slits, his mind darkening with perverted realizations. He zoomed in closer, his eye focusing and refocusing on the situation at hand. He traced his bottom lip with his tongue and sank his teeth into it...

She’s completely naked under there. Tired?Yeah, right.

He smirked and stroked his cock, making it rise from beneath the thin fabric of his nightwear. Without a moment’s hesitation, he proceeded to grip the cover and snap the sheets back, exposing his prized possession. Her eyes flew open, and she immediately covered her bare breasts in a false show of modesty. False, because the naughty grin on her face didn’t escape him. Sliding next to her, he gently pried her hands away from the soft, rounded mounds until he could feel her exposed, rigid nipples under his fingertips. She groaned as he worked them and burrowed his head between her breasts. He was in dire need—he didn’t want her to say no, or change her mind, so he seized the opportunity. She’d given him an invitation after all.

“Uhhh,” he gasped, coming up for air, his sexual excitement growing stronger with every second. He wrapped their bodies in the sheets, cocooning them together, then kissed her again, deeply. Her response was tangible, earthy and real when she wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing his girthy and long cock to bump aggressively against the lips of her lotus.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered.

“You’re a fucking tease. I’ve come to collect.”

He lavished the cool kisses against her warm body, his skin sticky with her sweat, lotions and perfumes, blending into all that was humanly feminine and beautiful. Squeezing his eyes closed in delight, he pushed his hand down to her love, opening her up before searching her gaze. He wanted to look into her eyes as he gently thumbed her clit. He wanted to see her pleasure, to relish her excitement—to watch her body arch, hear her panting and utterings and feel her bud grow under his flesh. Reaching into his nightstand drawer, he retrieved a chip of ice. He secured it between his teeth and dipped down, his hands roaming her skin while he traced every inch of her flesh with the ice, making her quiver in sweet anticipation. When he reached her navel, he dipped in and out of it, circling it, causing the ice to slowly melt and leave a cool, watery trail. Her moans were his music as he pushed her thighs apart, swallowed the last slither and pushed half way inside of her. His cock immediately felt the heat, smoke signals...

Her pussy was on fire...

“Mmmm!” She closed her eyes, her body highstrung, slick with sweat. Then he thrust deeper within her, gripping her hips, making her receive each strong thrust he had to give. He’d fallen into a rhythm.

Thrust...

Pipe lit...

Thrust...

Lips touch the glass...

Thrust again...

Inhale...

Thrust faster and deeper...

High as a motha fuckin’ kite...

Goddamn it!

He seethed, both hating and loving her now. For the first time in his life, he’d failed. He tried to leave her alone, to see how far he could go, and it was over before it began. Four days...that’s all, four days of sobriety and he’d hated every goddamned minute. He was happy as he glided inside of her, feeling free, alive...emotional. He could almost feel the blood running through his veins as he clutched the sheets beside her, his ass clenching as he drew nearer to his much anticipated orgasm. Finally she shuddered and threw her head to the side and fell apart in the way that he so loved.

“You feel so good...” He winked at her, making her smile as she bucked against his pounding pelvis. He removed another ice chip from the blue, glowing drawer as she continued to gyrate her hips into his forceful, deep thrusts. Gripping it, he slowly traced her nipples, making them perk and harden at the cold sensation.

“Ahhh....” she cooed, forcing him to drive faster within her. Cupping her ass, he brought her closer into his pelvis so she had no room to twist. All she could do was shout as he placed the ice partially into his mouth and slid it leisurely into hers. The heat from her body turned it into a puddle within seconds as he chased after it with the tip of his tongue, dipping and diving while his ass clenched tighter and tighter with each forceful lunge.

“Ahhh! Ahhh, baby!” He pressed his forehead onto her breasts, going crazy inside of her.  Then, he suddenly slowed, causing her to peer at him in confusion while she gasped for air. Before she had a moment to question, her had her face down, ass up and assumed the position. She squelched a gurgled moan, strangling the sheets as her body slid and jeered from each prod.

“Ahhh! Fuck! Ahhh!”  All he could see was red...

The entire room felt like it was spinning as his brain pounded in the confines of his skull. His temperature skyrocketed, and an alert warning flashed inside his eye—
‘dangerous temperature range’
. He didn’t care...

Xzion continued to rock her body, making the bed shift as her moans morphed to earsplitting screams that made his entire core burn with excitement. He was transfixed as he stopped, started, stuck and drove, twisting his waist with each bottomless dip...and he shuddered, shook so violently, losing himself in the wet whirlwind  as he poured himself deep inside of her...

“Ahhhh, baby,” he moaned.

Moments later, she lay in his arms, her head on his chest, her face moist, a smile across her peaceful face and her muscles relaxed in his grip. He stared over her shoulder, holding her ass close to his groin as he continued to survey the woman that he’d risked everything for. He debated calling Aton, after he was certain she was fast asleep, but he didn’t want to leave his position, to disturb her much needed rest.

He knew he had things to do, important business to carry out, and he promised himself, he’d take care of it in the morning. But for now, right now, he just wanted to be alone with her, to feel her balmy softness against him, warming his arctic flesh and heating his icy heart like a firestorm...