Addicted In Cold Blood (31 page)

“You like this song?” He sat next to her and took her hand in his. As she swayed, the towel fell and puddled around her waist. She didn’t stop to cover; instead, she acted as if this were simply meant to be. He stayed the course, his eyes glued to hers, refusing to look down at her exposed breasts despite the stirrings in his nether region.

“Let me make love to you...” It came out, without his permission. Now, the definitive words were floating around in the air like a wayward balloon, but he no longer cared.

Rather than respond, she gently stroked his chin, ran her finger down his lips and kissed him... a soft, sweet peck that aroused his senses even further.

“May I ask you something?” she queried as she stared intensely at him.

“Yes...”

“Why does your right eye look different from your left?”

He knew she could see the tiny red light moving amongst the shiny black parts, rotating around the miniscule steel wheels, like a tiny world full of machinery...but you had to look
real
close to see it all, and she was so close now, their lips brushed against one another’s.

I want her so badly!

“One of my eyes, the one you are staring at, has a camera inside of it.”

“But...why?” she asked, stunned. “Why would you do something like that to yourself?”

“Part of my training...part of my job.”

“Xzion, are you in the military, on some special assignment from the government? You can get into the FBI secret system in five minutes. Is that what this is about?” He moved closer, forcing her to slide up the bed.

He nodded. “In a sense,” was his vague reply as he gently kissed the side of her neck.

“You have dog tags, too...” She ran her finger down them. “You said you are basically carrying orders from your boss. You walk like a Marine...” The side of her mouth curved seductively. “You observe like a cop, like me.”

“Well,” he reflected over her words, trying to give the best answer he knew how in the heat of the moment, “yes.” He left a trail of kisses from her chin, to her collar bone and erect nipples. “I’m part of a military, but not the United States military, and that is why my eye has a camera inside of it.”

Good. So the conversation has come full circle. Let’s get this over with so I can fucking taste you...

“What did you mean before, when you said you were born this way?” She kissed the side of his face, her soft lips rubbing along his day old stubble.

He swallowed. “I was born to be in the military. It runs in my family. That’s what I meant by that.”

“What type of military?”

“Jayme, I can’t get into it.” He sighed, his annoyance tested to the limit. “It’s classified. I’d risk the entire operation by telling you.”

A look of sadness came over her. “Will you ever tell me?”

“Well, that all depends on many things...”

He laid her down on the bed, covering her body with his own, wrapping her up tight, prepared to take her away. Her eyes searched his as she ran her fingertips along his ear.

“Like what?” She slicked her tongue over her upper lip, enticing him more.

“You ask too many damn questions...” He swooped down and licked her left nipple, making her sigh and grind beneath him, and he felt
all
of her, including her soft pubic hair rubbing against his groin.

“But I need to know, Xzion.”

“...And I’ll have to tell you one day, because I love you.”

He kissed her, cradling her close as he wrapped his arms tightly around her small waist. Her mouth parted on a whimper, welcoming him, then he moved away from her face and sucked her earlobe, traced his lips down the side of her neck. Like a rare lotus, her thighs opened to him, allowing better access as he assumed the position. He lightly bit her bottom lip before sinking his tongue deep inside of her mouth. Their bodies got into a groove as the smooth, melodic jazz continued to play. It didn’t match how he was feeling. He was ravenous, and wanted to consume her whole. Nothing this time would get in his way.

“Why don’t you take those off?” She looked up at him smiling as he paused from kissing her.

“What? The pants?” he wheezed, temporarily shifting back into the realm of the here and now.

“Yes.” She smiled wider, patting his butt with her hand, making a slapping noise.

He rose, untied them, grabbed the elastic waist band and removed them, without wasting time getting his place back between her warm legs, and once more possessing her mouth. He closed his eyes, loving the scent of her hair as he grinded against her—their naked bodies moving like mirror image waves. He felt the damp softness of her pubic hair brushing against his own as he burrowed his face in her neck and grinded against her hot flesh.

Lifting himself slightly, he stared down at her breasts. Her accelerated breathing caused them to move up and down, drawing his attention even more so. The temptation was too great to resist the perfect, fleshy mounds that made him salivate. He drifted between the hills, kissing the flesh there, then trailed his tongue slowly over her collar bone, moving further down, catching her hardened, dark nipple between his teeth. She trembled and sighed as he sucked on the corpulent dune harder, drawing it deeper into his mouth.

“I love you...and I accept your apology.”

He heard her say it all right, but he didn’t stop the sucking, or the caressing of her hips as he held her secure to his body, as if she were a part of him, loath to miss the touch and feel of one inch of her sublime form. Her body moved in rhythm with his, as if they’d known each other this way for years.

Yes, this is what I was waiting for...

Gently, she gyrated her feminine hips against his hard pubic bone. No sadness lingered, as it had the night he almost took her against that brick wall, and felt her sweet climax on his hand. He’d relived that scene in his mind a thousand times since that evening, and the ending, in his fantasies, was much like this.

He continued to journey downward, until his chin brushed against her sweet woman’s lips and the metal dog tags of his necklace fell beneath him on the sheets, between her silky legs. He inhaled deeply of her scent, closing his eyes in appreciation, and he shuddered, getting high off her womanly bouquet.

“So long I’ve waited to eat your beautiful pussy...”

He hooked his arms around her toned thighs, drawing her statuesque body slightly upward, closer to his thirsty mouth. Their eyes met. She looked weak...but not in the way he hated, in the way he
loved...

He slicked his tongue up and down her creamy creases, drawing a piercing moan, then picked up speed and pressure, moving his tongue in just the right way. She trembled in his strong grip, coming undone like ribbons on a perfectly wrapped birthday gift. He felt the softness of her ass brushing against his arms as he held her close, never letting go or slowing down.

“Mmmm! Uh!” She sprang against his mouth, her wetness moistening his lips, her fingers dragging up and down his scalp, pulling him closer. He took everything from her, depleted her, but gave her plenty in return.

He spurred on, running his tongue up and down, up and down, then slowly, like a corkscrew, twisted it in and out of her core, causing her to lose complete control.

“Uh! Ahhh! Xzion...Xzion!”

Grasping a fistful of sheet, she screamed, and he felt like a stud. He kept going, relentless, her body bucking under him and shaking. She was close. He wanted it. He
needed
it.

“Mmm, you taste so good, baby,” he mumbled between hearty gulps and delicate sips of her love.

He was so hungry for her and no matter how much of her pussy he drank, took into his mouth and ravished, it wasn’t enough. Fingertips digging into her ass cheeks, he dived in the slick petals until he felt her shuddering hysterically, flailing and screaming over the music. Her sweetness rolled across his tongue and float down his throat...so warm, like drops of hot honey in tea.

After she relaxed, he slowed down, gradually...like a roller coaster coming to a complete stop. Lifting himself back over her, he smiled down at her, cherishing the happiness on her face, and caressed her knee caps before kissing her sweetly along her cheek, sliding his tongue across her full lips and dotting one more on the tip of her nose. Looking into her eyes, he gauged her and felt satisfied with what he saw. Pressing his chest into the softness of her breasts, he opened her thighs farther apart, using his knee to spread them even wider, making plenty of working space for the endeavors he had in store. She draped her arms tighter around his shoulders, eyes locked with his and only whispers escaping her mouth.

...so in love...

He knew what he looked like—he knew what she saw, what left her without words, and there was no sense in trying to hide it. Scorching intensity, and his longing for her had broken through the fortress, running wild and free, determined to have her once and for all. He reached down between their bodies, grabbed his shaft and grunted loudly as he pushed slowly inside of her. He was taken aback by her screams as she wrapped her warm legs around his waist, drawing him further inside.

He kept his thrusts slow, enjoying the feel of her bare feet digging into the top of his ass and her teeth sinking into his shoulder blade as he plowed deep within her sweet chasm.

“Ahhh....” escaped from his lips, relief dripping off the uncontrolled utterance. He heard himself, but he couldn’t stop. “Uhhhh...Ahhhh!” His voice echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls, leaving him unashamed of his boisterous praises to her dancing body and wet vessel.

His body was dying, and a new one was being born over and over, with each lunge. She felt like balmy rain and he enjoyed the dick shower...so very cozy...she engulfed him, wrapping his shaft tightly with each forceful plunge. And warm. God, the heat was strong. Sex with Earth girls had been typically limited to strippers and ones that buzzed around him for their home grown selfish reasons. He’d initially scoffed at such advances, but as the months passed, turning into years, he had needs that needed to be met. He couldn’t tell much of a difference between his own people and Earth women...until
now
.

“Ahhh!” He increased his thrusts, going deeper, her pussy grabbing him and making him feel safe, protected…loved.

“Feels sooo good,” she moaned helplessly, looking up at him between shallow whimpers, her eyes hooded and rolling back.

“Mmmm, baby! You’re so tight and wet...I love you so damn much....” He continued to pump deeply within her, trying desperately to control himself. It felt too good to be true; he wanted to feel it all the time. While inside her, all he could think about was when they could do this again, and
this
was not yet over. Too late now—she had him right where she wanted him and he no longer gave a damn. He’d had her...he knew what she felt like, smelled like, tasted like...and there was no going back. He wouldn’t be able to let this go. Not now, not ever...

****

“Oh my God...” Jayme felt herself melt away. She’d never felt anything like this before. She prided herself on being selective about the men she dated and shared her bed with, but she’d had enough experiences to know a good lay from a bad one. This exceeded ‘good’. The man could move those hips in ways she found deliciously alarming. She guessed the rumors were true, Latino men were hot in between the sheets, but something strange was going on—something she didn’t understand.

The first time she saw him nude, when he was in pain, sliding against the wall, she didn’t pay much attention to his cock. After all, she had been wrestling with the idea of kneeing him in the groin and attempting to flee.

Though the thought was swift and disappeared into the air like vapors, it did in fact occur, leaving no inclination to survey the poor guy beyond the waist. Not that she could, even if she’d desired to. It was dark in that hallway and even darker in the room, despite the blue lights above. The night outside, against the brick wall, she’d glanced down, but the shadows and his jerky movements obscured the mysterious member, although she’d felt it against her all right, and the head was thick and bulbous. She recalled her pussy clenching and saturating just from the prospect. Her body had wanted him inside of her that night, but her mind fought her like a buffalo soldier. Tonight, all of that was over...they were in agreement, in sync.

Once he pushed inside of her, she was at a loss for words. His thickness opened her up, made her crave each and every inch he had to offer, and he offered a plentiful serving. As he continued to move deep within her, she noticed the coolness...

How can one feel hot and cold at the same time? His flesh was always significantly colder than her own, as if he’d just come inside from snow shoveling; only he’d been inside the entire day. She looked between their bodies, unable to see it...what was making him feel that way, what was making her feel so damn good. It was as if cold water ran through his veins. His skin was warm, but beneath the surface lay complete coolness, like a thin layer of frost, and it felt unbelievable. The coolness gave an oddly good sensation inside the wet warmth of her pussy. She was fire, and he was ice—they blended together, trying to not extinguish one another, but show off each other’s beauty, and celebrate. The chill of his metal dog tags bumped against her breast each time he thrust deep within her. It was now an obsession, a quest to be met—to see his dick in full view. Normally, she wouldn’t be so curious, but the way it made her feel...shit, she
had
to see this magic stick of his.