Addicted In Cold Blood (34 page)

“Yes, let’s get in line.” She pulled him closer, landing a kiss on his cheek, making his dark eyes grow as he looked down at her in surprise. After they purchased tickets, they stood in the Ferris wheel line. He was very quiet, gripping her hand and occasionally smiling at her. Again, she fought the urge to hurl questions at him, but she so desperately wanted to know. It wasn’t to manipulate or hurt him, but because she was in love with him...

What is going on with you, Xzion? I wish I knew...

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***

This is a rather crude design, but it still looks fun.

Xzion waited for Jayme to get into the bright yellow seat with red swirls on each side, then followed her in, sitting close, their knees bumping together. A man came around, pulling on the railing to ensure they were safe inside. Without thought, he moved his arm around her, pulling her closer. He loved rides, especially the ones back at home, and boy did he miss the comforts of home, but time with Jayme was even better.

“This is called a Ferris wheel?” he questioned.

Her expression turned from surprised to a lopsided smile.

“You’re kidding, right? Do you mean to tell me that you’ve never been on a Ferris wheel before?”

Xzion shook his head. “No, I haven’t been on one. This is the first.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat, as long as you aren’t prone to motion sickness.”

He laughed inside at the notion. If she only knew what a
true
flying saucer felt like and how painful warp speed really was in a pod, she’d realize that motion sickness was not something he’d ever suffer from. The ride began to slowly move, then steadily pick up speed. They went high into the air, and he didn’t miss her airy giggles as she braced herself for each turn, her hands on the steely cool bar and her smile shining almost as bright as her eyes. He stared at her, loving every single expression she administered. She’d occasionally stare back at him, the grin on her face growing impressively wider. As the ride continued, each spin seemed to bring him closer to her—pull at something deep within him.

The shame he felt not too long ago regarding his harshness and the discovery of her brother’s situation, yet another derivative of the new emotions he’d discovered, was always tempered by her laughter. Sweet, tinkling laughter—music to his ears.

Shame. What a complicated and debilitating emotion. There was another source of disgrace as well as he reflected on his ducking and dodging from Aton. All of this came from his new found realizations. It took him a minute, but he knew now without a shadow of a doubt, he had fallen helplessly in love with her and he couldn’t let her go, no matter what Aton or anyone else said. He was in deep, and he’d tear whomever from limb to limb if they tried to disturb his peace.

People lied, stole and cheated for the remedy to being lovesick... He hated the old homeless woman, because she represented what he now felt, what he was enduring. He called that old bag of bones weak, because
he
was now weak and when he ran after her with the ugly words, he was really attacking his own self. He was falling for the cop, and he knew it—yet he couldn’t stop it. Nor, did he do much to stand in his own way. He’d made no attempts to stop the runaway situation that barreled down the road, because he wanted to crash and burn! The realization was within him.  If he wanted to change his mind now, he couldn’t. He didn’t know how to stop it and worse yet, he didn’t
want
to stop it. He simply accepted it, and he wished for it to manifest and stay within him, like the virus that it was.

The white and yellow lights made her silken skin shimmer as her hair blew lightly in the cool wind. He leaned down, cupped her chin and tilted it upward, their eyes locking before he planted a kiss on her that turned into an avalanche of oral passion. He entered her warm mouth and gave it all he had, all the passion that welled inside him. Her hand on his thigh, she kissed him back just as hungrily, urging him on as he fell deep into this new world he’d found. They continued to go round and around, until the man manning the ride tapped his shoulder, causing Xzion to jerk out of the moment, dazed and confused. The ride had stopped. He smiled, took her hand, and got off, stumbling a bit. As they leisurely walked to nowhere in particular, he held her hand tight, keeping her close to his side, possessively taking ownership of her. He was out of control and he knew it. An unsettling thought crossed his mind. He turned to her.

“I don’t know if you’re fucking with my mind but...”

She shut him up, placing her lips on his, making his dick jump and salute. Pulling her to him, his hand at her lower back, he felt her warmth touch his natural coldness—and together they created a temperature he found to be oh, so sexy...

After ending the kiss, long moments later, they continued their trek around the uneven, lumpy grass covered grounds. Xzion couldn’t help but notice the empty tent farther in the back, next to two wheeled barrels filled with various ride parts. He zoomed in with his lens, noting the undisturbed grounds.

No one has been back here in hours...

He took her hand, and led her there, as fast as his feet would take him.

“Xzion!” she laughed, stumbling at his side. He raced over the uneven soil, the mud smashed beneath his heavy gait. Without a second to lose, he ushered her inside the dark confines and zipped up the tent behind him. They fell on each other in the darkness, their breathing heavy and in sync. Gripping the back of her neck, he traced her neck with his bottom lip, then delivered a tender kiss to her parted lips. He was surprised at her calmness; he saw her in the infrared light from his eye. Her eyes looked fluorescent, and the scene in black and white unfolded like a hidden camera show.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.

He leaned back on his knees, removing his jacket and shirt as he watched her undo her own. Her fingers trailed nimbly over the buttons, until her lacey black bra was exposed, her breasts heaving out of it. Moments later, their naked bodies glided against one another in the gloomy darkness as a faint ’80s favorite played in the background, “We Built This City On Rock and Roll.”

She sank her teeth into his shoulder blade as he kissed her neck, their bodies intertwined and the sweet chill swirling through the tent, making the pores on her body rise. He ran his fingers over her arms, warming her ever so gently.

“Mmmmm....” she moaned as he kissed her nipples, sucking them lightly then hard. Soon, he was on his back, ushering her over his thick, eager erection. Her back facing him, he watched her slide down, taking him in, causing him to moan and his breathing to stop short as he held steadfast to her waist.

“Oh fuck, Jayme...” She began to move, her ass clapping against his thighs at each turn, grinding, swaying. As she clutched his knee caps, she cried out her pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her down, her back pressed into his chest as she looked upward at the pointed polyester enclosure.

“Oh shit! Xzion!” she squealed as he pushed deeply upward inside of her, forcing her to take every delicious inch of his cock inside of her sweet confines.

“Uhhhh!” he grunted deeply, so much so, it rattled his throat—his chest felt congested, he was falling into the sickness, and loving every moment of it. “Uhhh!” he grunted again, with each thrust as he increased his pace.

“Ahhh, baby, God!” Xzion held her tighter, his hands cupping her breasts as he pounded upward inside of her. The smacking of his groin against her ass filled the room, his dick soon slick with her pussy honey.

“Ouuuuu!” she moaned loudly, her body shivering as she coated his shaft with all that she had.

“I love the way you sound when you cum, baby...” he kept on, encouraging her to let go, let loose, let him have her...
all
of her. He went faster now, his own orgasm urging him on, his cock never having it so good.

“You like how my dick makes you feel?!” he yelled, as his ass rose off the ground over and over.

“Yes!”

“I love how your pussy feels, baby...I love this pussy so damned much!”  And that was it...he exploded inside of her, yelling as he clasped his hands together under her breasts.

“Ahhhh! Fuck! Ahhhh....Ahhh!”  Her hair teased the side of his face as he bucked and she lost herself in their moment. After a few moments, he moved her hair aside and kissed the side of her face. She turned over and gingerly kissed his eyelids. After a few moments of quiet, they erupted in laughter.

“I wish I could tell you no,” she said earnestly. “You make my body go crazy.” She laughed.

“That was so good, baby. I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”

At last, they got dressed and exited the tent, Xzion in a world of hurt. He knew this, because he’d just made love to her, and all he could think about was getting her home to do it all over again...

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Jayme pointed to the nearby cotton candy bags swaying in the wind. “Let’s get some! I haven’t had any cotton candy in years.”

“Okay.” He smiled as they made their way toward the concession stand. The pink and light blue masses swirled around and around onto the coned white sticks. He was amazed that the sugary treat created such anticipation for her, and the people standing nearby with their wallets out, salivating over the sugary delight. He reached into his pocket and removed a small wad of cash, peeling off the exact amount, then handing her the sweet indulgence. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her peel the fluffy pieces away, popping them into her mouth, savoring the morsels. Some of the sticky, sweet stuff stuck to her fingers. She sucked her digits, turning her hands into a gummy pink mess. Without even thinking, he grabbed her hand, placing each finger into his mouth while looking at her suggestively, and licked until her fingers were gleaming and squeaky clean.

“It tastes good.” He laughed lightly. She smiled and removed another soft strip, slowly placing it into his mouth. He worked it around, enjoying the way it melted against his tongue.

“Tastes good, but not as good as your hand.” His eyes hooded as he stared at her, scanning her up and down, falling into the trance of her seductive beauty.

“Now, you’ve had to have had cotton candy before, right?” Her brow rose as she shifted her weight, her hand on her hip.

He hesitated. “No. I knew what it was though.” A look of confusion spread across her face, but thankfully, she kept her concerns and questions at bay. After a while, they made it back to the car with three stuffed animals and a half empty diet coke in tow. Not once did she try to scream, run for help, or trick him. The ride home was full of tension, but not the bad kind. This was of a
different
kind, the kind that caused his groin to throb, his cock to thicken against his thigh then extend upward, fueled by debauched daydreams of her naked brown frame beneath his bare body. He sighed in frustration.

Jesus Christ, man, you just had sex with her! Does that not count for anything?

He thought he’d be okay outside of their home, that the urgency wouldn’t be as bad as when they were indoors. He was wrong. His erection strained against his pants, causing him ample discomfort. He wanted her so bad, he could taste it and he knew first hand that she tasted like the cotton candy, only better.

I can’t wait to get her ass back home. I need her so badly.

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“Hey! Before we go back home…” Jayme caught herself—did she actually say
home
? As if she too paid the mortgage and was living there happily with the guy. She was now convinced she had Stockholm syndrome, in the worst way, but none of that text book stuff mattered. She was happy. “There is this…place a little further up this way that has a great view of the stars at night. It’s a park. Do you mind if we swing by?”

She was trying her hardest to find out more about what this man liked and didn’t like. No matter what happened, the more she knew about him, the better.

“You enjoy star gazing?” He smiled at her and readjusted himself in his seat. It was the fifth time since they’d been back in the car and he seemed to be having a hell of a time. She smiled to herself at the joke he made just the other day after they’d made love on the kitchen floor.

“Since we started this sex-a-thon, I sometimes wish I had a detachable cock! He is driving me crazy! I can’t leave you alone!” He slapped her ass playfully and they went on, business as usual behind their mutual cloud of laughter at the thought. Moments later, he came up behind her, wrapping his arms protectively around her waist. She looked over her shoulder at him, and his expression was frighteningly serious, so much different from just moments before. She’d stopped breathing as she listened to the intonation of his smooth voice.

“I’ve never loved anyone before. You’re my first, Jayme... and my last.”

It sent shivers up and down her body—that and his touch for he held on to her, tight, and her ear was still warm from his breath...

Jayme snapped out of the daydream and focused on the matter at hand. Her eyebrow rose as she peeked down at his bulging crotch.

Oh my Lord...that thing is about to burst through the seams. It looks even bigger than usual, as if that is possible...