The Tale of the Blood Diamond

by Laveen, Tiana

  Damn, he is so sexy…

  She opened the door and headed out, but not before he tapped her on the behind. She made her way to her car, refrained from looking back at him, lest she be tempted to do what she’d just daydreamed about: play hooky. When she sat in the car, she chanced a look toward the house. Xzion was leaning against the doorframe, ankles crossed. His face captured a brief, fleeting smile as he waved in her direction.

  After placing on her seatbelt, she turned on the radio station and she grinned when an all too familiar song began to play: ‘Someone Like You’, by Van Morrison.

  “Oh my God, you gotta be kidding me.”

  The memories tumbled forward in her mind. The very first time they made love, this song was playing. It wasn’t planned, it simply happened, and the timing was right. That day, she’d told the story of her best friend, her brother Jayson, at a recovery house for addicts. Xzion had joined her there begrudgingly, but he was there all the same. He said he learned a lot about drug addiction, about her, about love that night. That act of kindness and empathy sealed their fate; it was proof that in each other’s arms was where they wanted to be forever.

  Yeah, Xzion, I’m in love, with someone like you…

  ****

  “Oh boy.”

  Xzion moved back and forth under the pod in the workshop portion of his lab. The damned thing was dripping fluid everywhere, but that was to be expected since he’d run it through such vigorous testing. He couldn’t take any chances. He hoped Jayme would have her chance, and if he kept plugging away at it, he was certain he could make this happen.

  Zachary sat about twenty feet away, surrounded by toys from Zarkstorm. To the untrained eye, they looked like clear geometric objects that presented little to no fun at all. However, for a Zarkstormian child, they offered a world of wonder. Some would move on their own, others asked for special codes after problems were solved and would cater to a child’s reward system by belting a tune or giving praise. Aton had spoiled the boy so, and the presents kept arriving.

  “I think…I think I might have this figured out soon, Zachary.” Xzion grunted, oil smudged on his face like a mechanic who had been working long hours.

  “Mommy come?” The boy smiled as he held up one of his toys like a prized trophy.

  “Yes, I want Mommy to come. Like I told you, uh…” he strained as he reached to another part of the pod, twisting a wrench back and forth. “…she can’t travel like you and I can. Mommy is made a bit different than we are. We have to make sure she is safe.”

  Xzion kept plugging away at it, his optimism higher than it had been in weeks.

  Yes…soon, he’d get his dream of taking Jayme and Zachary together, like a family, to the place he’d never dreamed of permanently leaving. It never even entered his mind that he would reside anywhere but on Zarkstorm, until he’d fallen helplessly addicted, and in love, with Officer Jayme Knight…

  ****

  Today was one of those days a police officer would always remember. Every now and again, Jayme would contemplate writing a book when she retired. The things she saw, crap she heard and the stories suspects told were astounding and at times, absolutely hilarious. While she went over a list with the crew about a new drug ring, there was a slight commotion in the main lobby. She and another officer rose from their seats in the meeting room and paused to see a woman standing there, butt naked holding a mangy German Shepherd in her arms with a red velvet collar coiled around its neck. To make matters worse, she stated she needed to file a police report because her husband had locked her out of the house, accusing her of having an affair with the damn dog. The first question that came to mind was, Why were you naked with the dog?

  …But no one broached the topic.

  Jayme made her way to the semi-desolate parking garage, chuckling again at the notion. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she tossed her bag and hat off to the side. She sighed and undid her hair, letting loose ringlets spiral freely around her shoulders. She had one last errand to make before she went home for the day: only to drop some papers off down at the courthouse.

  “Instead of starting this car, why don’t you rev my engine, instead?” came a deep, steely voice from the rear of the vehicle.

  Jayme jumped in her seat, seized her gun and swiveled to peer at the darkened rear. She didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or get out and beat her husband to a pulp. Both sounded rather reasonable.

  “You son of a bitch! You scared me half to death!” She snorted, her smile too big to retract now.

  Xzion returned the smile and lay back in the back seat, his arm propped behind his head and his shirt half unbuttoned as if he were simply relaxing on a beach.

  “How the hell did you get in here?! Oh…never mind.” She turned away from him and faced her window.

  Sometimes she forgot that he could get into anything, anywhere, at any time. Some parked police car was probably on his list of least challenging breaking and entering tasks.

  “Well, what? You came all this way for somethin’, right?” She smirked as she viewed him through the rearview mirror.

  “You know what I want…” He didn’t look at her, just kept his gaze on the roof of the car.

  But I’ve been taking good care of you. It couldn’t possibly be what I think it is…

  “Hmmm.” Jayme looked down at her lap, and smoothed her pants out nervously. “I’m on my way to the courthouse,” she said in a low voice, as if the information was classified.

  “What does that have to do with my dick?”

  She swallowed, trying to keep her face stern and serious. Leaning over to the passenger’s seat, she cradled the headrest and kept her attention straight ahead. She was in the mood to toy with the man since he tried to pull rank, in her vehicle, on her watch of all things.

  “Get your ass outta my car. I have things to do. When I get home, I may just let you have a little bit.” She grabbed her hair and begun to wrap it back up, feeling like a head mothafucka in charge at that very moment. She decided this act of defiance, of getting ‘redress’ in some way, would seal his fate. How short-lived her plan was…

  A gentle, then slightly harder tug came upon her scalp as the man grabbed a fist full of her tresses. She hadn’t heard or seen him rise, but he was definitely up and alert. His erect groin was now close to the side of her headrest, the damned thing was about to poke her in the eye. She kept her eyes on it for quite a while and didn’t dare look up into his eyes.

  “I want you to keep your hair down.”

  “I didn’t ask you what you wanted.” She bit her lip to keep a smile at bay as she looked away from his fat cock. As they worked through a long silence, she couldn’t resist looking up to find him staring down at her, his hand still loosely wound around her hair and a sneer on his light tan face. His thick, black brow rose as he slid his index finger across the bridge of his nose, as if he were pondering vital philosophies and needed a moment to share them.

  “Here is what’s going to happen. You’re going to lower this seat,” he tapped the side of her cushion, and you’re going to lie back. I’m going to get in front, here, with you,” he pointed, “… and then I’m going to fuck you. I will do it how I want it, and as long as I want. When I’m finished, I will re-dress you, get out of the car, and you can drive to the moon for all I care, as long as you are back home in time to fuck me again this evening and kiss your son goodnight.” He didn’t smile, kept his voice cool and controlled.

  Before she could respond to his ridiculous demands, he was unbuttoning his damned olive-green shirt and standing half naked, his chest muscles flexing, making the dark, swirly ink of his tattoos come alive.

  “You’ve lost your goddamned mind!”

  The back seat door rocked open so hard, it was as if he’d kicked it off the damn hinges. Then the tyrant forcefully swung open her door, making the seat squeak as it strained from his heavy weight upon her.

  “What are you doing?!” She pressed up on his body with her palms
as if she hated this cat and mouse game, as if she were trapped in a box and his damn pecs were the only exit.

  Shit, he smells so good…

  The intense look in his dark eyes made her soak her panties right then and there.

  “What do we have, here?!” He ripped at her shirt, pried it open like an elevator door that had wedged shut. Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he ran his fingers down her body until he gripped the top of her dark pants and treated them worse than her upper body apparel. Before long, she was left in her cream and black lace bra and panties, and he was completely nude, his cool, sexy thighs wedged between her own. Placing one hand atop her head, he looked into her eyes, his brows dipped as if he were distressed, then swooped down to pry her mouth open with his tongue. She gasped and let out a slight whimper.

  “Mmmmm!” he moaned as his tongue darted in and out, and all around her mouth. He cradled her close, grinding on her in hard circular motions. Breaking away, she looked for cameras in the damned place, suddenly aware that yes…this was happening…

  “I’ve already taken care of it.” He breathed heavily, forcing her face back towards his and redelivering his oral prowess while his hips bucked wildly between hers, working her up just how he wanted her served…hot and ready.

  Worst of all, this had been one of her fantasies, and it shamed her that she delighted so much in the dirty little secret coming to fruition. Before she could second guess herself and go through the emotions and performance of pretending to want the situation to cease, his fingers were inside of her.

  “Uhhhh!” She held his back tightly to her body as he dove his digits within her over and over, taking his sweet time until he’d finally addressed her tender clitoris, throbbing and ready. He slid his thumb over it tenderly, kissing up and down her neck. His warm breath bathed the side of her face. While she shivered all over in delight, he wasted no time in increasing his speed.

  “Xzion, I…” she couldn’t complete her own sentence for he slid his tongue across her neck then dove it inside of her mouth once again. His head hit the roof of the car when he lifted himself up and placed her hands around his erect cock.

  “Stroke it for me…” He bucked against her. The head pushed against her navel as he humped back and forth towards her.

  “Uhhh, yeah…just like that!” He closed his eyes and sank his teeth into his bottom lip. Jayme ran her hands all over his cock, staring down at it in amazement as if she hadn’t seen it hundreds of times already. She got some sort of kink factor scratched, some perversion, a deep itch within her that would at times look at her husband’s cock and think, This dick belongs to an alien…

  It was hard not to laugh at such a notion but right then, she found it extremely erotic. Perhaps because of all they’d gone through and all she’d learned in the process, but in her mind her man was the epitome of sexiness, and yes, his extra-terrestrial ethnicity had a hell of a lot to do with it. The large, heavy cock was covered in veins and hard as hell. A thing of beauty, of absolute perfection. She continued to glide her hands over it, warming it to her touch. It always remained cooler than the rest of his body, and when he’d put it inside of her, her heat and his iciness would create the perfect blend. As she lay caught in her own little daydream-filled world, he moaned and gripped the seat hard, bringing her into the moment once again.

  “Ahhhhh! Shit baby…I want you so bad!”

  He pried her thighs farther apart and nestled his face against the crook of her neck. Then, he took hold of his cock and pushed upward inside of her, causing them both to cry out.

  “Ahhhhh! Xzion, ohhhhh….”

  “Uhhhh! Uhhhh!” His thrusts were short, hard, fast and choppy. He pressed close to her body, fucking with no flair, not caring one bit. All she could see as she held him close around the neck was his heavily tattooed back and his slightly lighter ass lifting a short bit before plunging back inside of her over and over. He slid in from a slight angle, causing his hips to compress as he continued to enter her with merciless thrusts. He gripped her tightly around her waist, keeping her to him and before long, she felt the tingling in her lower stomach and groin as the man caused a climax that made her raise her leg high in the air. Her foot, clad in a black stocking, pressed violently against the damn steering wheel. Afraid she may sound the alarm, she tried to readjust herself, but it was too late. Her eyes fluttered as the feeling increased and intensified.

  “That feels good! So good! Don’t stop!” she screamed, grabbing a fistful of his hair. She fell into a state of clumsy euphoria.

  “Uhhh! Uhhh! Ahhhhh!” He kept slamming into her, never growing tired, slowing or letting up. “This is what you wanted!” he yelled out. “This is what I needed! Uhhh!”

  He kept right on, his muscular arms cradling her as he fucked her with his all of his strength.

  “Ohhh God!” Streams of moisture released from her body and she could do nothing to stop the pussy rainstorm. He had the audacity to push his hand between them and slide his fingertips against her engorged zone. Then, slowly, torturously, he grasped his cock, pulled all the way out, reared back and forced it back inside of her, over and over again. He slammed into her, making her cum repeatedly and scream until her throat grew hoarse.

  “Uhhh! Uh!” He didn’t stop, though she was loose as a rag doll now, barely able to keep herself afloat. In all the mayhem, he gently cupped her face and made her look up at him.

  “I love you…” he mouthed. His expression was peaceful, placid, not at all matching the way his commanding body was going to town on hers. He made love to her as if they were in a wrestling ring, but his lips and eyes communicated how he saw her as a gentle flower he didn’t dare damage.

  “I love you too…”

  Burying his head onto her chest, he gripped her ass cheeks, making her body mold and become flush with his rock hard form. Running to his own climax as if time were suddenly of the essence, he lunged deeply within her, then paused, making her lose her damned breath.

  “Xzion!” She came alert all right when again he thrust every inch deep inside of her, and didn’t move — he just stayed there, making her feel it. The intensity skyrocketed to an uncharted level.

  He slowly pulled half way out and repeated the action, causing the same reaction, only this time, he groaned so loud and deep, it was as if he had left her to go to some primitive place only he had admittance to. She couldn’t see his face, but his body…his body twitched. He was losing control.

  “Uhhhhh!”

  And then she felt his release…the cool pleasure shooting inside of her. He shuddered as she embraced him tighter; then he sighed, and went quiet. He gathered her against him, as close as could be.

  She could feel it in his touch. The man didn’t want to let go… He knew she had to leave, but he needed her so desperately. She didn’t know how he found out about her little fantasy, but he had, and he’d used it at as a catalyst to bring them that much closer. She ran her hands across his shoulder blades, showering him with the sweetest of affections. Casually checking the time, she lay back against the seat to savor the sensual bliss. She probably wouldn’t make it to the courthouse on time, and she was fine with that. She’d get up early the next morning and take care of it. Right now, her man needed her…so there was nowhere else that she should be…

  ****

  One week later…

  “And this is what you do when I take a vacation day?” Jayme pushed her finger into her pink and white Reebok sneaker, fixing the bunching of her sock. Xzion shot her a brief glance. He gripped the video game controller a bit tighter as he played Halo 3.

  “I…can’t help it. You should’ve never pointed these out in the toy store. This is awesome!” He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as he killed another ‘bad guy.’

  “Why in the world would you want to play video games about aliens?! You don’t get enough by doing the real thing all day, every day?!”

  “The same reason basketball and football players play game video games! I d
unno.” He shrugged, semi-irritated she was yet again distracting him. “It’s fun…but Zachary is trying to beat me.”

  The little boy’s eyes were so zoned in and fixated on the damned thing, he barely blinked.

  “I don’t approve of him of playing that. It’s entirely too violent.” Jayme got to her feet and sighed, no doubt knowing that even if Xzion agreed, they’d just start up again after she left.

  “You do realize that while on Zarkstorm he saw his fair share of the things you’d consider nothing short of disturbing, right?”

  “Oh!” She put her hand on her hip. “So now you tell me this after you and Aton lied to my face and said things were quiet and peaceful.”

  “We didn’t lie…” He kept his eyes on the television screen. “Ahhh! I almost got my face bitten off!” He laughed maniacally. “We simply stretched the truth.”

  “Same difference!”

  “You’re his mother, you are doing what human mothers do but thankfully for him, he’s got meeee!” Xzion cackled, quite pleased with himself. “Ohhhhhh! Zach, my man! You almost got iced!”

  “Daaaadeeeee!” The boy squealed as he pushed up close against his father, determination and hope in his big, shiny eyes.

  “Look.” Jayme pointed at them as if they were bums squatting in her home without her permission. “When I get back from the store and gas station, I expect the two of you to be away from this game and ready to play Candy Land and eat some popcorn.”

  Xzion rolled his eyes and smirked. “Yes dear,” he teased.

  Jayme grinned, stuck her tongue out at him and left the house.

  After a few minutes, Xzion sighed and put the game on pause, causing more sighs and protests from Zachary.

  “I know, I know, but Mommy is right.” He turned the television off. “We need to take advantage of her day off, spend it as a family.” He looked at the time on the DVD player. “Mommy probably won’t be back for a while. Let’s go outside and play some ball. Sound good?” He ran his hand over his son’s head, eliciting a big smile and a nod.