Cold Blooded Lover

by Eliza Lentzski

  “No, I’ve got it. Just feeling a little silly,” I admitted.

  “I’ll be the judge of that,” came her enticing reply.

  I gave my reflection one last, appraising look. “You’ve got this, Marine,” I told myself.

  I turned off the light in the bathroom and shuffled out to the bedroom, unnervingly aware of how the fake penis bobbed with each step.

  Julia was perched at the head of the bed. Her caramel eyes swept over my naked form, stopping on the silicone appendage that stuck out from my pelvic bone. “You don’t look silly at all,” she approved.

  I tugged on my ponytail and stood at the foot of the bed. “So, uh, how do you want it? Missionary? From behind?” The words squeaked out. “You on top?”

  Julia’s smile was warm and placating. “Why don’t you kiss me first, and we can go from there?” She curled her finger and beckoned me to join her.

  “Oh, uh, yeah. I can do that.”

  I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward my girlfriend. I sat with my legs folded beneath me and tried to ignore the added weight between my thighs. Julia’s gaze maintained contact with mine rather than staring at my plastic appendage. Nothing in her demeanor suggested anything was out of the ordinary; suspicion that this wasn’t her first experience with a strap-on began to crowd my thoughts.

  Before I could get too inside of my own head, Julia narrowed the distance between us until she was only a breath away. Her long eyelashes tickled the apples of my cheeks.

  “We don’t have to do this,” she murmured. Her breath was wet and warm.

  “I want you to have a good birthday.”

  She kissed the corner of my mouth. “My birthday was yesterday.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  She smiled and kissed the opposite corner of my mouth.

  I swept my hand up the back of her neck, and my fingers wove in her inky black hair. I pulled her towards my mouth, and she put up no resistance. I groaned at the taste of her; I couldn’t help myself. There was a sex toy strapped to my lower body, and yet the biggest turn on was the feel of her tongue brushing against mine and the urgency and strength in her lips as she pressed into me.

  I slid down the thin strap of her tank top and kissed the top of her exposed shoulder. “Do you—do you want it now?” I asked, still feeling unsure.

  Julia placed her palms against my collarbone. “All in good time, soldier,” she chuckled. “You’d better make sure I’m ready to take all of you first.”

  “All of me. Right.” I choked on the words, and could feel my features flush. It was like being back in high school and having no idea how anything on the female body worked.

  Her hands moved to the tops of my shoulders and she exerted pressure, indicating where I should go and what I should do next. This was familiar territory, and I needed little encouragement. My body traveled down the bed, and I took her sleep shorts with me.

  As I lay on my stomach, I could feel the rigid phallus pressed between my torso and the mattress. It remained a constant, not letting me forget its presence or the expectation that I was going to have to use it. I held onto Julia’s knees and spread her thighs apart.

  Her skin was warm and soft compared to the more hardened skin on the palms of my hands. I kissed along the insides of her creamy thighs, purposefully avoiding where she wanted my mouth and tongue the most.

  I heard the frustration in her voice. “I thought this was supposed to be my birthday present.”

  “I thought that was yesterday,” I taunted back.

  I ran my tongue along the space where her thigh met her pelvic bone. As I moved my mouth closer to her shaved sex, her sounds of frustration melted into mewls of appreciation. I held firm to her upper thighs even though there was no danger of her running away.

  Her hips jerked when I swept my tongue side to side, hitting her clit with each stroke. I corkscrewed my tongue around her clit. I could feel her heartbeat through the sensitive nub when I sucked it into my mouth.

  Julia’s back arched off the bed. “Yes, Cassidy. Just like that.”

  I gathered her arousal and pressed a single finger into her while I continued my attentions on her clit. One finger became two, and I groaned at the sensation of her stretching around my fingers.

  Julia slammed her eyes shut and grabbed a fistful of my messy, blonde curls. She pulled me harder against her. “Oh, God,” she panted. “You beautiful creature.”

  I wanted to make her cum first with my fingers and mouth, not a piece of plastic. I curled my fingers inside her and pressed into her upper walls. She gasped each time my fingers came in contact with her G-spot.

  “Right there, darling. Don’t stop,” she urged.

  Never breaking contact, I pulled myself to my knees. Her fingers remained wrapped in my hair while mine continued to thrust in and out of her.

  “Cassidy. So close.”

  She slammed clenched fists onto the mattress. I licked her harder, and she pushed back against the fingers inside her. We worked in tandem, the push and pull and grunts and sighs, as her orgasm rushed steadily closer.

  Her thighs quivered around my ears. “Cumming,” she gasped. “I’m cumming.”

  While Julia recovered, I wiped my cheeks on her inner thighs and rose up on shaking legs to position myself between her parted thighs. I grasped the toy by its base and slowly—deliberately—rubbed the head up and down her eagerly dampening slit. I practically whimpered at the sight of her arousal coating the tip of the phallus. Maybe I’d enjoy myself after all.

  I placed the head at the entrance of Julia’s waiting sex and slowly pushed my hips forward, watching as the strap-on slowly parted and penetrated my girlfriend. I remained still with the thicker head the only part inside of her. The silicone felt cool compared to her overheated skin.

  “Mmmm … that feels nice,” she hummed.

  She ran her fingertips down the outsides of my thighs. I groaned from the simple touch, reveling in any kind of reciprocation.

  I slowly withdrew and my mouth inadvertently quirked into a smug smile when Julia protested the loss of contact.

  “Don’t you dare tease me,” she admonished.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  Julia moaned when I re-entered her. Again, I slid in just the head and remained still.

  “More, Cassidy. Please.” She dug her short nails deeper into my thighs.

  “Tell me. Tell me you want me,” I cajoled, half ordering, half begging.

  Julia’s eyes searched my face. “I want you, Cassidy.”

  “Tell me how much you want my hard cock inside you,” I continued. I pressed my hips forward, but not enough for the strap-on to slide deeper.

  “God … I-I want you,” Julia breathed. Her breath came in ragged bursts. “I want you inside me so badly. Please, Cassidy.”

  I pushed harder and watched, transfixed, as inch after inch of the pale pink dildo disappeared until my pelvic bone was pressed firmly against hers. I remained motionless, letting Julia adjust and accommodate to its size.

  “Fuck, baby,” I panted. “I’m inside you.” I couldn’t actually feel her—except the heat and softness of her skin against mine—but the visualization was enough.

  I began to rotate my hips and the strap-on in a circular motion. Sounds of pleasure continued to spill from Julia’s parted mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered before her eyes closed.

  I stilled my movements. “No. Keep your eyes open,” I instructed. “I want you to watch with me.”

  With effort, Julia propped herself up on her elbows. The fine muscles in her flat abdomen tensed and twitched as she held herself up to watch where our bodies connected.

  I slowly retreated and slid nearly all the way out, so only the tip remained. I pushed forward—slow, but solid—until our bodies reconnected. I continued this motion, pulling nearly all the way out only to bury myself back inside her. I found the sight terribly erotic; the dildo, now coated with her arousal, as her pussy swallowed it whole.

>   “Why don’t you let me take the lead for a little while?” she suggested.

  I looked up, worried. “Do you not like it?”

  She stroked the side of my face. “It feels amazing, darling, but there’s something I think we’ll both like even more.”

  I wasn’t quite sure what she was suggesting until her hands rested on my chest and pushed. I fell onto my back and the toy slipped out. The silicone appendage stuck out lewdly from my pelvic bone.

  Without hesitation, Julia limberly positioned herself over me. Her knees sank into the mattress as she straddled my lower torso. She reached for the bottom hem of her tank top and removed her last piece of clothing. I licked my lips in anticipation and at the sight of her full breasts.

  Julia grabbed my hands and placed them on her naked breasts. “Keep yourself busy,” she told me.

  “Yes, ma’am.” I squeezed the soft, pliable flesh in my hands and tweaked and pulled on her hardened nipples.

  Julia reached between our bodies and handled the thick dildo. She angled the head towards her opening and lowered herself down, shifting her legs and allowing the phallus to completely penetrate her. I heard her sharp intake of air, but my attention was not on her face, but the exquisite sight of my girlfriend’s pussy being split by my fake cock.

  Julia held onto the headboard for stability. The muscles of her thin arms flexed as she clung fast to the wooden bedframe. Her thighs tensed and rippled as they supported her weight, and she began to slowly lift herself up and down my eternally rigid phallus.

  I released her breasts and held onto the tops of her thighs. Even though I couldn’t feel it, the visual of her lifting herself up and down the silicone toy made my eyes roll back. It was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  “Fuck, Julia,” I breathed hoarsely. “That’s so fucking hot.”

  “It feels pretty fucking good, too,” she replied.

  Unable to remain passive for long, I began thrusting my hips upwards, forcing the strap-on to penetrate her harder and deeper than before.

  “God,” she praised.

  I wrapped my hands around her thin waist, just above her hips. Each time I pumped my hips off the bed, I pulled her body down, slamming her onto my cock.

  “Feel good?” I asked.

  Julia’s mouth fell open. “Uh huh.”

  My ringtone blared from my workbag. We both looked in the direction of the sound, but when Julia began to bounce harder up and down on my rubber cock, I quickly forgot the distraction. Her wanton desire and the taboo of the scenario turned me on even more.

  Julia’s eyes lost their focus. I reached between our bodies and began to rub her tender clit with the pad of my thumb. A gurgle of pleasure caught in her throat and her head fell back, neck exposed. She howled in pleasure as her body was consumed by another orgasm. I continued to rub my lover’s clit, stilling my penetrations only when I sensed Julia’s climax had subsided.

  “My turn.”

  I all but body slammed my girlfriend onto her back, never losing contact with the sex toy between us.

  Julia yelled out as I drove into her. I half worried my movements had been too rough, too abrupt, until her legs wrapped around my midsection and her heels dug into my ass. Her breath hitched in her throat with each pelvic thrust. I plowed into the mattress until I grew impatient with the traditional position.

  “On all fours,” I found myself saying.

  “Oh really?” Julia mused. “Someone’s feeling a little more confident,” she teased.

  “Just do it before I chicken out.”

  Julia rolled over onto her stomach, and I heard her quiet groan. I wondered if she could already feel the raw ache between her thighs; the evening was still new. She hefted herself up on her hands and knees and obediently spread her legs and thighs apart, granting me access to her most intimate areas.

  I rearranged myself on the pillow top until I was kneeling on the bed sheets directly behind my girlfriend. I grabbed onto the tip of my silicone appendage and ran it the length of her slit. I slid in slowly with one hard and unrelenting push until I bottomed out. A nearly primal growl bubbled up from deep within my throat when I felt my pelvic bone rest solidly against the Julia’s backside.

  My body curved over her back so I could brush away the short locks from the back of Julia’s neck and place a gentle kiss at its base. I lingered momentarily, allowing my lips to brush against the soft skin there. I closed my eyes and sighed, pressing my forehead against the back of Julia’s neck.

  Taking advantage of the proximity of Julia’s toned shoulders, I sank my teeth into the tender flesh of her right shoulder blade. I sucked the slightly bronzed skin hard into my mouth and gnashed my teeth harder into her flawless skin. Julia’s mouth fell open in a deep groan as I marked her with an angry, purple bruise.

  I reached again for Julia’s hair, the raven-locks barely covering her shoulders. I grabbed a handful of her glossy tresses and pulled hard, making her arch her back. She gasped and groaned in surprise at my actions.

  “Who’s fucking you?” I husked. The obscenity escalated both of our arousal.

  “Uhn … you are,” Julia grunted. Her words became staccato as I began to thrust into her.

  “Say it again.” I pulled her hair harder, causing her back to arch more severely.

  Julia cried as her arms gave out. “Cassidy, you are!” She leaned her head forward and fell onto a pillow. Her heart-shaped ass raised in the air, giving me better access.

  My phone rang again, and I glared in its general direction.

  “That could be your work.”

  “Don’t care,” I said through clenched teeth.

  I held onto Julia’s waist and tugged her backside into me, again and again. Whoever was calling could wait. Everything could wait.

  Sweat trickled down my forehead and stung my eyes. My senses and emotions overcome, I finally came hard, thrusting wildly into the beautiful woman on her hands and knees in front of me.

  I collapsed onto the body beneath me. My heart beat rapidly in my chest. On shaky arms, I gingerly lifted myself off of my girlfriend who remained still on the bed, clearly exhausted as well.

  I rolled onto my back, and the rubber appendage slipped from Julia’s sex. My hand went to my forehead where I could feel the sheen of sweat that similarly covered the rest of my body.

  Julia continued to pant beside me. “Happy Birthday to me.”

  “Good?” I asked with some trepidation.

  She rolled onto her stomach and her hair fell in front of her eyes. “Sure you’ve never done that before?”

  “Never.” I kept to myself anxieties that I might not have been her first, however.

  “I knew you’d be a quick study,” she purred.

  I bit my lower lip to stem my laughter. If only she knew how much I’d actually tried to study beforehand.

  “Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was coming up?” I asked.

  “I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

  “So you decided to freak me out with a strap-on instead,” I remarked.

  Her face became serious. “You didn’t like it?”

  I pressed my lips together. “It-it was different,” I decided.

  “That doesn’t sound like a rousing review,” she noted.

  “I suppose I just need more practice with it.”

  “Or let me take the wheel next time,” she returned.

  I cleared my throat. “I-I might be into that.”

  Julia smiled knowingly. “Maybe when it’s your birthday.”

  “Hey, I still owe you birthday spankings,” I remarked. “How many?”

  “Nice try, Detective.” Julia chuckled at my not-so-subtle attempt to learn her age

  I reached for her as she rose from the bed. “No, don’t go,” I complained.

  She lingered long enough for a quick, reassuring kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

  My eyes followed my girlfriend’s naked retreat to the bathroom. When t
he door closed, my gaze traveled to a long crack in the drywall above my head that bisected the bedroom’s ceiling. The faucet turned on in the bathroom.

  I wiggled out of the harness, not liking the way it looked on my body when Julia wasn’t connected to the other side, and tossed it to the floor. I stayed in bed for a moment longer before leaving the tussled sheets to dig around in my overnight bag to find my neglected cell phone. The battery was nearly dead, but I had two missed calls and a voicemail, all from Terrance Pensacola.

  “Hey Cass. It’s Pensacola,” the recorded message said. “Call me when you get this.” His voice sounded funny.

  I instantly expected the worst. We hadn’t talked much since he and his wife, Claire, had gone back to Detroit after the early arrival of their son, Miller. Was something wrong with the baby? His wife, maybe? How was Pensacola’s health? His legs?

  “Hey, babe? Can I use your phone to call Pensacola back? My battery’s gonna die.”

  “Of course,” I heard her voice float into the bedroom from the bathroom. “It’s on my vanity.”

  I waited, my heart lodged in my throat, while the phone rang. I wondered if he’d answer the phone if he didn’t recognize the number. I thought maybe he had Julia’s number from when he and his wife had been in town, but I couldn’t remember.

  “Hello?”

  “Pense, it’s Cassidy. I just got your message.”

  “Hey,” he returned. “Did you hear about Reilly?”

  “Reilly? Geoff Reilly?”

  Geoff Reilly had been in the same unit as Pensacola and me in Afghanistan. Besides Pense and myself, he’d been the only other survivor of a mission gone horribly wrong, because he’d had the good luck of not being there in the first place. He’d come down with a stomach virus and had stayed behind the morning we’d left the base.

  “Yeah. He’s, uh, he’s dead.”

  “Shit,” I cursed. I sat down on the edge of the bed as the gravity of Pensacola’s news hit me. “How?”

  Pensacola was quiet on the other end of the line, so I answered my own question. I gripped the phone a little tighter. “He did it to himself, didn’t he?”

  “Yeah.”

  I swallowed down the rising bile in my throat.