Lust Demented

{XV}

“NOW THE ONLY WAY I can relax is to fill my mouth with your cock.” Kiko rubbed the bulge in my pants, slowly unzipping my fly. Reality defiled. I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things. Rewind. “That’s no cabbie. That’s a cop.”

“Say what?”

Rain strafed Cross Bay Boulevard. A dragstrip through the weeds. My face fell onto the back of Kiko’s head. She was already unfastening my jeans with her teeth. Giant drops piercing Jamaica Bay. Kisses landing below. Leaning over, her skirt ran up to the very top of her thighs, ass bulging at the sides. The cabbie gazed in the rear view, swerving a little, and looking away. Kiko kept eye contact as she gently pecked at me. Moving with an illusion of love that for the moment I needed to believe in. The slobbering became louder. I reached into her shirt pulling her breasts out. We stopped short at a red light. The driver blew us kisses through the rearview. Kiko took me down to the bottom of her throat. The sound of her slight gags made me sink deeper in the weathered seat.

“Who is she?” Hysterical, Missy shook the laptop a few times before flinging it against the wall.

“What’s your problem?” I had clean hands, so the accusation disintegrated on impact.

“The girl in your book. I knew I couldn’t trust you.”

“Which one?”

“Which one? The slut that’s which one, you son of a bitch. I’ll kill you. I’ll kill them all. Whores!”

System shocked, I dragged my face out of her hair. Time was advancing. All three of us were waiting for the same thing. Kiko pulled herself to the surface. Her presence was a relief… not as much as an ocean liner into an iceberg… or a concord into the sun… I guess if it was a space shuttle I would just hope it would keep going. Face painted, her lips were dripping and she wanted me to take a good look before she stuck her tongue down my throat.

Out the side window, a big-rig was having a hard time staying in its lane, skidding and swerving in and out of control. Its trailer painted with circus animals and a vintage logo. Traffic spread at its sides attempting to make room where there was none. Time slowed to a thousand blinking frames.

I felt the sky squint when the big-rig finally rolled over. The massive truck slid like a poached grizzly across a frozen river. The entire expressway slammed on their brakes as a reflex. An avalanche swallowed the wolfpack. Whatever didn’t smash into solid stone hydroplaned into twisted steel. Metal mangled with flesh.

We were more prey than predators, out in the middle of the L.I.E. with the others. People were holding each other up. I’m running forward with the cabbie, tripping over the injured, not sure what to do. I lost sight of Kiko, but felt her close in a different way. The circus truck was lying on its side burning. There was no sign of life from the driver who was still gripping the wheel. In worse shape was the passenger who was thrown a couple hundred feet down the black tar path. The trailer in back was busted open and shaking as if the truck was having a final orgasm of its own.