Crossfire

by Matt Braun

Vivian was concerned over the wound, though she didn’t show it. The front side was healing quickly, but the place where Jarrott’s deformed bullet had come out had left several nasty triangular flaps of flesh. But she continued to make light of it and explained that she intended to keep him in bed for several days.

  After she had sucked the pus out with the hot compresses, she applied some of the yellow powder the Tucson doctor had given her, and carefully bandaged the leg.

  “All right, mister. You can roll over now. Your nurse is finished.”

  Tallman rolled to his back and watched as Vivian popped the cork on the champagne she’d iced right after she had fired up the stove. She poured two full glasses and handed one to Tallman after he had hoisted himself upright on two thick pillows.

  “Here’s to us,” he said as he clinked her glass and took a long pull on the bubbly wine. “And to a week of good food, rest, fine wine and all the other pleasures that the good Lord himself has heaped upon us!”

  “Eat, drink and be merry,” she said, lifting her glass over her head. “For some day we will die.”

  With that, Vivian took a sip of her champagne, turned, and disappeared into the guest room, which she had taken as her territory.

  Before she had gone down the hallway, Tallman had opened the large envelope. He thumbed through the dossiers until he saw one tagged: John Wesley Hardin. As he read that brief biography and subsequently two others, Vivian drew hot water from the stove, bathed, and dressed for bed.

  When she finally appeared in the doorway in a sheer white silk gown she’d purchased their last day in Tucson, she looked like everyone’s image of a Greek goddess.

  Her auburn hair was down and brushed, and her breasts rested firmly under silk, sloping only slightly downward and out, faintly visible under the shiny garment. The kerosene lamp seemed to give her a ghostlike quality. After her pause in the doorway, she moved to the bed and took away his stack of files.

  “No more work tonight!”

  “Oh.” Tallman grinned.

  “Move over.”

  Tallman scooted over on the thick goosedown mattress. She issued a faint scent of orange blossoms, and the mere thought of what lay ahead caused his manhood to grow warm. She always approached sex as a hungry man might attack a steak dinner. No one could resist that. And she knew it.

  Vivian got on her knees next to him, pulled his drawers down slowly, and flung them to the floor. Then she settled next to him, sought his mouth with her moist warm lips, and began gently probing with her tongue. The thought of nine days of fine food, expensive wine, and inventive sex made her damp with desire. As she kissed Tallman, she firmly encircled his cock with her slender fingers and gently pumped his throbbing erection while she fingered the tip with her index finger. Feeling his hips churning, she sensed that his first release would come quickly, allowing them to later get down to lingering and more satisfying sex.

  She broke the kiss and moved to a kneeling position between his legs. Her hair fell to his thighs and stomach as she bent forward and took his swollen shaft in her mouth and swallowed to where her hand held the thick base of the throbbing cock. Barely allowing her teeth to graze the tight skin, she began to bob her head, blowing and sucking with each cycle.

  On the edge, Tallman grasped her head in his palms and held her as he thrust upward while she sucked loudly, grunting animal noises.

  Then, almost painfully, his seed surged through his cock in waves and filled her eager mouth. She slowed her sucking at the same falling tempo of his declining spasms. Then she gently lapped at the salty fluid which dripped from his stiff penis.

  “God! I love the taste of a man!”

  Tallman raised his head and watched as she lovingly lapped him. He knew that she wasn’t lying as he shuddered under her trained tongue while she licked him to a higher level of bestial desire.

  Seeing that he was ready again, she raised her head, flung her hair back and moved forward until she was straddling him. With her sheer gown bunched up on her hips, she lowered her hot, dripping slit onto his throbbing meat.

  “Ahhhh . . . damn Ash!” she gasped. Her eyes were wide, her neck arched back, and her soft mouth was spread wide in a circle.

  Tallman watched her breasts as they danced under silk and was, for an instant, in awe of her unchained desire. She jolted up and down in a sexual frenzy, grunting strange sounds, straining toward the moment when her flesh would tingle in ecstasy. He grabbed her hips, pulled her forward and pumped the both of them toward the peak. A moment later, locked together, they soared over the summit.

  Vivian screamed his name in that last instant. Then she collapsed into his arms, exquisitely spent. Tallman pulled her close, and she tenderly pillowed her head on his shoulder.

  They slept a dreamless sleep.