Toxic Delights: Part 8

It'd been too long since she'd gone hunting for a thrill. Six and a half weeks to be exact. Most of her time had been spent on Carter, and helping him recover from his surgery. Hazel had stayed the first two weeks, keeping her sane while they both looked after their friend. As soon as Carter had recovered enough to start his physical therapy, Hazel had gone back to Minnesota, where Lily and Dante were waiting for her to return. She never mentioned a thing about what was going with them, but Elle could tell it was weighing heavily on her best friend. She didn't blame her. Her reputation as St. Cloud's wholesome coffee shop owner had been tainted, when word got around about the bodies that were dug up in her backyard.

Elle believed her when she said she never buried them there. She did however think it was a genius move on the Skull Man's part. His accomplice must've dug those bodies out of their original graves, which Elle suspected was somewhere not too far from the cabin of torture Tobias had kept Hazel in, and re-buried them in Hazel's backyard sometime after she finished her renovations.

"I haven't seen that look in a while." Carter's voice brought her out of her profiler mode, and she turned to face him. The scar in the middle of his forehead was still healing but Elle still found herself touching it every chance she got. As a reminder she still had a job to finish. And his name was Donald McKee.

"What look?" she asked, as her fingertips ran over the tender scar, resting on the scruff he'd grown over the last couple of weeks when she was done.

"The engine is still cooking up there," Carter answered, pointing towards her brain, "You look like an artist trying to finish her masterpiece." he added with a smirk, and kissed her hand gently before letting it go. They'd been cohabitating in the same highly secured hotel Trevor had been checked into while he was helping her with her case. And he had graciously let them use it for the time being until they figured out their living situation.

Miami was supposed to be temporary. But Elle knew she enjoyed the warm weather too much to ever leave again. So she hired a real estate agent to find her a decent gated community to live in. Being the picky person she was, she still hadn't found anything she liked.

"I thought I was the profiler. Have you taken your pain meds?" Elle asked as she followed him into the balcony that overlooked the Miami strip. Neon lights flooded the city as the sun made way for the moon, and the people below them embraced the nightlife.

"No. I don't need them." Carter replied stubbornly, as he took his seat on the lounge chair beside hers, and grabbed two cold ones from the ice bucket hidden underneath his chair.

"Must you be so annoying?" Elle countered in surrender as she took the beer he handed over to her and began to twist the cap open.

"I'm an addict, Elle. I can't take to anything that makes me feel like nothing is wrong with the world." her friend reminded her. He'd gone to counseling when they were in college for his addictions, gambling being the main culprit, or so he claimed. Elle still held her suspicions about it but never pressed him on it. Carter wasn't the type to offer information about himself freely.

"This is different. You don't need to walk around with pain all day. Not when you don't have to." she explained, taking a long swig from her beer bottle before letting the bitter taste make her quiver with joy.

"I'm used to it." he answered, as he sat back in his chair and put on his sunglasses. There was no doubt in her mind Carter Murphy had a secret that was slowly making him wither with guilt, but she knew it would only come out when he couldn't hold the cap on it any longer.

"Stop. I'm alright," he added, reading her mind as he usually did and chuckled, reaching for her hand, then pulling her onto his lap. "Thanks to you." he finished, his fingers weaving through her dark waves as he pulled her closer and brushed his lips over hers. She'd been too focused on helping him recover, Elle had forgotten her own needs in the process. And now that they were purposely aiming to be exhibitionist, she couldn't wait to go back to the way things used to be.

"How'd you know to call Haze?" she asked him, referring to the day Happy Mike had almost killed him six weeks ago, as she pulled away from his lips, much to his disappointment. He sighed, keeping his gaze away from hers, because he knew she was the only one who'd see right through his lies.

"I had my suspicions about Jeremiah being Donald McKee for a while. But didn't have anything concrete until that day, when I saw him in the laundry room in the basement of the hotel, sniffing on your panties. I called Hazel because I knew what would happen next. I'd confront McKee and he'd send his backup to finish the job. He wouldn't have been able to outmaneuver me with that limp on his leg anyway."

"You shouldn't have confronted him alone." Elle said, as she tugged on his hair as punishment. But there was only arousal dancing in his dark eyes when she removed his sunglasses and made him look at her.

"I rather him take his wrath out on me than anyone else." he answered bravely, and while his reply disturbed her enough for her concern to grow, he didn't give her the chance to keep questioning him. He leaned in to silence her with another deep kiss, and it made her noisy thoughts subside almost immediately, long enough for her to straddle his waist and reach into his shorts for his potent erection. He was hard and thick in her hands, and it turned her on beyond logic. They'd had sex before but this time it was different. Change was lingering in the air surrounding them and if Elle inhaled it too much, she might just have to deal with another addiction under her belt.

"Are you sure your body can handle it?" Elle asked as a precaution. She didn't want to cause him anymore pain.

"I don't think I have a choice at this point. Your hands feel right on me. They always have." Carter admitted, his husky words sending an electric charge in her veins that encouraged her to embrace the show they were about to put on. The Miami heat had cooled down since the sun disappeared but the humidity had stayed behind to make their bodies remember where they were. No breeze would be able to tame the blazing fire they always ignited in each other's company.

She let Carter take charge this time, allowing him to lift her tank top up and over her head, exposing her slightly bigger and fuller breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples, hardening them to his liking as she continued to jerk him off. His mouth captured one of her nipples and the warmth of his mouth on her skin made her clit pulse in torment. She felt Carter smile against her tender flesh and his hands made their way down her backside, into her shorts. He squeezed her ass hard enough to pull her into his bulging cock, causing her to groan. Elle grinned with jubilation and helped him pull down her shorts when she stood up. Once she was done, she slipped a condom onto his swollen shaft, then positioned his tip at her opening, her body slowly sinking onto him like melting butter on freshly made pancakes.

He throbbed inside of her, yearning for her to continue her movements. Carter spanked her lightly before capturing another nipple into his mouth, and she began to lose herself in the sultry reality, embracing every spark of electricity he inspired within her.

Elle slid up and down on his cock until the stimulation he caused with his mouth on her breasts urged her to increase her rhythm. Her hips oscillated against him, and forced him to tug and bite on her nipples harder, just how she liked it. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest as she began to ride him furiously. The echoes of their tryst flowed throughout the city when they finally reached the ultimate high.

"He's watching. I can feel it." Elle whispered into Carter's ear, as he kept pounding into her, keeping her engine running as long as he possibly could. She wanted McKee's rage to encourage him to confront her. He'd escaped police custody during his trial, like she had predicted and Elle knew he'd been waiting for her to come out of hiding. What better way to bait a sexual predator than to give him a taste of what he could never have?

"Should we give him another show?" Carter asked, as he rubbed at her clit with his thumb and she moaned loudly into the musky heat.

"Oh, yes. Oh...oh! Keep going. I'm coming again!" Elle yelled into the night, gasping as she felt the sensations of another climax pool in between her legs, milking Carter's cock for all it was worth. She came first, as she bounced faster against his engorged shaft and he lifted them up off the lounge chair. She braced her hands on the railings when he turned her around, and melted into his chest when he came up behind her after discarding his condom.

"Elle, I need to tell you something." Carter whispered into her ear, but her body was still humming with desire and she needed to come again before she exploded into insanity.

"Later." she insisted, rubbing her behind along his dick, bringing it back to life.

"It's really important--" he started again, but she managed to shut him up by bending slightly over the railing, giving him a better angle for his cock to slip into, the rush of almost falling off guiding her back to the old her, the one who needed to feed off of the thrill danger exuded.

"Fuck," he murmured against her shoulder, as he slid into her from behind with a fresh condom on, and placed his hands over hers on the railing. Her tits bounced against the cold metal as he plunged into her deep and fast. Her inner walls held onto his cock tightly, compressing as her juices filled her womb and she cried out in intense pleasure.

Carter's body held hers tightly as he came, the warmth of his hot seed filling the condom once again before he pulled out of her.

"What are you so worried about?" Elle asked as she caught her breath and craned her neck to look at him. Carter licked his lips then pointed towards the parking lot of the club right across the street from the hotel. She noticed the black fifty-seven Cadillac that belonged to Sarah right away, as it stood in the first slot of the parking lot, and then her gaze went to the muted colored van parked right next to it.

"Lets go finish this." Carter stated, as he handed her back her clothes and gave her a kiss that felt more like a goodbye.