PassionsPoison

by Lexi Post

  “Zach.”

  Bea’s breathy whisper met his groan as he lifted his head away from her collarbone. “Yeah.”

  She refused to look at him, focusing instead on his cuff where she worried the material between her fingers. “I…I want…”

  He brushed back the hair from her face and forced her to look at him. “Yes. You want me?”

  Bea smiled shyly. “Could you take off your shirt? I want to see your chest again.”

  “Your wish is my command.” Standing, he unbuttoned the flannel and threw it across to the other couch. “Better?”

  She devoured him with her gaze. His chest appeared a golden brown in the fire’s light and his pectorals looked harder than granite, dwarfing his dark, erect nipples. She licked her lips. “Are you cold?”

  His seductive grin sent chills racing through her body, readying it for what was to come.

  “No, I’m burning up. Want to feel?”

  “Yes.” She stood and ran her fingers through the short black hairs covering his contoured torso. They were so soft against the hardness of his muscles that she wanted to stroke his body for hours. She traced her fingers around his nipples, causing the tips to harden more. Her own nipples ached in response as she dropped her hands.

  He took a deep breath, causing his chest to grow larger before her eyes until he released it. Following the dark line of hair with her gaze, she itched to slip her fingers into his blue jeans and cradle the hard cock that moved as she stared. Would it be long or thick or ruddy or crooked or—

  “Your turn.”

  “What?” Startled from her focused concentration, she glanced up to see him raise his eyebrow.

  “Fair’s fair. I want to see you without your shirt.”

  Moisture seeped along her folds at his words. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but in a much different way than her normal sex partners. Her attraction to him had nothing to do with her toxic body. Plus, she liked him. What could she do? She could refuse. He would respect her decision, but she wanted this. How could she keep him from coming inside her, from taking her poisons into his body? She didn’t want to hurt him.

  “Bea?”

  She licked her lips and started to unbutton her sweater. Her mind raced as she let the garment drop on the couch. Hungry for him like no other man she’d been with, she searched for a solution. She pulled the dainty camisole over her head and stood in her lacy pink bra.

  He lost his grin as his gaze feasted on her cleavage.

  She had to think, but his look, combined with the moisture between her legs, made it difficult for her mind to cooperate.

  He gazed into her eyes. “Take off your bra.”

  Her heart beat so fast she had a difficult time breathing. Placing her hand between her breasts to calm herself, she unhooked the front clasp of her Fredrick’s bra. His gaze riveted to where her hands separated the two cups, and she shrugged herself out of them.

  “You’re beautiful, like the snowfall. Delicate, soft and perfectly formed.”

  Her heart melted at his words, but she remained still, wanting his hands upon her, and yet afraid of the fire he started within her.

  He stepped closer and massaged her breasts as if he knew they had been uncomfortable in their confines. When he touched her areolas, stroking until the skin puckered into ridges, he caused her nipples to harden to painful tips. She ached inside her core for this man’s cock. She wanted him to the hilt, filling her.

  He groaned. “I could eat you right here.”

  The image of his handsome face between her legs nearly buckled her knees.

  That was it! She could let him lick her to orgasm, an activity she had no time to enjoy with her other lovers. It shouldn’t hurt him too much since he wouldn’t be inside her and she still had a few days before having intercourse was a necessity. Her quandary solved, she relaxed and smirked. “What are you waiting for?”

  “Ah Bea, you’re a wet dream come true.”

  Whether it was his words or the first flick of his tongue on her breast, she wasn’t sure, but her body responded, her pussy leaking into her thong. His tongue sent exquisite pings of pleasure to her nipple, and the connection between it and her pussy was alive and well. She grabbed his shoulder as she swayed.

  He moved his mouth to her other breast, nipped at the tip, swirled the nipple with his tongue and sucked gently. She moaned at the sharp excitement he created and her knees weakened.

  He grabbed her to him, his breath heavy in her ear. She could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against her above her mons.

  She tried to inch herself higher, desperate to feel him rub her clit, but he turned her to face the fire. He reached around to hold her breasts, one in each hand as he nibbled at her neck.

  He murmured against her skin, “You’re so smooth, you glow in the firelight.”

  His fingers found her nipples and rolled them lightly. She let her head drop back against his shoulder as the lightning pleasure he produced raced downward, engorging her pussy. He moved his hand over her stomach and into the waistband of her jeans, headed for her thong.

  She let her knees bend away in mortification. What would he think of her if he felt how truly soaked she’d become? But he followed her down to the floor, down to the sheepskin.

  He chuckled against her back as they knelt there. “Oh no, you’re not getting away from me that easily.” He pressed his cock into her lower back, above her ass.

  She turned her head to speak to him. “I wasn’t trying to get away. You made my knees weak.”

  He nuzzled against the back of her ear, his fingers continuing their homage to her nipples. “Perfect, I like your knees weak.”

  She couldn’t focus with his teeth making little bites along her neck, producing exquisite goose bumps across her skin. “Zach?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Wouldn’t the furs feel nicer if we didn’t have our jeans on?”

  He stopped nibbling and pulled back. “Definitely.”

  Before she could blink, he jumped up, unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang forward, freed from the denim. He stepped from his pants, completely naked.

  The man didn’t wear underwear. Very sexy. And his straight, thick cock stood at attention, begging for her touch. She reached for him, but he caught her hand before she made contact. He raised his eyebrow. “Fair’s fair.”

  “Okay, but I’ll need both hands.”

  He squeezed first, then let her go. She turned her back on him and faced the fire. Quickly, so he wouldn’t see her moisture, she unzipped her pants and pulled her thong and jeans down her butt. Then sitting on the luscious fur, she wiggled the clothes off past her feet.

  He knelt beside her, pulled the garments from her hand and threw them on the couch behind him. “If you really want to feel the furs, lie back.”

  The promise in his eyes told her she wouldn’t be disappointed, so she let the softness of the fur envelop her. She didn’t expect the erotic feel of it between her legs. “Oh.”

  He winked at her surprise. “Feels sexy, doesn’t it?”

  She nodded, unable to speak at the knowing tone in his voice. How many other women had he made love to on these skins? Stop it. She had no right. If he had an inkling of the number of men she’d had sex with, he would throw her out in the snow.

  He lay next to her on his side. “What is it, Bea?”

  “Nothing. Just surprised at how well you know me already.”

  He smirked as he brushed her hair out over the fur. “I know very little about you, but I hope by the end of the night, I’ll know a lot more.”

  Her body vibrated with a need he caused, and liquid seeped from between her legs and onto her inner thighs. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, her nose and finally her lips, but when her tongue begged for entry into his mouth, he refused. Instead, he trailed licks and nips down her neck.

  She pushed her hand through his thick hair and guided him to her nipple, which received the attention her mouth had craved. After
causing one peak to be so hard she ached between her legs, he moved to the other, giving it equal attention and an extra bite that sent an electric pulse racing to her clit.

  She kneaded her hands into his shoulder muscles as he licked his way to her navel, the seeping between her legs now a constant. Her pussy’s anticipation of his mouth had it swelling beyond anything it had ever done. Her heart beat for his kiss, his touch.

  He licked her waist and sucked on her hipbone before he moved his hands to spread her legs. As he brought his palms along the insides of her limbs, he stopped. “You’re bare.”

  She could only nod. She kept herself hairless to encourage her one-night stands.

  He smirked. “And wet.” His thumbs played along the crease of her thighs just outside her throbbing labia.

  Her body’s instinct for survival always made her ready, but the liquids moistening her thighs now was new. Would he think it strange she was so wet? “I know. You did that to me.” Her voice came out husky, sexy.

  He quirked a brow at her. “Really?”

  Anticipation tightened her throat, making her answer in no more than a whisper, “Yes.”

  “Then you’re going to like this.”

  He pulled her folds apart and lowered his head. His tongue touched her opening, gliding over it to settle on her clit. Sharp pulses of excitement raced deep into her core. His tongue camped there, laving her back and forth, swirling around her nub, until his mouth covered her. The creative sucking on her clit had her body bowed, strung taut, the pleasure building. She grabbed his hair to push him down even as her hips came up of their own accord.

  The sucking stopped with a flat swipe of his tongue and she whimpered, left on the edge of a growing orgasm.

  But Zach wasn’t finished. His tongue moved lower and the licking continued with a stronger purpose as he reached her opening. His tongue delved inside.

  She couldn’t think. She moaned as she released his head and gripped the sheepskin beneath her, the soft touch adding to her helpless pleasure. To feel him inside her, this man and only this man, would be heaven. If only it could be.

  By the time he worked his way back to her clit, she felt lightheaded from his expert ministrations. Her breaths were short and she couldn’t help begging as he held her on the edge, too desperate for release and air. “Please, Zach, I need… Oh God.”

  Zach’s tongue stroked her clit, circling, licking the tiny pleasure point over and over. Then he slipped two fingers inside her.

  She came with a scream that would’ve frightened Canada geese away. Her body bucked and writhed as her release pounded through her and she gasped for breath. The sensation had her vision collapsing to small points as all feeling centered on her bliss. Zach kept her on the pinnacle of her orgasm until her spasms relaxed and her heartbeat slowed. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, despite her hips grinding against his hand.

  Zach grinned from ear to ear. When he caught her watching, he licked his lips and wiped his chin. “I think you’re ready now.”

  Chapter Four

  Bea laughed, letting her head fall back upon the furs.

  Zach crawled up her body and she tried not to drool as his defined chest came over her. But as his cock brushed her inner thigh, she scrambled from underneath him like a crab. She hated leaving the place she wanted to be more than anywhere else, but what she wanted wasn’t enough to outweigh her need to keep him healthy. As it was, she didn’t know how sick he might become with her juices soaking into his fingers.

  He grumbled. “Hey, where are you going?”

  She brought herself to kneel in front of his push-up position. His gaze went to her lap.

  She lifted his face to look at her. “Fair’s fair.”

  He chuckled. “I guess it is.” He collapsed upon his stomach and rolled onto his back, away from the fire.

  As much as she wanted to crawl on top of him and experience a sixty-nine position, she couldn’t. She could almost feel his strong cock pushing into her mouth, his hips rising reflexively as his tongue penetrated her pussy, stroking her clit, while her breasts brushed his hard abs. No, she wouldn’t chance him sucking on her poisons. Maybe next time they could do it before she came. Next time?

  She shook her head as she crawled around him, the soft fur of the sheepskins making her want to roll her naked body across them. When she’d positioned herself between his legs, she paused to take in the view.

  His face and chest appeared to move as the firelight flickered across them, transforming his sexy smirk into a grin and back again. His cock moved too, but not with light. As she stared, it jumped toward his belly in short jerks.

  “Bea?”

  She gazed into his smoldering eyes. “Mmm-hmm.”

  He swallowed. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll come without you touching me at all. I’d rather feel your mouth on me.”

  At his words, excitement played havoc with her stomach. She put her hand to her chin as if pondering the dilemma, but gradually sank between his legs. Her first lick was along the underside of his hard penis. It jerked again as if trying to get away. She bent lower and took one of his balls into her mouth, using her tongue to roll it, test the weight of it. She did the same to the other, thinking of how he had sucked on her nipples. A warmth spread through the folds between her legs.

  Pressing her tongue between his balls, she stroked upward over his cock and took the tip into her mouth. She could lick him all night, a luxury she never had the time for with her one-night stands. Those were about her need to survive, but with Zach, she wanted to make him feel good, make him happy.

  His hand rested on her shoulder, its tension telling her he anticipated her next move.

  She ran her tongue around the ridge of his cock before moving her teeth along the edges.

  The pressure of his hand increased.

  With her teeth, she stroked down his length, lightly scraping his tight skin.

  He groaned.

  Pleased he was enjoying her attention, she stroked down again and without warning, she sucked in his tip, bringing his whole cock into her mouth.

  His hand on her shoulder shifted to the floor as it fisted.

  Beneath her mouth, she palmed his balls, his sac tight and ready. Rolling them within her hand, she ran her mouth up, enjoying the feel of every bump against her tongue. She glanced at his face as her teeth hooked on his tip again.

  His closed eyes and rigid jaw testified to the pleasure building inside him. As she sucked down on his cock and up again, his lips parted. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His excitement fueled her own and wetness dripped along her thigh to nestle on the furs beneath her. She couldn’t help herself as she increased the rhythm. He buried his hand in her hair and she felt his pulse beat against her tongue. He was close.

  Triumph spread warmth throughout her body. She took his hard cock deep into her throat and tightened her jaw. His thighs closed against her face and his hips arched into her mouth as his cum squirted inside, sliding down her throat. She wrapped her tongue around him as she moved, and sucked until his hand on her head stopped her.

  She satisfied herself with licking him clean.

  The fire gave off very little light, so she sat up to see his reaction. She’d never had a man come in her mouth before since she always needed to orgasm with someone inside her to take the poison from her body and into theirs. She wouldn’t mind another orgasm right now, not because she needed to, but because she wanted this man deep within her.

  “Hell.”

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “I came.”

  Bea laughed. She didn’t remember laughing while having sex before. “Wasn’t that the whole idea?”

  He opened his eyes and lifted his head. His stomach muscles contracted into hard ripples that reminded her of frost heaves. His gaze roamed her body. “Yes, but I wanted to bury my cock deep inside your pussy.”

  Uh-huh. As much as she wanted that too, she couldn’t let it happen. She shrugged. “O
h well. Guess you’ll have to make do.”

  He dropped his head back to the floor and closed his eyes. “I think you’re right, you wore me out.”

  She stood and drank in the sight of his body, hard even when he relaxed. “Before you go to sleep, can you point me in the direction of a bed?”

  He opened one eye. “How about here on the furs next to me?”

  Her heart leapt, excitement flaring, and a drop of her wetness ran down the inside of her thigh. To cuddle in the furs with this man would be heaven. Could she? Her logical side stepped in. No. She had limited willpower with him. If she let him inside her, she could never see him again, and she very much wanted to see him again.

  She shook her head.

  He opened his other eye and followed the telltale drop of her juices as it hit the crease of her knee before continuing down the side of her calf. “So that’s a yes?”

  She shivered at the hunger in his eyes, but stood fast. “No.”

  His gaze returned to hers, his resignation clear.

  Disappointment and relief tornadoed through her.

  He closed his eyes. “Upstairs to the left is a guestroom.”

  “Great. Thanks.”

  She tiptoed around him to pick up her clothes, throwing on her sweater against the cooling air. She turned toward the stairs, but his resting body in the light of the dying fire stopped her cold. What was it about him that had her heart pulsing to life along with her libido? She’d had many, many men, but he was unique, at least to her.

  Unsure what to make of her attraction, she passed between him and the fire. The air in the room had cooled, causing her to tense. She stopped and grabbed a log and threw it on the fire. Sparks sprayed everywhere, one jumping the fire screen and landing on Zach’s arm.

  He jerked awake, sitting up. “Ow!”

  She jumped back from the dangerous little missiles herself, her bare heel catching his thigh.