PassionsPoison

by Lexi Post

  Stepping in, he handed her a beer. “Better?”

  She nodded and took a sip.

  He lowered himself slowly, letting his body adjust to the sudden change in temperature. Her eyes devoured him, making him feel like some Greek god.

  Once in, he slid over to her. He placed her beer in a cup holder on the side of the hot tub. The tub could hold eight people, but tonight they would use it to its full capacity.

  He floated in front of her and settled himself to kneel between her legs, before pulling her face closer for a cold beer kiss. He worked his way down her neck, kissing the area just behind and beneath her ear. At the shiver that raced across her skin, his cock hardened further. He blew on his wet kissing spot.

  Bea brought her shoulder up and giggled. “That tickles.”

  He lifted her to straddle his chest. “Tell me if this tickles too.” Taking her breast in his mouth, he sucked.

  Her hands settled on his shoulder. “No, that feels heavenly.”

  He agreed, but didn’t open his mouth to say so. Instead, he nibbled and bit lightly on the hardened nub. He could suck on her hard nipples for days. The rough ridges of her areola made him feel as if he alone had the key to her pleasure.

  “Oh Zach. That’s too good.”

  He broke away. “Are you hot yet?”

  She gazed down at him. “Hot? I’m dying of heat. The cold air isn’t doing much now.”

  “Good.” He grinned before he lifted her torso out of the water and sat her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs. “Let’s see if I can cool you off.”

  She reached down and dribbled water over her clit. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

  Zach’s body heat rose a couple degrees at her action. Her hard nub called to him. He sucked in a breath as much to take in cooling air as to keep his tongue from piercing the pink folds she displayed, his cock jumping in anticipation. No, he wanted something else inside her.

  Leaning over the hot tub, he broke off an icicle hanging from the deck. With the melting and freezing the past week, the icicles had grown. This one was perfect, a half inch around at one nubbed end that widened to three inches where he broke it off. The whole icicle was about a foot long, but it began to melt in his grip.

  He turned and held it up. “This might help.”

  Her mouth opened, but she didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. The scent of her wet pussy rose over the chlorinated bubbles, causing his cock to grow painfully harder.

  He spread her pink, heated labia and brought the tip of the icicle to her opening.

  She shuddered.

  He glanced up. If there was a goddess of love, Bea fit the role as she perched there. Her eyes closed, her head tilted to the side and her mouth open, her breathing ragged as it passed by her reddened lips. Her nipples puckered against the cold night air and contrasted with the soft, dripping-wet skin of her waist. But it was her engorged folds, just touching, melting the ice at her slit that caused him to moan. He pushed the icicle in an inch. His finger touched her clit and gently pressed.

  She dug her hands into his shoulders. “More.”

  His body tightened at her harsh need, more than willing to obey. He moved the icicle farther into her waiting body. The idea of the frozen water filling her had him straining against the eroticism of the scene. His cock dripped pre-cum into the roiling bubbles as his muscles tensed against his own release. Another few inches and he had filled her with ice.

  She grabbed his head. “Do it, Zach. Do it.”

  He pulled the icicle from her body and quickly sank it in again. It wouldn’t last long in her heat. Again, he pulled and pushed, watching her body shiver with pleasure, barely holding back his own orgasm as her deep-throated moans filled the air. He pulled out the ice and found but a three-inch piece left. Pushing it in as far as he could, he let go of her clit, stood and pushed his cock into her pussy.

  “Oh God.”

  Bea’s whispered words shot through him, but as the coolness enveloped him, he gained the control he needed to finish it right to please her. The friction of her wet canal sent shivers racing through his veins, making him more determined to give her what she wanted. She grasped him to her and bucked her hips, grinding herself into him. He held her head and drove his tongue past her lips, even as his cock struck what little ice remained inside her.

  Her movements continued unrestrained. Her moans grew louder, fueling his desire. He rocked his hips into her and she squeezed his cock as if she’d never let go. The harder he pumped, the slicker she became and the suction of her pussy pulled at his control.

  Her orgasm hit, her breath lifting in the air as she threw her head back and screamed.

  He laughed for the sheer joy of watching her, feeling her ecstasy as she broke apart around him. Pulling her off the tub’s edge, he rammed his cock into her, holding her to her peak.

  When Bea grew limp, he kept them together and sank into the roiling water. Her warm body, soft and yielding, floated against him in complete trust. Her light grasp on him penetrated his heart and had him wanting something more, something dangerous.

  Bea lifted her head from his shoulder and gave him a shy smile. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at icicles in the same way again.”

  Zach chuckled. “Believe me. Neither will I.”

  She played with the hair at the back of his neck. “Have you ever done that before?”

  “Use an icicle to bring a woman pleasure? No.”

  Relief spread through her at his words, but she tensed as his cock moved within her. Holy crap, he hadn’t come yet and her poisons were seeping into him. She started to rise, but he clamped down on her hips.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I thought you might want to—”

  Zach held her in place. “What I want is to make you come again.”

  His strong hold on her melted her resolve. Once more she was completely his to do with as he pleased, knowing full well his strength far exceeded her own. The thought itself had her folds thickening. She had no control with this man and didn’t have a clue how to handle that. Even now, her poisons soaked into his body, but she didn’t want him sick again. She’d be careful next time or she’d just have to find the will to leave. She stroked along his hardened biceps. “Then I’m at your mercy.”

  His lips touched hers in the most gentle of kisses and her heart melted alongside her body. She was lost to this man.

  He ended the kiss. When he looked her in the eyes, his hand lifted to stroke her hair. The deck lights shone on her face, leaving his in shadow, but she didn’t need to see his eyes to know he wanted her. The thick cock deep inside her, filling her with its length, told her all she needed to know. Her greedy body tensed around his hardness, asking for his domination.

  Suddenly, he let her go and she floated back into the warm, still water. “What?”

  He stood, reached over her and pushed a button on the tub. The water started to bubble again. She hadn’t noticed it had stopped.

  He sank back into the hot tub. “I want the jets going for you.”

  She nestled her shoulders under the water. “For me? Why? I don’t mind the still water, as long as it’s warm.”

  He grinned. “If I’m right, you will soon love these jets.”

  “Why?”

  Zach pulled her toward him. His hard cock dug into her abdomen. How could he stand being hard for so long and not come?

  He kissed her with a passion held in check and she reveled in his control.

  Then he pulled away and turned her from him. “Kneel.”

  She looked back at him with her eyebrow raised, but he nodded, so she obeyed. She grabbed the edge of the tub and knelt. A hot jet spurted against her upper thigh. Zach dropped down behind her and reached around to palm her mound. He moved them a few inches to the right and took his hand away. She pushed back as the jet stream hit her clit, sending a jolt of fire spiraling through her body. “Zach, my God. It’s a vibrator.”

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nbsp; She felt his chuckle against her back even as he pushed her toward the rushing water. “Not exactly. I’m hoping it will be better than that. Spread your legs for me, Bea.”

  She did as he asked and the stream rushed against her clit, down along her lips to the opening of her pussy. The erotic feeling stroked her and played against her all at once. Her need and pleasure rose equally, causing her to pant. “Zach, this is…amazing.”

  “What does it feel like?”

  “I don’t know. Like…being turned-on. Staying…that way.” Was this what it felt like for him when he was hard for so long? She wanted the pleasure promised, but enjoyed each sharp gush of excitement itself. Then his hand snaked from behind her and came up between her legs.

  Even as he held her shoulder to keep her in place, two of his fingers penetrated her and the sensations intensified. Her pussy tightened. Her blood throbbed. But he didn’t move, just kept still, leaving her on a plateau of sheer sexual bliss. “Zach.”

  “Yes?”

  “I need…”

  “What do you need, Beatrice Rappaccini?”

  The intense spasms of pleasure pulsing between her legs left her speechless, panting to keep air flowing into her lungs.

  He touched her ear with his lips. “What is it you need, beautiful? Do you need me? Did you want this hard cock to push into your throbbing pussy? Did you want my cock to slip between your legs and replace my fingers while the jets stream against your clit? Did you want me to hold on to your hard nipple and roll it between my fingers as I pump from behind and the jets pulse from the front?”

  Bea’s head swam at the images he painted with his words while she grasped the edge of the hot tub to keep her position in front of the jet’s stream. Even in the water, her pussy filled with her own special slickness, pulsing for release. Somehow she found the ability to nod.

  Zach wasted no time. His fingers pulled out of her, his arm coming around her waist.

  She shivered as his cock slid against her ass, along the crease and entered her pussy in one long stroke. The jets on her clit kept her pulsating arousal high. Her pussy tightened around Zach’s invasion.

  His other hand tweaked her nipple, even as he whispered in her ear, “Ready?”

  She swallowed as fire from her breast ran down to the pleasure building in her core.

  He didn’t wait for a response. He pulled his hips back and plunged in.

  She gasped for air as the sudden sensations in her pussy, clit and nipple converged. Zach pushed deeper and she let herself go, her body convulsing around his cock. She shook in his arms as pulse after pulse of stimulation powered through every nerve. Then his liquid heat filled her and pleasure burst through her entire body. She trembled, the sensations too intense as she tried to breathe.

  She went limp, too spent to move.

  “Bea? Bea?”

  She opened her eyes. The warm swish of water enveloped her sated body and Zach held her on his lap, a worried expression etched on his face. She reached up and stroked his brow. “Wow.”

  He grinned. “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm-hmm. That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had.”

  His smile turned cocky. “Good. Remember, you can only have it with me.”

  Her heart jumped with longing at his words. “Promise?”

  He pulled her face up to his and kissed her thoroughly.

  She held on to his neck. When he released her lips she gave him a coy smile. “I think I blacked out.”

  He kissed her nose. “No, you didn’t.”

  “Maybe not, but all those amazing feelings and the heat and I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to breathe. It was so good.”

  He stood with her in his arms, the cool air grazing her body as steam rose from them both.

  Zach stepped onto the deck. “I need to get you out of this hot tub. I kept you in it too long.”

  She practically purred. “I don’t remember trying to get out.”

  He nudged the sliding-glass door open and continued across the living room with her in his arms.

  “Zach, I can walk. You don’t have to carry me.”

  He didn’t miss a step, but continued upstairs and brought her to what she assumed was his bedroom.

  He stopped in front of the bed and let her naked, wet body slide along his until her feet touched the warm rug. “You stay here while I get a towel to dry you off.”

  As he let go, her knees buckled. She grabbed the bed to keep herself upright. His lovemaking had worn her out. That never happened. Sex always energized her because she released her poisons.

  Damn. She lost control again and now Zach would be ill, unless…unless she felt differently after sex with him because he was immune to her toxic fluids. Hope sprang to life as she watched him return, studying him for any sign of unease.

  He brought a fluffy blue towel and gently dried her from the top of her shoulders to the tops of her feet.

  He didn’t even look tired. When he finished drying her, he threw the towel over his shoulder and pulled back the deep-green quilt. He scooped her up and laid her on the bed. As he covered her with the blanket, she reached out, capturing his wrist. “Where are you going?”

  “I’m going to dry off and get you some water. You’re dehydrated. I’ll be right back.”

  As he walked to the door, she enjoyed the view of his tight, wet butt cheeks. Nope, he looked fine to her. If he was immune, then she actually could have a normal life with him. She glanced around the room. Then this would be their bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it had warm honey-colored logs that made up the walls, and furniture with greens and rusts in the cushions. The large flat-screen television opposite the bed was the only item not made of natural elements. She’d love to wake up every morning in here with Zach by her side. She could almost picture the warm sunlight brightening the room in the morning.

  Zach returned with a bottle of water and a beer. As he walked toward her, she smiled. She hadn’t lied when she told her grandma he was well-hung. Damn, but the man had one good-looking cock.

  He sat on the bed and handed her the water.

  “Thanks.”

  He didn’t move until she had opened it and taken a gulp. She was more thirsty than she realized. Smart man.

  She watched his thigh muscles as he moved around to the other side of the bed, but the long scar on his back caught her attention and her curiosity. She could ask about it now. After all, they were lovers. Her body glowed at the thought. She had a lover. She had her own man and he appeared to be fine. No cramping, and she had come on him twice.

  He got into bed and pulled her up against him, his shoulder making a nice pillow.

  “Zach?”

  His hand rested on her waist. “Yeah.”

  “How did you get the long scar across your back?”

  He gave her a squeeze. “Noticed that, did you?”

  She played with the dark hair on his chest. “It’s not that obvious, but it’s so long. Were you hurt?”

  He shrugged beneath her. “Not much. It was worth it. I’d do it again.”

  “Do what?”

  “To make a long story short—”

  “Huh-uh. I want the whole story. It will pass the time while I get my strength back.”

  He kissed her forehead, but she still caught a glimpse of his smug grin. She pulled a hair on his chest to take him down a notch.

  “Ow.” His hand came up and covered hers. “Do you want the story or not?”

  She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

  His fingers entwined with hers. “I told you I was a logger. I had a young college kid working for me one summer. He thought he knew more than he did. He was lucky I was at the site that day trying to get my guys to move a little faster. We had a contract we were behind on. I needed to determine how many more men I would have to hire.”

  Bea’s trained business mind took over. “How big of a company did you have?”

  He shrugged beneath her. “Depends on how y
ou look at it. By employees, we were big in the late winter when most of the cutting was done. Generally, my gross income averaged a few million. By that standard, it was small.”

  The inns ran on a five-million-dollar budget. Zach had run a business at least that large. “That’s big enough. Was it stressful? I can imagine the number of decisions you had to make every day. I know what it’s like with the inns, but luckily I don’t own them.”

  Zach’s hand moved to her arm and idly stroked her flesh. “I didn’t find it too stressful except when we were behind. I got out into the woods a lot, which has always been a relaxing environment for me.”

  Bea squeezed the hand that held hers. “So, what happened?”

  “I sold the company.”

  She lifted her head to catch the smirk on his face. “No. What happened to your back?”

  “Oh, my back? The college kid, cocky as usual, got in front of a falling tree. I happened to be in the skidder nearby. I threw it into forward, getting under the tree just in time. The kid ended up with only a broken leg, but he would have been killed. Still, can’t believe I was there and in the skidder.”

  Bea squeezed Zach’s hand. “And the scar on your back?”

  He kissed the top of her head before he continued. “My skidder’s top caved in under the tree’s weight. I attempted to jump out, but a piece of the bent metal caught my back as I fell.”

  Bea lifted herself to see Zach’s face. “Oh my God. Did you have to go to the hospital?”

  He nodded. “Yes, but it wasn’t that deep. Still, I did need stitches. It bled through my shirt and the kid thought I was dead. When I got up, he started to cry.”

  She lay back down on his shoulder. “He was very lucky you were such a quick thinker and willing to put yourself in harm’s way to save him.”

  He shrugged again. “Most of my men would have done the same for each other, though I do think he was lucky it was me in the skidder. The kid had been a spoiled brat, his father a rich man, so he hadn’t been a favorite among my crew.”

  “I hope his father appreciated what you did.”