PassionsPoison (9 page)

“Are you sure you can drive? How’s your head?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Perhaps you should see for
yourself.”

She giggled as he placed her hand on his jeans where the
hard length of his cock pushed against her. “I didn’t mean that head.”

He sulked. “But that’s the one that needs the most
attention.”

Liquid heat seeped through her body as she contemplated
acquiescing to his request. She gave a furtive glance out the window. The truck
lay off the dark road, facing the patch of ice they’d hit. Giving Zach the oral
pleasure he craved while parked on the side of the road where anyone could happen
upon them had her body trilling and her blood pounding.

“Well, what do you say, Bea? Care for dessert? I don’t think
I can wait to get you back to my house.”

Either the adrenaline rush from the accident or his desire
for her caused a warm pleasure to surround her heart. She scrambled down the
seat to unzip his jeans.

His hard cock burst forward, making her thankful he didn’t
wear underwear. She loved that she could stroke him without wrestling with more
clothing. Tilting the tip toward her lips, she flicked it with her tongue.

His arm tightened on her waist as he growled. “Don’t tease,
woman. I’ve been good all night, except that kiss in front of your mom and that
was only because I wanted inside you so bad. Take me into that sweet mouth of
yours. Now.”

The desperate need in his voice echoed through his cock as
it jumped in her hand. She grasped it hard, sucking the length, surrounding it
with a gentle pressure. She stroked it with her tongue and at his moan, her
pussy swelled. His need for her was addictive.

She moved her mouth up and down the hard, silken shaft as if
she had all the time in the world. He tasted clean and salty as her tongue
found the pre-cum at the top. His texture was smooth with small bumps tracing
his veins. She craved the taut ridges of his rock-hard cock. She moaned in
pleasure as her labia swelled, making her jeans feel confining.

Zach’s hand buried into the hair at the back of her head. “I
want to take you right here in the middle of the road. You’re so hot. But I
doubt I could keep from ripping your clothes apart.”

She squeaked as she imagined the reckless image of him
tearing her shirt from her body and she increased her pace.

Zach’s hand in her hair stopped her. “Bea, I need you to zip
me up and slowly put your head on my shoulder.”

She started to lift her head, but his hand kept her low. Her
need to taste his cum clawed at her and she couldn’t help the whine in her
voice. “Why?”

“We have company.”

She groaned and tried to breathe slower. Regretfully, she
forced his hard cock under the denim and zipped him.

His hand moved to her back as she sat enough to lay her head
on his shoulder. He held her close as the glare of a flashlight reflected off
the side-view mirror.

He lowered the window.

Light shined into the truck. “Are you folks okay?”

Zach took a deep breath and looked at the police officer.
“We are now. Just a little shaken. I hit a patch of black ice.”

The flashlight moved to shine on the road and Bea sat up to
look. Sure enough, the entire road on a decline with a bend was covered in the
stuff. What luck.

The officer turned back and the flashlight lit her face,
causing her to squint.

“Bea?”

She nodded. “Yes. Who are you?”

“It’s me, Christopher Ledoux.”

Bea released a nervous laugh. Great, just what she needed,
the guy who wanted to date her in high school and still did. Could the evening
get any worse? “Hi, Chris, could you move that light a bit?”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Are you all right?”

She could already hear the protective macho voice coming
into play. Could the man not see she was in the capable hands of a sexy hunk?
“Yes, just scared there for a moment, but we’re fine. This is Zach Woodman.”

Chris nodded and looked at Zach, but spoke to her. “You were
at your mother’s. You didn’t eat any of her brownies, did you?”

She smiled, though she doubted it reached her eyes. “Come
on, Chris, we know better than that.” Let him think Zach was a longtime
relationship. Maybe he’d take the hint.

Chris stared. “Yeah, okay.”

Zach tensed beneath her. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to try
pulling back on the road. Could you wait and make sure we don’t need a tow?”

The flashlight swung to Zach’s face before taking a measured
swing through the cab of the truck. Thankful she had managed to zip Zach’s
jeans, Bea dared not check to see if Chris’ appearance had any impact on Zach’s
ardor.

Chris shined the light on her. “Okay, I’ll wait. Glad you’re
okay, Bea.”

“Thanks for checking on us, Chris.”

He tapped the door twice. “That’s my job.”

As Chris moved back to his patrol car, Zach put the window
up. “Ex-lover?” His tone was colder than the black ice they’d skidded across.

Bea pulled away and glared at him. “No. He would like to be,
but I’ve been turning him down as far back as high school.”

Zach faced her, his voice anything but contrite. “I’m sorry.
It’s none of my business.”

She peered at him, but his eyes were in shadow thanks to the
bright police car lights. She wished she knew what he thought. “That’s true,
but I’ll forgive you this time. Next time, I won’t be so easy.”

Zach didn’t react. He just put the truck into four-wheel
drive. The vehicle crawled onto the road, fishtailing as he coaxed it toward
the dry asphalt. Finally, the tires found traction.

He brought the window down as he pulled next to Chris’
patrol car. “Thanks. Looks like we’re good.”

Chris nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but Zach waved
and hit the gas.

Bea relaxed against the seat. “Wow, that was close.”

Zach’s jaw was rigid as he remained silent. Was he angry or
horny?

She glanced at his lap and her cheeks warmed. She had loved
sucking on his cock before Chris arrived. “I’m glad you saw him pull up. That
could have been embarrassing.”

He turned, his gaze raking over her in the dim light of the
interior.

Her breath caught. Horny. He was definitely horny. She laid
her hand on his thigh.

The muscle under her hand tensed, but he didn’t speak. At
the intersection, he turned and passed the Wrenborough Depot.

She watched the building go by and dared a peek. “Zach?” She
couldn’t help the meekness of her voice. “My car is back there.”

His jaw moved, barely. “Yeah, I know.”

She studied his profile. “Then how am I going to get it?”

His hands opened and closed around the steering wheel.
“You’re not. We’re going to your place so we can finish what we started. It’s
closer.”

At his words, erotic tingles slithered across her skin and
the imp in her moved her hand to slide between his legs. “How do you know it’s
closer?”

His voice was tight. “It’s in Meriden, right, not far from
the inns?”

“Yes.” Wow, good memory.

He pierced her with a possessive look. “Or if you like, I
can pull down the next dirt road and we can do this in my truck.”

Her heart sped up to meet the heat of her flesh. He seemed
ready to jump her and in a way she wanted him to, but she’d already seen where
that got her. “No, my place is fine.”

He brought his attention back to the road. “Then you better
remove your hand.”

Zach took a cursory look at the small apartment filled with
a profusion of plants. The local cop had followed them, though he doubted Bea
realized it.

Mine.
The command filled his head, leaving just
enough space for the lust claiming him. He pulled her into his embrace.

Her quiet gasp inflamed him. He took her mouth in a searing
kiss while he cupped her ass, forcing her hips into his granite-hard erection.

She melted, her arms wrapping around his neck as her tongue
mated with his.

His heart raced and a clawing need built for the willing
woman in his arms. He pulled away, tugging on her shirt. “Off.”

She complied, revealing her smooth white breasts beneath a
white satin bra.

“You too,” she said in a husky voice that strained his
control.

Zach undid the top button of his shirt, whipped it over his
head and threw it on the table behind him. He unbuttoned his jeans and let his
cock breathe. It helped him gain a semblance of control over his raging need to
claim her. He growled. “Everything.”

Her eyebrows rose, but she licked her lips.

Zach’s gut clenched. This sexually alive, yet somehow naïve
woman was his for the taking, and he would take her. Triumph, pure and
exhilarating, surged through him, tightening his muscles in anticipation.

She stood before him naked, her stance uncertain, but her
nipples hard and begging for his attention. Kicking off his boots without
removing his gaze from her ripe body, he stepped from his jeans and crowded
close to her, but didn’t touch, leaving a mere inch between them. Her soft,
short breaths brushed against his neck as the hair on his chest strained to
feel the rosy, hard nubs of her breasts. He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent
of musky readiness and tangy body perfume. His need climbed and strained
against his inaction. Oh shit. Bending over, he retrieved his wallet and pulled
out the condom he’d stashed there.

She shivered.

His body tensed, muscles ready. Giving her no warning, he
scooped her into his arms. Her softness satisfied his skin’s immediate craving,
but his desire for absolute mastery of her climbed. “Bed?”

She pointed with a shaky finger and a smile of pure
invitation.

He groaned silently as he strode to her bedroom, thankful
for the smallness of the apartment. He wanted this woman, now. A streetlight
across the road gave the room enough brightness to see. He placed her on the
bed, covered her with his body and nudged her legs apart, unable to resist the need
to feel her all at once. But he didn’t enter her.

Her eyes widened before she moved against him, wrapping her
long legs around his.

He reveled in her soft skin and luscious curves, wondering
again how he could be so lucky, but at the same time not caring. He took her
mouth, exploring its hills and valleys, her fine white teeth and the texture of
her tongue. She tasted of wine and sex, and way too good.

Bea moaned.

The sound sent a vibration speeding across his skin, telling
him to take her. He broke the kiss and held her head in place so he could
explore her neck, licking the pulse he found there. His cock throbbed in time
to the beat of her blood as he left that spot to taste the breasts that begged
for his attention.

She grasped his head as he swirled his tongue around a pink
nipple and her fingers dug into his hair. Her tight, desperate hold sent
victory racing through his veins, allowing him more control. He nibbled at the
hard peak, scraping his teeth across the very tip, obeying an inner command to
give her more pleasure than she’d ever known before.

She let go and tried to wiggle her hands between their
chests.

He reacted immediately. Not tonight. Tonight he controlled
who gave and who took. He caught her hands together and pushed them above her
head. “No touching. I’m going to pleasure you and then thrust my cock into your
thick, warm pussy and make you mine. And you’re going to let me.”

Her eyes opened wide as her breath hitched. She nodded once,
her gaze centered on his, her pulse beating a tattoo against her skin. She
leaked a warm wetness onto his thigh where it rested between her legs.

Her heightened excitement had him drawing deep breaths to
control his raging need to conquer. He looked around the room for something,
anything to restrain her. The need to claim her, make her his, pushed his own
heart faster. His gaze fell on the belt of a robe hanging on the back of a
dressing table chair. He lifted himself from her and grabbed the silken tie.

Her brow knit. “Zach?”

“Yes?” He knelt upon the bed, smoothed her arms above her
head and tied her wrists. He watched a shiver of anticipation pass over her
body.

She wiggled, testing the bonds around her wrists, drawing
his gaze to the full length of her as she crossed her legs demurely. “You make
me so hot, I’m almost embarrassed.”

At her words, he brought his gaze back to her face,
surprised to see a blush creeping from her neck to her cheeks. She was
incredible, an innocent sex goddess all his own. He tied the other end of the
silk to the latticework in the maple headboard.

Zach sat back and stared. “Beautiful. Open your legs. I want
to see your pussy. I love how wet you are for me.”

Bea’s breathing shortened, but she obeyed. Her legs fell
open, revealing the sheen of moisture between her thighs where her thick folds
begged to be spread.

His cock jumped in anticipation. His blood pumped downward,
leaving but one overwhelming thought behind.
Mine.
This woman had him
acting the caveman. He’d feel guilty if she wasn’t so turned-on by it.

He smirked with that knowledge as a sense of utter dominance
filled his psyche. He lay beside her and leaned on his elbow. Using his finger,
he chased lazy circles around her hardened nipples. The sight of the puckered
skin filled him with confidence. She was perfect for him.

Bea squirmed. “Zach, please.”

He stopped, lifting his brows. “Please what?”

She groaned and closed her eyes. “I need you.”

“Really?” He took his finger away and because he could,
without warning, he buried it inside her dripping pussy.

Her body jerked up to meet his hand. “Oh God.”

The hot wetness surrounding his finger nearly undid him. He
palmed her pelvis and pressed her to stillness as he took a nipple into his
mouth and sucked. Her racing pulse beat against his hand, causing his own
control to waver and his cock grew painfully hard. The tightening of her slick
vagina around his finger urged him to let go even as he ground his cock against
her hip.

She bucked as a frustrated moan passed her reddened lips.

He lifted his head. “Whoa there. You’ll throw me off the
bed.”

Bea opened her eyes. Her desire starkly visible, desire and
determination. “Take me, Zach.”

At her words, pre-cum leaked from his cock. His control
slipped another notch. Hell, he would have to explore the restraining game
another time. Pulling his finger from her pussy, he sat up. Running his hands
over the blanket, he found the condom, opened it and snugged it on, but even
that slight pressure brought him closer to his orgasm. Quickly, he pushed Bea’s
legs toward the ceiling, resting her ankles against his shoulders. He set his
cock at the entrance to her tight, wet opening, his head spreading her moist
folds. He paused, teasing them both.

Bea panted as she stared at him. “Take…me.”

“Mine.” Zach eased inside. Deeper and deeper he pushed, her
warmth surrounding him, sucking him. His cock wanted more, all of her. He
brought himself down onto his elbows, forcing Bea’s legs farther toward her
head, tipping her pelvis until his cock slid to the hilt and touched her limit.

“Oh yes,” she whispered. “Take me, Zach. Make me yours.”

Exactly what the Neanderthal inside him needed to hear. With
a growl, he pulled out and rocked back into her.

Her pussy tightened at his exit. He pushed his way back in,
his balls slapping against her ass, his arm and leg muscles screaming for
conquest. The adrenaline and friction added to the pulsing sensations spreading
through his body. With each thrust he made, his brain said she was his. Faster,
he pumped as her whimpers of need changed to small cries of pleasure. Grasping a
nipple into his mouth, he tugged hard.

Bea shrieked as her climax took hold.

He stiffened. Her pussy greedily sucked at his moving cock,
pulling his own orgasm from him against his will even as his mouth pulled at
her breast. His balls pulsed and he came deep inside her. His release sent
pleasure reverberating through his body, wringing him out even as he branded
her his. Her nipple slid from his mouth and he collapsed, barely holding his
chest above her so he didn’t suffocate her.

Bea’s cries dwindled to soft whimpers and heavy breathing.

He lifted his head. “Bea?”

“Hmm.”

“Open your eyes, beautiful.”

She did.

“You’re mine.” The words felt carved in granite.

A shiver ran through her body. “Definitely.”

He rolled off her and reached to untie her hands, but she
stopped him. “Wait.”

He looked down. “Yes?”

“I don’t mind being tied.”

Zach closed his gaping mouth, her implication clear. Could
she read his mind? Or maybe she was attuned to his hardening cock. “Then tied
you’ll be.”

Bea moved her gaze from his face to his cock, where his
protection was in tatters, a common sight for her “Um, I think there was a
problem with your condom.”

“My condom?” He looked down. “Shit! I’ve never seen anything
like that. It looks like it was dipped in acid or something.” His gaze returned
to hers. “It must have been old. But don’t worry. I’ve been tested and I’m
fine, but what about…?”

“Me? I’ve been tested as well. I could show you my results,
but they’re in my purse and,” she looked up toward her wrists, “I’m a little
tied up at the moment.”

His brow remained furrowed. “But what about getting
pregnant?”

Bea looked away. “We don’t have to worry about that.” How
could she tell him that having his child would be a dream come true but
impossible? Her poisons not only destroyed condoms, they destroyed all sexual
diseases, and unfortunately, all semen.

Zach moved off the bed. “I better get this mess off me.
Bathroom?”

“Over there.” She nodded to her left.

“Thanks. Don’t start again without me.”

She rolled her eyes as he turned and entered her bathroom,
his ass making her itch to touch it, but her tied hands reminded her that
wouldn’t happen soon. What had she been thinking? If he made love to her again,
it would be however he wanted. The thought sent a warm glow through her body.
But she couldn’t orgasm on him again. She really didn’t want to make him sick
and he’d already had one dose of her.

The running water in the bathroom stopped. Damn, she had to
think of something fast. She gave a tug on her bonds, but they weren’t moving.

He strode back to the side of the bed and stared.

She enjoyed the light as it bathed his body in an orange
glow. As she studied him, his cock moved, already semi-hard.

She licked her lips in anticipation. That’s what she wanted.
“May I make a request?”

He appeared to think about it. “I guess one request of the
prisoner is allowed.”

“Can I suck you again?”

His lips tightened. His cock jumped. “Absolutely.”

Zach was on the bed and positioned across her chest, his
cock head in front of her lips in under three seconds.

His quick acquiescence had her grinning inside. She
enveloped the shaft with her mouth and sucked hard, the clean stiffness causing
her to moan with pleasure.

“Hold on there.” He grabbed her jaw. “There’s no rush.”

She pouted as she released him. “But I want it.”

“Hmmm, maybe if you’re good, you can lick it.”

She stuck out her tongue. She could make him come this way
and save him from another of her orgasms.

He moved his cock parallel to her face.

Slowly, what she hoped was sensuously, she licked the underside,
marveling at how fast his balls tightened.

He pulled away.

She tried to reach him, but her tied hands prevented her
from contact. Cocking her head, she looked at him in question.

Zach stroked her hair off her shoulders and cupped her face.
“You are beautiful.”

She returned her gaze to his cock. “So are you.”

She felt his chuckle before he climbed off her.

A shiver of panic ran up her spine. “Where are you going?”

He strode to the window. “Nowhere.”

Her body craved him again, but she couldn’t let him inside
her. She had to gain control. She shrugged to release the mild strain from
having her arms tied above her head. What an idiot. How could she gain control
when she’d practically begged him to keep her tied to the bed?

She watched as he switched on the lamps on either side of
her. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see your beauty in brighter light. It seems as if
we are always in shadows.”

A thrill sliced through her stomach at the image of him
studying her in her most private, throbbing place. Did he mean…

The bed dipped as he knelt between her legs. He stroked the
inside of her thighs. “You’re very flexible. I like that.”

She concentrated on breathing, wondering when those fingers
would move up. “I took ballet when I was little. Guess that helped.”

He smoothed his hands around her knees and down to her
ankles.

Despite her attempt at control, her breaths increased when
he lifted her legs in the air.

Zach gazed at her limbs as if they were a work of art. “Bend
your knees.”

She did as she was told, which made her wide open to his
gaze. His face was tense with hunger as he stared, causing tingles of
anticipation to race through her veins. Moisture seeped from her pussy.