Page 10 of Ivy’s Poison

Trembling with need, I swallowed down desperation, but I knew she could still hear it when I said, “Needed. Not needed but—”

It was hard to surrender even more power to her, yet I couldn’t stop myself. And there was no point. She already knew. Ivy smirked while tugging down my jeans just enough to set my erection free. “Keep the knife at my throat. It’s making me wet.”

My vision blurred, so I blinked a couple of times as I sank back against the wall to control my swaying. “Did you drug me again?”

Her giggle was from heaven. Straight up fucking heaven. “No. I think you’re so hard you may pass out.”

With the hand not holding a weapon to her perfect skin, I affectionately fisted her hair. I was suddenly such a sap, and whispered, “Babe, I’ve imagined this moment so many times.”

Smiling as if I’d just spoke some romantic shit, the crazy bitch opened her mouth. That’s it. Opened her fucking mouth as if daring me to slip into my dream.

Lost for air—and common sense—and because I was propped against the wall to not fall on my ass, I slightly pulled on her head to set my tip onto that luscious wet tongue. I couldn’t seem to do more than that because I was already so close to blowing a load. I hissed as her pink tongue slowly reached up to take a lick. The sensation had me feeling suddenly so weak I started to drop the knife.

Light flashed before my eyes as her hand suddenly had a vice grip on my balls through my jeans. Like a bitch, I cried out and returned the knife back to her fair skin. As a reward, her mouth circled around my harder than ever erection. My head fell forward as the warmth consumed me and her grasp eased slightly on my sack. A guttural moan escaped me as she gradually moved her head back, her mouth doing such an incredibly strong pull I could feel the skin on my dick stretch.

With my heavy body stuck to the wall, I tried to warn her, “N-Not going… to last—” Her mouth slammed back to my pelvis and took me whole. I could feel my face wince with immense pleasure. “Ah shit.”

My eyes peeled wide as saucers as her teeth scraped slowly down my shaft. Trapped between being horrified and irrevocably aroused, I begged, “Don’t bite. Please don’t bite.” She didn’t. She only teased the sensitive skin, further turning me on. And then, as if to prove who had complete control—not the dumbass with a knife at her jugular—she began to expertly work my shaft like a machine. Up and down, so fast, I had to move the knife. I simply didn’t have the brain cells available to control my body, and I refused to hurt her, even if it meant my balls being crushed by her sweet—deadly—hand.

When I numbly dropped the weapon, preparing for her to pulverize me in punishment, I was shocked that she released my balls to double fist my hips. With a firm hold, she pulled on me to have leverage so her mouth could fuck me like no other. All I could do was mumble inaudible words like, “Ah shit… Damnit…” as her lips owned every part of my manhood.

Before the night went straight to hell, Ivy took possession of my soul. What can I say? I warned that I had a thing for blowjobs. Therefore, I didn’t see the betrayal coming.

Bors

Five one-hundred-dollar bills laid on the hotel’s dresser while Ivy and I lay naked on the queen-sized bed. The room was terribly small and overcrowded with a lounge chair and a table with two more chairs, but I didn’t give two shits. Another calm had taken over my usually tense self. I started to realize it wasn’t the orgasms that calmed me. Her being at ease made me follow suit. It felt natural to feed off her like that. She didn’t cower when I entered a room. She did the opposite. She lit up when I was with her. That made her a magnetic source to me.

Under the blankets, we faced each other, Ivy in my arms. We had fucked again, and I had made her come more times than I could remember. Both sated, we finally had time to talk.

Affectionately, her slender finger ran down my nose. “What nationality are you?”

I smirked, knowing my darker skin could mislead people, making them not sure if I was mixed or not. “Can’t reveal more than you already know about me.”

“Why so secretive?”

“Safer that way.” When Ivy let down her strong exterior, she was quite beautiful. There was a glow to her. I didn’t want anyone to keep robbing her of that light. I hoped someone could intervene. Even though Ivy brought me immense peace in such a short amount of time, I wasn’t changing my rules. No relationships.

“Is your mom still in the picture?”

Her finger ran along my jawline. “No, and I don’t remember her ever being there. The story is she moved back to Ireland after I was born.”

Assuming Ivy was most likely kept from club business, I only commented the obvious, “Your dad being who he is, I’m surprised he let her go.”

“Just a story, Champ.” She tapped my cheek. “I will most likely never know the truth… or where he buried her.”

I exhaled. She knew exactly the kind she was involved with. “Not afraid to tell me about the club?”

“Maybe I’m hoping you’ll be my knight in shining armor.”

“You need to be rescued, babe?”

She chuckled while rolling her eyes. “Only from myself.”

A warmth crossed my chest when she smiled, even if it was to cover a lie. The deceit made me feel like we had much in common. “No wonder we get along so well.”

She teased, “Is that what our twisted relationship is? Getting along?”

I lost my smile. I had every intention of never seeing her again.