Chapter Nine

It's still early morning when we reach the hot springs. I'm grateful the hike didn't take as long as yesterday. When I mention to Az how sore I am, he gives me an apologetic look.

He made our hike purposely long yesterday, didn't he? That bastard.

I dip down and grab a handful of snow, rolling it into a quick ball. I toss it at Az, and it hits him square in the chest. He rolls his eyes and points to the hot springs, mumbling for me to hurry up and take my bath.

I chuckle as I strip off my clothes. Once I'm naked, I jump into the nearest of a dozen or so terraced pools.

"Ow! Ow! Hot!" I yelp as all my skin underneath the water turns a bright lobster red. My body burns and yet it also feels so good. I sink lower into the water.

"What part of hot springs don't you understand?" Az asks as he picks my clothes off the ground and folds them neatly, setting it away from the splash zone behind a rock. I watch him as he strips naked as well and sets his folded clothes next to mine. I avert my gaze as soon as I catch a glimpse of his semi-hard cock. The golden veins are glimmering but not as bright as they were last night. I'm just guessing here, but I imagine the glow is directly correlated with how turned on he is.

But I'm not worried about that right now. I knew it was big, but I think because of all the sex hormones swimming in my brain last night, I didn't fully grasp what I was signing up for when I made the bargain.

My whole body tightens with panic. Can I do this? I can do this, right? Women are built to stretch down there. Plus, he's a doctor. Hopefully, he can mend me if anything happens.

"Everything okay?" he asks, settling in next to me on the seat carved into the side.

"Mmmhmm." I nod my head quickly, unable to make any sound besides hums and squeaks.

Once we're settled in the water, we take turns washing each other with the bar of soap he brought. It's biodegradable, so it won't leave any residue for the next visitor. Another new sexual fantasy is unlocked as Az delicately washes every inch of my skin, including rubbing his fingers between my legs, turning me on enough that I forget how big he really is, and I'm ready to jump on him and ride him into the sunset.

As a compromise, I sit on his lap, my back to his front, and let out a little whimper as he brushes my clit. When he pulls away at the last minute, I peer over my shoulder and pout at him. "You promised you would stop being mean." He's such a fucking tease. Every time I squirm, his hard cock bumps against my ass.

"No," he corrects. "I apologized for being rude. I didn't say anything about improving my behavior." He spends extra attention washing my lower stomach, the insides of my thighs, basically anywhere but where I want him most.

I arch back and rub his cock between the cleft of my cheeks. Az groans in my ear.

That's for making the hike unnecessarily long yesterday, you azzhole.

He freezes as I unabashedly grind myself on his cock. The water is hot, too hot, my blood is boiling, and I feel a little lightheaded, but I don't care. This right here is worth passing out for.

He drops the soap in the water and digs his fingers into my hips. I can't tell if he wants me to slow down or grind faster. "Holly," he growls in my ear.

"I'm ready to make good on that bargain," I say. My voice is so husky, I hardly recognize it. Actually, I don't recognize myself at the moment. Has an alien parasite invaded my prefrontal cortex? Because this is not normal Holly behavior. I am not a exhibitionist. I'm the opposite actually, because I can only orgasm under the right circumstances, which usually include a vibrator in a pitch-black room and noise-canceling headphones. Regular Holly would never have sex in the middle of the woods. Too many variables.

A hiker could accidentally stumble upon us (it's too cold for anyone in their right mind to be hiking in these woods).

A bear could find us (though most of them should be hibernating, and if not, Az would have no problem protecting me).

I could get frostbite if any skin is exposed to the cold air for too long (thank heavens for this hot spring!).

But you know what? I'm on vacation, dammit. I'm giving myself permission to stop worrying and just fucking relax.

I turn in the water to face Az, straddling his hips. He stares at me through hooded eyes as his lips part. It's been lightly snowing all morning, and there are a few snowflakes stuck to his thick eyebrows and long, black eyelashes. I continue to grind against him, making small splashing noises in the water with my movements. Az hasn't answered me yet. He tips his head back, exposing the thick lines of his neck, his face the image of pure ecstasy. I wonder if I could get him off simply by dragging myself on his shaft. It definitely feels good, just not enough friction in the right place to get me off. That's okay though. I just enjoy watching Az unravel before my very eyes.

I grip his shoulders for stability as I adjust my position. I hover over him as I reach down between us, grasping the head of his cock so it lines up at my entrance. Az snaps out of whatever lust-haze he'd fallen into and leans forward to bite my neck. I gasp at the sudden pain, but he licks the sharpness away with his tongue.

"I want to fuck you," he growls into my neck, "but we need to take it slow. I don't want to hurt you." The way he grits out the words makes me realize he's holding himself back, and I can't help but smile that even when this demon is in the throes of passion, my safety is his number one concern.

His nails dig deeper into my hips as I slowly lower myself over his head. It's tight. Too tight, but from this angle, I can control how much I take and when to stop. I slow down my breaths as my heart pounds in my chest. It feels so good, so fucking good, but the burn slows down my pace.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs. His hands shift to cup my buttocks, supporting my weight and trembling legs.

I sink down a little deeper and a pathetic little whimper escapes my lips. It still burns, but the warm water helps soothe the pain. I start to feel my internal muscles spasm around his cock as the burn heightens my pleasure.

The water may be hot, but it's nothing compared to Az's cock blazing inside of me. My eyes are still closed, but white spots begin to appear in the corner of my eyes. My head suddenly feels light—too light. I dig my fingers into the meat of his strong shoulders, refusing to let anything stop me from this divine torture. Not even my body's stupid blood pressure. We haven't even started, and I can already say this is the best sex I've had in, well, ever. I'm not going to let the fact my wimpy body can't regulate my core temperature stop me—

"Holly." Az sounds pained. He moves his hand to cup my cheek. I open my eyes to look at him. "You're looking pale, sweetheart. Let's take a break."

I whimper pathetically and refuse to move. I look down into the water between us and let out a small moan. The image of his cock—I only made it past the head—between my legs, stretching me obscenely wide, is so erotic and delicious my core gushes with liquid heat. I always thought the saying "rearrange my insides" was just a joke, but considering our size difference,he's going to toss my insides like lettuce in a salad spinner.

"Holly,"Az growls with more force as I sink down a millimeter more. "You're pale. I'm not going to have you pass out while I'm inside you. Water is not good lube," he adds as if he's trying to convince himself why we shouldn't do this now.

I yelp as he lifts me off and places me on the rocky edge, my ass landing in a pile of snow. My skin is so beet red from the water, the cold ground feels good.

"This will hold over that needy little cunt of yours until we make it back to the cabin," he says with a frustrated edge to his voice. Before I can ask him what he means, he opens my hips wide and positions himself right between my legs. Az dips his head between them, and I grab onto his horns as he drags his tongue between my slit.

"You are so sweet," Az growls against my skin. "I shouldn't be surprised, but you taste so fucking good." He glances up at me with those dark, hungry eyes and my breasts turn heavy. I still can't believe the absolute one-eighty this trip has been. Being scammed by my cabin rental. Almost being killed by an avalanche. It was the worst vacation of my life that turned out to be the best. All because of this sexy demon I have trapped between my legs.

I grip his horns harder as his tongue plays with my clit, lashing it with firmer strokes. I close my eyes as my body starts to clench, and I begin seeing spots in the corners of my eyes again.

"Az, I'm going to—" is all I get out before I fall. My pleasure crashes over me, causing my body to thrash and writhe. Az anchors me to the ground with his hands on my thighs as he continues to lick between my legs, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a trembling, weeping mess of pure bliss in front of him.

He picks me up and I slump into his neck; his skin smelling like salt and sulfur.

"Are we going back to the cabin now?" I ask in a sleepy voice. Az doesn't even bother putting clothes on. His body heat is keeping me warm, and the cabin is only a mile away, which isn't too far if Az is carrying us.

It isn't until we've reached the cabin that I realize we've forgotten all my clothes at the hot springs. Oh well. We have plenty of time to get it later.