The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance (15 page)

Nik knew that what Terra needed right
now was an orgasm—as quickly as possible. There would be time later
for leisurely lovemaking, but right now she needed relief from the
stress that had built up over the last few days. He could feel the
tension in her taut body. Keeping his mouth on her, he slid down
until he was on his back, with her straddling his face.

She gripped his hair with both hands
as she squatted on him, keeping herself lifted so as not to smother
him. As his tongue darted inside her, his hand reached around her
upper thigh. His fingers quickly found the spot and began massaging
her. He began a steady rhythm, increasing it slowly as she torqued
on him. Waves of vibrations began to ripple through her, starting
at her groin and going all the way up her spine. She closed her
eyes and began making a whining sound, trying not to yell
out.

“Ahhhh!
” She couldn’t help it.
Her head dropped back as the orgasm jolted her with hard spasms,
one after another. Nik pulled her down harder, cupping her with his
whole mouth. He could feel her contractions, quivering against his
lips and tongue. Her legs shook against his shoulders. Her orgasm
continued to roll through her in fits as he rubbed his hand up her
back. Finally, her body began to settle down as the orgasm slowly
receded.

Terra lifted herself off, her breath
still heaving, and sat on his chest. As she caught her breath, she
ran her fingers over his lips and face, tracing them with her
fingertips. He was breathing deep, his chest lifting and lowering
her. She turned around and looked. He was enormous—full and ridged,
standing straight up. She knew he needed relief as much as she did.
She also knew they didn’t have much time.

Twisting around, she placed both hands
at the base of him. It felt thick and heavy. Ropey veins twisted up
the shaft. The head strained up, engorged and nearly purple, as if
ready to explode. She loved the feeling of holding him like
this—like she had the source of all his masculine power contained
in her grasp. She ran her hands gently up and down, lightly
stroking. His skin was soft, contrasting with the rock hard feeling
underneath. She covered the head with her hands, then slowly
stroked down with a light touch, until she had one hand around the
base and the other cupping his soft balls. She felt him twitch as
he arched his back.

Terra looked up and saw the cup of
olive oil on the table. She reached up and put her hand in the cup,
wetting it with oil to her wrist. She repositioned herself so she
was facing him, crouched between his knees. She could see the
strain on his face. His muscles were tense, causing his abdominal
muscles to ripple in ridges and waves. His stomach pulled in and
out with his quick breathing. Terra realized, with a devious,
delicious sense of power, that her man desperately needed to
come.

Nik looked down the length of his body
at her. She rubbed her hands together, slathering them in olive
oil. Cupping her hands, she squeezed, allowing the oil to drip down
his shaft. The oil dribbling all the way down. She slowly slid her
hands down his length. She looked up at him as she put her mouth on
him. Using both hands, she stroked his shaft up and down as she
sucked. She flicked her tongue over and around the head, teasing
him with a playful smile before taking him deep in her mouth again.
He was so hard she felt him throbbing in her hands. His body
started to torque and twist. She’d never felt him progress so
quickly.

She took her mouth off him. “Come for
me, baby,” she said. She leaned over and pushed one hand down his
shaft, squeezing hard, and with her other hand gently squeezed his
balls. She put her mouth on him again and pushed down as far as she
could take him. She pumped his shaft with quick strokes.

There was a rattling sound—then
banging—the door at the top of the stairs. Nik’s dad was on the
other side, shouting in Greek. Nik’s body contracted hard, as if
shocked. Terra felt him spasm, contracting in her hand. Then
powerful, hot bursts filled her mouth, as Nik’s dad continued
pounding on the door.

Chapter 6

They had to dress quickly. Terra didn’t even have time to
wash off the olive oil that was all over her hands. Nik’s dad
apologized, saying the old door sometimes locks by itself. Nik and
Terra exchanged grateful glances.

After another half hour of touring the
factory, including a live demonstration of the centrifuge that
separates the oil, they were able to politely escape and go back to
the house. They managed to sneak back in unnoticed. They had to go
in through a servants’ entrance, then wait like thieves for the
coast to clear before making a mad dash to one of the upstairs
bedrooms. They picked the first bedroom because it was closest. And
empty. They waited in the bathroom, panting, listening carefully.
Nobody followed them. They stripped their clothes off and got in
the shower together, eager to clean off the olive oil that seemed
to have made its way everywhere.

The large shower had multiple
settings. Nik set it so water came from the rain-tree head above
and from multiple jets that came out of the walls. Terra tipped her
head back under the overhead stream as the side jets ensconced them
in a cocoon of hot water. Nik ran the soap over Terra’s breasts and
belly as she leaned back, relishing the combined feeling of the
water and the touch of his strong hands.

He turned her around, switching places
with her, and soaped her back. He slid his hands over her shoulders
and massaged her neck. Overcome with how good it felt, Terra prayed
nobody would come bursting in. She hoped that at least bathrooms
were off limits.

Terra felt a shiver as Nik’s hand slid
around her front, cupping her breast. His fingers rubbed around her
nipple, squeezing and kneading before moving to her other breast.
His other hand slid between her legs. He trailed a finger along her
slit, causing a quiver to ripple through her. She felt his erection
pressing against her lower back. Rubbing her gently, he slipped his
finger inside.

Terra's head tilted back as she arched
against him. Kissing her neck as he cupped her crotch with his
hand, he lifted her up with his strong arm. Her slick, soapy back
slid up along the front of his body. His finger reached deeper
inside of her, pressing and flicking against her inner walls,
causing her to gulp air in hiccups of breath.

“Dare we?” he asked as his other hand
moved up from her breasts, sliding along her throat and cupping her
chin. His finger hooked the inside of her mouth as he bit her
earlobe.

“We do,” she said, feeling his hot
breath in her ear. Still suspended on his hand, he turned her so
she faced him. “Unless you think someone’s going to come barging in
here,” she said, so turned on she wasn’t sure anything could stop
her. She kissed him, not waiting for a response. The hot water ran
over and between them, enveloping them in steam, as they locked in
a deep kiss. She had both hands over his face. The tips of her toes
grazed the shower floor. He flicked his finger inside her. She
moved her hips in a circle as she pushed her weight down on his
hand, pushing his finger deeper.

They were both at the point of no
return—it wouldn’t have mattered if the house was on fire. He
lowered her and she quickly turned around, reaching forward and
putting her hands against the facing wall. She pushed back toward
him. His hands slid over her hips as soap slipped down the crack of
her butt.

He let out a long, low groan, an
animal-like sound. It was the sound he made when he was going to
fuck her—to take her in the way she loved—selfish, greedy, and
consumed with hunger. When his desire for her went beyond polite
consideration, and into a powerful, masculine need to
dominate.

She felt his erection pressing against
her butt. Feeling him firm against her drove her crazy. Her want
was now a desperate need. She moved her legs farther apart and
dropped her lower back. He pushed his hands up the length of her
back and grabbed a hand full of her hair.

She felt him against her opening. A
tingle of anticipation shot through her. He pushed part way in and
paused. His moan was now a guttural growl, louder than the sound of
the water. He pulled out slightly, then tightened his grip on her
hair, which pulled her head back slightly. His other hand grabbed
her hip as he pushed in all the way, his hips meeting her butt. She
felt the fullness of his deep penetration, and made a silent vow to
never again go so long without feeling this.

He began moving in her in long, deep
thrusts. His moaning and growls turned to grunts as he thrust
harder. She loved these sounds he made, knowing it was her that
drove him to this ecstasy.

Terra leaned all the way down so her
hands were nearly touching the floor of the shower. Her knees bent
as he thrust harder.

Together, they dropped lower until she
was on her knees with her forehead on the shower floor, the water
sloshing her hair around. He was on his knees behind her, now with
both hands on her hips. He was moving into her so fast he was
smacking against her, making loud slapping sounds. Her whole groin
area tingled, with warm bursts running through her legs and back.
Her body tensed, close to orgasm. She could tell by the sounds he
made that he was close as well. She wanted to feel them orgasm
together.

As the tension in her reached a
tipping point, he stopped. He pulled out slowly. With one hand on
her hip and the other holding himself, he pressed the head his cock
against her clit. She felt new warm waves of pleasure roll through
her. He began rubbing in circles. Her orgasm built up again, as if
from vibrating layers, one stacked on top of the other.

As he took the pressure off, he slid a
hand around and under her hips. She felt him push back inside her.
At the same time, he pressed her most sensitive spot with his
finger tips. He thrust all the way into her and stopped. He
vibrated his fingers. It tipped her over the edge—the orgasm
gripped her, causing her body to jolt. Deep inside, she felt him
quiver. His upper thighs shook against her butt. She felt him
spasm, releasing as he cried out. Her own voice joined his as her
orgasm reached its peak, shimmering waves pulsing through her,
enveloping her in warm, vibrating rings of pleasure.

Chapter 7

Afterward, they took their time toweling off, feeling relaxed
and satisfied. They felt like they’d gotten away with something,
and wanted to extend their time alone as much as they could. They
were in no hurry to jump back into the maelstrom of Nik’s
family.

Thoroughly fucked
. Terra smiled
to herself. She’d heard someone say that in college and thought it
terribly crass, but the girl that said it had an expression on her
face that Terra secretly envied. Catching a glance of herself in
the mirror as she toweled off, she saw that expression on her face
now. Naughty. Bad. Well, maybe. But, oh so good. Her body felt
fully satiated.
Thoroughly fucked.

Nikky-Nik!
A voice from the
hallway snapped Terra out of her bliss. Terra knew it was
Arteus—the only one that called Nik that. She also knew that Arteus
was very persistent.

Nik sighed, knowing they were about to
be discovered. He wrapped a towel around his waist and gathering up
his clothes. “I’ll go see what Arteus wants, and bring you back
some clean clothes. Won’t take me long. You okay with
that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. But be quick.” She
kissed him before he slipped out.

Terra found a hairbrush and began
brushing the tangles out of her hair. She wished she could take a
nap. A long, indulgent nap. Actually, a nice big meal,
then
a long nap. She was suddenly hungry. Famished. With one need
satisfied, all the others came out of hiding, wanting their turn.
She wrapped a towel around her hair and put another around her
body. She thought she might go into the bedroom and just lay on the
bed until Nik came back.

She came out of the bathroom and
turned to the left, into the bedroom area. She stopped short.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was Maia, Nik’s mother. She sat
rigid, the medallion in her lap. She glowered at Terra with cold,
hard eyes.

Though she had a towel on, Terra
instantly felt naked and exposed. “Where’s Nik?” she asked with a
shaky voice. She was flustered and didn’t know what else to
say.

“I’m not sure,” Maia said with slow
calculation. “From the sounds I was hearing, I thought he was in
there with you. But then he ran out of here so fast he didn’t even
see me sitting here. Must have been in some hurry to get away from
you.”

“No, he just—he went to get my
clothes.”

“Good thing.”

Terra could feel her shoulders start
to shake. She didn’t want to cry. She just couldn't understand this
woman’s hatred for her.

Inexplicably, the image of Vicky came
into Terra’s mind.

Don’t you dare cry. You get it
together and stand up for yourself!,
Vicky admonished her, in a
strong, firm voice.

The image was so clear in Terra’s mind
that she could even see the freckles that drifted off the side of
Vicky’s nose. Terra took a deep breath, steadied her shoulders, and
looked directly at Maia.

“I need to ask you,” Terra said. “Why
do you dislike me? I’m going to marry your son. I think I’m
entitled to know the source of your contempt for me.” Inside, Terra
was shocked at her own steady voice and clear choice of words. She
could feel Vicky’s approval.