by Abbie Adams
"At least let me show you what it feels to love," Marco implored her.
He reached out to trace her full lips with the pad of his thumb. "I feel I will die myself if I don't love you before we are parted for eternity."
Her body thrummed with need and yet she knew she'd be the good daughter. Her family would be killed if she fought the God's choices for her to be tonight's sacrifice. However, that didn't mean she couldn't leave him with a memory of her love.
"I will not disrespect my family or my people by lying with you, but let me love you," she said, her hand dropping from his chest to lay against his manhood. "Do you remember…"
He gasped and evidently did remember the time he'd begun to teach her how love could be enjoyed without loss of virginity. His smile had her blood racing as his hand covered hers, guiding her to stroke his enormous rod as if making a suggestion. "Show me you remember the lesson, my goddess."
Sunny sank to her knees as he pushed aside the cloth covering his cock. This was a sacrifice she was willing to make with her entire being. She took the silky shaft in her hand to stroke it and bent forward.
"Yes, my love," Marco said, his hands moving to fist in her hair as she took him into her mouth. She licked around the tip and then closed her lips over the length of it, feeling his shaft move deeply into her throat.
"I love you. How will I go on without you? I will miss…"
* * * * *
"Miss... you—"
“No! Please not yet!" Sunny cried out as her pleasure at servicing her lover was rudely interrupted. Evidently the priest had discovered them and was stabbing her back with the blade that would soon remove her heart from her chest.
"Miss, please wake up. You are..."
"What?” Sunny opened her eyes but whoever was poking her blocked out the sun. With the glare around the person she couldn’t see well. Another poke had her fully awake.
"Ouch! Stop that! I'm awake!" Sunny grabbed her shoulder as she turned over and then sat up, rubbing her arm as she tried to figure out what was going on. The concerned face of a gray-haired older woman hovered above her. It was not the face of an ancient Mayan priest nor did the woman appear to be holding a dagger. Good grief, she'd slipped into yet another of her fantasies!
"I'm sorry for startling you, but you've been asleep for a while. I believe you are starting to get really sunburned."
Looking up, Sunny saw that the sun had changed positions and that the canopy was no longer shading her chaise. She looked at her arm and then the back of her leg, Sunny moaned. The woman was right. Her skin was definitely beginning to resemble the red of a freshly boiled lobster rather than the beautiful bronze tone of a woman from centuries ago. From the red of her chest, it was obvious she'd been tossing from back to front and back again without waking. Well, at least she was a uniformly cooked crustacean. It was no wonder she couldn’t find a man. She was a freak. A fool
"Thank you," she managed to say to the woman who gave her a sympathetic look.
"Don't fret too much, dear, I'm sure your husband will find you just as pretty with a bit more color." The woman's smile reached her eyes as she bent closer. "Oh, and the gift shop sells aloe vera. Have him spread it on soon and I'm sure you'll not even feel the sunburn or care that your suit is ruined."
Sunny thanked her again as she began gathering her things. Shit, she'd forgotten about needing a new bathing suit. She wondered if the hotel would pop for more appropriate attire for a ditz who fell asleep, too absorbed in steamy naughty dreams to realize she was actually baking under the Caribbean sun. When she picked up the soothing lotion, she'd see if the gift shop had a selection of Ditzy-Babe tee shirts and matching sweat pants.
Once back in her room, she tossed her bag aside and picked up the phone. It would be room service again. After the waiter left, she decided that the sandwich was too caloric after her binge from the day before. However, fruit was good for you and wine was really nothing but fruit, right? Taking the bottle of wine into the bathtub with her, she figured she'd give a new meaning to drowning her troubles. She called herself every kind of a fool with each new gulp of the wine. She didn't waste time with the glass—glasses were for wimps.
By the time she finished the bottle, the water was cold and she now looked like a shriveled plum. Slopping the green gel onto her skin provided relief even if she felt rather slimy afterwards. Well, there certainly wasn't anyone to care about the condition of her skin as she slipped naked between the sheets. Closing her eyes did nothing to shut out the music on the air but her earlier intention of joining fellow revelers was no longer the least bit appealing. Turning onto her side, she allowed herself to forget her boring reality and tried to slip back into her interrupted dream. Where had she been? Oh, right—on her knees before a man whose sculpted body had her drooling to serve him. This was her dream and if she didn't want to lie on a marble slab like some sacrificial lamb led to slaughter, she didn't have to. Instead, she could forget all about that giving her life and concentrate on giving her body. A soft smile curved her lips in her sleep as her Mayan hunk pulled her up and kissed her again before pushing her to her back. Beautiful bronzed fingers pushed up her white gown and spread her legs.
"Let me return the favor," Marco said, kneeling between her splayed thighs. She held her breath as his head lowered and his tongue…
No! No! No! This was all wrong. Sunny sat up in her bed, alone in her suite. Good grief, she was no better than a common street whore. She might as well sleep with every man she met, if she was going to dream about sex with them at every turn.
Something had gone wrong. She tossed the covers back and got up. The tiles were cold under her feet as she started to pace. What was the matter with her? Was she a freak? Other people probably didn't fantasize like she did about sex and spankings all the time. What would her friends think if they discovered the innocent little librarian was a closet nympho?
Hell, this was all Tiffany's fault. If she had never met her, she wouldn't have known that a man like her brother even existed. Yup, her best friend was the one who had forced Sunny into naughty, erotic and totally unsatisfying fantasies. A stab of guilt had Sunny admitting that it wasn't Tiff's fault, not really. But, it was true that it had all started with Trent. She might give different names to the men in her dreams, but every one of the men looked like Tiffany's brother. She always dreamed about him.
She had just gotten carried away down here in this sultry Mexican air. She might as well be one of those perverted men who still lived with their mother at forty and masturbated with dirty magazines. She was never going to find someone who would understand her desires. It was time to accept the fact that she wasn't going to ever find a man like Trent. Perhaps she should have gone out with Larry that time he asked her. So what if his pants didn't cover his butt all the way up, right? What was a little butt-crack when at least it would be someone who actually wanted her? No, it was the chew in his lip, not the pants. She couldn't handle the chew. Other guys had asked her out but she'd found them all lacking. Well, no matter how much it hurt or how long it would take to change her heart and her mind, it was time to look again.
Hell, she was mere steps away from the Caribbean. There had to be a zillion other fish in the sea. What she needed to do was grow up and face reality. And, the music she heard playing reminded her that those fish had swum out of the ocean and were even now dancing and having a good time. She just needed to pull her head out of her ass and join them. She needed to let Trent go and to truly open herself to another. But, in order to do that, she needed a drink—like, another whole bottle of wine.
Sunny turned and knocked the unused wine glass off the nightstand, not even caring that it shattered against the tiles. It took a moment to focus and she had to squint, but she finally managed to get a good look at the bedside clock. Shit it was only eleven-fifteen? No one went to bed before midnight on vacation. Hell, the party didn't even start until then. Now she wasn't only alone and boring, she was turning into an old woman b
efore her very eyes. What she needed was distraction and alcohol—a lot of alcohol. Room service would take far too long. She needed something strong and she needed it fast!
She stumbled around looking for clothes, but it was kind of foggy in her room for some reason. She found her linen cover-up and dragged it over her head with some consternation. It took three tries to get it right. Where was her other yellow flip-flop? After nearly falling over in her attempt to look beneath the bed, she put her hand on the mattress and pushed herself back to a standing position. Screw it. She hadn't bothered with underclothes or a bathing suit as it wasn't like anybody would show any interest in her skinny ass anyway. Who the fuck gave a shit about shoes? They were on the beach for God's sake.
Sheesh, she had forgotten how far it was to the office, or to that bar, for that matter. It felt like she had been wandering around for half the night before she finally saw the lights. There must be a much stronger wind tonight as the lanterns were really swaying. In fact, she was getting a little sick watching them move back and forth, back and forth. Better if she lowered her gaze and concentrated on making it to a safe harbor in the windstorm. She tripped up the step into the crowded bar and attempted to climb up on a stool at the counter. Why did it keep moving?
"Let me help you." She looked up to see a strange man holding out his hand. He looked more like a guppy than a barracuda so she figured it was pretty safe. Giggling, she waved her arm and he took it, helping her onto the revolving stood. Once seated, she waved her hands in the air. "Hola? Pour…" she giggled thinking she was going to say 'por favor' when she really wanted him to do her a 'favor and pour' any alcohol he had on hand. Who knew that Spanish could finally be funny?
"Sí, Señorita?"
Sunny looked up and it took her a moment to remember why she'd come. Oh yeah, alcoholic courage. "Alcohol. Lezz…let's try somethin' Mexican, sí?"
The native behind the counter smiled at her. "Sangrita?"
That sounded too close to wine and she shook her head. He spoke again, "Margarita?"
"No… Sí! Yeah, Tequila. Jose Cuervo? Tequila… Lime? Salt? Lick?" She picked up her hand and licked the area between her thumb and pointer, and then halfway up her arm.
"Seems like the little lady wants a shot of tequila," the stranger said. "Make it two."
"Sí, señor." The bartender lifted a bottle in the air and poured a shot into the little glass in his other hand before setting it in front her, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he reached for a slice of lime and salt and placed those in front of her too, before placing the same in front of her date.
The man held up his hand and pointed at the salt, directing her how to follow the steps. Her mind was a little fuzzy, but with three simple steps, she thought she could handle it. She giggled. With three simple steps Dora could handle it so she could too. She was not prepared for the burn—the fire all the way down before it exploded in her stomach. She could hardly put the lime in her mouth because she wanted to breathe flames but, wow, you had to admit it had a much faster effect than any stupid wine.
"Wow, thaz great," she said.
She giggled as the guppy rapped his empty shot glass onto the counter and the bartender poured them both another shot. This one still burned but maybe that was because she'd forgotten step one. Oh well, she could still do step three and she did, her face scrunching a bit as she sank her teeth into the fresh lime wedge.
The bartender left to help a man who came to the counter asking directions or something. Sunny giggled and nodded her head as the men spoke. Yup, it was easy to get lost there. Didn't it take her half the night to find the bar? Whoa, all that nodding and the lanterns swaying was making her feel a bit dizzy. What time was it anyway?
"Another?" the man asked, "It's not even midnight, darlin'. We've got the whole night ahead of us." Sunny started up at him in awe. He had just read her mind! Though his face looked a little fuzzy, it looked like he was smiling but she didn't even feel him as he slipped his arm around her waist.
* * * * *
"Sunny?"
Dragging her gaze back to the man, she smiled. "How did you know my name?"
Hell, it was Sunny and she didn't appear to care that some stranger was practically feeling her up at the bar. Another two steps had him at Sunny's side.
"I'll take it from here," he said, glaring at the guy.
"Hey, buddy, I saw her first."
"I'm not your buddy. Get your hands off her," Trent said, gritting his teeth. Shit, he would have been here hours earlier if his flight hadn't been delayed. He'd expected to find Sunny in her room, tucked up into bed with one of those books she always carried around. He'd never once considered finding her in a bar, evidently well on her way to being plastered, and hooking up with some cretin who had no qualms about groping an inebriated woman in public.
"I won't tell you again," Trent said, practically snarling. The man gave him a closer look, and evidently not liking what he saw, he pulled his arm free and backed away.
"Sure thing, bud... um, I was just trying to help her."
"By getting her drunk?" Trent snapped, shoving away the third shot that had been placed on the bar. "May I have a glass of ice-water please?"
"I don't want water," Sunny said, her head swiveling until she gave a groan and moaned. "Oh, I don't feel so good."
"You have a lot of explaining to do, little girl," Trent said, taking the glass from the bartender.
Sunny giggled. "Wow, you sound like Trent." She lifted just her eyes this time. "You-you look like him too!" She then squealed loudly when she almost slid off the stool. "Oops," she managed as Trent was caught her and sat her up.
"Here, drink this." He watched as she looked up, her eyes squinting as she apparently tried to focus her sight.
"Shit, I thought I was awake."
"Sunny, you are really drunk. Drink some water." Trent steadied her when she started weaving again.
"Na, I just had one of thozz nasty drinks, or maybe two? How much is zat? I better go, I don't think I need anodder one of thozz…" She looked around and then motioned with her finger for Trent to bend down. "I forgot my purse."
"Your purse?"
Grabbing his arm, she leaned towards him. "Shhh, don't yell! I don't wanna get spank…" she broke into giggles and then continued, "do they spank you after they arrest you?" Her eyes widened. "I don't wanna go to jail!" she wailed loudly.
"Honey, don't scream. You aren't going to jail, Sunny, you are going to bed."
"Really? Yay!" she squealed. Smiling, she attempted to give him a high-five, missing completely, her hand slapping her own thigh. "Ouch!" Another bout of laughter followed. "Look, I spanked myself!"
Despite himself, Trent had to smile. "I would hardly call that a proper spanking."
"Izz okay… maybe I can I come…" this time her face blushed scarlet as she slapped her hand over her mouth in another giggle. "Not come… um, not that kind of… can I pay later?" She pushed against the bar's edge, evidently to turn her stool towards the bartender but spun too far and came face to face with Trent again. She giggled as he stopped her spin.
"Tanks… youzzz so sweet."
Trent shook his head, finally managing to press the glass of water into her hand. Never would he have imagined the girl he'd known for over a decade capable of being as completely out of it. He didn't know whether to hug her or turn her across his knee right there and teach her the dangers of losing any sense of control. Before he made a decision, she batted her eyelashes furiously, her smile as lopsided as her posture.
"I didn't know you were a bartender in Cancún, Trent. Why didn't Tiff tell me?"
"Señorita, it's no charge."
Sunny turned again, her hand reaching out to grip the bar. "Wow, there's two of them? Oh, lookie… my twinsies are here!"
Trent had no idea what she was talking about, but just the fact that she was practically bouncing on her stool and seemingly very happy at seeing double had him wanting to find whatever two men she was talking
about and knock their identical heads together.
"I don need two… I juz want my Daddy Trent," she said, her voice slurred.
Well, that was very interesting, Trent thought with another smile. It was time to take her to bed. She needed to sleep it off so she'd be fully aware of what he had come to tell her.
"Come on, let's get you back to your room."
"Ohhh, goodie," she said, weaving and this time succeeding in sliding right off the stool. Trent caught her and held her cradled in his arms.
"Damn it, Sunny, what the hell are you wearing?"
"Bavving suit cover," she managed, her words slurred but understandable.
"Then where in the hell is the bathing suit it is supposed to be covering, young lady?"
He was unprepared for the wail that came from her before she answered. "One is all poopie and the other has skittle spots." She didn't seem to care that the girl on the next bar stool gave a disgusted 'that's gross' or that the bartender was attempting to hold back a chuckle. She lifted her head and yelled. "Izz okay… iz like a rainbow!" Throwing her arms up as if to demonstrate the arc of a rainbow, she squealed as ice-cold water from her glass drenched both her and Trent. "Oopsie!"
"Oopsie is right," Trent said. His hand squeezed the small, obviously naked cheek beneath her transparent cover-up. "Little girls who run around half-naked and drunk as skunks need only one thing, don’t they, Sunny girl?
"Yezz, Daddy," she said, laying her head against his chest, not seeming to notice the huge wet spot on his shirt. "I was a really naugy… nau… bad girl." Her confession was belied by the giggles she issued as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Buenas noches, señorita," the bartender called out.
"Is he flirting with me? Buying my drink and all?" she asked.
"It's an all-inclusive, Sunny." God, she was really gone.
"... told myself to stop doing this."
