The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance

by Lena Malick

  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.

  Maia’s eyebrows rose slightly, impressed by the directness of the question. “I don’t dislike you, dear. You seem perfectly harmless, in a weak, American sort of way. I dislike you wanting to marry my son.”

  “Why?”

  Maia looked annoyed by the question. “Why? It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re marrying him for his money.”

  “What money?”

  A slow sneer spread across the older woman’s face. “Oh, please. I am not so stupid. I was not—how do you say—born yesterday.”

  “What money?” Terra asked again, standing firm.

  “You pretend not to know?”

  “Know what?” Terra could hear voices down the hall, arguing. It sounded like Nik and Arteus. Was Arteus keeping Nik from coming back? Had they planned this?

  Maia studied Terra, unsure, her sneer fading. “Okay, maybe it’s you that is stupid. Nikolaos’ grandfather left him an inheritance—a vast amount of money—which he received at the age of twenty-five. Two years ago. Apparently, he is using some of it to build this… this silly project in Mexico. I suppose you’re part of that, too.”

  Terra stood there, stunned. “I had no idea.”

  “Humph. Sure.” Maia stood up, still clutching the medallion. “Listen,” she said, facing Terra. “I’ll tell you a secret. I know a little something about marrying for money.”

  “Oh?” Terra said. She could hear Nik and Arteus getting closer, their voices just outside the door.

  Maia came closer, stepping into Terra’s personal space. “Yes. Because it’s what I did,” she said quietly. “And believe me, it’s not worth it.” Her eyes softened. Terra felt a pang of sympathy for the woman. “I barely know my husband now. We live in this big house so he doesn’t have to see me. There’s an old saying that I found to be true. When you marry for money, you end up earning every penny. Don’t let that be you. Don’t marry my son.”

  “But I didn’t even know he had money,” Terra pleaded, wanting to convince her.

  Maia gave her a wry look of disbelief. Nik came bounding in the room, followed by Arteus. “Terra, I’m sorry. Mom, what are you doing here? Terra, are you okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. I was just talking to your mother.”

  Pushing past his mother, Nik took Terra’s hand and led her out of the bedroom and into the hallway. He walked her briskly down the hall toward her bedroom without speaking as Terra gripped the towel covering her. When they got to her room he lead her inside and shut the door, leaning his back against it.

  Terra put the towels in the bathroom and began dressing. Neither spoke until she was fully dressed. She stood, facing Nik. He slid down the door to a sitting position.

  “Nik—” she began, trying to find the right words. “I’ve trusted you. Completely. I’ve put my total faith in you.”

  “I know.”

  “Was I wrong to do that?”

  “No.”

  “Have you lied to me?”

  “No. But I didn’t tell you… about the money.”

  “It’s true? You’re rich?”

  “Yes. Very,” he said, looking at the ground between his feet.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because, I love you, and I want to marry you, and I was afraid if you knew, it might color how you really felt about me.”

  “Why would it do that?”

  “You’d be surprised,” he said, now looking at her. “I’ve seen it happen.”

  “Your mother.”

  Nik nodded. “It can make it hard for people to see the real you. You see the real me. I didn’t want that to change.”

  “It wouldn’t. God, Nik. It wouldn’t.”

  “I know. I know that now. I’ve known that for awhile now.”

  “Then when were you going to tell me?”

  “Before you leave.”

  “You told me the dive sanctuary is paid for with grants.”

  “It is. In part. But only a small part.”

  Terra paused, looking at the ground. “Why does your mom have your medallion?”

  Nik sighed. “It’s not actually mine. Technically. The medallion is a symbol. It actually belongs to her. It has a long family tradition. Only she can give it to someone. She lent it to me when I left for Mexico, as a way to make sure I’d come home.”

  “But you gave it to me.”

  “That way I knew I’d never lose you. God would never allow it. That’s the tradition.”

  “So you give it to someone, and they always come back?”

  “Yes. Only when it’s ready to be passed to the next generation will my mother actually give it to someone.”

  Chapter 8

  The wheels of the plane hit the ground hard, jolting Terra awake. She was disoriented for a moment. The images from Greece moved around her head in a fuzzy collage of sights and sounds. She had a panicked moment, thinking that it was all just a dream. It wasn’t just a dream, she reminded herself. It actually happened. She felt like she’d slept for hours, but it had only been minutes.

  Terra looked at Vicky, who now looked spry and refreshed.

  “Well, there’s the blushing bride,” Vicky said, as Terra shook her head in an attempt to clear the fog. “I’m glad you fell asleep. You needed some rest. I couldn’t sleep at all.”

  “Umm.” Terra took a long drink of water.

  She thought about the image she had of Vicky when she faced Maia, and how it had given her the strength to confront her. Get it together and stand up for yourself! Terra smiled. She reached over and took Vicky’s hand.

  “Thank you,” Terra said.

  “For what, girl?”

  “For… well, you know.” She gave Vicky’s hand a quick squeeze.

  “Pshaw. Don’t get all sappy.” Vicky pretended to rearrange her purse as the plane taxied to the gate and came to a stop. The fasten seatbelt sign dinged off. “Now, let’s go get you married.”

  Chapter 9

  Carmine was waiting for them when they got off the plane. He gave Terra a big hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her. “Little T, it’s so great to see you,” he said with a broad smile as he set her back down. “Nik’s riding his motorcycle all over, getting last minute supplies,” he told her, before she could ask. “He’s going to meet us at the house.” He turned to Vicky with his warm smile. “Hi.”

  “Carmine, this is Vicky,” Terra said.

  “Oh, I know. I’ve heard all about you, Vicky,” he said, shaking her hand. “Same here,” Vicky said, smiling in a way Terra re
cognized.

  Carmine hauled Terra’s suitcase into the back of the sanctuary’s old truck. They slid across the bench seat, shoulder to shoulder, with Terra in the middle. As they drove away from the airport, Carmine got her caught up on all that had been going on in the last year. “You should see your medical clinic,” he said.

  “Really? It’s almost done?”

  “Oh, yeah. Just about. I mean, it’s not exactly a hospital, but I think it’ll do the trick.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  Terra’s idea for starting a small medical clinic that could provide free, basic services for kids seemed like a pipedream when she first came up with the idea, but with the support of Nik and Carmine, it looked like it was going to happen.

  As they hit the coast, the ocean spread out next to them like an old friend. Terra pointed out the sights to Vicky as the truck rattled along. It was a gorgeous, clear day overhead, but there were clouds sitting on the far horizon.

  “Weather should hold off. Supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. Day after will probably be a storm though,” Carmine said as he put in an old cassette tape of Sublime for the final stretch.

  They turned off the main road and down the dirt trail. When they got to the old broken down gate, Terra felt a touch of nostalgia, remembering when she first came here with Nik two years ago. She was so scared then. Unsure of what she was doing, thinking she was foolish for putting herself in danger. It was foolish, but it also turned out to be the greatest thing to ever happen to her.

  Carmine climbed back into the truck. “I’ll leave the gate open. I’m going to come back later and string some lights so people know where to turn.”