Beneath a Hot Tequila Sun

by Catelyn Cash

  Seth groaned. “Take him, baby,” he urged.

  Jake tightened his grip on her hair, gently adjusted her head to the same angle as the woman’s in the mural, and once more pressed his cock to her lips. This changed the angle of penetration so that when he pushed in slowly, the satiny head of his penis hit the roof of her mouth, her soft palette, before stroking out again. And in. Each time his hold on her hair grew tighter. Each time he pulled her head back farther. Each time he went deeper. And Kayla loved it.

  Loved it so much that when he next tried to withdraw, she resisted. He tugged lightly on her hair, but she fought him, pushing forward till he bumped the back of her throat, and she swallowed him. Whatever the long-ago Mayan woman could do, she could do too.

  Jake hissed his pleasure, and beneath her, Seth bucked a few hard thrusts before he regained control.

  Meanwhile Seth now had a finger on her clit, circling with the lightest touch, expertly keeping her on edge. Kayla seriously didn’t know how much more pleasure she could take. Impatient, she began to move her hips, and to her delight, Seth moved his too, taking them both one step closer to losing control.

  Control. The men were controlling all the action. With her eyes closed, Kayla pictured the Mayan women she had drawn, their secret smiles, the men’s adoring looks. She doubted those women had handed over control to anyone.

  Jake pulled out, and, needing to breathe, she let him. Then another delicious slide into her mouth, Jake keeping it shallow, always careful. But Kayla had endured five years of careful in Marc’s bed. She didn’t want careful. She wanted deep. She wanted rough. She wanted what the Mayan women had had.

  Clamping her pussy around Seth’s cock, she grabbed Jake’s hips and held him firmly. On his next inward stroke, she made sure he slid down her throat again. Then out. Breathe. In and repeat.

  “Jeez, Kayla,” Jake gasped. “I’m going to come.”

  Exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to come, but more than that, she wanted to make him come. Seth too. Again, she squeezed down so her pussy closed around Seth’s cock, and she began to bounce, lightly at first, then harder while her fingers dug into Jake’s butt cheeks hard enough to leave marks.

  Her fingernail accidently brushed his crack, and she felt his entire body stiffen. Interesting. She repeated the action, deliberately this time, and he reacted the same way. Third time and Jake jerked so fiercely his cock almost slipped from her mouth. Almost. Taking it in his fist, he held it steady as he thrust into her. Hard. And she noticed he had widened his stance, granting her better access to his ass.

  Yes!

  Kayla dropped her hand to her pussy and slicked her finger with moisture. Then back to Jake’s butt. A second of pressure, a moment of stillness from him, and then she breeched his barrier and her finger slipped inside.

  Jake’s groan reverberated around the room. He let go of her hair but now held the back of her head, pressing her face into his groin, where he held it for a few seconds. Kayla exulted. She eased her finger deeper, knowing it was driving him wild, and kept it there even after he released her and she gulped in some air.

  She only had a moment’s respite before Seth grabbed her hips. “I don’t know exactly what you’re doing to him, but guessing is driving me crazy.”

  He slammed upward hard, catching her completely by surprise. But this was exactly what Kayla wanted. As he rammed up again and again, her entire body shook with pleasure, her heavy breasts bouncing. Seth didn’t let up. For a while the only sounds in the room were the slap of damp flesh and the groans of the two men.

  Kayla’s orgasm was close. Any second now she would splinter apart, and she hoped to take Seth with her. But she didn’t want to leave Jake behind. So she sucked on him, using her lips, using her tongue while she fucked his ass with her finger.

  Jake dropped his head forward. Still grunting with every thrust, he gazed down at Kayla, but his eyes were glazed, and she had no idea if he even saw her. She saw him, though, wide open and vulnerable, and she consciously memorized his expression, knowing one day soon she would capture it on paper.

  Jake’s head snapped back, and he clenched his jaw. A millisecond later she felt the first hot splash of semen on her tongue. The next spurt filled her throat, and she swallowed greedily. Jake held her head and pumped his hips, fucking her mouth, chanting, “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.”

  Kayla had a second to gather herself before Seth reclaimed her attention. Reluctantly, she had to release Jake, again bracing her hands on Seth’s chest. Delicious pressure built as he pistoned into her, waves of heat spiraling upward until her orgasm became inevitable, and she gloriously gave herself over to it.

  Another thrust catapulted her into a pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. Lights flashed behind her eyes even as her vision darkened and blurred. Kayla felt tossed and tumbled in a whirling vortex of pleasure that she never wanted to end.

  She opened her mouth to call Seth’s name, but before she could draw enough breath, Jake caught her chin in his hand and bent down to kiss her. The thought of him tasting himself on her lips threw her headfirst into another orgasm. And another. Waves and ripples of pleasure continued to chase along her nerves until all she could do was whimper.

  And then, beneath her, Seth tensed. His body pulsed, and he shook and groaned through his release.

  Exhausted, Kayla slumped down onto Seth, and Jake dropped to his knees, hugging her until all three were a tangle of sweaty, satisfied limbs.

  Kayla managed a weak smile when Seth stroked her hair and said happily, “I think it’s my turn to choose the next scenario.”

  Chapter Seven

  The storm ended sometime after dark, but Jake had already called the mainland to say they were safe, had shelter, and that rescue could wait till morning. Which left the trio with the whole night to indulge themselves.

  Kayla doubted there was a position the ancient Mayans had tried that she, Jake, and Seth didn’t attempt, provided there were enough body parts to go round. The men were insatiable, taking her to the very edge of her limits, and she loved every second. When the generator finally packed up, they moved outside and carried on shamelessly by moonlight, the jungle a dark blanket beneath them, stretching to the silver ribbon of the river in the distance. With the night insects kept at bay by the recent downpour and a freshening breeze atop the pyramid, Kayla could easily believe she was in paradise. It was close to dawn before she finally rolled Jake’s sleeping bag out under the stars and curled up with the men in an exhausted, satisfied sleep.

  She awoke in someone’s arms but couldn’t summon the energy to open her eyes to see which of the men held her. Instead she basked in the gentle heat of the morning sun on her bare skin.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Seth murmured against her ear, answering the question of which man held her. His erection prodded her lower back.

  “No more,” she grumbled. “At least not until I see if I can walk.”

  “You’d better start practicing.” Jake, barefoot, shirtless but wearing jeans, rummaged in one of the rucksacks. He found the binoculars and carried them to the pyramid steps, using them to look toward the river. “There’s a boat just tying up at the jetty,” he called out. “And there are more behind.”

  “Boats?” Kayla leaped up, ignoring her protesting muscles, and began to search frantically for her clothes.

  “First one seems to be full of my students,” Jake said. “They’re unloading the supplies that should have come yesterday. Dammit. They’re never up this early. The other boats look to be full of tourists, so we’d better get a move on.”

  Kayla saw her shorts and snatched them up. She found her shirt and boots, but everything else was gone, presumably lost in the storm. Clutching her prizes, she dived into the temple to dress. Hopping from foot to foot, she managed to get the shorts on, then slipped her feet into her boots, not bothering to look for socks or taking the time to do up the laces.

  “Where is everyone now?” she yelled. “Can you see
them?”

  Seth followed her inside, to where he had spread his own clothes out to dry. He pulled his trousers on with the swift efficiency of a man used to dressing in a hurry, though he winced as he forced his impressive erection into his trousers and struggled to fasten them. Shaking his T-shirt out, he walked back to the doorway.

  “Can’t see anyone yet,” he reported.

  Light streamed in from the doorway, subtly highlighting his powerful body, and Kayla paused her panic long enough to check him out in daylight. She glimpsed his tattoo before he pulled his T-shirt over his head—a sword, wings, and a banner with a motto she couldn’t read but wished she had time to explore.

  Seth turned and caught her staring. “Hells bells, woman. How do you expect me to ever get rid of my hard-on if you’re going to walk about topless?”

  Kayla, still wearing her shorts, boots, and nothing else, felt her nipples harden into tight little peaks at the look in Seth’s eye.

  “Are you blushing?” asked Seth, and she thrilled at his teasing, bantering tone. “You are. Jake? You’ve got to see this. Who’d have thought you were a blusher! A woman who can take two men in her—”

  “Seth!” Kayla didn’t consider where she could take two men to be appropriate conversation for the bright light of day.

  Hiding her grin, she stuffed her arms into the sleeves of her shirt. With nothing under it, the thin cotton was barely decent, and the fact she had lost most of the buttons didn’t help. In desperation, she tied the ends in a knot under her chest. Her breasts were way too full to be contained like this, but it was the best she could do.

  “How much time do we have?” she asked, making sure her all-important sketch pad was in her bag before slinging it onto her shoulder and going outside.

  Jake was fully dressed and tying his bootlaces. He gave Kayla’s outfit an appreciative once-over. “Not enough for what I want to do to you right now.”

  Kayla’s blush deepened, and her smile widened. In fact, unused to so many compliments, she felt as if her whole body was smiling. Going to the top of the steps, she shaded her eyes with both hands, peering down toward the river. Thankfully, as far as she could see, everyone still seemed to be on the jetty.

  Jake jammed his hat on his head and came to stand beside her. “You should go down first and stall them for five minutes.”

  “On my own?” she asked, horrified at the thought of facing a bunch of strangers.

  Jake pointed at the front of his jeans, and she saw that, like Seth, he too had an erection. “If you think I can walk down those steps with this, you don’t know much about men. And it will never go while I can see your boobs bouncing around like kittens in a ball pool. Besides, Seth and I need to clean up this mess.”

  Kayla had no experience of morning-after etiquette, especially for the morning after a night like last night. She would have expected some awkwardness, but all she felt so far was appreciated.

  She followed Jake’s gaze, seeing the sleeping bags and empty beer bottles. It looked as if an orgy had taken place on the priceless monument. Which, of course, it had. She realized that while she might face embarrassment if anyone arrived now, Jake had a lot more to lose. His professional reputation for one.

  “Okay, I’ll go first. Will…will I see you on the bottom?” she asked, suddenly wondering if sending her down on her own was, in fact, a brush-off.

  “Sweetheart, we’d better.” Seth paused in the act of rolling up a sleeping bag and gave her a huge grin.

  As Kayla began the steep descent, she quickly became aware of stiffness throughout her body. Her thigh and calf muscles protested yesterday’s ascent, but she was also aware of a glorious tightness in muscles that until last night had seen very little use. Despite the ache, she too smiled, knowing that whatever happened now, the woman going down these steps was not the woman who had walked up them. Jake and Seth had seen to that.

  When she cleared the tree line, the group on the jetty turned as one to look at her and fell silent. Kayla fixed her smile in place and fought a cringe. Grubby, braless, knicker-less, with sunburned cheeks and a mad grin, she must look a sight. Self-consciously she swung her bag off her shoulder and clutched it in front of her chest like a shield.

  “Would you look at the state of that?” murmured a girl patting her own, sleek bob as if scruffiness might be contagious.

  One of the boys whistled softly. “I wouldn’t kick her out of bed.”

  The girl jabbed him with her elbow. “Seriously? Even if the prof and Seth weren’t gay, they’d never hit on that.”

  Gay? Jake and Seth? Kayla struggled not to laugh.

  “Hi,” she said, stepping onto the jetty. “Am I glad to see you. And the boat.”

  “Where’s the professor?” someone asked.

  Having trouble with his erection. “Messing around with the generator, I think,” Kayla said vaguely.

  “It must have been a terrible ordeal for you,” said the boy who wouldn’t kick her out of bed. “Especially in the dark.”

  “We managed,” said Kayla, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

  A tourist boat drew alongside the jetty. As the boatman jumped nimbly onto the bank, something in the water caught his attention. Following his gaze, Kayla saw her hot-pink thong eddying against the riverbank.

  “Does anyone mind if I help myself to a drink?” she asked, indicating a case of plastic-wrapped bottles near the water’s edge. Without waiting for an answer, she bent to liberate a bottle. Dipping her hand into the water, she scooped up the thong, squeezed it out, and stuffed it into her pocket. Looking up, she saw the boatman watching her. His knowing grin left her face flaming.

  Thankfully an excited clamor among the students announced Jake and Seth’s arrival.

  “I hope you guys are here to work,” called Jake cheerfully.

  “Professor, we got stuck behind a mudslide.”

  “The bus slid right off the road.”

  “It was so cool.”

  “We could have been killed.”

  “And yet here you all are,” said Jake. “Right. Everyone start moving these supplies up. Seth and I will join you after we’ve had breakfast.”

  “You’re not coming? But we’ve already lost a day,” grumbled one of the girls.

  “You may have lost a day playing in mud, but I can assure you Seth and I have been hard at it. Kayla here can vouch for our dedication and selfless toil. We’re having breakfast, and we’re cleaning up,” said Jake. “You guys make a start on yesterday’s work plan. And to save you the trouble of a fruitless trek across the island, I should warn you that your stash of illicit alcohol might have been washed away in the storm.”

  The students loaded up and trudged off, less spirited now they knew their beer was gone.

  The two boatmen had been chatting. Now, at a word from Jake, one slipped the rope free as the other leaped onto the boat.

  The narrow boat wobbled precariously as Kayla stepped on more cautiously and the man offered her a steadying hand, saying something that made the other boatman snigger.

  Jake and Seth leaped on board. “He hopes your ordeal on the island wasn’t too traumatic,” Jake translated.

  Head down, Kayla muttered her thanks for his concern. “They know,” she whispered to Jake as she took her seat.

  “They don’t know,” Jake soothed.

  She edged the wet thong out of her pocket and showed him.

  “Ah.” His eyes twinkled. “In that case, they probably do know. I think the temple still has a bit of a reputation locally.”

  Once on the river, the noise of the engine made conversation impossible. Kayla enjoyed the cool breeze. But she enjoyed looking at the men even more, and caught herself consciously memorizing everything about them, from the alert way Seth scanned the passing riverbank to Jake’s lazy dozing in the sun with his hat over his face.

  Two hot, sexy men. And they really seemed to be into her. Even if she never saw them again, Kayla knew she would never forget just how good she felt ri
ght now.

  Seth helped her out of the boat when they reached the mainland. “I don’t know about you, but I need food before I wash up,” he said firmly.

  A shower sounded good. But the men didn’t seem bothered by her appearance. “I’m in,” she agreed.

  Jake and Seth led the way to a tiny café on the riverbank, with a palm-frond roof, one table, and a few plastic chairs. From a griddle set over a charcoal fire, a bustling woman somehow produced an amazing meal of eggs, salsa, guacamole, and tortillas.

  “This is delicious,” Kayla said, only now realizing how hungry she was.

  “You like Mexican food?” asked Jake. “I mean, I know technically all the food here is Mexican, but you know what I mean.”

  “I love food in general,” she said. “Which I think is pretty obvious.”

  “Me too,” said Seth, happily stuffing his face.

  “You’ll have to excuse him,” said Jake. “He approaches each meal as if there is a famine coming.”

  Maybe he did, but Kayla noticed that each tortilla Seth assembled was piled with healthy choices. “You’re a soldier?” she asked him, remembering something Jake had said.

  Seth nodded. “I am. It’s a great life. I get to travel the world, all expenses paid.”

  “Don’t fall for that line,” said Jake. “He was born to protect. He’s like a great big mother hen.”

  Kayla laughed, but she could see an element of truth in Jake’s statement. Even enjoying a meal with friends, Seth remained sharp and watchful as a hawk. “What made you pick archaeology?” she asked Jake.

  Jake pushed his plate away with an air of repletion. “I get to wear a cool hat and dig in the dirt. What’s not to love?”

  “You could be a farmer and do the same,” she pointed out.

  “True.” Jake stretched his legs out in front and linked his hands behind his head. “Okay, there’s nothing quite like digging up an artifact, knowing that no one has touched it for eight hundred years. It could be pottery or a piece of jewelry. And you hold it in your hand knowing that someone held it just like you. Not a king or a queen. Just an average Joe. I love that sense of the past, knowing that it exists all around us, that every single person who has ever existed has left some mark on the world.” He broke off, looking embarrassed.