Margaritas by Moonlight (A Romance Novella): Maybe Mandy 2

by Chris Genovese

  BUT every once in a while we love getting fucked by one.

  Right? Hi five ladies? I think so!!!

  I fell asleep to thoughts of Valentino, my June valentine, asleep next to me with my head resting on his chest and my hand cupping his balls.

  Ha! No, that’s not true. But it’s a funny thought.

  ***

  I waited by the pool with Jill and Ben. Whatever had plagued my friend the night before had finally passed. I was sure it was the amount of fluids he’d lost replenished by the amount of bottled water he drank. He was convinced it was the three shots of tequila he and Jill each consumed at lunch.

  Valentino showed up on time as I was relaxing with my shoes off, freshly painted pink toenails up, and a margarita in my hand.

  Jill and Ben were licking salt off their hands and sucking on lemons. Next up? Smooth but acidy shots of tequila.

  I know. Don’t worry. I’d already warned Ben that he was on his own if he got sick again. Jill I had no concerns about. The bitch could funnel tequila and still pass a cop’s sobriety test.

  My man showed up looking awesome. He wore a tight tan T-shirt and faded camouflage cargo shorts with flip flops. He clashed with my dark blue sundress in every way. He looked hot though. Hell he could have shown up in a toga and still looked amazing.

  “Hola mi vida,” he said as he squatted down to kiss me on the cheek.

  “Hi,” I replied knowing I was blushing.

  My vaginal blue balls immediately began to ache, reminding me of the necessity to come tonight. He moved his face over and our lips met. I kissed him softly, sensually, and let my tongue just graze his lip. He smiled.

  “I missed you,” he said.

  “I hope so,” I replied.

  “Are you ready to go?”

  “Of course.”

  “Got your bathing suit?”

  “No, am I supposed to have my bathing suit?”

  He thought about it then grinned.

  “No, it’s okay,” he said.

  “My room is really close. I can go get it real quick.”

  Or you can come with me to get it. To get some.

  “No, I think it’s better without it,” he said.

  I could see he was cooking up something.

  “Are your friends coming with us?” he asked.

  “Are they invited?”

  “Of course. I think Marco would like to see your friend again…umm…”

  “Jill,” I reminded him.

  “Yes and your other friend…I don’t have anybody lined up but this will be a nice party. Maybe he will find someone.”

  Valentino grabbed my hand, weaving his fingers through mine, letting me know I was his woman. And he led us toward the beach, keeping me snug to his side the whole way. My heart raced being next to him.

  Every time the wind blew I caught his scent. It was a manly cologne, something with just the hint of a fruit I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Each sniff made me hornier. There’s nothing like the smell of a fresh, clean, hot man on the breeze. I felt like a giggly school girl heading out for my first date with the boy I’d been crushing on since sixth grade.

  The sun was setting and the beach was nearly empty. Only a few stragglers baked to lobster red remained on their towels, refusing to head back to their hotel rooms until an aloe vera soother was no longer an option. It was gross. I couldn’t help imagining them scooping butter out of a tub and slathering it on for more color.

  Eww I know. I’m disgusting.

  “You sure know how to party,” I said holding an open palm out at the nearly vacant beach.

  “Where’s Marco?” Jill asked.

  “Where’s the booze?” Ben added.

  Valentino laughed and checked his watch.

  “Just a moment,” he said.

  We waited patiently and I wasn’t sure what we were waiting for. Was a UFO going to hover out from over the ocean and beam us up? Was a boat coming? Would a trap door suddenly slide open in the sand and lead us to an underground rave or something?

  “Right about…now,” Valentino said.

  I heard the soft purr of an engine somewhere in the distance. Then I saw it far away but growing closer by the second. Javier was driving a monstrous golf cart looking vehicle toward us. It roared as it approached. He slid to a stop throwing sand everywhere.

  “Marco?” I heard Ben ask.

  “No,” Jill answered.

  “Hmm,” Ben said, liking what he saw.

  We climbed in and off we went down the beach. I sat in the back seat next to Valentino. The breeze was amazing, carrying both the scent of the salt water and my man’s fresh aroma right to me. Add to that the soundtrack of the waves crashing and the motor purring plus the gorgeous man by my side...

  It was all overwhelming my senses.

  I leaned my head back to enjoy the moment and take it all in. It was a beautiful night and I felt like the luckiest girl alive. I loved the feel of the wind whipping my hair around.

  I was so relaxed. It was magical.

  Until I heard Valentino struggling in the seat next to me, trying to spit my hair out of his mouth.

  You are fucking cool, Mandy. A regular Rapunzel tossing your mane about.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said as I pulled my hair back to its rightful owner.

  I covered my face with my hands and laughed into them.

  This guy is going to think I’m a total wack job.

  “It is okay,” Valentino said as he once again pulled me closer. “I like your taste.”

  I looked over at him and his boyish grin won my heart. He looked so genuine. He still liked me.

  I hugged him tight and rested my head on his chest. He ran a hand through my hair. I loved his attention and his confidence. It was refreshing being with a guy who was so sure of himself. Who was so sure of us.

  I’d forgotten how good it could feel having a boyfriend. The first few dates, the flirting, the stolen glances, the secret rendezvous, and the love making.

  The love making. Then the fucking.

  It always turned to that…the fucking. Love making always disappeared at some point. Followed by the mad dash to get out of bed and into the shower.

  Sad.

  I glanced up at Valentino, at his beautiful bronze face, and he grinned again. I felt the corners of my mouth start to stretch open. I was smiling effortlessly.

  This wasn’t realistic though. I knew it and he knew it. We were both in it for the same thing. My Cancun conquest. As I thought about it, I realized how stupid that sounded. Conquest.

  It sounded like a video game or my attempt at locating the treasure found at the top of a mountain and only reachable if I followed the map on my secret scroll.

  Valentino wasn’t a conquest.

  He was more like an escape, a fantasy man, a delicious cocktail I wanted to drink up.

  I looked out on the water and at the moon starting to shine, its light cutting a path across the water and right toward us. Nature’s spotlight highlighting our desire for one another.

  Valentino was a cocktail alright. My cocktail in the moonlight. My margarita by moonlight. And tonight I’d drink.

  With the ocean breeze washing over us and the cart bumping along the rugged beach, excitement was already in the air. So when Valentino’s hand settled on my thigh, his thumb placed strategically close to my panty line, I felt a sudden thrill like I was on my way to my first skydive.

  The nervous butterflies began fluttering around in my stomach. I couldn’t wait to get him alone.

  “You look very sexy,” he whispered in my ear.

  He moved the bottom of my dress up a little bit and slid his hand inside. He touched me, his palm on my inner thigh, his fingertips nudging my clit.

  I felt my heart speed up. It happened so fast. With it, my breathing followed. I nearly gasped when he touched me.

  “You’re very sure of yourself,” I said, not even thinking about removing his hand.

  He circled my clit with his
finger, then put his fingertips in the groove around it and moved it up and around masterfully like he was tracing the shape of a rainbow. It tickled and made me clench my ass.

  “I like that,” I told him.

  “I like you,” he reminded me.

  Then he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. It was strong and smooth. No rush, but wanting. He wanted me. He kissed me with such passion.

  I nearly climbed over him and straddled him in the seat. I would have if we’d been alone. I wanted to feel him too so I reached over and put my hand between his legs. He was soft, but big. I wondered how horny he would need to get before it stiffened. I gave him a little pinch.

  “You are very sure of yourself too,” he said.

  I kissed him again, this time I was the aggressor. I licked the inside of his mouth like I was starving and needed to feed.

  I rubbed at his cock, tracing my fingers along the outline of it and it started to move.

  This won’t take long at all. Perfect.

  I continued to kiss him and stroke his cock over his shorts. His head went back, enjoying the attention. His dick was getting hard. His cargo shorts were thin and I could feel where his shaft ended and the head began.

  The thought of that head pushing into my pussy was mouthwatering. I needed to feel him inside of me.

  I didn’t want to go to a damn party on the beach surrounded by a bunch of his friends. It seemed Valentino was thinking the same thing.

  “Javier, let us out here,” he shouted.

  “What?” Javier asked.

  I looked out in the direction we were driving and could see a fire far off in the distance.

  “We’re almost there,” Javier replied.

  “Just stop,” Valentino ordered.

  The cart skidded to a stop.

  “Take Mandy’s friends to the party. We’ll meet up with you guys in a little while.”

  “Whatever you say mang,” Javier replied.

  Valentino helped me out of the cart and even smoothed down my dress when the wind caught it and started to make it rise.

  I watched them drive away, leaving me alone with Valentino. It was suddenly so quiet.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “I wanted to get you alone.”

  “You read my mind,” I said.

  Valentino took my hand and walked me toward a bunch of large black rocks scattered near the water.

  “I hope you don’t mind me asking,” I said, “but everyone seems to follow your orders.”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you guys in a gang or something? Are you the leader?”

  He was silent.

  Oh shit. I hope I didn’t just fuck this up. Why did I even ask that? It’s not like I wouldn’t fuck him if he was a gang member.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business,” I said.

  He remained silent. Then suddenly he burst into laughter. He was cracking up.

  “What?” I asked.

  I started laughing too. His chuckling was so damned cute. It made me laugh and I had no idea what we were laughing about.

  “We are not gang bangers,” he said. “If I were a gang member, a leader, I wouldn’t be working at a hotel.”

  He laughed even harder.

  “Marco and Javier, they are my cousins,” he said. “They do what I say because I get them into the clubs and hook them up with drink bracelets.”

  I’m such an idiot.

  I started laughing along with him. It was pretty damned funny.

  “I’m going to have to tell them about this later. They’ll love it. Marco does look kind of like a gang member, huh?” he said.

  I nodded as I continued to laugh.

  How fucking embarrassing.

  We reached the rocks just as the sun said its final goodbye. Only a sliver of the pastel circle remained. I sat down on one of the rocks and stared out on the water. I’d never been one to spend a lot of time on the beach. I’m just not a big fan of the ocean. It’s way too powerful and I feel way too insignificant in it.

  Around us the beach was completely empty. Trees were to the back of us and the ocean to the front. The hotel and its sunburned guests were far off to our left and the small party bonfire was to the right. We were alone in the dark.

  “Can I ask you something now?” he asked as he sat down and put his arm around me.

  “I knew you were going to ask and I assure you I’m not a gang leader either,” I said.

  He laughed and squeezed me tight against his body. I felt comfortable in his arms.

  “Do you have a lot of boyfriends in the United States?”

  Is he asking me if I’m a whore?

  “No, not really. I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said.

  The thought of Braden and the carnival flashed through my mind and I pushed it out. This was not the time for fond memories of another man.

  “No way,” he said. “I don’t believe you.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “You’re…como se dice…muy hermosa. Very beautiful. But…beautiful isn’t the right word. In Spanish sometimes we say something is rica. It’s like…delicious maybe. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

  This guy is fucking awesome. He’s pretty hermosa himself. Or rica.

  “Thank you,” was all I could think to say.

  He leaned over and kissed me again. And it was more sensual than before. In the cart we’d been like two horny teenagers. On the beach we were two consenting adults, ready to finalize this deal.

  His tongue was soft against mine and the hand that reached up to touch my left breast was sneaky. I liked the uninvited guest and turned to make it more easily accessible to him. He caught on quickly, gently groping me as his tongue kept my mouth busy.

  Then he stopped.

  “I have an idea,” he said.

  And I’m supposed to believe you just came up with this idea?

  “Let’s go in the water,” he said.

  “That water?” I asked, pointing toward the black pool of crashing tides in front of us. “Or the nice warm pool back at the hotel? The safe one.”

  “That would not be so fun. Too many people around.”

  You’ve got to be kidding me. I knew this was coming didn’t I?

  Knowing he had this up his sleeve didn’t prepare me for it. What is it with guys forcing me to do things I’m not comfortable with? First the Ferris wheel and now a dark, shark-filled ocean?

  The worst part? I knew I’d do it. I wanted this guy and if he wanted to go swimming…well…I’d be getting wet. In more ways than one.

  “I don’t have a bathing suit,” I reminded him.

  “I know you don’t. That’s why I asked Javier to drop us off here.”

  And you just gave yourself away, buddy. You have an idea my ass!

  “You don’t wear one, I don’t wear one,” he proposed.

  He stood and pulled off his shirt. My jaw didn’t just drop, it plummeted. Was this guy for real?

  If I could describe the man’s body I’d say that it was chiseled out of granite and lacquered in gold. It was too dark to see his tan but I could imagine the beauty of it. If he were a vampire, he’d sparkle and shit.

  Wait, that was in the sun, right?

  There was no way in hell I was taking off my dress out in the open like that and no way I was doing it in front of him. My body couldn’t compare to the magnificence of his.

  Seriously.

  Naked under the blankets in a hotel room I could do (and hanging from a tree branch in a forest apparently). But stripping naked in the heat of passion with plans to traipse into the ocean? Hell no!

  “Are you shy?” he asked.

  “A little,” I admitted.

  He pulled off his shorts and tossed them onto the beach along with his shirt. Standing there in tight black underwear, he was like a Latin god. His thighs were just barely larger than his biceps and both were quite impressive.

  I imagined gripping his ass as he drove
his cock into me, his strong legs pumping as he thrust forward.

  Yes, I was going into the ocean with him. Absolutely.