by Olivia Jake
Marco had rented a boat so that they could travel to some of the other islands. When they got down to the docks, everyone knew him and was happy to see him. They also seemed genuinely happy for his success abroad. Having been a tour guide, he knew his way around the entire chain of islands. But especially in a place like the docks, he quickly fell back into what Alex assumed was a role he played for much of his life.
Alex sat back as Marco piloted the boat. It seemed like at every turn, she was reminded that he was so much more than just a pretty face. She was starting to think that perhaps there really were 31 flavors of Marco. She had witnessed the sweet, fun, sexy, caring, intense, familial sides to him. Now, watching him skipper the boat, she saw he was confident, strong and capable too. She pulled out her camera and started shooting. She doubted these shots would make it in the piece, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to document everything, not knowing where this relationship would end up when they got home, she knew that she’d at least have the photos as mementos if nothing else. When Marco realized she was shooting him, he started hamming it up for the camera, saluting then putting his hand up to his forehead and pointing off in the distance as if saying “Land ho!”, then standing with his hands on his hips like a strong sailor. Then he grabbed a life saver and put it around his neck, making silly faces. Alex just kept shooting and shooting, laughing as they went.
When he went back to steering the boat, Alex turned her camera on Jesús and Teresa, who were so sweet in their still, somewhat awkwardness around each other. As scary as Jesús looked on the outside, he was so timid and sweet with Teresa. For a trip that Alex dreaded at first, it was turning into being so much more than she could have ever imagined. Not just for her, but for Jesús too. She wasn’t sure if she had ever seen him so relaxed and happy and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in what she was witnessing. She was lost in her thoughts when Jesús turned and came over to her.
“I’ll get a shot of you and Marco steering the boat.” Jesús offered. Alex was shocked but accepted as she handed the camera to him. As she made her way to the steering wheel, Marco backed up and put her in between him and the wheel, with his arms around hers. Jesús took a few shots and then nodded, his signal that he got the shot. Alex was relieved that it seemed perhaps he was starting to accept their relationship.
Marco took them to Baltra Island to show how different the topography could be. There, it was flat and arid with cactus and salt bushes. Then to Bartholomew to show how quickly it could change again, this island being a volcanic islet. They searched for the infamous penguins who make their homes there, and once they found them, Alex shot Marco looking like cross between the penguins and Charlie Chaplin. It seemed no matter what they did, he was always able to have fun, never taking himself too seriously and never bristling or questioning Alex’s direction.
Shooting outdoors like this, there wasn’t as much for Jesús to do as there would be at a studio shoot, but still, he held reflectors, checked exposure, switched lenses. In short, he did enough to impress the easily impressionable Teresa. It was clear he enjoyed showing off, in a very low key, matter-of-fact way, but showing off none the less, for her. Neither of them said too much to each other, but it was obvious that there was a mutual attraction, despite the lack of conversation. Alex knew Marco saw it too, but he chose to ignore it to a certain extent. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that he liked what he saw, but it seemed that he and Jesús were softening towards each other. Either that, or they were both more concerned with their respective women.
When they got back, they picked up all the rest of the Flores women, and the eight of them went out to dinner. “Mama, abuela, you don’t have to cook every night. Let someone else do the work for once.” Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Once at the restaurant, Lydia even allowed herself to get a little tipsy, and Alex could tell that Marco was happy to see his mom relax. Like the other dinners, this one too was loud and animated, but for the first time, Teresa piped up, telling the rest of the family all about their day. Alex was happy she joined them. Jesús clearly enjoyed showing off for her, and she loved every minute of the shoot.
Alex couldn’t be positive, but she was pretty sure that Jesús and Teresa were holding hands under the table throughout dinner. Whatever ended up happening between the two of them, Alex knew that the relationship was a positive one. She was a good, sweet young woman, so innocent and so unlike most of the women her age in LA. Other than when he was around her, Alex hadn’t ever seen Jesús let his guard down around anyone. If nothing else came of their relationship, Alex knew that it proved to Jesús that there were other good people out there.
By now, Marco was treating Alex as his girlfriend. He didn’t hold back holding her hand or putting his arm around her, or leaning over to give her a kiss during dinner. Alex thought she saw Patricia smile when she looked over to see one of these tender moments, quelling any fears that Alex had about what his family might think of her. As far as she could tell, they were just happy to see Marco happy.
That evening, when they got back to the hotel, Marco went to the front desk while Alex and Jesus unloaded the equipment. When he came back he sported a knowing grin. After he and Alex went into her room, he pulled a key out of his pocket and waved it proudly. “Vamanos.”
“Where are we going?”
“I got us a room at the other end of the hotel,” he grinned, and Alex couldn’t complain. She knew that Jesús had likely heard all kinds of moaning and noises she’d rather not think about. Alex shook her head and grinned right back at him as she grabbed her purse and toothbrush and then followed him out the door. She was relieved that she wouldn’t have to worry about Jesús, not that it held her back the night before.
Marco didn’t waste any time once in their new room.
“Alexandra, all day I thought about all the things I wanted to do to you. Todo el dia, amor.” Marco’s tone was pure sex. There were so many things that Alex was coming to like about him, but in moments like this one, she was reminded of how much she loved that he was such a man. He oozed masculinity. Not in a sexist way, but in a powerful, strong, confident way. Working in entertainment, there were so many men who were the antithesis of masculine. Marco was a man in the best sense of the word.
“De veras, Marco? Digame.”
“Oh, amor, I’m not going to tell you. I’m going to show you.” he smiled. The playing was almost the best part, she thought. Almost.
“First,” he leaned in, and Alex angled her face up for a kiss, but at the last moment he ducked and caught her neck in his mouth, making Alex instantly moaned with pleasure.
“You know, Alexandra,” he purred in between biting on her neck, sending shivers down her body. “This morning, you started to run away,” he went back to nibbling. “And I had all day to think about that.” His lips made their way back to her neck. Alex was melting under his words and his mouth. The anticipation alone was such a turn on. “And I found a solution.” He continued to nibble and bite at her neck as his hands moved up her sides to her breasts. She moaned out loud when he cupped them in his hands.
“You see, Alexandra, I know you like this.” He moved back to her neck as he pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “Yet, this morning, you tried to run away.” At this, he pinched them hard, which Alex loved. This time she moaned. “Exactly. I don’t know why you’d run away from this.” He pinched hard again, and she felt it all the way down in her pussy. She knew from the previous night that she didn’t need to be impatient. She would get what she wanted, and more. Much, much more.
“So, amor, I figured out how to prevent that from happening again. Because, I know your body is sometimes at war with your head, no?” It wasn’t really a question. Alex just kind of whimpered in response. Marco lifted Alex’s tank top off. He didn’t wait to unclasp her bra behind her. She could feel her nipples harden, both at the excitement and the flush of cool air now that she was topless.
“Put your arms down by
your sides.” He said, and Alex, without for a moment questioning, did exactly as he commanded. He tied her tank top around one wrist and her bra around the other. A devilish grin spread over his face as he leaned in to kiss her. As he did, he lifted her and moved her over to the bed, on which he laid her down.
“You trust me, Alexandra?” he asked, his piercing blue eyes boring into her.
“Sí, Marco, sí,” she panted.
“Bueno. Put your arms above your head.” This time, Alex hesitated. “Corazon, you said you trust me.” He said, and a smile came over his face. She’d never been tied up before, but she did trust Marco. More than that, she was so turned on, she would have done just about anything he told her to. So after her initial hesitation, she did as she was told, raising her arms above her head, knowing what he was planning on doing. And she couldn’t have been more excited at the thought of being helpless under his hands, his mouth, his body. The previous night proved that he could give her pleasure she had never before known.
Marco fastened each of her arms to opposite ends of the headboard. Alex felt the thrill of being at his whim as he looked down on her, predatorily. He unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pulled them and her g-string off.
“You’re not going anywhere now, Alexandra.” He growled and she felt her pussy clench as he said it. So naughty, and so exciting.
Alex now was fully naked, and Marco was fully clothed. He had a smile and a look on his face that Alex wasn’t sure she recognized. He was full of lust, and she recognized that. But it was more than that. It was almost that he wasn’t sure what he was going to do with her now that he had her. Not that his expression showed indecision, it looked more like he just couldn’t decide where to start now that he had her right where he wanted her.
Alex tugged at her restraints.
“Adonde vas, mi amor?”
“Nowhere, mi amor. Just testing.” She replied, wondering if calling him ‘my love’ would throw him at all. It didn’t. He just smiled, enjoying watching her. She couldn’t quite get over how comfortable he was with them being together. He was unlike most men, rather than running away from commitment or pronouncements on their relationship, he ran towards them.
“It seems you continually test me, no?” he asked rhetorically. Everything he said at this point seemed laced with sexual innuendo.
Marco stood over her, studying her. “I’ve never been with anyone like you, Alexandra.” He said as he pulled his shirt off. “You know, you’re different than any of the women I’ve met in LA. Tu sabes esto, si?” Alex shrugged as much as she could given her restraints.
“Most women in LA,” he sighed and shrugged, “no hay nada… pero, contigo, you keep me guessing. I like that.”
“Is that all it is, Marco? Just that I keep you guessing? That I’m not like the typical LA woman?” Alex worried.
“Oh, Corazon, no. Not at all.” He pulled off his pants and with them, his briefs. Once again, he was fully hard and Alex was mesmerized by his cock and his body. She just couldn’t quite believe how perfect and beautiful and big and hard he was. It was difficult not to stare at the wonder that was before her eyes. She knew that he was more than just a pretty face, and body, and cock. But right now, being tied to his bed, looking up at all that he was offering, it was impossible not to let everything that she was looking at influence her.
“Pues, que vas a hacer conmigo?” Alex asked. Marco smiled.
“Es a good question, no? Mmmm, you know, Alexandra, you’re so damn sexy, especially tied to the bed like that. But, dios, speaking Spanish too? Oh, Corazon, you are something very, very special.”
Alex laughed. But the truth was that she loved speaking Spanish with him.
He moved predatorily onto the bed. “Now, much as you want, you can’t run away, can you?” he asked, and Alex shook her head.
“Do you want to run away, Alexandra?”
“No, Marco.” She said breathily.
“Bueno. But I’m not releasing you.”
“Good.” Even Alex was surprised to hear herself say that. Marco chuckled.
“Have you ever been restrained, Alexandra?”
“No.” Alex said softly.
“But you like it, sí?” his gaze was so intense, it was almost mesmerizing. All Alex could do was nod. “I like seeing you like this, Alexandra. Naked, bound, knowing I can do whatever I want to you.”
His hands started slowly tracing the outsides of her legs, so lightly. She knew he was loving controlling the situation, and she was helpless to it.
“All day, you tell me what to do.” He smiled as he continued to lightly stroke her skin, sending shivers throughout her body.
“Pose like this, Marco. Put your hands on your hips, Marco. Smile, Marco.” His hands moved to her inner thighs, slowly making their way up, up, up. When he got to the top, he pushed her legs apart.
“But not now, Alexandra. Es fair, no?” he asked rhetorically as he dipped his head down and licked her slit lengthwise. “Now, I get to tell you. Spread your legs wider, Alexandra.” He commanded and Alex did, producing a smile from Marco.
“Oh, Alexandra, look at you. So beautiful, I should take a picture.” Alex stiffened. As sexy as this all was, she certainly didn’t need pictures of her spread eagle, tied to the bed. “No te preocupes, amor. I won’t do that. We wouldn’t want that getting sent to Vanity Fair, now would we?” he smiled, then dipped his head back down. His tongue traced one side of her lips and then the other, back and forth, then he’d lick her center, sometimes making his tongue stiff as he’d stick it in her. Even that little bit of pressure made her moan, wanting the real thing. He was taking his time and the more he licked and teased, the more Alex wanted.
He continued lazily licking her pussy, like he had nothing better to do. Alex was moving her hips pushing them up, as if doing that could provide more friction, the friction she so desperately needed. His whole face was buried in her now, he was truly eating her. As his tongue continued lapping at her slit, he was pressing his nose back and forth so that it was rubbing against her clit. It was nice, but it wasn’t enough. Marco’s hands were still on her legs, keeping them pressed wide.
Finally, after making it clear who was in charge, Marco put an end to Alex’s frustration and moved his mouth up to her clit to focus on it. Alex couldn’t believe how his tongue seemed to know exactly what to do. He sucked as he flicked his tongue back and forth, back and forth, over and over, giving her that stimulation she was craving. Alex knew if he kept doing this, she would come. She focused on the feeling of his tongue against her clit and could feel her body become more and more sensitive. She was so focused on the sensation that when Marco shoved one finger and then two into her, and started not just pumping them in and out, but curling them each time he hit her g-spot.
“Ooooh my God, Marco, ooooh, you’re going to make me… Oooooohhhhhhh.” Alex moaned as her body shook and trembled, his mouth staying on her as she bucked and rode out her orgasm.
Marco moved up her body once the shaking stopped. “Taste yourself, Alexandra. Taste how sweet you are.” He said as he leaned down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, biting her lips, spreading her juices on her face. Alex lapped it up. It seemed so naughty to taste herself, it just turned her on even more. She kissed him back like she couldn’t get enough.
“You like tasting yourself, don’t you?” Alex just smiled and nodded. “Now you get to taste me.” Marco straddled her face rubbing his cock up and down so that she could lick the underside, starting with his taint, all the way up to the head. Back and forth he dragged his cock and balls over her face. All Alex could do was lick him as he controlled where and how. Eventually, he pressed just the head down into her mouth, allowing her to lick the precum off the tip and tongue and suck his head. He slowly, shallowly fucked her mouth like this. Alex kept her eyes open, looking up at him as he straddled her, feeding her his cock.
Then he slowly slid all the way down into her throat, or as much as she could ta
ke. She gagged a bit at first when his cock hit the back of her throat, “Relax, Alexandra. Relax your throat.” He said and she did. He continued sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, establishing a rhythm where he’d rest a moment when he hit the back before he’d pull out again. Alex wasn’t so much giving him head as he was fucking her mouth. And she was completely helpless to it. She loved it. She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth, the taste of him, the smell of him, but what she really liked was that he was doing this to her. She loved the feeling of being tied up and forced to do whatever he wanted. Of course, everything he wanted felt amazing, so giving up control wasn’t much of a sacrifice.
He continued fucking her mouth, Alex getting better and better at taking it, until he finally pulled out, a trail of spit hung between the tip of his cock and her lips. Alex moaned at the loss.
Marco slid down her body, once again kissing her, this time tasting himself.
“I like fucking your mouth, Alexandra.” He nipped at her lips, “but I like fucking your pussy even more.” He rolled off of her to get a condom. Alex was still helpless, tied there, just watching him move, watching all the muscles ripple as he bent and twisted and roll it on. He came back to the bed and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up to her arms, practically folding her in half. She felt completely restrained now with him pinning her legs. He took a moment to look down and smile, clearly liking what he saw, before he took both her ankles into one hand, using his other hand to position his cock, and in one swift move, he slid all the way in, forcing a gasp from Alex.
Once he was in, he put his hands back on each ankle and then slowly but forcefully slid in and out of her, coming almost all the way out each time so that Alex could feel his entire length every thrust. And, when he would slide back in, he did with such force, she gasped every time.
