by Cullen, Ciar
SinJin moved to her neck and bit and licked until she struggled against him, reached down to caress his swollen cock. “Oh, please, let’s do it.” Her hot whisper into his ear pounded to his cock and he felt his control slipping quickly.
He pulled away, and Tam looked puzzled. SinJin pulled off his shirt, knowing that she loved the look of him. Thrilled that she loved the look of him. It was an incredible turn on, and he had never allowed himself the luxury of this kind of adoration before. Please God, let this be right.
“Two years, Tam. Think about it. Do you want to be the first in two years?” He pulled off his shorts and briefs in a swift movement. He saw the effect he had on her, the appreciation, the lust.
“Pleased? Or disappointed?” He looked at her darkly from beneath the hair that had fallen into his eyes.
She groaned and reached for his thick swollen cock, jutting straight to his navel. He moved back a step as she reached for him.
“No wonder you’re vain, Professor. I want that, now.” Tam stood and untied her halter dress, let the silk slip to the floor, leaving her in a tiny patch of black silk.
“Oh, God help me.” SinJin’s knees nearly buckled at the sight of her. “You look like a stripper. Actually, you look better than any woman I’ve ever seen. Jesus, Tam.”
“Get over here, Professor.”
She reached to touch him and he backed up again.
“Keep talking to me, Tam. Say anything at all. How do you think I’ve gotten by all this time? Alone, at night, in my bed, thinking of what I want to do to a woman, what I need her to do to me.” He rubbed his chest and slowly brought his hand down to his cock, teasing himself in light strokes and breathing in quickly at his own touch. He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head up, moaning slightly, shocking himself a bit at his exhibitionism. My God, I’ve never touched myself in front of a woman. Why does it feel so good?
“I wonder,” he hissed, “What it looks like when you do this to yourself. What do you do to yourself, Dr. Martin? Have you touched yourself under my roof? Do you rub yourself slowly or quickly? Do you take your time, or do you make yourself come hard and fast? Maybe you get a little help? Do you like toys, Dr. Martin? No? Never had a toy? We’ll have to fix that.”
Her eyes betrayed her.
“Oh yes, you will, for me. You’ll do anything for me.” He approached the bed and pulled her up, licking her mouth and neck, biting her ear and flicking his tongue inside briefly to hear her intake of breath. He pinched at her hard nipples and then leaned down to suckle on one as he cupped the other breast. She clung onto him tightly, crying out in desperate need. Running his hand down her smooth belly, he cupped her pussy, feeling the heat and dampness of her lust.
Tam ran her palm down his stomach, capturing his cock in her palm. He bit back a cry. “Kiss me again, Doctor.” She pulled at his tongue with her lips as she ran her hand around the smooth tip of his cock. Sheer bliss, sheer instinct made him push her down to her knees. He heard her snicker as if from very far away and he looked down to see her staring up at him.
“Oh my God, suck me off, honey. Oh my God.”
“Don’t rush me, boss.”
She used her hand first, sliding it around the tip and circling the shaft, then rubbing up and down. He shuddered in pleasure. She brought her hot tongue onto the tip, licking in circles and rubbing her lips back and forth until the sensation was more than he could bear. He pulled her head in and she finally took as much of him in as she could, sucking and sliding her tongue around him, rubbing the head on the back of her throat.
“Oh, Tam, my God. Stop now.”
“I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to ever stop.”
SinJin pushed her away and then led her to the bed, legs shaking, heart pounding. Every ounce of his being screamed to take her, to fuck the living daylights out of her, and never stop. But he had to wait, he had to leave her wanting him.
SinJin rolled onto his back and she fell onto him again, sucking him in as she stroked his shaft.
“Doctor, I’m going to come in a second if you keep that up.”
“That’s the idea.”
“I want you to know something.”
“Tell me. Tell me anything.”
He gasped the words out. “I’m ashamed to say that I’m a hopeless tease. It’s a sickness. I suppose I deserve every nickname I’ve been called.” He shut his eyes and groaned loudly as his world spun out of control, his orgasm pounding through his body in huge waves of release. He shuddered and pulled Tam into his arms, kissing her head, rocking her back and forth, as he reeled in ecstasy. After minutes of holding her, he gently extracted himself from her embrace and grabbed his shirt. He wiped his cock and stomach, and gently wiped Tam’s chin and hands. He leaned and kissed her on the forehead.
“Good night, Doctor. Thank you very much for that. I’ll have to consider giving you a sign-on bonus.”
“You’re not serious. You’re going to leave me like this?”
“Like what?” He snickered mischievously.
“Throbbing, aching, soaking wet, crazy for that body and face of yours.”
SinJin pulled on his shorts and kneeled at her bedside. “Dr. Martin, as you no doubt observed, I don’t like to hand out compliments readily. But you are the sexiest woman I have ever known. And I think you feel the same way about me? Now, I wonder,” he whispered, as if conspiring with her. “What do you think it would be like if I actually touched you? If we actually made love? Hmm?” Taking in a deep breath and one last look into her eyes, he turned and left the room.
SinJin flopped onto his bed and sighed. It had taken every ounce of control he could muster not to luxuriate in her unbelievable body. But he had to have more time, more of her. He hoped it was enough, that she would want another night with him. That she would lay awake and wonder what it would be like. That she would stay. She has to stay. I hate how much I want her to stay.
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“And did she stay, Lord? Please tell me she stayed!”
Shield Jaguar laughed and rubbed his hand along A’ok’s smooth back, pulling her in closely.
“So impatient! You will have to wait to find out. Do you want to hear more?”
“You are cruel! What must I do to hear what happens?”
Shield Jaguar poked his tongue into his cheek in an imitation of A’ok. She sat up and crossed her arms petulantly. “Well? What?”
“I think it is time for you to put that mouth to use at something other than endless babble. And afterwards, I’d like my pipe and my cacao cup. Very sweet.”
“You are insufferable, Lord.” But a sly grin crept to her lips as she licked her way down his torso and pressed the head of his cock into her mouth. He moaned in exquisite pleasure, not caring what the priests thought of the sounds emanating from their quarters.
A’ok pulled away and slapped him lightly on his stomach. “For the love of Chac, do not stop your story!”
Shield Jaguar laughed loudly, caressing her hair, wondering at the love that welled up in his chest. “I’m to speak while you bring me to fulfillment?”
“You are quite talented, Lord, I’m sure you can manage it.”
He pushed her head back down onto his member and continued his story, breathlessly.
Chapter Seven
Tam wasn’t ready to face the morning. Four-thirty, dressed and ready for work. How could she saunter onto the porch and have breakfast with him? Was she supposed to pretend last night hadn’t happened, simply talk about the weather or their work? She couldn’t have gotten more than two hours of sleep, spending most of the night staring at the ceiling, lusting after SinJin. The son of a bitch.
SinJin didn’t look up as she sat at the table. He continued to scribble in his notebook, head leaning on one hand. She found his glasses even more attractive today, knowing how erotically he had behaved only hours earlier.
“How’s the nutty professor this morning? I suppose you slept quite soundly.” SinJin glanced over his glasses
at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about.
Rosa emerged onto the porch and set a wonderful breakfast of eggs and sausages and fruit before her. Tam turned to the food, pushing it around on her plate, trying not to glance at SinJin every few seconds. It was so quiet, she could hear the tick of her watch. She was ready to rail at him, when he pulled off his glasses and looked up.
“What’s the sequence of the glyphs you read yesterday?”
“Huh?”
“The glyphs. You know, those funny rounded symbols the ancient guys carved on the buildings. It was Smoke Rabbit, then who?”
“Oh. One Smoke Rabbit, Two Smoke Monkey, Spear Jaguar, and I think the next was Shield Jaguar, but I couldn’t see well enough to be sure. I guess that would be the reverse order of their rule. Hmm. That’s odd.”
“Exactly. I want you to spend more time on those today. Ramirez is coming tomorrow; he left a message on my cell. A big mess over a site in Belize that the University is excavating. God, it had better be tomorrow. I hope he’s not putting me off for some reason. It’s not like him to take this long.” He went back to writing for a moment, then abruptly shut his notebook, drained his coffee cup and began pulling his backpack together.
“Ten minutes.” He went inside.
So that’s how it’s going to be, Tam thought, fuming. We’ll see about that. “Asshole,” she said loudly, knowing he would hear her.
They rode to the site in silence, and despite her annoyance at SinJin, Tam felt the same excitement when she saw Pacal for the second time. She couldn’t wait to get back to the glyphs, to read the story that the ancient inhabitants of Pacal had written on the stairs of their temple, the story that hadn’t been read in hundreds of years.
As they began unpacking their gear, terrified cries from the workers echoed across the site. SinJin grabbed Tam’s hand and they ran to the far side of the pyramid. Tam could barely take in the horror.
Blood! Deep red blood. Everywhere, not even dried in places—it had run in tiny streams from the top of the building to the bottom stair and onto the soil. Tam felt nausea rise up at the smell and the ghastly sight of it. Someone must have used gallons of blood. Flies swarmed on small wet patches. On one large stone, she saw the symbol for the gods of Death, the guardians of Xibalba, drawn in the deep red. The workers chattered hysterically. Some threw down their shovels, swearing to leave the site for good.
SinJin cursed and while he turned to the crew, interviewing them about the vandalism, Tam sat on the ground and took in the horror. Who would do such a thing? A warning, obviously, but from whom? The site was so desolate, it couldn’t be children. One of the workmen?
SinJin had managed to calm the men down, all except for one, Rosa’s nephew, José. He wouldn’t pick up his shovel.
“No, Señor. Cozmano, you, Pacal. All very bad. The King will not let us wake him. He speaks to me in the wind. Leave him be.” He walked to his bike and took off down the path towards the main road.
SinJin ran his hand through his hair and cursed up a blue streak.
“Who did this, SinJin? Why?”
“How the fuck should I know?” He kicked the dirt.
“I know. It’s a sacrilege. And a warning?”
“Absolutely. A childish one. Did you hear that?” He turned to the workmen. “Only a child would do something like this. No true Mexican would do this to his own heritage! If you know who did this, tell him that he is a fool, and it won’t work. I’m not leaving. Pick up your shovels and start where we finished yesterday, or you won’t get paid today.” He stormed off into the jungle. Tam longed to follow him, to comfort him, but she recognized the fury burning through him. If it were she, Tam thought, she would want time alone to burn off steam. She’d let him handle this his way.
“Miss?”
“Yes?” She turned to Orlando, the head of the crew, who looked close to tears.
“It is not one of us, do you understand? We love the site, and the Professor, he is good to us. Better pay and hours than any other site, much better. We are not the best crew, you think. Too inexperienced. But we are getting better, you see? You must trust us. We could not hurt Pacal. Understand?”
“Sí, Orlando, I understand. Thank you. Please don’t worry, I will tell the Professor.” Tam believed the earnest man, and something told her this wasn’t an innocent prank. She went back to the Land Rover to fetch her gear.
“Leave, now!”
Tam spun around, shaken by the voice that hadn’t sounded real, hadn’t sounded human. It had come to her on a light breeze, a whisper with no source. Her heart sank and tears welled to the surface. The curse. The hand on her shoulder, the blood, the voice. Impossible. There was a rational explanation for everything.
“Who are you? Come out, you chicken! We’re not leaving.”
Tam watched SinJin at the edge of the jungle, speaking in rapid-fire Spanish on his cell phone. Tam wondered what to say to him. Should she tell him about the voice? What would he think? No, the blood was enough for one day, and he was still furious, not ready for any tales of a curse.
Pulling herself together, she wiped her tears and went back to the bloodied ruin. Resolving to appear strong, she studied the vandalism. The color had made it easier to read some of the glyphs, highlighting the raised surfaces. She took out her notebook and started sketching, intending to make the best of a horrible situation. She felt SinJin by her side, but she continued working.
“Tempted to leave?” He sounded bitter.
“Why do you say that?”
He pointed to the blood.
“Oh. I thought you meant something else.” He looked at her in concern, and she shrugged and continued her sketches.
“What, Tam? Tell me. If there’s something else, I need to know.”
“There’s nothing!” she snapped. “Oh, SinJin, I’m sorry. It’s just upsetting. Did you talk to Ramirez?”
“No, damn it. His secretary said he’s still in Belize. I can’t open the tomb, and now I’ve got this mess on my hands.”
“Well, the workmen, except for Rosa’s José, are all okay, I think. Orlando wanted to make sure we trust them.”
He nodded. “I’ll talk to them some more, and I think I’ll let them go home today. There’s not much they can do without Ramirez here anyway. I’ll pay a few to guard the place tonight.”
“Is that safe for them?”
“Sure, if they’re armed.” He patted his hip and she realized that he carried a gun under the long-sleeved shirt that she had thought only shielded him from the sun. “Game for staying a while?”
“Of course.” She pointed to the glyphs. “I can read them better now.”
He snorted. “Well, it’s not a complete loss, then. Tam, thanks. You Martins do kick ass.”
Two hours later, Tam sat in the dust, unable to sketch a moment longer while standing. She was soaked with sweat and covered with grime, but exhilarated. The glyphs had made her absolutely sure that they were at the location of Shield Jaguar’s tomb. She was thinking of the best way to tell SinJin, imagining his face, how happy he would be. How proud he would be of her. She would share his most important moment. She closed her eyes. He would hug her, perhaps kiss her. Remember this day for the rest of his life.
“Leave!”
The hissed warning jolted Tam out of her fantasy. Her blood turned to ice water. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t form a sound. Her legs felt as if they would give out as she scrambled to her feet. A warm breeze stirred and the soil spiraled up around her legs, threatening to surround her in a cloud. She ran in terror.
“SinJin!”
He caught her with one strong arm as she rounded the corner of the pyramid. “What happened?”
“A voice, warning me to leave Pacal.”
“Whose voice? Where?”
“I don’t know. It didn’t sound, well I can’t explain it.” She turned away from him, embarrassed that she would sound ridiculous.
“It didn’t sound human.”
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She gasped and looked him in the eyes. “You’ve heard it! What’s going on? Tell me now!”
“If I knew, I’d tell you. I’ve only heard it twice, both times very recently. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t give a damn. Nothing has hurt me or anyone on my crew in four years.”
“It’s the tomb. Because you’re closer to opening the tomb! Admit it! You think the same thing.”
“The curse is bullshit, and you know it. Come on, it’s someone playing a very nasty trick on us. Some people think Americans shouldn’t be digging on Mexican soil, you know that. They resent our funding, our training. Don’t think that we’re loved everywhere we go.”
Tam nodded uncertainly, remembering a similar vandalism incident in Guatemala. Maybe he was right, but she wasn’t convinced.
“Come on, that’s it for today. I’ve got to go over about four days of notes and you have some drawings there we can go over, right?” She nodded. They packed up and left Pacal to its guards.
“Why do you carry the gun if there’s no threat here?”
“There’s enough evil in the world without ghosts, Tam. Or hadn’t you noticed? We’re sitting on finds that have a fairly good black market value.”
“Have you ever had to use that gun?”
“Only on Peders, your friend.” He laughed. “And a few others.” She looked at him quickly and he smiled. She wasn’t quite sure he was kidding.
Tam relaxed a bit after lunch and a beer at SinJin’s favorite roadside cantina. She suspected now that this was his ritual—a hot day at the site and an afternoon beer to quickly write some notes. She loved it, and tried to imagine spending all her days just like this one. The pleasure of that fantasy shocked her. Did she really want that? To spend every day working with him? For how long?