by Cullen, Ciar
He turned to kiss her. She pushed on his chest and backed up. “Not yet.” Tam picked up her champagne glass and sat at the table. He was enormous, gorgeous, breathless, perspiring, and barely able to stand. “Tam, please,” he begged. “I want to kiss you.”
She pointed to his cock and smiled. “You know what I want to see. Please the Mistress of Pacal! Now.” He smiled darkly and very slowly, almost shyly, played with his hair with one hand as he squeezed his nipples with the other. He moved his palm down his smooth torso and grabbing his cock, began the slow, long strokes, from one side to the other, over the tip, back and forth, up and down. He moaned lowly as he looked at her from under the hair that had fallen into his eyes. She was mesmerized.
“I’ll come soon like this.”
“No, not yet.”
He groaned and stopped his caresses.
“No, you can’t stop. It’s not allowed. Just don’t come.” She grinned and gave him an evil little laugh.
He rubbed himself again. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything,” he gasped out the words.
Tam smiled slowly, watching him approach the brink, then slow down and pull back. He was torturing himself for her. It was exquisite.
“Please, Tam, I can’t go on like this.”
“Play with your balls for a while, that should slow it down.” He winced and cupped himself, gently pulling at the skin and rubbing the base of his cock.
“You are fucking cruel.”
“Then beg, Professor.”
“Let me come.” He grabbed his cock and stroked roughly, quickly. “I’m begging you Tam. I’m dying. Please, please, I’ll do anything for you. Anything. Forever.”
“Do it now.” She moaned as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He cried out loudly as he exploded, pouring his release onto his hands, legs shaking, chest heaving.
Tam wanted to cry out with him, but she forced herself to sip nonchalantly from her glass.
“Move the candles around the tub. I need more light.” He looked startled, barely recovered from his orgasm. He slowly began to rearrange things. She pointed to the hot tub, and he climbed in. Tam brought him his glass and some sweets on a plate, and told him to drink, then took a seat across from him. She pinched her nipples through the silken fabric of her dress. Then she pulled the skirt up enough to slip her hand underneath and brush her soaked pussy. She brought her fingers to her lips, rubbed the wetness on them, and puckered a kiss at him.
“You are so not fired,” he said, making her laugh despite her efforts to be serious. She unfastened the halter dress and let it slide to the ground. And watched.
He groaned loudly. “God damn. Bare. I…”
“You like?”
“Oh, Doctor, you’re a living, breathing fantasy.”
She spread her legs, propping her high heels on the edge of the pool.
“You’re a goddess. The Mistress of Pacal is full of surprises.”
“Good surprises?”
“Oh, very, very good ones.”
She pinched her hard nipples with one hand and brought the other down to her pussy as she spoke. “You asked me what I do, remember?” He shook his head slowly in acknowledgment. “I do it all. Everything you can imagine, and some things you haven’t thought of. And I do them all the time. And yes, I do them under your roof.” She slid three fingers inside herself and he could see every detail as she fucked herself with them, moaning and arching. She never stopped looking into his eyes. Without stopping, she rubbed her clit with her other hand, back and forth until she exploded in wave after wave of release. She gradually came back to consciousness and looked at him.
“Your mouth is hanging open, sailor.” She smiled.
“I suppose it is. Damn, you could make a lot of money doing that in front of a camera.” She laughed and he laughed with her. She slid into the tub and sat next to him, sipping from his champagne glass. She could see that he was as hard as a rock again, and she knew they were just beginning the night.
“You know, you have ruined me for other men. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Part of what I want. And to think, I haven’t even touched you yet.” He leaned over and kissed her and she moaned. He was tender, loving, perfect. And then he held her head and changed the kiss and brought all the passion back to the night. She reached under the water, found his cock, and grabbed it hard. His kiss became desperate as she stroked him. He filled his hands with her breasts and rubbed them gently and then fiercely, squeezing her nipples while he bit at her lips and neck.
“Say your prayers, dear, we’re going to bed.” He lifted her out of the water, carried her over his shoulder to the room, and dumped her soaking wet onto the bed. He grabbed a towel, brushed her down quickly, and dried himself off. Then he knelt next to the bed and examined his prize. Tam was incredibly frustrated. Surely, he wouldn’t leave her again?
“Tam. I’m going to make you come now, and I pray you think I’m the best, because I need that, desperately. I’m frustrated that I care so much. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know what hit you.”
“Do you always tell somebody what you’re going to do before you do it?”
“No, never. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” he smiled, “I’m going to suck on that gorgeous bare pussy of yours until you beg me to fuck you. But before I do,” he hesitated, lowering his forehead into his hands, “I want to ask you a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Stay.”
“Stay?”
“Yes. With me. Don’t go home. Do you understand? But, if this has to be the last time we’re together, if you decide to leave tomorrow, well, I’ll understand. I mean, you came to work, not to find a…”
“Lover?” She smiled.
He nodded.
“Sinj, as long as we’re playing true confessions, here, I may as well tell you something. And I have the feeling I’ll regret it, and I don’t want to lose my job again.” He laughed.
Was he ready? It didn’t matter. Roll the dice and live with the consequences. Because you won’t be able to stay with him as a friend or colleague. It would never be enough, and the pain would become unbearable.
“Professor, I’ve gone and done the unthinkable.”
“Oh Lord, what’s that?”
“I’ve started to fall in love with you.”
“Could you repeat that?”
“I’m falling in love with you.” She looked at him seriously now, worried. He looked so stunned. He had wanted a lover, he had wanted her, but not this. How stupid—he must think her a naïve child. Of course, how many women had said that to him, thrown themselves at him? Humiliated, she turned away and began to climb off the other side of the huge bed.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He was yelling.
“Leave me alone.”
“Tam, come here.”
She walked towards the bathroom. SinJin caught up with her and grabbed her arm, swinging her around to face him, tilting her chin up to drill into her eyes with his. Then he pulled her into his body and held her so tightly she thought he would crush her.
“You mean it!”
“Leave me alone,” she mumbled into his chest.
“Not a chance, Dr. Martin, not a chance. Not ever. Didn’t you hear me before? I asked you to stay.” And there it was in his voice, what she had longed to hear. She hesitated and looked up at him to find him grinning at her. “I guess I’m not that great with words.”
“Oh.”
“Right. You said you wanted a lover, didn’t you? All right, you have one.” He laughed and threw her onto the bed. “Now, back to that conversation we were having. What was it I was going to do to you? I forgot?”
“Are you sure you want me to stay? I mean, with you, not only at the site?”
“For God’s sake, Tam. If I tell you I’m falling in love with you, will that shut you up?”
“Oh my God. Oh my God, Sinj. Say it again.”
“No way. You heard me. You’ll have to trust your memory. Don’t push it, Doctor.”
He held her arms down and stared into her eyes. Then he brought his mouth down on hers and pulled her apart with his hot lips, his tongue, his teeth. Tam wanted to hold him but was overwhelmed with the sensations he created. He moved to her breasts and sucked on her nipples, sending flames through her body. She groaned his name. He licked his way to her pussy and brought his hot tongue onto her clit. Tam cried out as he licked her up and down, sucked and nibbled. He brought her to the edge and then pulled back, returning to her breasts and her mouth.
“See, Doctor. Not so nice to be tortured like that, is it?”
“Oh, Professor. It’s so very nice.”
He took her clit into his mouth and sucked as he pushed his fingers into her dripping folds. She let go and he watched the blush of her ecstasy wash up her body. Tam grabbed his hair and rode his hand, crying his name.
“I can’t wait, Tam, I have to have you now.”
“Please, now, oh yes.”
He thrust into her quickly, with one hard push that brought a scream from her and a loud groan from him.
“I’m sorry, that was too quick. It’s been so long…”
“Would you shut up and fuck me, SinJin? You’re perfect.” Tam felt tears of passion build as she squeezed at his cock, clutched at his back, craving to meld her body and soul with his. He wants me.
“Oh, damn, you are fucking incredible.” He began to move slowly at first, long deep strokes that filled her completely. She was on fire and matched his rhythm. “Oh God help me.” He slid in and out and quickly lost control, slamming into her, yelling her name as he came, as she came. They held each other, throbbing, for minutes. Tam could feel his quick heartbeat and breathing against her cheek as she nestled against his chest. It matched her own.
“Tam. Damn.”
“Yeah, I know. God almighty.”
He propped himself up on one arm and smiled at her.
“What the hell happened to the Beast? You’re grinning like a fool.”
“Oh, he’s still in there. I’m sorry that was so fast. Guess I needed to get that one out of my system. Wanna try again?”
He held her tightly and kissed her hair, stroked her back.
“Oh yes, I do. But just hold me for a minute. Damn, that sounds lame. Sorry, Professor.”
“Actually, this is almost as good as sex, and I’m the last person I expected to hear say that.” He pulled her tighter and she quickly brushed away a tear that slipped out.
“I don’t know anything about you, Tam.”
“Sure you do. I read glyphs and you love having sex with me. Can’t imagine you’d care about more than that.”
“You’re wrong. Well, I don’t really care, but what if someone asks me something about my new ‘lover’? I should be able to have something to tell them.”
She tapped him lightly on the cheek. “Asshole.”
“Go ahead, tell me anything. Favorite color. Where were you born?”
“Green. And I’m originally from Canterbury, but was raised in Manhattan.”
“How romantic.”
“Not really. We also lived in Boston. My parents are the retired Professors Martin, astrophysicists. Only child.”
He nonchalantly played with her breasts. “Your father is George Martin? I lived in a dorm at Harvard named after him. Ah, the daughter of a legend. Wait, your mother is too, right?”
Tam laughed. “Yeah, I’m the offspring of a couple of geeks. And somehow, they’re still proud of me. Maybe I’m a geek and I don’t know it?”
“Yeah, you’re a real geek with that sharp tongue and stripper’s body. Maybe you were adopted?”
“Come on, Professor, tell me about yourself.” Tam looked deeply into his eyes and rubbed her hand along his muscular arm, bit back a sigh.
“I’ve already told you more than I’ve ever told anyone. No, seriously. I have a sister, Cynthia. She lives close by. You’ll love her, and she’ll adore you. And of course, she’ll tell you anything you want to know. She’s the insane one.”
“And you are filthy stinking rich, am I right? You try to hide it, but it shows anyway.”
“Hmm. Well, Dad did have a pretty good business sense, yes.”
“So you don’t have to worry about funding from Princeton or the University of Mexico, or anywhere else? Wow. Most guys with your looks and your money would, you know, go yachting or something?”
“You really like the way I look?”
“Shut up. I’m not going to feed your ego.”
“Please? Anyway, you know me better than you think. Because, deep down, we have to be the same sort of person to be passionate about a secondary Post Classic site, don’t we?”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
“And then, there’s this.” He brought his hand between her thighs and started circling her clit with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed her thoroughly, beautifully. As she groaned his name, he caught it with his kiss.
“Take over, Dr. Martin.”
“I love it when you tell me to take over.”
“I know. I do too.”
* * *
“Oooh, husband, I liked that part.”
Shield Jaguar snickered and set his cup on the floor, rolled A’ok onto her back, and leaned in to kiss her sweet lips. “And would you prefer to be with the storyteller, or with your husband?”
“Ah, you are my Lord. But perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I pretend that the storyteller is with us now?”
“Should I pretend that the female storyteller is also here?” Shield Jaguar pressed his cock against her mound and she reached down to guide him into her, then laced her fingers in his long black hair.
“I care not, Lord. I only care that you take me.”
“You don’t care if I want another?”
“You want no other. You want A’ok. You love her. Please, Lord, tell me.”
Shield Jaguar ignored her plea, fighting his heart, silently begging for her to proclaim her love for him first. It is the way it must be, he thought. I am Lord.
* * *
“Don’t look so pissed. I can’t help it, Ramirez will be there today.” SinJin pushed Tam into the Land Rover and she growled at him. “Growl all you want, I know you’re smiling inside.”
“Smug bastard. I’m not pissed, just disappointed we can’t stay longer.”
He smiled. “Me, too, Doctor, trust me.” If you only knew. Longer? I want longer to be forever. Geez, SinJin, what have you gotten yourself into?
Rosa waited for them on the porch, hands on her hips, looking very disapproving.
“I sent my cousin, Orlando, to look for you at the site! You could have left me a note, SinJin Twaine. You are not too old to put over my knee. Well, perhaps a little old for that. But do not make Rosa worry so!”
“Hello, Rosa. I’m sorry, Mama. I should have left you a note, you’re right.” SinJin kissed her on the forehead and walked past her into his bedroom, shutting the door.
“Yes, you should have,” she yelled after him.
He peeked out his window onto the porch, amused as the women faced off.
“Are you okay, Miss?” Rosa frowned at Tam, and then her frown gradually grew into a knowing grin.
“Oh, Rosa, you know I am.” Tam laughed and hugged her. Rosa clapped her hands in glee and did a little dance on the porch. Tam laughed harder.
Rosa leaned to Tam and whispered. “Miss, was it good? Was it very, very good?”
“Rosa, if he weren’t like a son to you, I’d tell you how good it was.” She winked.
“Oh, tell me anyway!”
SinJin drew the curtains aside. “I can hear you!”
Rosa fell into fits of laughter, and Tam stormed off to her room.
When SinJin knocked quickly and opened Tam’s door minutes later, he found her sound asleep on her bed, still fully dressed. He was about to wake her with a growl and stopped himself. What would it hurt to give
her some rest? He had worn her out, he thought smugly.
He told Rosa to let Tam sleep, quickly grabbed coffee and a roll, and started to the Land Rover. Rosa ran after him. “Can you take me to the market? I can take the bus back, but I need a few things for dinner.”
“Of course. If you want, spend the day in town and I’ll pick you up at lunchtime? Actually, there’s something I need to do in Playa if you don’t mind going there?” A whim turned into an obsession. He’d laid awake, wondering if there were a chance… Well, if he bought the ring, it didn’t mean he had to ask her right away. She’d stay on the site, and when the time was right, in weeks or in months, he’d know it. Rosa chatted excitedly as SinJin sped down the road to Playa del Carmen, whistling happily, leaving Tam to her dreams. He wondered if she’d dream of him, then felt foolish for being so in love.
Chapter Nine
Tam thought she was dreaming at first, but then he repeated the order, and she knew the gun at her temple was very real. He was tall, quite handsome, and obviously Mexican, although he spoke fluent, nearly unaccented English. A dead ringer for Antonio Banderas, Tam thought numbly. Alberto Ramirez, the head of Mexican Antiquities, holding a pistol to her skull. Her body felt like it was melting off her bones. She had never known true terror before, she realized. Everything felt as if it were happening in slow motion.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” She moved to wipe away her tears and he waved the gun in her face.
“No movements. No questions, or he will die. You will follow my orders exactly, Dr. Martin. Understood?” Tam nodded, her mind racing. Wasn’t this man SinJin’s friend? In fact, wasn’t he his new boss? She couldn’t take it in. He must be mad. A madman was holding a gun to her head.
“Get up, not a word. Pack your things, quickly. Every last item, do you understand?”
“No, I don’t understand.”
Ramirez slapped her and she fell back onto the bed. Her cheek throbbed and she began sobbing.
“Shut up! Shut up! Do what I say.”