2 comments/ 11387 views/ 4 favorites Caribbean Rhapsody By: kevklein Cozumel Island, Quintana Roo, Mexico Near the Yucatan Peninsula "Why are you so damn uptight?" her boss asked. "It's just sex. Something to loosen you up a bit and get your juices flowing. I saw you looking at that Russian model and her lover. All that rutting and noise got you excited, didn't it? You want it just as much as I do." "Excuse me?" She went still. "What are you doing?" Her sleazy employer, Syd Gains, was standing beside his shirt that was spread out on the beach, tugging at his belt. His belt dropped to the sand. "You're wasting time. Get that bikini off." "You're dreaming if you think I'll let you screw me, you pervert. The only thing I'm doing is getting off this island before the storm hits. Go screw the other bimbos who are more willing." She looked him right in the eyes. "Or go screw yourself. I think you do that a lot anyway," she added grimly. "Then you're fired," he told her, shrugging his shoulders. "Either you let me have a taste of that beautiful body of yours, or your done. No agency will take you by the time I'll be done with you. Your choice. It's not like you're a virgin." No, she wasn't, but she wished that she was. The one time she did have sex, she was discarded right after her loser of a boyfriend took her virginity. Pregnant and alone, she had chosen to terminate the pregnancy. An even bigger mistake that nearly killed her in four ways; emotionally, spiritually, and psychologically, not to mention physically. Then she saw her baby in pieces, ripped apart by an evil abortionist who called himself a doctor. After it was over, she had nearly bled to death. After that she had gotten an infection that had nearly killed her again. She'd be lucky if she would ever get pregnant again. After she had gotten better, she had sworn never to have sex again until after she would get married. Did he always get away with this? she wondered. Didn't people file lawsuits for this kind of behavior? She saw her career going up in smoke. But it doesn't have to be, she thought. What she would do next was for her career. Something she thought she would never do; have casual sex. "Do you have a condom?" she asked, hating herself for doing this, and wanting to get the deed over quickly and forget about it. "I'm sure I've got one here somewhere," he replied, digging for his wallet and opening it. He pulled out a wrapper. "Got one left." He held up the wrapper. "My bikini stays on," she told him. She was wearing a yellow bra that barely covered her full breasts. She wore yellow thong panties that only covered her front. "And you'll take me from behind. I don't want to look at your ugly face. It's hard enough for me to let you do this despicable thing to me to save my job. Damn you for bringing me this low." Oh, but you don't have a job anymore, he wanted to tell her. As soon as he was done using that gorgeous body, he would tell her. He just wanted a taste of her before firing her. She was all the porn stars that he liked to watch. To name a few; Crissy Moran, Nadia Styles, Mason Storm, Jenaveve Jolie, Sativa Rose, Laura Lee, London Keyes, Lanny Barbie, Ava Milano, and Mariah Milano, all rolled into one exquisite package. Or any porn star, for that matter, that was a long-haired brunette, large breasted, and opulently curved. That included, as he liked to refer to them, the Spice Girls: Bella, Cierra, Gigi, Karla, Mariah, Natalia, Pamela, Serena, Tania, and the exquisite Spice Twins; Hailey and Ashley. Even though Crissy Moran and Nadia Styles have found religion, he could still enjoy their videos. What could he say? He loved watching porn, especially with Latin stars. He knew that she would be furious if she knew that he was comparing her to a number of Latin porn stars, but he didn't give a shit. He'd screwed every woman that was ever here, or had ever worked for him. The ones that were reluctant, he'd blackmailed in some way until they had given in. Rosa Fonseca was an exceptionally beautiful woman from Honduras. She was on his photo shoot, taking pictures of bikini models, on Cozumel Island, ten miles off the eastern coast of the Yucatan Peninsula, in the jurisdiction of Quintana Roo territory. It had a total area of 189 square miles, and was 29 miles long from northeast to southwest and averaging 9 miles in width. The island was discovered by the Spanish explorer Juan de Grijalva and visited by the conquistador, Hernán Cortés. Now one of Mexico's premiere tourist resorts, it had excellent beaches, fishing, boating, and skin diving. An airport built for military purposes made it accessible by air as well as by boat. They were about 25 miles from Playa del Carmen. Suddenly Rosa yearned to be back home in Gracias, Honduras, almost 400 miles to the south. The city lay in the valley of the Mejocote River, at the foot of Las Minas Hill in the Celaque Mountains. Founded in 1536, it is one of the oldest cities in Honduras. In the 16th and 17th centuries, it was a major mining and administrative centre, but it declined in the 18th century. Destroyed in 1915 by an earthquake, it was rebuilt. Gracias is now the commercial centre for the surrounding agricultural lands. The capital, Tegucigalpa, founded in 1578 on the slopes of Mount Picacho as a gold and silver-mining centre, was about sixty miles to the northwest. "Ready," he asked, eager to sink his throbbing erection into her fine body he knew would be tight because she was a petite woman. "No, but get it over with. I have better things to do. Just so you know, this is a one time deal, and I'll hate you for this." It's a one time deal, all right, he wanted to tell her. And you can hate me all you want, slut. They had walked into the thick vegetation and Rosa bent over the first fallen tree she saw. Reaching behind her, she hooked her fingers into her bikini panties and pushed aside the thin scrap of material that ran through the crease of her buttocks. She bared her sex for Syd to sink his unwanted erection into her unwilling body. I'll get over it, she told herself, feeling him pushing past the fleshy lips of her sex. Then the thinner inner lips, until finally he was all the way inside her. She groaned. It had been years since she last had sex, and she was as tight as a virgin. Syd groaned as he watched her bend over for him. He watched as she pushed aside her thong panties to bare herself. When he saw her bare sex, he immediately stepped up behind her, and took her without a condom. He didn't have one. The wrapper he had shown Rosa, had been empty. He didn't like using a condom. He liked to feel skin on skin. But when the time would come, he'd pull out and ejaculate on her back and buttocks. He knew she'd be angry, but who cared. Not him, that's for sure. When he'd be done using her, she can jump into the Caribbean and wash off. Then he'd tell her to get the hell off this island. Rosa expected Syd to use her quickly, but he didn't. He took his time with her. He only stopped his thrusting to stop himself from achieving his climax. "Get it over with, damn it," she cried out. Being taken this way was better than she'd expected. He knew what to do to prolong the pleasure. "Get it over with, or I'll end it right now," she threatened. But he didn't stop. He kept on stopping then starting, infuriating her because he was making her feel something that she didn't want to feel. He might have had a lot of woman, but she didn't want him to think she was enjoying it. It was not lovemaking, it was just sex that didn't mean nothing except keeping her job. It was way better than her first time, which was awkward and painful. It had led to a pregnancy that she chose to end. This time, though, there would be no pregnancy. Syd was using a condom, or so she thought. "Get. It. Over. With." She grunted each word between thrusts, desperate to get it over with, even though she was beginning to like it. That was the reason she wanted it over with. Finally his pace quickened, not stopping until he pulled out to ejaculate his semen onto her back and buttocks. "What the hell..." she began. The freaking bastard wasn't wearing a damn condom. "Philandering son-of-a-bitch," she swore. "How could you?" "Because I wanted to," he retorted. "Now that I've had you, along with every bitch who's ever worked for me, you're fired. Get your Indian ass off this island." Rosa was so shocked, she couldn't speak for a moment. That animal only wanted to screw her before firing her. "Lying bastard," she muttered. "I'll see that you pay for this." She was embarrassed that she had actually liked the sex a bit. Maybe a little more than a bit. Nonetheless, she regretted ever having agreed to let him have sex with her in hopes of saving her job. Now that he'd had her, he could say that he'd had every woman who'd ever come through his agency. She suddenly went after him, kicking sand toward him. She heard him yelp and followed up with a roundhouse kick to his ribs that she had learned from her martial arts classes. She wasn't that good yet, but it'll do. He gasped for breath. He stumbled sideways and landed facedown in the sand. Right away she pounced on him. Pressing his face into the sand, she reached behind her to collect his semen clinging to her back and buttocks. Dragging her fingers through the sticky substance, she than smeared it over the left side of his face. Too surprised to do anything for a moment, Syd couldn't believe what Rosa did. By the time he struggled to his feet, she was running toward the seaplane that had just started up. It was going to rain soon, she had to get off this island and fly to Cancun. Looking up as she ran, she saw heavy storm clouds moving in, an indication of the possibility of a hurricane that was surely coming. Rosa heard Syd huffing and puffing behind her. Red-faced, there was sand stuck to the left side of his face where she'd smeared his own semen that he had deposited on her back and buttocks. "You are through, Fonseca. There is no city where an agency will hire you after I'm through with you. Forget about your dream to become a world class photographer. You're done, bitch. I'm going to personally see to that as soon as I return to Los Angeles." Rosa wanted to hit him again. Instead she turned to face him boldly. "If I'm done, then I'll sue you for sexual assault and sexual harassment. Won't that look lovely when it hits the papers? You sell a lot of your work at college bookstores. I'd say your sales will dive when the female students hear about your problem keeping your dick in your pants." His face turned redder. "You little slut. You are done as far as I am concerned." Rosa returned his cold stare. "Try it, boss. If you do, I'll enjoy contacting every female photographer in the states so that they hear about your blackmailing scheme." "Blackmail?" Syd was pissed. "What the hell are you talking about?" "You blackmail women to have sex with you if they are reluctant. And you're boasting that you have had sex with every female model and photographer." "Let's go," the pilot shouted. "We have to leave right now. That storm is moving in faster than I thought." Rosa and Syd got in the two-seater plane and buckled in. Rosa couldn't drag her eyes away from the wall of gray clouds. Sitting beside her, Syd cursed, avoiding eye contact with her. The pilot hadn't said a word since taking off, but he'd glanced at the gauges and his fingers were tight on the controls. "What is going on out there?" Syd shouted. "You said that tropical depression was moving east. You said..." "I was wrong." The pilot didn't look up. Rosa peered at the dark clouds to the west. "Can't you outrun the storm?" "The wind can get up to 160 miles per hour. And if we'd left when I wanted to, instead of waiting for you two to fuck each other in the sand, this storm wouldn't be a problem." "That wasn't my idea," Rosa snapped. "You wanted it," Syd snapped, wiping his face with a cloth. "Don't give me that shit. I felt how wet you were for me. I felt you clenching around me as you had an orgasm." The engine sputtered, cutting off Rosa's angry remark. "What was that?" Syd swung around to look out the window, staring at the huge waves. "What are we going to do?" he whined. The engine coughed again. They were in serious trouble now, Rosa realized. Trouble that include mayday and life jackets and a forced sea landing. As the plane nosed dived and shuddered, her fingers dug into the sides of her seat as she fought to control her terror. Cold with fear, she squeezed her eyes shut as they plummeted toward the rough sea. The pilot gripped the radio microphone, "This is Cessna ID number four - niner - three - zero - niner broadcasting on Mayday frequency. I repeat, this is a Mayday call..." Juan Hernandez was about to go back to his hideout when he heard a plane sputter. Right away he swung his binoculars up and saw a dark shape hurtle down, hitting the water fast. Focusing his binoculars, he could make out a figure beside the plane. "Unlucky tourists?" he muttered. Unlikely. Juan didn't think that it was a coincidence. But if innocent civilians had been forced to land at sea, they could be fighting for their lives. He couldn't let them die without a chance. In case that it was a trap, he would stay out of sight until he was sure. Rosa opened her eyes and gasped as water splashed out her face. When her fright left her, she realized that the plane hadn't sunk yet. Both men were still and probably dead. Syd was not strapped in. The pilot was slumped over, blood running down his face. Water was hammering high and the windshield gave way. The plane pitched hard, driving Rosa back. Suddenly she was fighting to breathe as seawater covered her face, and pure instinct took over. She clawed free from the restraint, kicked past Syd's lifeless body and managed to find the rear cargo doors. She searched blindly for the door latch. Water hit her face, blinding her as she forced open the hatch. The plane began to sank. Engulfed, she lost all sense of direction, unable to see. Desperate for air, she kicked in the direction of a dim patch of light, fighting through cold, churning water. She broke the surface, her first gasping breath was torn away by the howling wind. Then Rosa began to sink and realized that she hadn't opened her floating device. After a second try, the vest inflated and she bobbed to the surface. Another wave hit her in the face. Stay smart and you'll stay alive. She let herself relax. Someone would come, she told herself. They would. All she had to do was stay alive. Surrounded by pounding waves, Rosa tried to stay calm. In and out. Don't panic. Stay calm and stay alive. As the sky darkened, her hands turned cold. Her body tightened, shuddering violently. Was this shock in reaction to the cold? She had no idea of how long she had been floating and kicking, watching the sky and trying hard to stay calm. Something bumped Rosa's foot and she screamed in fright. "Please God, no sharks," she repeated over and over. Again something bumped her leg. The damned woman was screaming. It wouldn't be long before her strength gave out. When it did, he'll help her. When she passed out, he spun her over onto her side so that she could breathe. He cut smoothly through the darkness. He couldn't see her face. There was no way to tell her age or hair color. But her figure was impossible to ignore with her hips brushing against him as he swam. She wasn't tall...maybe five foot six. Her arms were firm and toned. Her waist felt slim and her breasts... Juan did an unconscious evaluation as he swam. She was soft and full where their bodies met, but he couldn't let himself think about anything else. Her measurements, possibly 34C-23-34, and height 5' 5'', went through his mind. If she was sent by the men he was looking for, she would be ruthless and experienced. But he would have the truth out of her in a few minutes, whether she wanted to or not. Rosa was awakened by a sharp movement. Wind cut into her face as an arm locked around her shoulders. She screamed and terror made her fight with desperate strength, but the grip on her shoulders was powerful. Where was she? She tried to see, but there was water in her eyes. "Let me go," she tried to gasp. Then her stomach clenched hard and she broke into painful spasms. Hands flipped her over suddenly and for a scary moment she thought the man was going to drown her. But he lifted her, one hand across her mouth. She realized that he was carrying her up the beach. The man was wearing a wet suit. She heard the squeak of rubber as he carried her. Her bare feet then hit sand. She fell to her knees, but he dragged her back to her feet, every motion made in silence. They were moving up the beach, but to where she had no idea. Rosa shivered from the cold, and she was exhausted. "Who are you?" she tried to ask, but something slid around her mouth. He gagged her. Damn the man. Why had he gagged her? Grunting angrily, she fought free and fell onto the wet sand, the strap of her camisole-like top, that was part of her bikini, coming loose. The man didn't say a word as he cuffed her hands in front of her, and draped a blanket around her shivering shoulders. She muttered her anger at him and tried to stand, but he turned, striding back toward the water. He hadn't removed his black swim mask. He had saved her life, but she didn't trust him because he had handcuffed her for no reason. "Don't waste your time trying to escape. We are on a small island and only with me will you have a way off." When her rescuer, or captor, left her alone for a minute, she ran, raising her bound hands to pull the gag out of her mouth. She ran until she was too exhausted to continue. Even then she continued to press on until finally, she fell to the ground, her head hitting a rock. A sharp pain in her forehead throbbed. She crawled until everything went black. Rosa awoke with sand in her mouth. She was flat on the ground, her camisole top damp. Her aching hands were now tied behind her back. How much time had passed since she fell? She tried to free her hands and realized right away that there was no way to escape. She heard a sound and saw that the man was back. Over the slam of her heart she watched as he approached her. "Who are you?" he asked, untying her hands. "And don't you dare lie." "I'm a photographer. I take pictures of models in swimsuits for calendars." "How long have you been doing this kind of work?" he asked. "Almost five years." She cleared her throat and looked at him. "Could I have some water, please?" "I have water, but don't overdo it." He handed her a canteen. She took it and drank. "I'm sticky from the seawater. What I wouldn't give to clean up." "I'm afraid I don't have bath facilities." She squirmed uneasily. "But you must have...I mean, what about the necessities?" Juan pointed over his shoulder. "When you need to go, you find a spot and do what you have to do." "Who are you really?" Rosa asked. He was about as American as any man could get. Even though his name was obviously Spanish, he was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. "Juan Hernandez." "You know what I think?" Juan watched her, fascinated by her beauty. "No, I can't even imagine." "I think you are a Mexican, or Colombian drug dealer who is here to hide out. Probably the kind who uses his brains more than muscles. Maybe you're a kidnapper from Mexico. The kind who put their victims in barrels of oil and sets them on fire if their ransom is not paid. Maybe a money launderer. Not the chump change kind, but a business that's huge and multinational. Out here you think no one can catch you." "You've got quite the imagination." Juan watched her pace. When she stubbed her toe, he couldn't help but laugh when she hopped around awkwardly. "Sit down before you hurt yourself." Caribbean Rhapsody "That's not funny. You couldn't care less about me. First you tie me up, and then lock me in here in this...cave while you..." She stopped as he got up and calmly opened the door. Blue sky was revealed through the open door. "You are free to leave." She stayed where she was, uncertain. "Right now?" "Yes. Right now." "You won't stop me." "Why would I stop you? There is no place for you to go. Let's go." Rosa walked outside. Juan followed her out. He showed her a place where she could have some privacy. When she was finished taking care of business. He led her back to the hideout. As they walked, she heard a plane. When she turned to look up to wave at it, Juan tackled her from behind, landing on top of her and a hand gripped her mouth. "Be still," he hissed into her ear. Like hell she would. Her fists flashed, pummeling his shoulders while she kicked furiously. But there was no way to shift his big, powerful body. As the engine grew louder, she fought harder to break free, but he kept her pinned beneath him while she cursed beneath his hand. The thunder of her heart was so loud that she almost didn't hear the airplane as he flew overhead. There was no hope for escape. Furious she jammed her elbow upward, aiming for his throat, pleased to hear him grunt. But he still didn't get off of her. Juan wanted Rosa. With her struggling, she had aroused him. Right now his erection was pressing into her groin. He opened her thighs by spreading his legs and their bodies ground together intimately. He was aroused she realized, and there was no escape. Rosa's face flushed at the pressure of his shaft as it pressed against her. She jammed her elbow upward again, fighting blindly. What kind of a man was he? As she struggled, she saw his face, cold and determined above her. His fingers traced her features. His fingers opened at her jaw and tightened. He was going to choke her. She twisted as she felt his hand tighten on her neck. Beneath his hand on her mouth, she tried to scream but it didn't get past his hand. He searched for a certain spot carefully, pressing a spot at her ear. Everything went black as white lights burst behind her eyes. Damn her, Juan thought. If they'd been spotted, they would be down on the beach in minutes. He had no choice but to knock Rosa out. When he was sure the plane was out of sight, he picked up her limp body and threw her over his shoulder. He sprinted for the bunker. After laying her on her side on a cot, he debated whether or not to tie her hands to the metal frame. He decided not to. He'd deal with her when she'd awaken. She had great legs. None of that teenager, skinny look that too many women went for. The rest of her body was gorgeously curvy, even though she was too petite for his taste. He wanted to kiss her. Juan frowned, wondering where the idea of kissing her had come from. Maybe it was because of the cramped space. Like it or not, he was stuck with her. He gazed at her buttocks, which were fully revealed. She wore thong panties that only covered her sex. From behind, he saw the outline of her nether lips through the thin material. A tattoo of an eagle with its wings spread, was on her lower back. He reached out a hand and touched her lightly on a buttock cheek. The flesh was firm and toned. He took one last look, and covered her shapely, naked legs with a blanket. He left her alone and went out to search for food. Even as he searched for food, he still thought of her and that kept him aroused. Being in the military, he didn't have sex much. War was hell on his sex life. His libido was kept in check many times by conflicts. But sex was rampant in the military. Even being married didn't mean nothing for some soldiers. Sometimes they were lucky when a female soldiers serve beside them in combat related roles. He had come across an Air Force woman who was some kind of a specialist in water purification. By the end of the day, he had her under him, screwing her into oblivion; in Afghanistan. She was a lovely brunette with a gorgeous body. She was some guy's wife who was somewhere else. Soon he found out that she took one guy after the other to the supply shop, or wherever there was privacy. She would even double team. Being deprived of sex makes some men crazy. Sailors working on aircraft carriers often endured long months of no sex. Whenever some get off at a port, within an hour, they were with a prostitute to get relief. He had even heard of a married woman servicing men on a certain military ship. She began charging a certain amount for blowjobs; fifty bucks a pop. A petty officer arranged everything, and he'd take a percentage of what she'd make. In one year, in the early 2000's, four percent of female service members had gotten pregnant by fooling around with soldiers. As soon as a female arrives, most guys began hitting on her. It did not matter if twenty or thirty other guys were doing the same thing. It was a contest. Most woman in the military were not really that gorgeous, but they were like beauty queens. A lot of them aren't used to so much male attention. They start to enjoy the attention, and get carried away. There was one woman who had sex with four different guys in one night. The first guy crawled in through the window, did his thing with her, and when he left, the second guy came in. He leaves, and the third comes. About twenty minutes later, the fourth guy came to her. What was disgusting about that, was she did not wash or clean up between guys, and they hadn't used a condom. Of course, woman like that are the exception. Most woman in the military are just trying to do their jobs, and like anybody else, have the occasional no strings attached sex; a position made almost entirely untenable at times by the constant sexual harassment and double standards imposed by their male counterparts. If they filed a claim of sexual harassment, they are considered troublemakers. If they give it up, they are whores. If they abstain, they are bitches. Juan's friend, Rick, had slept with more married women than women who weren't married. He also knew that army wives fooled around. It seemed that everyone was cheating, so it became more acceptable. Once he and three of his friend's slept with the same woman; real beauty, dark hair, green eyes, large beautiful breasts with perfect little nipples. Her husband was in Afghanistan, and there was even a picture of them next to the bed stand beside them; her husband with his arms around her, looking happy as they were on some trip in the mountains. He had stared at that picture, as did his friends, as they screwed the man's lovely wife. He had even witnessed two guys going at each other as he had once searched for a private place so that he could masturbate. Rosa awoke abruptly and she felt the room spin. Her head hurt and her mouth was dry. Something had awakened her, and she sat up. The door latch rattled and Rosa's fingers trembled as she pulled off the blanket from her legs and stood up. She leaned against the wall, waiting, fear making her heart pound. The door slowly opened, and an arm appeared, holding the biggest knife she had ever seen. At first she thought it was Juan, but when she saw the face, it was the face of a stranger. In terror, she slowly edged along the wall as the man came toward her. Flat, cold eyes narrowed to focus on her. The big knife pointed right at her heart. She took a gasping breath, fighting panic, then feinted right, made a run for the door. Her attacker went after her, but just as he reached her, she grabbed a piece of metal from the floor and swung at his head, hitting him solidly. He swayed, lashing out furiously with his knife and slashed her arm, cutting her deep. Tears blurred her vision, but she swung again, knocking the big knife out of the attacker's hand. He cursed as the blade clattered across the floor, then pitched forward onto the floor, seemingly knocked out. Was she crazy? Rosa squeezed her eyes shut and dragged in air, shaking as panic hit her full force. She had just gone one on one with a mercenary wielding a huge knife. Who did she think she was taking on a killer? When her shaking stopped, she straightened up slowly. Blood trickled down her slashed arm, and she felt...weird. Shock, she thought. When she turned around, Juan was standing in the doorway, also gripping a huge knife. He looked menacing with it. "What the heck happened here?" Rosa just stared at him in confusion, caught by fear and fury. "I just...all of a sudden he was there, holding a huge knife. He tried to...he almost..." Her voice was shaking. His eyes locked on the cut on her arm. "He hurt you." He pulled her against him and took a closer look. "Not deep, but I'll have to clean it." Her legs started to buckle and she felt Juan's arms go around her, lifting her off her feet. "If you ever decide to kill me, do it fast, because I'm not very good with pain." She gave a weak laugh. His lips curled into a smile. "Looks to me like you are a tough woman." His hand at her shoulder was surprisingly gentle and Rosa leaned on him just a little as he applied a bandage over the slash. A noise alerted Juan. The man on the floor came to life and kicked out his legs. Juan parried, hit him twice and sent him back to the floor. He finished him off with a thrust to the heart with his big knife. Juan came back to her. "You okay?" "What about him?" "He won't be bothering us anymore. I'll bury him somewhere in the trees." Rosa felt faint, causing Juan to look at her more closely. "Take deep breaths and try to relax." Yeah, right. Like that was possible with a man so close to her in the middle of nowhere. She wanted to lean into him, to touch. It was very tempting. Very dangerous. She started to pull away, but felt his hands tighten. "Don't move yet. Take it slow. Lean on me if you need to." His voice was low and husky. For some reason her body warmed at the thought of sliding her arm around his waist, pressing closer to his strong body. "I want you to go and bury the body." Juan dragged out the body and buried it. When he returned, Rosa was sitting in the bed, leaning back against the wall. He had taken off his shirt, and she stared at his chest. It was ridged with muscles above sculpted abs. The close up view made fingers of heat pierce her deep within her body. He was built. No, he was intensely hot. With a body like that, he made her wonder how those muscles would feel with her body on top of him in bed. Heat shot through her. What the hell was going on here? She didn't need a man. She didn't care how gorgeous he was. She'd had enough bad experiences to turn her off men for good. But she had never seen a specimen like this before. Yeah, right. Rosa realized that she never had such a physical reaction to any other man. Was it stress? The adrenaline rush of danger? Her palms were sweaty. Her body was alive and restless, flushed with heat. She was seriously turned on, sensing him with every nerve in her body. Her nipples tightened, pushing against her bikini top. She wanted him. This is not going to happen, she thought. Breathe before you pass out. She was going to do something crazy if she couldn't get herself under control. Like reaching out and grabbing him for the sheer pleasure of it. What was she thinking? This man was going to leave her as soon as he was able. She couldn't afford to fall for him, couldn't afford to be seduced by a little skin. She was too smart for that. She had learned her lesson twice. She sat up and faced him, her legs hanging over the side of the bed. His eyes went to her lips. "There is something I've been wanting to do for a while." His hands slipped to her shoulders. Before she could get a chance to prepare, he was kissing her and it was amazing, full contact, hot and sensual. Rosa couldn't move. Her skin was on fire, her blood heating her body. She wanted to kiss him back. His hands opened, lifted her face. She felt herself being pulled into his arms. The last thing she wanted was to pull away. They were strangers, she thought. Her mind told her to back off. Her body had other ideas. And right now, her body was the boss. "There is something about you that makes me want to make love to you." His tongue licked the sensitive base of her throat, slow and erotic. Good Lord, the man was like a drug. He made her breath back up in her throat, made her forget all the reasons that this was not wonderful, but a very dangerous, and wrong thing to do. Then he bit her ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth. He leaned closer, forcing her to lay back onto the bed. He traced the line of her jaw and turned her face up, kissing her slowly while Rosa's toes curled. He kissed the curve of her shoulder, then feathered along the top edge of her bra. This was wrong, a voice whispered. This could get her in serious trouble. Neither had birth control. But she didn't care. Something made her careless. Her nipples felt hot and tight as he edged closer with his lips. "You could stop me." His fingers curled under the edge to push her bra aside. "It would be a good idea if you did." His mouth brushed the hollow between her breast. Her palms went damp and her hands moved, sliding through his hair. His tongue slid over her exposed nipple and she felt a sharp, intense tug of desire. "Exquisite. Whatever you want, Rosa. However you want." Her heart fluttered. You, against the wall. No talking, no promises, just more of the dark pleasure wrapped around me and within me while you pound yourself into me. "You...you don't have to do anything." Her breath caught. His mouth went to the other nipple. Her body melted, wanted everything and wanting it now. His lips curled into a smile. "So you are turning down my offer?" No! "Yes." She took a ragged breath. "Not that it isn't...not that I don't want you. I do, but..." Her bra fell away. His tongue brushed across the tight, aching nipple and Rosa couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. She needed to stop him because she was going to fall apart in his hands. And he had only kissed her. Then his thumb circled her areola, teasingly, not touching her nipple. It tightened even more. "Do you want more?" he asked. To hell with it. She wanted him. "Against the wall." "That's not a good idea." She wanted him inside her, rough and deep. "I don't care." Juan lifted her up. He pulled the string on the bikini panties and they fell to the floor. Completely naked now, she pressed herself against him. When he got to the wall, she lifted a leg to wrap it around his thigh. He muttered a curse, opened his pants, and freed himself. It wasn't smart, but she had never wanted a man like this. Never, not even close. Why now? Why him? Then thinking was forgotten as she felt him nudge her sex. She leaned back. When his mouth closed over her taut nipple, hot and wet, tugging at it, she wasn't thinking at all. Dimly she felt him turn and press her back against the cold rock. His hands trailed across her stomach, calluses scraping her sensitive skin. "Take me," she rasped. "Not yet." "Why not? I..." Her breath caught as his fingers circled around her waist and he slid his palm down her stomach, feeling her body quiver under his touch. "Closer," he said. "Lean against me." She quivered as he slid a finger inside her. "Lovely," he whispered. And she slipped over the edge that she didn't expect, and every nerve tuned to unbearable clarity. When he slid another finger inside her, Rosa felt her breath stop, her heart catch and then she climaxed. When the first wave took her by surprise, she moaned his name, shuddering against his fingers. They were strangers, yet they were bound by something that neither understood, or even wanted to. Then he went to his knees, this time using his tongue over her until she forgot everything but the hot friction of his mouth doing things that shouldn't be possible. There shouldn't have been more, Rosa thought blindly. She shouldn't have felt desire coursing through her in a haze of madness until she whimpered and dug her nails into his shoulders, climaxing a second time. Her knees buckled. Hardly aware, she felt him rise up and catch her, pinning her against the wall with his gorgeous body. With his splendidly aroused body, she realized. Whatever happened here had to end here. There would be no quiet bonding, no gentle laughter, no white picket fences. This was scream-out-loud, screw-your-brains-out sex and nothing more. Not that she minded. Her body was restless and wet. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and watched his face as her hand slid down, curving over his hard stomach. And then lower, sliding to stroke his rampant erection until Juan had to grit his teeth and force her to stop. "Do it," she panted. "It's all I can think about." He gripped her shoulders, drove her back against the wall, and came inside her hard. Her foot caressed his calves as he moved in and out. She shuddered when he kissed her nipples, her body arching in his arms. The sight of her made his touch turn rougher. "I hope you don't want it slow," he rasped, withdrawing from her body and turning it to face the wall. "Because it isn't happening, Rosa. Not this time." She half laughed, and half whimpered. "I know exactly what I want. You can be as rough as you want." "Prepare to get fucked out of your mind. I haven't had a woman in months." He held her in place as he slid his heavy erection between her buttocks, her tight, perfect butt. With one hand he found the warm folds of her sex and stroked her until she parted her legs a little more. When his fingers played over her, she moaned and arched her back as she felt him penetrate her rectum. When she tried to turn more, he bit her shoulder and worked his fingers deeper inside, past the slick folds, into that tight sheath that clenched around his fingers. "Juan, I..." She pushed back, wiggling her bottom as she felt herself accepting the shallow anal penetration. Juan realized that she might have resisted if she hadn't been so aroused, already on the edge of another orgasm. So he captured a breast in one hand and stroked her wet mound until her body tensed and he felt her release. He didn't wait for her to finish. He withdrew from the rear, and plunged into her from behind, hungry as he heard her breathless cries and the whisper of his name like a soft plea. He loved that sound. Then he searched for her clit, stroking it as he thrust in and out of her. She was wet. She smelled of sex and was his, at least until she got off this island. Her husky cry cut through the silence as she gripped him with her internal muscles. She heard him groan as she did. With her palms flat on the wall, and her breasts crushed against the wall, Juan took her deep and hard as his hands tightened in her hair, holding her head so that it wouldn't hit the wall as he thrust himself deep within her, as deep as he could go. Once and then again. So slick and so sensual. She was tighter than he'd expected. She looked dazed by her response, which meant this was new to her. Her body tightened. She gasped his name, and he drank in every raw sensation, lifting her legs backwards as he pounded into her. She was off the ground. Only his strong hands at her waist held her in place so that she wouldn't fall to the ground. He watched as his shaft thrust in and out of her. It was so damn erotic that he could swear that he felt himself getting harder and thicker. The pleasure of it made him drive deep, hot and thick, inside her. Then he erupted. He couldn't stop himself as she spasmed and clenched around him. He had meant to pull out and spill his seed, but the pleasure of Rosa gripping him, was so great that he didn't have a chance. A few moments passed. Neither had the energy to move. Caribbean Rhapsody When she felt him hardening against her thigh, Rosa didn't think it was possible to get aroused again so quickly. "You can't be ready to do it again." He smiled widely. "Of course I can. I could go all night with the right woman. A woman like you." She stared at him dumbly. Her body started warming again. And she had never felt this good. Memories of Juan's hands and the friction in her rear before he took her made something in her want to try anal sex and get a mouthful of semen. "Take me in the ass," she told him bluntly. "And come in my mouth." Dimly she realized that he'd lifted her onto the bed so that she was kneeling right on the edge. He pushed her forward so that she lay with her knees under her and spread as far apart as she could, and her buttocks high in the so that he could easily penetrate her without any trouble. She turned her head so that she could relax better and sighed when she felt him massaging her anus with a finger made slippery by her own juices, drawing it out from within her with his fingers. When he began to push into her, he groaned when she clamped herself around him. Sweat broke out on his body when she began to push back against his, rewarded by deep, penetrating thrusts. This time she was too far gone, too aroused, too lost, to cry out his name, but it screamed through her thoughts as Juan pushed her flat onto the bed, his palms splayed over her buttock cheeks as he thrust into her slowly, gently, so that she could get used to the unaccustomed penetration. He paused and slowly pulled out. Keeping his hands splayed wide open, it caused the posterior opening to her alimentary canal gap for a moment before slowly beginning to close. Before it was all the way closed, he pushed back in, watching as his shaft sank into her anus and close tightly around him, making him savor the sensations as she clenched her muscles around him. When he was ready to climax, he pulled out and grasped himself tightly and waited until Rosa was facing him with her mouth wide open, and her tongue out. Slowly relaxing his tight hold on his throbbing shaft, he let his seed spurt into her gaping mouth, watching as it slid along her tongue to the back of her throat. When he was done, she swallowed the thick, white fluid. Exhaustion. Bliss. Complete insanity. Rosa winced as she moved, her anus hurt but it had been exciting, nonetheless. Never in a hundred years would she have thought it possible for her to try anal sex and take the pop shot in her mouth. But she had done it. Done it like a professional porn star. And she was sure that she would do it again. And again. She didn't know what to call it, but it was intense. The experience had been far better than she had expected. She'd never felt anything like it before. She'd only had sex twice in five years, and already she had sex twice with Juan in less than half an hour. He was a magnificent lover, and had been careful and gentle. He had made her feel loved and at the same time possessed. If the whole experience hadn't been so damn erotic, so overwhelming, Rosa would hate herself. As it was, she was too tired to smile and too sated from sex to talk with him about what had just happened. Gentle fingers cradled her neck. Slowly they opened over her cheek. "Are you okay?" She slitted open one eye, trying to focus on him despite her exhaustion. "I'm fine. Just as fine as I can be without having the ability to move. Give me a few hours to catch my breath." He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "I want to sleep with you pressed against me." Rosa flushed as she savored the intimate friction of their damp, cooling skin. There was no mistaking the way his body tightened in response to her moving against him. "I've never had such intense sex before. I didn't think it was possible to feel so much. I doubt that makes any sense." Juan didn't say anything. "I'm not even close to having any experience. Before today, I've only had sex twice. My first time was a total disaster. After my boyfriend rid me of my virginity, he took off, leaving me pregnant and alone. I chose to have an abortion, and in the aftermath, I almost died twice. I made a vow not to ever have sex again. I was successful until just before the plane crash. My boss blackmailed me into having sex with him. He threatened to take my job away from me if I didn't do what he wanted. Wanting to keep my job, I let him fuck me. I figured it was only sex, what harm could there be, right? But the bastard screwed me, then fired me anyway." Still no answer. "Juan, are you listening to me. I need to tell you about myself. I don't know anything about you." His mouth turned up in a crooked smile. "There is nothing important to know about me." Rosa tried to pull away, her hand braced against his muscular chest. "I'm not complaining about the sex. In fact, I'll let you do anything and everything that you want with me." She had no sooner finished saying that, when she felt him brush against her, sliding into her. The heat beginning to build again. "Juan?" His smile was slow and sensual. "Not again. I am beyond tired. Let's not do this at this very moment. We'll do it in the morning when I'll have my senses back." "Why not?" "Fuck it. Why am I stopping you? Fuck me senseless," she told him. Why was she even trying to stop him when she wanted him? Shut up and let him fuck you senseless a dozen more times. You can act tough and independent later, when you are done with him. But she couldn't hold back a sigh when he ran his fingers over her tight nipples. Where did he get those incredible erotic skills? He was a menace to women. I wonder how his last lover took all this sensuality? Was she overwhelmed? "I could get you in the mood very quickly." His hand slid down, teasing the damp folds that were pushed aside by his huge shaft as it slid slowly in and out of her from behind. "It would be my pleasure." With two fingers in a V, he stroked the plump lips of her sex, teasing them lightly as he brought her to yet another climax. As her sheath spasmed around him, he emptied himself deep within her womb. Rosa felt the hot splash of his seed as it erupted from her lover's body. As sanity returned, Rosa knew that she would never have sex remotely this good with anyone else ever again, and if she wouldn't be so damn tired, she would do it again. She was absolutely exhausted, and yet she had enjoyed herself again. Turning onto her other side to face him, she fell asleep in his arms. Rosa awoke alone the following morning. She put on one of his shirts that covered her to mid-thigh, and went outside. When she was close to the beach, she heard voices. Shouts filled the air. She dropped flat onto the sand behind a boulder. She knew it was too late. She'd been spotted. She heard excited cries above the sounds of the surf. A man scanned the beach, his machine gun hip high. Before she could make a run for it, a line of bullets cut across the sand barely two feet from where she lay. Her heart pounding and her throat dry, she began running in a zig-zag pattern. More bullets strafed the beach as she ran, sand shooting up around her, hitting her legs in clumps. As the bullets cut closer, Rosa felt something nick her, making her wince, but she kept on running, desperate to reach the trees. More gunfire drilled the sand. She heard curses and she realized she was not going to make it when she heard heavier gunfire coming from a deck-mounted machine gun. If a bullet from that gun hit her anywhere on her body, she was a goner. The .50 caliber bullet would make too much damage. It could easily blow off an arm or a leg. Or her head. This is it, she thought in despair. I am going to die right here, in hardly any clothes. No one will even know what happened to me. As the bullets stopped showering her with sand, she raised her hands in surrender. The gunman approached her, bare-chested and kept his AK-47 aimed at her. He was probably a Mexican working for a drug cartel. Those guys were merciless killers. He was talking into a headphone that most likely was connected to the boat. This was bad. He smiled slowly. He lowered his gun. He stared at her shapely legs and moved closer. "Take off shirt." "Excuse me?" The gun came up threateningly. "Shirt. Off. Now." Rosa backed up. Swallowing her fear, she reached for the first button. Her hands were shaking so hard she couldn't open the shirt, but she kept smiling. One button. She took another step back, still smiling. Rosa was thinking about making a run for it, but she was going to be dead before she'd get five feet. Two buttons. "Hurry up. Faster." Three. "Take it off. Then you lay down." Uh-oh. Rosa fought to keep herself from panicking, opening the last button on the shirt and letting one side slide off a shoulder. She didn't have any underwear on. She'd left them off because they were too gritty with sand. Maybe she should use her exceptional assets to distract the man. Pretend to let him have access to her body. Once she was close enough, maybe she could get a hold of his weapon and turn the tables. The gun tilted. The man stared avidly as she slowly bared herself to him. Rosa fought her panic and slowly let the shirt fall to the ground. The man's eyes darkened. He lowered his gun and set it down on a boulder. He fumbled with his zipper and opened it. "We do it now. Turn around." She turned around. "Bend over and spread your legs." She knew she was going to be raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. Placing her palms on top a large boulder, she bent forward. Standing behind her, the man reached in front of her and grasped her breasts. He was just about to enter her when he made a gurgling sound and fell to the side. Juan stood glaring down at the man he'd killed. He turned to face Rosa. His eyes went to her breasts and saw the man's finger marks. He picked up the shirt and slid it around her shaking shoulders, slowly closing the buttons. His body was warm, reassuring, and she fought hard not to cry. All she wanted was to lean into him, drawing heat and strength from those hard arms. No sooner did he have the shirt buttoned, when gunfire erupted behind them. Juan grabbed her shoulder and pushed her to the ground behind a boulder, his body covering hers. He was her hero protecting her from danger. When the gunfire stopped, Juan told Rosa to make a run for the trees while he covered her. When she did, he opened fire on the second gunman. He went down, taking a couple bullets in the chest. He made his way toward the boat. A man was shouting orders to his last remaining crewman. "Damn Mexican drug runners," he muttered. He was going to enjoy taking them out. He aimed carefully at the man behind the .50 caliber machine gun first. He took him out with a perfect shot to the heart. Hearing something behind him, the second man whirled around to see what had happened when the second bullet caught him right between the eyes. Before he even hit the floor, he was dead. As he started heading back, rain began falling. When he got back to his bunker, he found Rosa sitting on the bed. Her face was white, her body stiff. When she looked up, her eyes were teary. "Are they gone?" Juan nodded. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her like he would a frightened child. "They were going to kill us, weren't they? They were going to...to rape..." Her voice trailed off. "Most likely. Damn freakin' drug runners. They were evil, nasty men that would've tortured and raped you, and raped you again, before finally putting you out of your misery." He sat down next to her. Rosa took a deep breath, her face tear stained. She started to fall to her side. "Take it easy, sweetie." He braced her back. "Everything is going to be fine." She shuddered, then tried to pull away from him. He wouldn't let her pull away, not even an inch. "Are you hurt?" "No." Juan pulled off his shirt and lay down beside her, falling asleep. A few hours later, while he was sleeping, Rosa had gotten up and fetched a bucket of rain water that had been filled by the heavy rainfall that was still coming down steadily. Juan abruptly woke, peering into the dimness. He didn't move, one hand wrapped around the automatic he kept under his head when he slept. Fully awake, he listened to the small sounds in the dim light, letting the sense of movement take on location and meaning. "Rosa?" he whispered. There was no answer. Hearing the sounds of water, he followed the noise through the darkness . In the dim light, he saw Rosa standing beside a bucket of water. Her arms were raised, stripped naked, as she twisted a cloth, wringing it so that the water saturating the cloth came down on her skin. She was bathing herself. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His throat tightened as he drank in the sight of her. He had no trouble picking up the pale outline of her, slim and strong beneath her ministering hands. He felt his pulse spike rapidly. What he was feeling now went beyond normal male reaction into something much deeper. Could it be love? he wondered. He highly doubted it. It was just a normal reaction to a naked female, he quickly decided. How could he know if it was love, when it had never happed to him before. Whatever it was, he liked it. He went rock hard when he saw her move her hips, rocking in time to a tune she was humming. All he could think about was having her, deep and hard, right against the stone wall. Something was happening between them. He couldn't deny it any longer. Looking at her, he knew what it felt like to want something with an intense desire. He couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched her stroking herself. She was now touching herself in a way that caused him to groan with an intense need to claim her. She fed his desire until he hungered to shove her against the wall without a thought for her wishes, taking his own release without regard for her pleasure. He knew she would feel slick and hot against him. She still hadn't seen him, her eyes closed against the pleasure that she was surely feeling as she worked her fingers in and out of herself. He'd had enough. He had to have her now. He slipped out of his clothes. She sensed a movement and opened her eyes. Her fingers went still inside her when she saw Juan coming toward her with an enormous erection. She stared at him, close enough that she felt the heat from his body. "I thought you were..." Rosa couldn't finish. She was embarrassed at being caught masturbating. "I know." "What are you going to do?" "Fuck you, of course. I can't seem to think of anything else." Rosa slipped her fingers from her slickness and raised her hand to brush her fingers against his lips. At the contact of her dewy fingers, he knew he was losing control and his blood was on fire. She had to know how much she was affecting him...and the risks she took. She slid her fingers through his hair. "You want me very much, don't you?" "You have no idea, sweetie. I want you in any way I can get you." The sudden nip of her teeth made him groan. "So what are you waiting for?" Juan caught her face between his big hands and kissed her slowly, drawing out a whimper. She rose onto her toes, her hands at his neck, her body straining against his. "My desire is out of control," she whispered. "It's too strong." "It's the same for me, beautiful." Juan brushed her breasts, smiling when he felt her nipples stiffen. He cupped her breasts, leaning forward to pull one tight little nipple between his teeth. "Then hurry." She whimpered, her nails raking his back. "I'm burning for you, Juan." "That makes two of us," he said huskily. He gripped her waist, pulling her against him. "Tell me where and how you want me, sweetie. Otherwise, I'm going to take you now and I'll make my own decisions." Juan found that he didn't need her words. Under his hands, her body was his to do as he pleased. He had her nipple in his mouth. His fingers were buried between her legs. She gasped, rubbing herself against his stroking fingers in unmistakable response. "Do what you want, Juan. But make sure you take me in the ass again," she told him boldly. "Finish off with a shot in my mouth." Hearing her talk like that told him how much she was enjoying carnality. Heat and need. No holding back. No lying. A woman could never lie when he held her like this, reading her body's arousal. Those signs of arousal, now bared, left him awash in primitive instincts, his blood drumming with the need to control and claim. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed into her, again and again. Then withdrawing, he turned her to face away from him. Dropping a wad of saliva onto his fingers, he slowly pushed them into her bottom to stretch and lubricate her, stroking her clit as he did so. To hear her moan as he worked her to an orgasm with his fingers moving slowly in her tight, rear entrance, and his stroking fingers on her clit and velvety nether lips, was music to his ears. "That's a good girl. You like that. You'll like it too when I'm buried all the way in that tight hole of yours." Rosa clenched her hands into fists as she felt the head of Juan's erection at the tight ring of muscles. The nerve endings pulsed, protested, throbbed in bearable pain, and then relaxed. "That's it. Push out when you breathe out. That's right. Let me in. Let me make you feel good." Then, with a final push, he was buried fully in her rear. That did hurt, but in a way that made her want more, eager for the next stroke. Panting, she turned her head to look at him. "No withdrawing and entering. Keep going without slipping out." Juan groaned. He countered each stroke in her rear with a flick of her clitoris. A deep thrust in, an intense, almost painful withdrawal. With the continuing flicking of her clitoris, Rosa felt an orgasm gathering. She'd started to drift away, anticipating that moment when everything would explode in heavenly rapture. "Damn, I'm ready," Juan said. "Clench around me, sweetie, that's it." Groaning, he flexed his hips. She felt every plunge of his thrusting shaft as he cried out his orgasm. He gripped her head and withdrew, switching to stroking himself as he erupted into her open mouth for a second time. Her tongue flicked at a spot below the head. He groaned, pressing the crest against her tongue as he watched his seed escape from the end of his shaft to run down her tongue, filling the back of her throat before swallowing compulsively. He kept his grip on her hair, holding her head as she licked him clean, her tongue curling around the head. He finally let her go, lifting, then carrying her exhausted body to the bed where he set her body down so that her sore bottom rested on the edge. Then he dried her off and urged her to lie back down before drying himself off, and also getting into bed beside her. Juan realized that he had feelings for this woman. It was surely not love, for they haven't know each other that long. Maybe it was just intense lust that they felt. Only time would tell. Give it another week or so. If the feelings were still there, than he'll think about having a serious relationship with her. THE END