Return to Cancún by Lena Malick

The few
times it had happened in the past, he felt compelled to apologize
to her later, for being what he called a “selfish lover”, but she
secretly loved it. She loved that she could drive him to it. And
she loved being the recipient of it.
    He pounded into her, overcome with lust. He
suddenly paused for a moment, as if realizing he was being too
rough. She grabbed his hair and pulled him close. “Fuck me. Fuck me
hard,” she said in his ear.
    That drove him insane. He thrust into her in
long, deep strokes. He pushed into her so hard she was sliding
backward on the floor, her head getting pinned against the couch.
His shirt hung above her. She reached up and grabbed it, yanking
hard. The remaining buttons popped off as she tore it off and
wrapped her arms around his back, digging her fingers into him.
    “Harder,” she said.
    He made animal-like grunts and gasps as he
pushed. His hand at the back of her head grabbed a fist full of her
hair. Fully leveraged on her, she felt the full force of his
physical strength with each thrust.
    “Harder,” she said again.
    She was completely overwhelmed by the power
of his pure, masculine force. Usually shy about making too much
noise, she yelled out as he drove into her. She pulled her legs
higher and reached down, grabbing his ass. Pounding deeper, he
arched back. The glistening muscles on his chest and shoulders
bulging with strain. Finally, he let out a long, whaling cry as he
orgasmed, his cock shooting deep inside her in powerful blasts.
    ~ ~ ~
    The next morning was a mad scramble. Nik had
spent the previous evening going over everything with Carmine,
Allan and Red. Everything was set—except for a way to get to the
airport.
    It finally stopped raining during the night,
but the road out was too muddy to pass. No way a cab would try.
They had an old truck they used to pick up supplies in town, but it
would never make it through the mud.
    “The boat,” Nik said, pacing in the living
room.
    “No, man,” Carmine said. “Have you seen the
waves coming in? You can’t swim to shore from the boat when it’s
like this.”
    “The motorcycle,” Nik said.
    “Nah. How are you going to get it back?”
    “We could leave it there, and you get it with
the truck, later, after the road dries up.”
    Carmine shook his head. “I could get it, but
there’s no way you could make it through the mud with both of you
on the bike.”
    Nik glanced at Terra, then went back to
pacing. Carmine stared at the floor. They didn’t have much more
time.
    “Yes, we could,” Terra said. They both looked
at her. “We could do it.” She looked at Nik. “I’ve ridden with you
before. I remember what you taught me… crouch on the pegs, lean
when you lean…” She stood up. “We could do it,” she said
firmly.
    Carmine shook his head. Nik pursed his lips,
unsure. “No. Nik, you’re a good rider, but you two would end up in
the mud a half dozen times before making it to the main road,”
Carmine said.
    “So?” Terra said. “I don’t care. We can do
it, I know we can.” She was determined now. And she knew she was
right. But she also knew they were concerned that she didn’t know
what she was getting into.
    They didn’t end up in the mud a half dozen
times, but they did drop the bike twice. Luckily, Terra had stuffed
her shoulder bag in her backpack and wrapped the whole thing in
plastic.
    It was brutally hard. She knew it’d be messy,
but she wasn’t as prepared for the physical exertion. The road was
so washed out there were times she couldn’t even tell if they were
still on it. They had to ride crouched over the bike as Nik
maneuvered through the muddy terrain. Her legs were burning before
they were even half way to the main road, but somehow they made it.
When they came up over the last embankment and up onto the paved
road, it felt like they’d just been birthed from middle earth.
    Terra wasn’t sure what Nik was doing when he
pulled the bike off the main road, near a farm.