Modesty
**ROMANY**
Laying out here in the sun topless is a whole hell of a lot more fun than I thought it would be. To my ultimate surprise, Anna decided to join me despite that this morning when Santos originally passed her the message detailing precisely what we intended to do, she appeared disgusted, even a little angry, but once we were up on deck and I let my bikini top fly, she simply laughed and did the same.
Now the pair of us were dancing at the end of the dock, tatas bouncing while the music blasted from the six foot speakers that bookended the back patio. We were drinking cocktails that Jaime was more than happy to serve and the longer we were out here the more I began to want to jump into the sparkling blue sea.
“We should swim!” I say, taking a guzzling swallow of my icy margarita.
“You think?” Anna laughs, following my *responsible* example and downing her pina colada.
I turn around and eye the rail, studying the footholds, then leaning over to survey the drop. “We should jump!” I tell her and she goes sheet white.
“Um…” She backs away from me, holding her arms over her meager breasts which are cute enough with her pretty pink nipples - that are pinched in, something that *I* have never seen until now - but I definitely prefer my own.
“Come on!” I say with a conspiratorial smile. “You're an airline stewardess, you can’t be telling me that you’re afraid of heights.”
She holds up a finger. “Actually, yes, I am. And just so you’re aware, people who are afraid of heights don’t have issues flying in planes, they have issues *jumping* out of them.”
“Huh,” I say bored. “Here, take this!” I hand her my glass and begin to climb the rail. I’m only about halfway up when someone’s arms come around me, locking in place and pulling me down off the rail. “Hey!” I snarl, trying to shake loose.
“Jumping from the dock would be a *very* bad idea Hermosa,” Ruiz hisses into my ear. “This is not a pier at the lake. This is the ever shifting ocean.”
I smell whiskey and some thick musky aftershave that has my stomach roiling and my margarita walking back up my throat.
“And why is that?” I ask, reminding myself of the role I’m supposed to be playing with this mutt and relaxing into his hold. His forearms are bare, the sleeves of his black button up shirt are rolled to his elbows and I can feel the hair of his arms rub against my nipples.
His lips touch my ear as he presses himself against my back, pushing us into the rail so that my ribs constrict along the wood. “Because there are rocks down there,” he informs me in a slow slithering voice that is half whisper and half psychotic killer. “They are very, very sharp and should you be fortunate enough to land far enough away from them, which I doubt, the rip currents would pull you under and drag you toward them.” He dips his hip then presses forward into my back and I gasp at the feel of him hardening against my rear. He hums into the side of my head, tightening his hold over my breasts with one arm while releasing me with the other so that he can point out into the sea. “You see those dark shadows over there.”
I don’t because I’m too focused on keeping my heartrate down and acting unbothered, but I nod anyway.
He smiles against my cheek. “Those are sharks. Now I don’t know what kind they are, but I doubt that it will matter once you’re bleeding into the sea.” His dick pulses and I swear he grinds himself a little on my tailbone. His hand comes back around, sliding over my bare stomach and causing a shiver in me that is *anything* but arousal. “Tell me, why would you think it was wise to take off your top and bear yourself to the world, eh? Did your mother never teach you modesty?”
*Fuck you, asshole. Don’t ever speak about my mother.*
“I was just having fun,” I say lightly, turning my face toward his so that I can catch a glimpse of the patio and figure out why exactly no one has come to my rescue yet. Unfortunately he has a bigger head than I though and he’s blocking my entire view. “Something wrong with having fun?” I quip, trying to sound snarky.
“What’s wrong with having fun?” He chuckles mockingly, his gold tooth flashing even as his arm around my chest tightens, his hand fisting over one breast to the point of pain. I choke back a cry of discomfort, pushing myself harder into his chest to relieve a little of his grip. “Are you sure that was all you were trying to have? Or is it maybe, that you wanted someone’s attention?” His free hand trails over my hip, fingers dipping behind the string of my bikini bottoms to play with the ties alongside. “Maybe, you wanted all eyes on you.” He dips his hand in the front of my suit and I force myself not to flinch away from his touch as his fingers probe deeper, stopping only a centimeter or two from my clit. He leans his head in closer. “Do you want me to fuck you out here, Romany? Do you want me to fuck you against this railing and then throw you over for being a dumb little cunt who couldn’t stay covered up?”
My veins turn to ice and for a moment I’m afraid that he’s going to do exactly that, minus the fucking, because he shoves me almost violently into the rail and I can feel his muscles straining with the *want* to do it.
God only knows what comes over me.
My arms are locked behind his, but my hands are free at my waist, so I slide one into the front of my bottoms and push his hand a little lower, pressing his fingers down directly over my clit. “Maybe,” I say, turning to look up into his wicked gold eyes as I heave my chest harder into his arm and bite my bottom lip.
He loses his smile, his pupils stretching wide and I feel the force of his erection throbbing behind me.
*He likes this. He likes when I provoke him.*
His hand tightens over my sex, the fingers circling my bud, once, twice… then he grits his teeth, his nostrils flaring as he curses in Spanish and then removes his hand, bringing it back to my hip. “Mi hermosa bruja,” he whispers, his eyes fixing on my mouth. “You are playing a dangerous game with me, Bonita. You ought to be careful the things you push me to do. I have an extremely large appetite. And… once I taste you… I will not stop eating until there’s nothing left.”
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