“Good, because I feel like I’m glowing. Thank you for setting all this up.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek as my hand rested on his chest.
“Oh, this is just the beginning. We have a lot more to do.” Ellis threaded our fingers together and led me out of the spa to a cab that was waiting on the curb. He gave the cabbie an address and winked at me. I watched out the window as the pretty green scenery flew by, Ellis’ hand was in mine the entire time. Before long, the cabbie pulled up in front of a small building. The cab sped off once Ellis paid and we were standing on the curb.
“What is this?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t right. Ellis knew me better than this, didn’t he?
“A salon.” Ellis said as if I was blind, which I guess made sense since it was quite obvious that’s what it was from the outside. I just didn't understand why he was bringing me to a salon. “Just trust me.”
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held it like he was afraid I would try to flee, which wasn’t far from what I was thinking. Luckily, I was able to talk myself into sitting there and letting them do whatever it was Ellis wanted with my eyes closed, lip sneered the entire time. I didn’t know why he thought this was something I enjoyed or wanted, but I’d go along with it for now, if that’s what he wanted. Only because he’d spent time setting it up.
“Open your eyes. See how beautiful you look.” The lady that had been torturing me, stabbing my head with pins and a covering my hair with a gallon of hair spray said. I looked in the mirror. I was impressed. It was nice, too bad it looked nothing at all like me. I gave her a guarded half smile and said it looked nice.
Next, Ellis led me to a shop that had a huge variety of dresses. After what seemed like forever, Ellis and the sales associate found the “perfect” dress for me. I felt deflated. All that wonderful energy I had after my massage was long gone now, and I just wanted to go take a shower, jump on my bike and get the hell out of there.
Wordlessly, I followed Ellis out of the store where he flagged down another cab so we could head back to the hotel. Back in our room, Ellis disappeared into the bathroom to get ready, leaving me with my new “perfect” dress and my new "perfect” hair. I pulled on my dress and stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. This wasn’t me. I looked like someone else completely. I didn’t feel sexy. I didn’t feel attractive. I felt like I’d been turned into someone else and was now expected to act like someone else which didn’t sit well with me.
I sat down at the vanity in the bedroom and slowly started pulling out the pins from my hair. If this is what Ellis wanted, I couldn’t do it. Not even for a night. Not even for him. I felt like a poser, a fake and that just wasn’t going to happen for anyone.
Ellis walked out of the bathroom wearing a black button down dress shirt and black slacks with shiny black shoes. He stopped when he saw what I was doing. “Ryan, what are you doing?”
“Ellis, I’m not doing this. I don’t know why you are doing this, but I’m not like this. I don’t want to be dolled up and dressed up. This isn’t me; this isn’t us! While you look fucking handsome dressed like that, that isn't you either.” I sighed, dropping my dress to the ground so I was wearing only my panties and bra, hair spiraling down my back. “This is me. I don’t want to be that person ever. I absolutely hate being pampered, and if that is what you want from your woman, then find someone else that enjoys it because I don’t.”
Ellis closed the distance between us and slipped his hands around my back. “Baby, never. There is no one else, never ever will be. I’ve never tried to romance a woman before. I’ve just been following what all those women magazines and blogs say to do. Then here I am falling flat."
“Tell you what. You do what you think is a good idea, and I’m sure I’ll love it a whole lot more than whatever those people with their heads up their asses say is a good idea.” I slid my hands up his chest to grasp the lapels of his shirt and yanked hard, sending buttons scattering, opening his shirt. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“Glad I could help you fulfill that fantasy.” Ellis laughed, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders. “Well, put on whatever you are comfortable in, we have one last thing planned for tonight and it'll be good, I promise. No matter what we are dressed in.”
“You know what? You just bought me this dress, let’s get some wear out of it.” I smirked at him. “Apparently it makes my ass and legs look nice, or that’s what someone was saying back at the dress shop.”
“That it does, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I just want you the way you are most comfortable.” Ellis pulled on a black t-shirt. Now that was mouthwatering to me. It showed off his amazing body and was so much more him than the stuffy button up shirt had been. I winked at him and put on the new dress anyway. I knew he liked it and while it wasn’t my favorite, it wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever worn either. “Now let’s go, sexy.”
Ellis gave me a heart stopping kiss before opening the door. He led me out of the hotel and to a boat dock where a single boat was waiting. It was completely empty except for one table with two chairs. The boat captain helped us both onto the boat and to our seats before pushing off from the dock. As the boat glided slowly down the river, soft music floated through the air, creating an unexpected romantic atmosphere.
“You know, I never thought of boats as romantic. They always seemed loud and annoying or constantly rocking, making me sick,” I said to Ellis as we held hands on top of the table. “Not this one though.”
“They use these boats every night to serve dinner to like 15 people at a time, so I’m sure they’ve figured out how to address the rocking issues and noise." Ellis shrugged, taking a swig from his bottled beer the waiter had brought him.
“So then where are the rest of the guests?” I glanced around and we were the only ones on the boat except for the handful of staff members.
“I rented it out for just the two of us. I wanted us to have this time for just us. We are making up for lost time. Plus, as I said, I wanted you to get the very best of experiences.” Ellis looked off to the side of the boat, sad thoughts flashing over his features.
“Well, since we are enjoying the moment and all, would you like to dance with me?” I stood and held out my hand for his. I didn’t want to talk about the future and us. I just wanted to have fun. This was completely not something I would normally do, but hey, when in Texas, right? Rome, Texas, whatever. Experience it while you can. A good time was waiting and I was going to throw aside my distaste for the girliness of the evening and just go with it. No other man had made even half the effort my big, brute Ellis had at romancing me and that made it all the more special to me.
He awkwardly took my hand and stood. Ipulled him to an empty area on the boat deck before wrapping my hands around his waist. He slipped his arm around my shoulders, holding my body against his. We slowly swayed side to side to the soft music as the sun dipped lower in the sky, lighting it up with rich reds and deep oranges. After a couple of songs, we sat back down to eat our dinner that was served as we returned to our seats.
After dinner, we danced until the boat pulled back up at the dock where we had boarded a few hours before. We walked hand in hand back to our hotel room. I stripped naked, but Ellis left his boxer on, informing me we weren’t having sex that night. That no matter how sexy he found me, he wanted me to know that he didn’t have to have sex all the time. He whispered in the dark that we were about so much more than the physical relief obtained from sex. I tried my best to pretend that yet again I hadn’t heard him expressing such heart breaking things. While I wanted to return some form of intimacy, I also knew that doing so wouldn’t be fair to him so I bit my lip and pretended to be sleeping.
In the morning, we quickly packed up the few items left out before getting on the road to New Orleans. This was the one city I had been looking forward to visiting the most on our trip. With all the stories I had heard about Mardi Gras and the partying that goes on, I didn’t care if we came during the right time o
r not; I just wanted to see the city; especially after Hurricane Katrina had come through and caused such destruction.
It was an eight hour drive with almost two hours spent at a diner for lunch because apparently no one rushes in the small town we had stopped at. We finally checked into our hotel just as the sun was starting to set. I jumped into the shower to wash off the sweat and stink from being on the road all day. As soon as I got out, Ellis got in, so I laid across the bed in my towel. I was beat from being out in the sun all day and it felt nice to lay naked under the fan, cooling the water droplets off my heated skin.
“Oh fuck. Now that is a sight to come out of the bathroom to.” Ellis interrupted my dozing. I grunted and flipped the towel back over me. “Well, why did you go and do that? I was enjoying the view.”
“I’m not in the mood. I was cooling off,” I said, rolling on my side, away from him as he climbed on the bed.
“Well, then take a nap. I was just admiring how fucking beautiful you are,” Ellis said, scooting closer to me, rolling me onto my back again. Ever so slowly, he pulled the towel off my body so that I had nothing covering me. Using just the tips of his fingers, he trailed them up and down my stomach; it was so soothing, I ended up drifting off to sleep.
When I woke up, Ellis was lounging back on the bed next to me in a pair of boxers, watching TV. As I stretched my arms out above my head, I smiled at him. “Hey you.”
“Well, good evening sleepy head.” Ellis pushed some hair out of my face, smiling back at me. I’m sure it was crazy since it’d been wet when I laid down.
“What time is it?” I yawned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“A little after ten.” Ellis informed me after checking the bedside clock. I jumped off the bed and looked at him while realizing that I was still completely nude.
“Why the hell didn’t you wake me up earlier?” I couldn’t believe I’d slept for that long.
“It’s New Orleans baby. The party has many hours to go yet. And you looked so cute sleeping. Plus, I was enjoying your nude body.” Ellis turned off the TV and got off the bed. It was my turn to admire his body as he pulled off his clothes, standing naked in front of his bag. He wasn’t shy about being nude, not at all.
“We can’t stay out partying all night if we are going to ride again tomorrow.” I said as I dug in my bag for a pair of jeans and a tank.
“Wear the first dress I got you. You can’t wear jeans out to party here!” Ellis laughed as he tossed a pair of dress pants and a t-shirt on the bed. I rolled my eyes, but he was right. I pulled on a pair of tiny panties that’d blend with the open sides of the dress before pulling it over my head without a bra. I wasn’t planning on flashing anyone but hey, you never know. The dress was tight enough on the top to give me enough support to feel comfortable without it. When I walked into the bathroom, I nearly screamed at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like a rat’s nest!
After 20 minutes of fighting with my hair, it finally laid flat down my back; I slapped a little makeup on before declaring that I was ready. I put on my riding boots with the dress. It actually worked quite well. Ellis looked as drool worthy as normal in his tight, straining t-shirt and dress pants. I don’t think I had seen Ellis go this long without his cut on, ever. He only wore it when we were riding; other than that, he left it off since we’d started our trip.
We walked out of our hotel, Ellis’ arm around my shoulders, right into a crowd of people flowing one way or the other down the street. It was packed, especially for almost eleven at night. Ellis expertly navigated the crowd, probably had something to do with his size and people just naturally getting out of his way. About a block from our hotel, he steered me into what appeared to be a dance club. I didn’t think Ellis danced, so it was a surprise. I loved to dance, but I would’ve thought he’d choose a bar or pub or something along those lines.
It was crowded, but not as bad as I would’ve expected based on how many people were on the street. Ellis got us a couple beers then we moved away from the bar to stand near one of the walls since all the tables were full. I leaned back against the wall while Ellis leaned against one shoulder so he was looking down on me while we tried to talk over the loud music. We talked about nothing really as we both relaxed and drank our beers. When they were empty, I told Ellis I would get the next round even as he protested, I slipped off into the crowd. When I returned, I had four shots in my hands. I handed two off to Ellis and clinked one of mine against his. “Bottoms up.”
Ellis groaned but tossed back the shot of Tequila. I tossed my second one back and he followed suit. I patted a hand against the center of his chest.
“See that wasn’t so bad.” I set our now empty glasses on a nearby table. “Now, I dance.” I laughed as I pushed my way through the crowd until I finally made it to the dance floor. I wiggled and popped it until I was sweating to the point where it wasn’t sexy. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and found Ellis exactly where I'd left him. He was nursing another beer as he watched all the people in the bar. I shook my head at him and slipped off to the bar again for some more shots. We were in New Orleans dang it, we were getting drunk. It was like a rite of passage, right?
Handing him his two shots, I tossed mine back one after the other before pressing my tits together and slipping one of his shots between them. “Come on, take your shot. Or I can go find someone else to help me out.”
“Like hell you will.” Ellis pulled my hips to his as he kissed the side of my neck. He bit down on the sensitive skin, making me moan and my knees weaken. My hands cupped my breasts together harder since I didn’t want to drop the shot. Still, I tilted my neck to accommodate him even though I hadn’t planned on him turning the tables on me. Ellis took his sweet time kissing my neck, biting me numerous times, his grip keeping me against his growing arousal. Finally, he moved down my chest to rub the peaks of my nipples with his nose one at a time before finally taking the shot glass in his mouth and tossing it back. He set the glass on a nearby table while giving me a look that told me my pussy was in trouble.
Ellis slipped into the crowd but reappeared only moments later, this time with a slice of lime in his palm. He held it out to me. Confused, I took it from him and held it in my palm like he had. He chuckled at me then placed it in my mouth so that the rind was between my teeth. He picked up his other shot and winked at me. Without a word, he placed his head on the side of my head and had me tilt my head to the other side so the opposite side of my neck was exposed. Moving my hands how he wanted, he made me cup my breasts so that they would hold his second shot. Then before I could fully understand what he was planning, probably from the fact my brain was moving a bit slower from all the alcohol in my system, he licked my neck from shoulder to earlobe before mouthing the shot glass between my breasts and tossing his head back. Then his mouth crashed to mine to bite the lime in my mouth. He spit the lime onto the floor before sinking a hand into my hair as the other one pulled my hips close and his lips took control of me again.
Sliding his tongue against mine, he thrust his hips against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself as I raised onto my toes, bringing my center closer to his erection. Ellis groaned into my mouth while sliding his hand between our bodies. His hand fisted in my panties before yanking them hard and ripping them from my hip. He repeated the motion on the other side before sliding them into his pocket. He separated from our kiss with a smile on his face. He tugged down on the sides of my dress and slapped my ass playfully.
“Well, go dance.” Ellis actually turned me with his hands on my shoulders towards the dance floor. I glanced at him over my shoulder and frowned. That is not what I thought he was going to say. I thought he’d pull me back into the hallway and give it to me in a dark corner. Instead, I was getting sent back to the dance floor. Men were so damn confusing. Rolling my eyes at him, I let the looseness from the alcohol take over as I danced. Second to riding, it was my favorite way to tune out the world and enjoy the moment. I'd been danci
ng for two or three songs when I felt hands settle onto my hips and instantly I knew who it was, even without seeing his face. There was only one man that would hold me with such familiarity. I stopped moving and leaned my body back into his. He bit my earlobe, hard, before running his tongue over it, soothing it. “Why did you stop?”
I smirked and rotated my hips back against him. I lifted my hands to wrap around his neck as my body writhed against his in time to the beat of the music thumping through the club. The whole time I was grinding on his obvious erection, his hands rested on my hips and he whispered dirty things in my ears; telling me how hard he was and how wet he bet my pussy was without any panties on or how he would slip right in if I bent just right. I tried to ignore his words until I turned around and came face to face with him. The hunger burning in his eyes flared bright making my pussy get even wetter than it was from his words. One of his hands lifted to cup a breast while his mouth met mine, drawing my tongue into his mouth. I was surprised when he reached down and lifted one of my legs, resting it on the crook of his elbow. That is until I felt the brush of his cock against my pussy. He had pulled himself out right here on the dance floor. With my one leg lifted, he thrust his hips slowly forward, pushing his cock into me. I buried my face into his neck to hide my face from anyone around us. It was crowded enough I doubted anyone would have any idea what we were doing. Not when we were both fully clothed and appeared to be doing nothing more than dirty dancing.
“You looked so fucking amazing out here, I wanted to come fuck you. Right here.” Ellis groaned into my ear as he slowly thrust in and out of me to the beat of the music. I would bet that to onlookers it just looked like he was swaying to the beat but really he was fucking me to the slow rhythm of the song. Normally we fucked hard and fast, but this slow and lazy fucking in the middle of an extremely crowded room was exciting in a whole new way, and after only a few of the tantalizing thrusts, I was on the brink of coming. I tried not to look around, I didn’t want to know if anyone knew what we were doing; I wanted to just enjoy the fact that I had turned this man on to the point that he didn’t want to wait. “Just let it go. I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. You are right there. Let go. Come on my cock.”
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