Authors: Nicole Falls
Adore You (11 page)
I looked up at his face and he looked so pleased with himself. Cocky little grin, chest a lil poked out. It was so cute, I wanted to laugh again but I held it in.
“That’s why you were so insistent on me wearing this damn dress.”
We’d almost gotten into a huge argument right before leaving to go to the airport. We went back and forth for about fifteen minutes with him trying to get me to wear this damned dress.
I was freshly showered and ready to slip into my comfy and fashionable Ivy Park ensemble when Ellis came over to me with one of my favorite dresses in hand.
“Wear this…”
“El, you know I like to be comfortable when I travel.”
“Exactly. You always talk about how comfortable this dress is whenever you wear it. And it has those pockets you’re consistently amazed by. Like garments haven’t had pockets for a century at the very least.”
“But dresses rarely have pockets! It’s a treat!”
“Bee, focus. The dress, wear it,” Ellis said, trading the soft joggers I had in my hand for the dress. “You can wear your Beyoncé gear on the way home.”
“So you want to just keep talkin’ bout it or…?” he trailed off, raising a brow.
I moved back to the aisle seat, pulling my blanket tighter around me. Ellis’ demeanor shifted immediately.
“All of your Googling didn’t tell you to wait until after beverage service?” I said, winking.
“Nah, but I guess I’ll defer to the expert here. Anything else I should know?”
I launched into a long explanation about logistics concerning how to pull this off, timing, and so forth. Ellis’ face, as I explained what we needed to do in order to be successful at actually fucking in flight, morphed from slightly impressed to pensive with the more details I revealed.
“Exactly how many times have…wait, never mind. I don’t think I want to know that.”
“Just once.”
“Yeah right.”
“For real.”
“You who said, and I quote, you were ‘a longstanding member of the club’ and giggled her way through my Google research tales have only done it once? I’m not buying it.”
“It’s the truth. And it wasn’t very good, honestly. So…I mean, if we do this, you’re going to have to make it worthwhile.”
A cocky grin spread across Ellis’ features as my words sank in.
“Challenge accepted. Now come here.”
“They haven’t even begun beverage service. Easy, tiger.”
“Okay.”
That easy acquiescence from Ellis seemed odd, so I searched his face for any signs of anger or annoyance or disappointment. None was there, just his normal resting facial expression. So I grabbed my tablet out of my bag to get back into the book I was reading until it was go time. Celena had recommended it to me. It was about three good girlfriends and their lives, set in Atlanta. I was just about halfway through, really wanted to wring the neck of one of the main characters, but the writing was so compelling I hated to put it down. I was hoping to finish it on this flight since I had more than a few hours of uninterrupted time to really dig my heels in.
A few minutes into my reading, I felt Ellis shift into the middle seat. I tried my best to act like I didn’t feel his gaze on me and kept reading about Renee, Debra and Maxine until I felt the bottom of my blanket slowly rising. It was then that I turned to see Ellis staring with the same calm expression from before. I could normally read his thoughts from his facial expression, but he’d schooled his features into a blank slate. Still saying nothing, he shifted the blanket halfway onto his lap, and then placed his hands on both sides of my waist, scooting me in between his legs. I paused reading, twisting to look at him.
“Keep reading. I just want you close.”
With the closeness of the seats and his height, our current position could not have been comfortable for him, but I was not even going to start any fuss. He wanted me close; I’d stay close. I heard the flight attendants coming down the aisle for beverage service at the same time Ellis moved his left hand from where it had been perched at my side, to slowly inching up the bottom of my dress.
His mouth pressed against my ear as he asked, “So what is your book about?”
I felt his hand creeping along my thigh as he pulled up the dress; a feather light touch he knew would drive me crazy. I shifted, trying to readjust my dress as his right hand encircled my waist, restricting my movements.
“What are you…
mmmmmmm
.”
“Shhhhhhh,” he breathed against my ear, “Keep reading.”
My earlier shift had allowed just enough room for him to plunge two fingers into me as he slowly pumped them in and out. His thumb circled my clit, flicking it at the top of every rotation. I bit down on my lip hard, as a fluttery sensation built in my core. I could hear the flight attendants getting closer, but Ellis kept his fingers moving at a maddeningly slow pace. I felt an orgasm building when suddenly Ellis stilled his fingers. I looked up to see a flight attendant in the aisle in front of us, taking drink orders. I looked back at Ellis over my shoulder and the earlier blank look had been replaced with a devious smile. As the beverage cart bumped and rolled closer to our row, his fingers began moving again at that same deliciously torturous slow pace.
“Sir, can I get you anything?” the flight attendant asked.
Pressing down on my clit and speeding up his rotations, Ellis calmly replied that he was fine and had everything he needed.
“Miss, would you like anything to drink?” she asked me, as I clenched my thighs to still Ellis fingers that were still gently pumping. That movement didn’t still his thumb, however, and I barely eked out a negative reply as I felt myself dangerously close to peaking. Ellis felt the quickening and stilled his hand movements once again.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered.
“Just tryna make sure you’re ready when it’s go time,” he replied, moving his hands from between my legs.
Okay…two could play this game.
I shifted out of his lap, slightly maneuvering so that I could slip my hand down the front of his sweatpants. He was already hard and ready, letting out a low groan as I slipped my hand into his boxers and swiped my thumb over the head of his dick as I stroked from base to tip.
“Ain’t as fun when the rabbit’s got the gun, huh?” I chuckled.
Instead of replying, Ellis removed my hand from his dick and pulled my face close to his for a kiss. So caught up in our tongues parrying for dominance, I didn’t notice that Ellis had maneuvered my body to receive him until I felt the head of his dick at my slickened entrance. He teased both sets of my lips before slowly sliding inside of me, eliciting a moan that he quickly swallowed. My hips moved of their own volition, in quick, incremental thrusts as Ellis’ hands traveled up my torso to palm my breasts. He played and plucked until my nipples were budded, primed and ready for this mouth. He released my lips long enough to swipe at one distended bud through the fabric of my dress. I bit down on my lip, grinding onto him a bit harder as I tried to stifle a whimper as he went back and forth between my breasts.
I felt my orgasm building, cresting as he pulled my hips closer, thrusting up slightly and grinding his pelvis against mine. As the base of his shaft came into contact with my clit, I lost it. Ellis quickly reacted, covering my mouth with his as he muffled the satisfied yelp of passion I released as I came. Moments later his climax followed. The necessity of breathing caused him to pull back a bit and we stared at each other, chests moving in opposition as we struggled to regain our breaths.
“That was…” I whispered, trailing off because I had no words to describe it.
I felt his dick twitch inside of me and instinctively ground my hips against his once again.
“Dangerous,” he finally replied, stilling my movements. “You make me forget myself. And condoms far too often.”
“You started this, you know, Mr. Mile High Seduction.”
“And you upped the ante when I realized you weren’t wearing panties.”
“Touché.”
We disengaged, each heading to opposite lavatories to clean ourselves up as best as one could on an airplane before reconvening at our seats. We settled back into a loose embrace and I dozed off, fully satiated with no thoughts of finishing the book that had me so completely captivated before.
Despite being El Cheapo with our flights, El spared no expense when it came to the room. The suite was ridiculously large, but I was so damned tired the only thing I care about was face planting into a bed and soon. Knowing I would regret not doing it, I quickly washed my face before donning pajamas and snuggling under the covers. I had no idea what else Ellis had planned for us, but I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of this trip had in store.
“This shower is definitely big enough for hella activities,” were the first words I heard as I turned over in bed, turning off the alarm I’d set. I don’t think Bee realized that the part of the bathroom she was in lacked a door and her whispered words carried further than intended. Whoever she was talking to, likely CadyMac, must’ve said something scandalous in reply because all I heard after that was an incredulous gasp and high pitched giggles. Which was all right with me because a laughing Bee was the best Bee. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was barely six a.m., but there was no telling how long Bee had actually been awake.
I remember her mentioning her internal clock going haywire at the reality of traveling back in time that going west always provided. We had a pretty full day today. I planned a few surprises for her in the morning and afternoon and then we were going our separate ways in the evening to partake in the bachelor and bachelorette parties. I had no idea what the ladies had planned, but I had a very low-key night lined up for Trey. The only directive I had been given was no strippers. I felt like this came more from Demi than Trey, but I knew I would have to respect the boundary or hear about the shit later. I knew better than to get on Demi’s bad side, so the night I planned was going to be rather tame; no
Hangover
antics. Since my boss had an in with the manager of the Drake, I was able to procure a private gambling room for us all night, with an unlimited top-shelf bar and access to the premium cigar lounge.
Before that though? Quality time with my lady. Our first activity of the day was scheduled for seven a.m., so I needed get out of bed to shower soon before we headed out for the day. Bee was a bit of an adrenaline junkie, so I had found a couple things for us to do today that would feed her addiction. I wanted to make our first real date one to remember. After we finished all of the crazy shit, I scheduled a couple’s massage for us since Bee was complaining about being tense due to some friction and recent unrest at work. I wasn’t too keen about some dude having his hands all over her, but sometimes you gotta be a little uncomfortable for the woman you love. Besides he only had sixty minutes and restricted areas, I had the rest of our lives with no restrictions.
Just as I swung my legs out of bed, Bee walked back into the bedroom. She looked freshly showered; with damp hair wearing the Ivy Park gear I’d made her discard last night.
“Hi,” she said, softly.
“Hey.”
“Good morning.”
“Morning. Jury is out on how good it is though.”
“Oh,” she said, arching one brow.
“Come here.”
She took her time rounding the bed to come stand in front of me. As soon as she was in arm’s reach, I pulled her down into my lap, nuzzling and nibbling her neck slightly. Bee giggled and tried pulling back, but I banded my arms tighter around her and kept feasting.
“That make the morning better for you?”
“It’s a start. You ready for today?”
“I’m all showered and set to go, but I would be better prepared if you’d tell me what we’re doing and why we needed to be up so damn early.”
“You trust me?”
There was a slight hesitation before she answered, “I do.”
“Then that’s all you need to know for now.”
With one last lingering kiss, I set her aside on the bed and made my way to the bathroom. She was quick on my heels, but silent. I walked toward the glass-enclosed shower and started the spray. I could feel Bee’s glare on me as I undressed and stepped into the shower. She sat just outside the shower, on the bench of the vanity looking at me as I showered.
“You got money for a show?” I jokingly called out over the spray of the water.
She said nothing, just sat back on the bench leaning into the vanity with a curious expression on her face. I quickly washed and rinsed my body and completed the rest of my morning ritual. Through it all, Bee followed as if some sort of invisible thread linked us, but still said nothing. After a quick call to the front desk to line up a car, I grabbed a light jacket—headed toward the door. Bee remained silent as we descended into the hotel lobby, waiting for the car to take us to the first destination. She wasn’t pouting or obstinate, just eerily silent. It was kind of creeping me out, but I knew once we reached the place she wouldn’t be able to shut up.
Ever since we saw the movie
Around the World in Eighty Days
as kids, Bee had been obsessed with riding in a hot air balloon. As far as I knew, she hadn’t been up in one yet, so I arranged a sunrise balloon ride. The hot air balloon ride was set to take an hour, floating us about four thousand feet above ground through the Las Vegas sky. We would see views of The Strip, Las Vegas City and Red Rock Canyon while sailing at a smooth eight miles per hour. We pulled into the field to see the workers unfurling the balloon, its bold colors vibrant against the reddish brown rocks of the desert.
“Is that…are we…shut up. SHUT. UP!” Bee shrieked, hitting my bicep with each word.
Our car had barely come to a complete stop before she had the door open, running across the field to get closer to the action. I gave the driver pick up instructions and then slowly walked over to join her. Bee was paying me no attention at all, as she was completely enthralled by the process of the balloon’s inflation and our eventual ascent. While Bee was otherwise entertained, I checked in with a harried looking young woman who buzzed about with a clipboard ensuring all passengers had paid and signed waivers. I walked over to Bee who was standing about ten feet from the nearly fully inflated balloon, eyes wide with her hands covering her mouth. She rocked on the balls of her feet, joy beaming from every bounce. I could tell it was taking everything within her not to squeal aloud. I stood behind her, my hands at her waist, pulling her close to place a kiss to her temple.
“Good surprise?”
“Great surprise.”
An older white guy who looked like the textbook replica of Santa Claus called for the group to come closer together so he could give us the rules of flying. His name was Captain Bill and he was going to be responsible for navigating our flight today. After ensuring we understood the rules and risks associated with going up in the balloon, they allowed us to climb into the wicker basket. I was certain that we’d be pretty cramped with little room to maneuver, but the area we were in was actually quite spacious. Bee had made sure we were in close range to Captain Bill and hadn’t stopped peppering him with questions since we’d boarded. After a while, I hustled Bee away from Captain Bill so we could enjoy the ride together. I completely understood her excitement, but had underestimated the depth of her obsession. She could have easily kept talking to Bill about balloons for the entirety of our ride.
“Hi, remember me?” I said, grabbing her arm to bring her back where I was standing.
She blushed slightly before responding, “Hey.”
“So does this put me in the boyfriend hall of fame or nah?”
“How did you even know I’ve always wanted to go up in one of these?”
“Do you not remember that we were at
my
house when your obsession started?”
I’d been tasked with babysitting, as our mothers wanted a night out. Everett and Cadence had knocked out on us pretty quickly, but Bee hung in there. We were flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch when we happened on
Around the World in Eighty Days
. I thought it looked like a shitty movie, but Bee was insistent on watching it. I barely remembered what the movie was about, but I do remember Bee’s awe about watching the characters travel from one destination to another in the hot air balloon.
“Oh my god, that’s right. When you let me watch that terrible movie because I whined until you gave me the remote. One of my finer moments, obviously…”
Captain Bill clapped to get everyone’s attention to let us know we would be landing soon. As we got into position for landing, Bee reached over, grabbing my forearm.
“El?”
“Yes?”
“Did I thank you?”
“For?”
“This,” she said, gesturing around, “I can’t believe you remembered this after all these years have passed. I just…it means more to me that I could ever say. Thank you so much!”
“Anything to see you smile.”
The balloon company had champagne and orange juice waiting for us for post-flight mimosas, so we indulged in that while we waited for the car to come pick us up to take us to our next destination. Bee kept Captain Bill hemmed up with more questions about flying his balloon and I was so thankful when the car service finally appeared. We hopped into the car to get to our next destination, The Stratosphere Hotel.
I’d recently learned that Bee wanted to go skydiving, but that ain’t quite a thing I wanted fuck with, so I found the next best thing—The Sky Jump at the Stratosphere. It was an eight hundred foot harnessed free fall, which came complete with a wrist cam to capture your descent. I wasn’t too cool on willingly jumping off a building, but I also could not let my girl punk me, so I booked us both a jump. In hindsight it wasn’t as bad as I anticipated it would be, but Bee would not stop teasing me about screaming like a little bitch the entire way down. It also didn’t help that she had the workers send the video captured from the wrist cam directly to her email, which was accessible via her phone. So on the ride back to the Drake, she played that damn video at least five times, laughing hysterically.
“Bruh, I thought this was supposed to be a celebration. Sending our boy out in style. This shit is wack, man,” my friend Trevor said, as we started a new game of Texas Hold ‘Em.
He was right. The novelty of exclusivity wore off and now we were a group of five dudes, sitting miserably in a private gambling room, halfheartedly playing cards. Even the dealer had grown bored of us, mainly because we were such a sorry bunch that could barely get a good grasp on the rules of the game. Gambling had never been my thing and there’s only so much cognac and cigars that I could take. I’d been with these knuckleheads for the better part of a few hours and I was pretty much over it and ready to call it a night.
“How are we in Vegas and I haven’t seen one bare ass?” Mike yelled from across the room. “Where are the strippers?”
“Damn man, we can’t have a classy night out for once? Why we gotta be worried about seeing some ass shake? I’m getting married tomorrow man. I’m off that,” Trey said.