“Yeah, do ya?” Jett repeats annoyingly.
“No,” I snap at him.
Ellie giggles. “Mark.”
“Mark?” London asks.
“My old boss in New York.”
“And what does Mark have to do with it?” I ask.
“Well, when I started working for him, I was eighteen, right out of high school, and pretty green when it came to, well, mostly everything. Especially fancy dinners. So Mark, being Mark, wanted to broaden my horizons, starting with sushi.” Ellie chuckles to herself.
“So what happened?” Jett inquires.
“He ordered some seared ahi tuna, and did nothing but rave about how much I was going to love it. I took about three bites before my face started to blow up.” She uses her hands to emulate the swelling. “Mark did nothing but freak out while I went into anaphylactic shock. My throat closed, and I came close to passing out. That’s when he pulled out his EpiPen from his man purse and stabbed me with it.” She mocks her story by pretending to stab herself in the neck and laugh. “He even screamed like a woman when he did it.”
“What kind of man screams like a woman?” London says, giggling along with Ellie’s infectious energy.
This makes Ellie laugh harder. “A flaming gay one with drama written all over him,” she explains. “He had a full-on panic attack right afterward because he thought he almost killed me. The waiters had to bring him a brown bag to breathe into.”
The story has the table chuckling so long we don’t even notice the waiter standing over us until he clears his throat. Loudly.
After we order enough sushi to feed a small army, Ellie continues to captivate everyone at the table with her charm and spirited personality. She tells us all about her sister and parents, and what it was like growing up in New York. She recounts the story of when we first met and how she spilled hot coffee in my lap. Also, how she attended the prom with two black eyes because her track coach made her run hurdles, even though she begged him not to because she always fell.
By time we get the check, my love for Ellie has grown leaps and bounds. As if that was even possible. I memorize the way her green eyes sparkle and face lights up when she laughs. How she talks with her hands when she gets into a story and how attentive she is to everyone at the table, London included. The tension between them seems to have completely dissipated as they whisper to each other and gang up on Jett and me to do more Saki bombs.
All I keep thinking about is that picture pinned up on Ellie’s old desk of her and Mark on St. Patrick’s Day, and how much I wanted to know that girl. Well, tonight I think I’m finally getting my first glimpse. What did Mark call her once? Oh yeah, magic glitter in high heels. I’m starting to see why. She’s enchanting.
After a memorable meal and way too many shots, Jett, London, Ellie and I end up closing down the restaurant. They were nearly kicking out our rowdy bunch.
After some quick goodbyes and promises to meet up tomorrow, we each go our separate ways. I hail a ride for us back to our bungalow as Jett and London walk off to theirs. I’m assuming. You never know with Jett, though.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I run my nose up Ellie’s neck once we’re in the golf cart.
“Yes.” She sighs as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close. We have a hard time keeping our hands and lips off each other as we’re chauffeured through the resort. I hear the driver chuckle to himself as we nearly give him a show.
“Have a good evening,” the young man says, highly entertained, as we climb out of the cart a hot, drunken mess.
“We will.” I grin roguishly at him as Ellie and I stumble to the front door. Once inside, we nearly take a tumble as Ellie rips off her shoes and tries to kiss me all at the same time.
“Let’s go skinny dipping.” She pulls me through the living room, driving her tongue into my mouth.
Now what stupid man would say no to that?
By the time we make it out to the deck, we’re nothing but hungry mouths, hot bodies, and frenzied hands. I turn Ellie in my arms and press her back to my front, devouring her neck and groping her breasts. I may have just had dinner, but I am still a starving man. I pull the straps of her shirt down her arms to expose her chest, clutching and massaging and stroking her nipples until they are hard little pebbles beneath my fingertips. She moans freely, rubbing herself against my now throbbing cock. It makes me crazy, makes me need her, makes me delirious with lust.
“Bend over,” I order her, as we stand a few feet away from the pool. She bends, grabbing onto the metal railing that rings around the entire sundeck.
I can hardly breathe as I run my palms along the back of her smooth thighs and up over her ass. Her clingy skirt bunches around her waist as I work my hands over her two perfect little round cheeks. God, how I love Ellie’s ass. The beast swings his spiked tail against the door of its cage, demanding to be set free as I press and knead her behind over the delicate lace underwear that barely covers her bottom. I ignore the snarling monster, and the overwhelming urge to spank her as I peel her panties down to her thighs.
Ellie glances back at me, her eyes hooded and lips parted, like she’s just daring me to touch her. But I have other ideas. I lean over and trap her face, covering her mouth with mine. I thrust my tongue and my hips at the same time, as I subdue her against my body. Ellie kisses me back with such intensity it takes me by surprise and eggs me on all at the same time.
“Touch yourself, Ellie.”
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the need or just my kinky desires that spurs the request, but I run with it, hoping I’m not pushing her too far too fast. “Touch yourself, baby, and get wet for me,” I rasp in her ear. Ellie pants loudly as she slowly removes one of her hands from the railing and places it between her legs. “That’s it.”
She closes her eyes and nuzzles her nose against my jaw as she starts to massage herself. I hold onto her tight, digging my cock into her ass as tiny pleasured sounds begin escaping from her throat.
