10. Declan
CHAPTER TEN
DECLAN
Last night was one for the books.
If someone told me six months ago that I’d lose my virginity and be introduced to BDSM on some freak shit, I would have laughed. I figured my baby had a high sex drive but I was not expecting anything like last night.
Ivy and I left her friend’s place well after three in the morning.
When we returned to our hotel, we indulged in another round before we drifted o" to sleep. I woke up this morning before her, just gazing down at her beautiful face. I was so grateful for her. She’d been so patient with me, not just in the six months of us being together, but the entire nine months of knowing her.
My family loved her. I loved her. Life with her was great before sex and now that we’d finally crossed that bridge, I felt like I could experience more of her and she could experience more of me.
She’d told me she worried she’d been too much, but the truth was, I don’t think she could ever be. She was perfect for me just as she was.
I ordered us some breakfast before heading down to the hotel gift shop.
I wanted to get Ivy some flowers, realizing that she hadn’t gotten her second arrangement this week.
Once I paid for the bouquet of red roses, I headed back upstairs to our suite.
By the time I got back to the room, she was just rolling over to stretch.
“Good morning, Princess,” I said as I approached the bed.
“Good morning, my love.” She greeted me with a smile. I rounded her side of the bed and leaned in to kiss her before handing her the flowers.
“I didn’t forget.”
“You’re so sweet, Declan.”
“Not as sweet as you.” I pecked her lips. “How did you sleep?”
“Sooo good. I needed that. You really did a number on me last night,” she replied, playfully pushing me.
“As if the scratches on my back don’t tell a story of their own,” I said, chuckling.
“What can I say? You were an animal. I’m so hungry right now.”
“I ordered breakfast. Why don’t we take a quick shower before it gets here?” I pulled back the covers, exposing her naked flesh. My dick instantly bricked in my shorts. “Well maybe not too quick.”
She giggled as she hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom with me on her heels. I was about to work up an appetite.
After our shower sexcapades and breakfast, Ivy and I got dressed to venture o" to the beach for a morning in the sun. Of course, my baby had to show out in her swim attire. She had on this black and white stripped thong bikini with a sheer matching cover up and black sandals. She’d slicked her hair up into a bun, adding a pair of the diamond studs I’d gifted her a few months ago.
I stood back, watching her as she snapped pictures in the mirror for the gram.
I was sure this came from one of the many boutiques that sent her free shit all the time.
She was so sexy as she posed. I had many candid photos of her in my phone.
Even when she wasn’t trying, she was flawlessly beautiful.
“Baby?” she said, snapping away.
“Yes, Princess.”
“Take a picture with me. It’s past time you let me show you off to the world.”
I had this thing about social media. I didn’t have Facebook, Instagram, Twitter or any of that other shit.
I always found it ironic that I ended up dating a woman who made her living from social media.
She respected my stance on it and didn’t post my face but she had many body shots of me.
Her followers always questioned who the man in the pictures was.
Climbing to my feet, I joined her in the mirror, offering my best pose. She snapped several shots in different poses before showing them to me.
“Look at you, looking like a GQ swimsuit model!” she boasted, smiling brightly.
I was wearing a pair of swim shorts with the matching shirt that I left unbuttoned.
My entire torso, chest, and arms were covered in tattoos and I had a full left leg piece.
The tattoos began as a way to combat my nerdy persona but I’d quickly fallen in love with the ink.
Outside of my family, not many people knew I was tatted the fuck up.
The first time she saw me uncovered, she stared at me like she didn’t know who I was. I couldn’t help but blush every time she hyped me up. I didn’t find myself unattractive, but it was always nice to hear it from her. The moment she posted the picture, her notifications started going crazy.
“Your face has officially made its IG debut,” she said, showing me the comments.
“Women are really this thirsty online?” I asked as I scrolled through them.
She laughed as she tossed the phone into her beach bag. “Oh, it gets worse than that.”
“You’re about to break necks in this swimsuit,” I stated, slapping her ass.
“Well they can look. Just know I’m all yours.”
“I know, baby.” I pecked her lips. “Let’s get going.”
After grabbing her bag and my wallet and phone, we left the room, taking the elevator down to the first floor.
Hand in hand, we walked through the lobby.
Both men and women stared lustfully at my baby, but she kept close to me like she always did.
The beach was only a short walk from the hotel so we took the stroll.
Once there, we grabbed a spot and rented chairs and umbrellas to lay out and relax.
“Can you rub my sunscreen on?” Ivy asked, standing between my legs and handing me the bottle.
“Sure, baby.”
She pulled off her coverup, and instantly, eyes fell on her. Squirting a hefty amount in my hands, I worked my way up her legs to her thighs and then her hips and ass. Of course, her nasty ass started moaning as I massaged it in.
“You have an audience,” I said, nodding in the direction of the group of men watching her intently like I wasn’t sitting right there.
She looked in their direction and one of the guys nodded at her. She frowned. Turning to face me, she straddled my hips and wrapped her arms around my neck before dropping a nasty kiss on me.
I chuckled. “What are you doing?”
“Marking your territory,” she answered, flicking my nose. “Just in case a nigga thought themselves bold enough to come over here.”
“Listen, I’m passive…” I said as I continued to rub the sunscreen on her upper torso. “But I’m not that passive to sit and allow either of us to be disrespected like that.”
“Good. Now let’s get some of this on you so we can get in the water!”
We spent a good three hours on the beach.
By the time we got back to the room, I felt drained.
Southern heat was no joke. We went back to the room to shower and take a nap.
Four hours later, we both woke up starving.
Deciding to forgo dinner at a fancy restaurant, we dressed down in a simple outfit of shorts, a pair of J’s, and matching Naruto shirts.
We strolled down the strip in search of a place to eat, ending up at Rock House Original Bar & Grill.
“Hi, I’m Liv and I’ll be your server,” our waitress greeted us. “What can I get you two for starters?”
“Ooh, I want an order of the alligator bites,” Ivy said, licking her lips.
“I’ll have the fried calamari.”
“And for your entrée?”
“I’ll have the Chef’s Tacos, no sour cream,” Ivy answered.
“And I’ll have the Macho Tacos, add steak, extra jalapenos.”
After collecting our drink orders, she left us to ourselves.
“Have you talked to your mom?” Ivy asked.
“I have. She’s enjoying her honeymoon so much, she doesn’t want to come back.”
“I hear that. Your stepfather must be giving her all the island vibes,” she added with a giggle.
“As long as he isn’t giving her any babies.”
“You better leave my girl alone.”
“What would I look like with a sibling twenty-eight years younger than me?”
“Like the most loving big brother. You’d definitely take that child under your wings.”
She was right about that. I was the baby of the family.
I got along fine with my brothers but I couldn’t relate to them on many issues.
We viewed the world with three completely different perspectives.
They thought they knew and had seen it all.
Even at twenty-eight, I was still growing and learning shit.
That was one reason I appreciated my relationship with Ivy. She made every attempt to learn and see the world through my eyes and never judged me. They could have that ratchet ass, toxic love. I’d take ours any day.