Chapter 6 Lyrix #2
Maison looked at me and immediately started laughing. “Yeahhh, that’s definitely not how you’re gonna get those.”
I turned and frowned. “Damn, I gotta pay for them to throw me some?”
He shook his head, still laughing. “Yeah, pay with a flash.”
I blinked. “A flash?”
He raised his eyebrows and pointed up. “You know… the old-school Mardi Gras tradition.”
I followed his gaze and looked up. A group of men stood on the balcony, shirtless, their stomachs painted with Mardi Gras stripes and the Saints logo. They were hollering, already holding beads in their hands, clearly looking for their next flash-for-beads moment.
“Wait… you telling me that stuff in the movies is real? I gotta show a boob to get beads?”
Maison shrugged with that damn fine smile. “Not always. But those drunk asses?” He nodded upward. “You not getting a single bead unless you show some skin.”
I bit my lip, legit contemplating it. That’s when Maison leaned in close to talk into my ear.
“Come on now… you scared to show a little nipple? Didn’t you say this was your Heaux Phase trip? You mean to tell me you came all this way just to play safe?”
I was already hot from the walk, the drinks, and the kiss.
‘Flash a man for Mardi Gras beads’ was smack dab on the left corner of my vision board.
I smirked. “You know what?” I said, stepping back and loosening my shirt. “What the hell.”
I reached under, lifted my shirt and bra up, and flashed my perky, chocolate titties like I was on the cover of a Girls Gone Wild: Heaux Edition DVD.
The guys on the balcony went crazy.
“YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!”
“THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!”
“THROW HER THE GOOD BEADS!”
Beads rained down on me like blessings, and I caught two strands while the rest hit the ground. I doubled over laughing, still clutching the beads, trying to fix my shirt while Maison stood beside me, grinning from ear to ear.
“I cannot believe you just did that,” he said, cracking up.
“I told you,” I said, breathless, laughing too hard to speak clearly. “This is my Heaux Phase. I ain’t holding back.”
Maison raised an eyebrow, with a mischievous grin dancing across his lips.
“Do it again then.”
“You just wanna get a closer look.”
He just smiled, not denying it. I rolled my eyes playfully and lifted my shirt again, thinking he’d throw a joke or maybe snap a picture for memory’s sake. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to lean down, real slow, and take my right nipple into his warm mouth.
My breath hitched. His eyes were on mine the entire time. His tongue moved soft and slow, swirling around me like he was savoring dessert.
I let out a soft gasp and my hands flew to his face. I kissed him and heat crawled up your spine and begged for more.
When we pulled apart, barely breathing, I looked him dead in the eye.
“Take me back to my hotel.”
We barely made it through the lobby. Every few steps, he was behind me walking close. I fumbled the room key because his hand was on my lower back and his lips were doing the Lord’s work on my neck.
“You good?” he whispered.
“No,” I whispered back. “I haven’t had sex in a year and I’m terrified and horny and your hand keeps touching places it has no business touching in public.”
He laughed and took the keycard out my hand like I was a toddler who couldn’t be trusted. “Let me help you before you pass out from overthinking and lust.”
The second the door opened, my shirt was halfway off. His shoes were kicked off. My poor bra never stood a chance.
“Wait. Hold on,” I said, half-laughing, “I feel like I need a pep talk.”
He paused mid-kiss. “You want a TED Talk or a motivational playlist?”
“I want you to promise me you won’t call me ma’am if anything creaks.”
He smirked, lowering me onto the bed like I was both sacred and slutty. “No ma’am. Just yes ma’am.”
Then he paused again. Sat up slightly. Brushed the hair out of my face. “You sure?”
That one little question felt like a weighted blanket over my nerves.
“I’m sure,” I said softly. “It’s just been a while.”
“I figured,” he said, smiling. “The way you’ve been clenching every time I take off a piece of clothing gave it away.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m not. I’m about to do you. Big difference.”
And then it was like… magic. Like my body had been on Do Not Disturb for the last twelve months and he was the first man to finally figure out the secret password. He kissed every single inch of me like he was doing inventory. Commenting the whole time.
“Did you prepare for this? For me?”
“I’m just hopeful by nature.”
He laughed. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Every move was fun and flirty, but also… focused. Like he knew it wasn’t just a random hook-up that I do often.
He’d whispered things like:
“Tell me what you want.”
“It’s okay to be loud.”
“Don’t hold back. That’s what this whole trip is about, right?”
At one point I tried to be cute and flip us over… and immediately got a cramp in my thigh.
“Shit—hold up—charley horse!”
He gasped and pulled back like I got shot. “Where?! You need water? An ice pack? Holy water?”
I was crying laughing and holding my leg like I’d just finished running a 5K. “My thigh said ‘baby, we don’t do cardio no more.’”
He rubbed my leg and kissed my shin. “Okay. So no acrobatics. Got it. You just lay there and let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
And whew. I forgot what it felt like to feel… and he reminded me. With every kiss. Every laugh. Every time he checked in without killing the vibe.
When it was over, I was splayed out like a starfish, staring at the ceiling. He walked out the bathroom with water and a towel smiling.
“You good?”
“I think so. But my spirit left during round two.”
He grinned. “Tell it to come back. I got more in me.”
I blinked at him. “I need a nap, a snack, and a prayer.”
He leaned down, kissed me slow. “Better rest up then. We still got six more days of your Heaux Phase.”