Felicia's Fling, page 13
Chapter Ten
Felicia took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. She opened her drawer and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. She grabbed a bottle of water and downed two of the tablets, praying they would have some effect on the pounding headache she’d had for the past hour. A quick glance at the clock on the wall of her classroom showed her the time. Five-thirty already. Nate would be expecting her any time. Hell, he probably was already wondering where she was. She picked up her cell phone and dialed his number.
“Hello?”
“Nate? It’s me.”
“Felicia? Where are you? I was starting to get worried.”
She leaned back and kicked off her shoes. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. But Mr. Fletcher’s wife went into labor so I had to cover his last class this afternoon." She wiggled her toes and tried not to moan at how good it felt. "That meant I didn't have a planning period. And I’ve spent the last two hours trying to get some papers graded that I promised the students I would have ready on Monday. Obviously, I’m still at school.”
“Damn, baby. I’ll bet you’re worn out.”
She smiled at the warm concern she heard in his voice. “Yeah, I’m pretty much done in.” The cramped muscle in her calf ached, and she reached down to massage it. What an idiot she’d been for wearing those three-inch heels today. But she had known she’d be going straight to Nate’s, and she had foolishly wanted to look sexy for him.
“Look, Nate. I was thinking we ought to cancel tonight. I’m not going to be much in the way of company.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart. I’m not looking for entertainment. Now, get that sexy ass of yours over here and get ready for some pampering.”
She was hesitant, but that really sounded good to her. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m positive. See you in a bit.”
Felicia hung up and sat back. Pampering. Boy, did that sound wonderful. It had been a long time since anyone had wanted to take care of her. In fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time anyone, with the exception of Meg, had even considered the fact that she might need a little bit of TLC. Stephen had always considered it his wife’s job to be the one doing the pampering and the tending. He was the breadwinner. It was Felicia’s responsibility to take care of the home and their daughter. Her job to make sure that the house was clean and dinner was on the table. And it was her responsibility to look pretty damn good and to be ready for whatever bedroom games he might want to play. Of course, those had become less and less frequent. Now she knew why. She shook her head. He was getting pampering from both her and DeeDee.
Shaking her head, she slid her shoes back onto her aching feet. After closing down her computer, she grabbed her purse and left the school.
In no time at all, she was pulling her car into Nate’s garage. She turned off the car engine and leaned her head back against the headrest. Closing her eyes she soaked up the peace and quiet of the moment. She hadn’t been lying when she had told Nate how worn out she was. She probably should have gone home instead of coming here, but she had wanted to see him.
She was sure that Nate was expecting a romantic evening with her, regardless of what he had said earlier. And really, that’s what she wanted as well. She didn’t know if she could pull it off, though. Her back hurt, her head ached, and her feet were killing her. Well, she couldn’t sit in this car all night like she wanted to. She had to get her sorry ass up and go inside, where her young lover waited. She only hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed.
She finally got up the energy to get out of the car and approached the back door. A note was taped to it. Curious, she pulled it off and read: Felicia, Come on in. I’m in the kitchen. Nate. As soon as she stepped into the house, she smelled something. Something delicious. She pushed open the door to the kitchen as Nate bent to check on something in the oven. When he straightened up, she must have made some noise because he quickly turned to face her. A crooked smile lit his face. “Sweetheart, I didn’t hear you come in.” Walking toward her with that sexy stroll of his, he looked good enough to eat. When he stretched his arms wide and enveloped her in a huge hug, cradling her gently against his broad chest, she sighed and melted against him.
His hands pushed her hair back from her face and nestled her close, and she inhaled the manly scent that was all him. God, what this man did to her should be illegal. When he started to pull back, she made a little moan of protest and held him tighter. He chuckled. “Hard day at work, beautiful?”
Her response was muffled against his chest, but obviously he got the gist of what she said. Another chuckle. “What? You don’t appreciate my subtle humor?” This time when he pulled back she let him go. “Now, I want you to go and get out of those clothes. I’ve already run you a bubble bath. Have a nice long soak in the tub. Take your time. Dinner will be a while yet.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t do that, Nate. I’d feel … uncomfortable. I’ve never even been in your house before.”
He picked up her hand and dropped a kiss against the sensitive skin of her wrist. “Baby, I know how wiped out you must be feeling. There’s nothing wrong with needing to be a little less than perfect now and then. And I like taking care of you.” He took her shoulders in his hands and spun her around to face the door. “Off you go, like I said. No arguments, or I might have to spank you.”
She shivered at the threat, not at all sure that would be a punishment.
“My bedroom’s at the top of the stairs on the right. You’ll see the master bath as soon as you walk in.” He pushed her gently and set her in motion. Mechanically she stepped forward. At the door she turned around to smile at him. He blew her a quick kiss and turned back to the stove.
In a daze, Felicia moved in the direction he’d pushed her. Admiring the rustic charm of Nate’s home, she climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Inside it was a man’s cozy retreat. The walls were rough-stained wood. The bedspread a dark red patterned quilt. Moving on into the bathroom, she began stripping off her clothes mechanically. Damn, she was tired, and if Nate was in the mood to pamper her, who was she to argue? Naked, she leaned down to test the temperature of the water. Perfect. Using the barrette that had held her hair in a neat ponytail earlier, she twisted the dark strands up in a casual knot. Slowly she climbed into the tub and sank down into the steaming water, the aches and pains of earlier in the day gradually leaching out of her.
Lying back, her thoughts turned to the man downstairs who was, at that very moment, preparing her a delicious, home-cooked meal. And looking pretty damn good doing it. God, Nate was too gorgeous. And he might be young, but he was definitely all man. As she lay there, her thoughts pleasantly occupied with undressing Nate and doing all sorts of delicious things to his sexy body, a rap on the door drew her attention.
“Felicia? You still alive in there?”
“Yeah, come on in.”
His head peeped around the door. He smiled when he saw her surrounded by all the bubbles. “You look a lot better sweetheart.” In his hand he held a glass of wine, which he deposited on the side of the tub. “Here, thought you might like something to help you unwind.”
She smiled as she picked up the glass and took a slow sip. “Is dinner ready?” She didn’t want to ruin the meal that he had taken so much trouble to prepare for her.
“I’ve got it warming, baby. It’ll keep. There’s no rush.”
He squatted down beside her and she watched as his gaze trailed over her body, barely covered by the bubbles. She flushed a little at the expression on his face and self-consciously reached over to set her glass down. When she glanced up, she saw his mouth tilt upward in a wicked grin. “Umm, you sure do look good in there.” He reached out and scooped up some water to dribble over her chest. The bubbles slid off of her pink nipples, and she felt the tips tighten with arousal. “Man, I’m so tempted to join you…” Her lips tilted upward in expectation.
He leaned further over and blew on the nipple, which tightened even more, and she shivered. Using his tongue, he circled around and around the areola and finally captured the nipple in his mouth. He worked it with his lips and tongue until she had to bite back a groan. His hand reached across to tweak the other nipple into a matching peak. Next, he slid his hand down her stomach to rest between her trembling thighs. For a few brief seconds his fingers explored this new territory with delicate precision, and it was all Felicia could do not to grab him and pull him into the tub with her.
“Yes, very tempted … but I have … other plans for us tonight,” he murmured, and Felicia shivered in delicious anticipation at what he might have in mind.
He stood up. “Now, finish that wine, sweetheart and get out. Wrap yourself in a towel. You won’t need anything else.” He walked to the door. “I’ll wait for you out here.” He smiled a wicked little grin and left.
After he was gone, she finished her wine and rose. Water cascaded from her skin, and she reached for a white towel that was hanging on a nearby rack. After she had dried off and drained the tub, she wrapped the towel around her and tucked the end firmly between her breasts. With growing curiosity, she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.
Nate had turned all the lights out and had lit the candles he had scattered around the room. The covers were turned down on the bed, and Nate was setting a bottle of mint-flavored body oil on the bedside table. He had taken his shirt off and was clad only in a pair of jeans.
When he heard the door open, he swung to face her. His gaze moved over her, and a fiery heat flared in the depths of his eyes. “Come here, gorgeous.”
She walked to him, and he took her into his arms for a slow, leisurely kiss that made her insides melt. His mouth caressed hers lightly before pressing more firmly, and she felt his tongue slip past her lips. Their tongues entwined, dueled, retreated. His teeth tugged gently on her bottom lip before he released her and stepped back.
“Now, sweetie, lie down on the bed. I’m going to give you a nice, soothing massage to loosen up those stiff muscles a bit more.” He helped her to free the towel and draped it across her hips when she stretched out on the bed. Beneath half-closed lids Felicia watched as he poured some of the mint oil into his palm. She closed her eyes in anticipation.
Expecting him to start with her shoulders, she was surprised when she felt him sit down on the end of the bed and lift her feet onto his lap. His hands began a slow steady pressure on the sole of her left foot that had her groaning with pleasure. She had been on her feet most of the day, and this was utter bliss. The mint of the oil made her skin tingle, and the delicate scent permeated the air. Slowly, he made his way to her other foot, his motions sure and steady as he worked the area free of any lingering soreness.
Taking his time, his hands moved up her leg and massaged her calves with long strokes. Up and down, up and down. “That feels so good.”
He paused to pour more oil onto her skin. She couldn’t keep from moaning again as her muscles relaxed under his magic fingers and the cooling feel of the oil. His touch moved higher and higher, skimming up her thighs. Felicia parted her legs, the soothing feeling of the massage giving way to a slow arousal, and his hands brushed tantalizingly against her moistening folds before moving higher. She parted her legs more, trying to entice him to return. He chuckled. “Oh, no, sweetheart. You need to be a bit more relaxed.”
Rising up, he moved onto the bed and straddled her hips with his legs. He reached forward and his hands began massaging her shoulders. “Oh, God,” she groaned.
He used his thumbs to loosen each inch of muscle, stroking up to her neck as well and rubbing the tightness that he found there away. The firm pressure of his hands felt so lovely. Another moan emerged from her throat, longer this time, and Nate softly kissed against her cheek. “Feel good?” he asked. She squirmed and moaned again.
His hands continued down her back, leaving no inch of skin untouched. His gentle touch grew firmer each time he found a knotted muscle, pressing and prodding until it disappeared. Before long she felt like she could dissolve and melt into a puddle of aroused bliss. She felt him lift up to remove the towel that still covered her hips. When his hands grasped the cheeks of her buttocks, her hips rose in a helpless movement. But he continued what he was doing, again ignoring the silent plea of her parted thighs. As he stroked and massaged, she could feel herself becoming more and more relaxed. The mint oil had her skin tingling everywhere he had touched. When he poured some into the crease between her cheeks and rubbed it in, she had to bite her lip to hold back a groan. His finger pressed against the dark flower of her anus and she felt one finger ease just inside. She stiffened at first at the unexpected penetration. He pressed in and out a few times, each time going a bit deeper, and the delicious tingle of the oil made her burn for release. She began to enjoy it, remembering the pleasure he had given her the last time they were together. He slowly added another finger, and she could feel the walls of her anus stretching wider to accommodate him. “Please, Nate…” she begged.
“Please what, Felicia? Do you want me here?” He pressed inside again.
She hesitated, unsure of what to say. She had only had anal sex once, years before with Stephen. It had been painful and unpleasant and embarrassing. It didn’t feel painful right now, though. In fact, his fingers felt incredible. Still she didn’t know if she wanted him to fuck her there. His cock was a lot bigger than his fingers.
“I don’t know, Nate.”
“Have you ever taken a man here, Felicia?”
“Once. It wasn’t … good.”
"Well, you think about it, baby. Okay? Because I'd love it. Now, you just rest here. I'll go check on supper."
She heard him walk out and quietly close the door. For a moment she just lay there, thinking about how wonderful he was being to her. And before she knew it, she was sound asleep.
She awoke much later, momentarily confused about where she was. She reached out to turn on the bedside light and took in the room around her. It all came back to her. She was at Nate's. When she rose, she found a man's button-down shirt draped across the bed beside her. Slowly she pulled it on, opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. The muffled sound of the television came to her, so she followed the sound down the stairs and to a room at the back of the house.
*
Nate looked up when he heard a sound behind him. Felicia stood there, looking sexy as hell in a sleepy-eyed way, her hair tousled. She was wearing the shirt he'd left for her. It clung to her body lovingly, and he'd never been so jealous of a piece of clothing in his life.
He reached over and pushed the mute button on the television. It had been hard as hell to leave her lying there, but he'd known she was exhausted. So he’d come downstairs and put in the movie he’d recently rented but had not had a chance to watch yet. He could hardly concentrate on the action when all he really wanted to do was join Felicia in his bed. And now here she was.
She smiled slightly and he held out his hand. Once she was snuggled comfortably beside him on the couch, he dropped a quick kiss on her mouth and asked, "Did you get a good rest?"
She sighed and rested her head against his chest, curling her legs up on the sofa. "Yes. Thanks so much for letting me sleep. I guess I really was beat. I’m sorry I ruined your dinner."
He smiled and nuzzled her hair. "It'll keep. I put everything in the fridge. Are you hungry? I can always heat it back up."
She just shook her head. "So … what are you watching?"
He tilted his head sideways to gaze down at her. "It's the newest James Bond movie."
"I love James Bond."
He smiled at that quiet confession. "Great. You haven’t missed that much.”
From the table beside him he grabbed the popcorn and plopped it into her lap. “Here. We'll share."
He started the movie again but the images on the screen didn't hold his attention at all now that Felicia had joined him. She settled in to watch the film, and he settled in to watch her. As the movie progressed, she began to munch on the popcorn and sip on the root beer he had set on the table beside the couch. Nate just enjoyed their closeness. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had felt such contentment. Being with her this way, watching her expression change as the events unfolded onscreen, feeling the warmth of her body pressing against him so casually—it was amazing how right it felt. Surely she could sense it too, this connection between the two of them.
He allowed his mouth to press a light kiss against the top of her head where it rested against his chest. She said nothing but burrowed a bit closer, and he took that as a silent acquiescence. The empty popcorn bowl was quickly set aside, and he pulled Felicia closer. Wrapping his arms around her snugly, he asked, “Comfortable?”
Felicia’s head nodded up and down, her hair scraping and catching against the rough skin of his chin. “Yes. I’m fine.”
Surreptitiously he watched her as she absorbed the movie. Occasionally, he stroked her and dropped gentle kisses against her skin as the movie reached its climax. He grew bolder. His hand, which had been resting against her waist, began to subtly tug at the hem of her shirt until he was able to push beneath to the warm flesh of her abdomen. Idly he let his thumb move in gentle circles, feeling the quiver of her muscles at the new intimacy of his touch. He probed delicately beneath the shirt tails, to hint at what he really wanted.
To Nate’s surprise, Felicia’s hand dropped down onto his thigh and began its own tender exploration, weaving tangled patterns across the denim fabric of his jeans. His cock grew harder and harder as her hand moved higher. He had to shift uncomfortably a couple of times to relieve the pressure of his heated skin against the zippered fly. He finally covered her hand with his, afraid that if she continued he would not be able to stop the climax she was coaxing with her innocently sensuous touches.
At last the final credits of the movie began rolling on the screen. He reached forward for the remote control and turned the television off. After placing the remote back on the table, he turned to her and pulled her into his arms. She came to him eagerly, and he knew that she had been as aroused by their gentle foreplay as he had been.
