by Terry Towers
I was just lighting the candles when the sound of the key being inserted into the lock caught my attention. Giving the table one last look, I was pleased with the result. I’d gone all out even buying a lacy white tablecloth to cover the small, dull wooden table.
The door swung open and Felicity stepped inside. At first, she didn’t take notice of the dimly lit room, or the mouthwatering aroma wafering from the food, but it didn’t take long for her to turn and immediately spot the food.
There was a glimmer of excitement in her gaze, which quickly turned somber. “Expecting someone?” she asked.
“Well actually, I was expecting you. You didn’t give me an opportunity to buy you dinner on our jog the other day, so I decided to bring dinner to you.” I shrugged, looking down at the table realizing I may have gone a little overboard. “Vesarios has the best pizza and pasta in town, from what I hear, and I figured you’d be hungry after your meeting… It’s not a big deal.”
“Oh…”
She had one helluva poker face, I couldn’t read her. Impatience quickly got the better of me. “Good? Bad? It seems we got off on the wrong foot somehow and I’m trying to make this right. That’s all.”
Her stony expression broke and she smiled, the tension she’d held in her body seemed to relax. “No, this is good. I appreciate it. I had a bit of a rough day. It’s just unexpected.” Shrugging her leather laptop backpack off her shoulders, she placed it on the sofa and came back into the kitchen. “Maybe I’ve been a bit of a bitch lately.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t about to dwell on the past and ruin the mood.
While I loved seeing her golden hair flowing around her head as she walked and how the strands caught and reflected the light. I liked how she kept it relatively short showing off her graceful neck and collarbone. It was short enough to give me a nice view of her neck, but long enough that it still looked soft and feminine. She was a smart, talented, beautiful woman. Any man who had a shot with her would be a fool to let her go. Maybe if I could get her to open up tonight, I’d unravel some of the mystery surrounding why she was so guarded.
“Have a seat. I have an additional surprise for you. Just a thank you for letting me move in here. You really saved my ass.” Going to the fridge I pulled out one of the coolers and a beer for myself. Glasses were already on the table. Placing the bottles on the table, I sat down across from her.
“Wow.” Picking up the bottle, she examined it. “How’d you know this was my favorite?”
Giving her a lopsided grin, I shrugged. “I pay closer attention than you’d think.”
I thought I saw a flash of anxiety in her expression. “You okay? This too much?” I motioned to the table that’d given off some serious romantic vibes. “I didn’t mean to go overboard.”
A smile spread across her lips. “No, it’s fine. Better than fine. Thank you.”
“How was the meeting?” I asked as we dug into the pizza pie.
Crinkling up her nose, she gave her head a little shake. “Not great.” Picking up her glass, now filled with the vodka cooler, she took a long drink, nearly downing half the glass.
“What was the meeting all about?”
With a sigh, she picked up a breadstick and took a bite before answering. “I’ve been working on a concept for a series of romance novels for a while now and sent them the first few chapters of the first in the series. I’d kept it to myself, wasn’t sure if they were good or not.”
“That’s great!”
“We’ll see. I have no reader base. No previous work. I’m an unknown. The only reason I even got the meeting was because I called in a favor. Pretty sure they’re going to pass.”
I eyed her for a moment. The thought that there was something oddly familiar about her struck me once more. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It’d been nagging in the back of my mind from the first time we met. I just wished I knew what it was. There was always the possibility that I’d slept with someone who she reminded me of. That was a distinct possibility – I just didn’t think that was it.
She drank down the remainder of the alcohol in her glass and then headed to the fridge for a refill. “How about you? How is working at the shop? Do you enjoy tattooing?”
“It’s good. Actually better than good. I really didn’t think I’d enjoy it nearly as much as I am. I’ve got a lot to learn and the artists are throwing me all the shit work – flash tattoos, walk-ins, shit that they just plain don’t want to do. But on the other hand, I need to pay my dues and work my way up the chain until I start getting my own regular clients. The other day, I had to tattoo a cartoon image of a vagina inside of a heart with a woman’s name over it on a dude’s inner thigh, really fucking close to his junk. It was fucking weird.”
“I bet.” A hint of a grin turned up the corners of her lips.
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Felicity
As much as I tried to be sympathetic to his plight, the image of his face so close to some guy's cock and balls while working was too much for me to handle, as I erupted in laughter.
“Oh yes, yuck it up. It was great.”
Wiping tears that’d formed in the corners of my eyes, I looked back up at him with the grin remaining on my lips. “I wish I’d been there.”
“I wish you had been to. Pretty sure I noticed the guy’s johnson twitch a time or two. I think he was getting off on it. If I hadn’t known any better, then I’d have thought it was some sort of hazing thing for the new guy. The whole shop found it pretty fucking funny.”
I cringed even though a smirk remained on my lips. “There will be more you know. I’ve heard a lot of horror stories from the tattoo artists that have done my work.” I looked down at my arms covered in tattoo sleeves of a variety of animals, all bright and colorful. There wasn't much arm space left to tattoo, but I had lots of other spots that needed beautiful art.
“You do have a fair amount of art on yourself.” He took one of my dainty hands in his larger, firm ones and pulled the arm closer to him. With his other hand he traced some of the lines of the animals with his index fingers, his gaze fixated on the tattoos as if examining every line and potential blowout.
I held my breath, not wanting to like the feel of his hands on me. Trying to deny the shiver threatening to shimmy down my spine. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want or need his touch. I hated this man. I’d hated him for over a decade now, but my body betrayed me, making me realize I was lying to myself.
Grabbing my drink, I downed the remainder of the liquid, giving myself an almost instant head rush. The last time I’d gotten drunk was when I had a bender after finding out about my ex and roommate.
Getting up from his seat, he rounded the table to kneel before me. Dropping my hand, he placed his hand on my upper leg instead, which had a large Japanese koi fish tattoo along the outside of my thigh from my knee to my hip. He gently pushed my skirt up my leg, pausing mid-thigh. Looking up at me, I faintly smelled the beer on his breath as he asked, “May I?”
I couldn’t speak as the tension within me rose. The apex between my legs dampened my panties. Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded, watching as he pushed my skirt upwards until it was bunched up between my legs and my entire thigh was exposed.
“Amazing work.” His hand slowly slipped up my thigh. Looking back up at me he said, “Maybe one day you’ll trust my abilities enough to allow me to ink you.”
I gulped. God, I needed another vodka cooler. My smile was weak as I looked down at him. I was supposed to hate him. Fuck! Then why did I want him so badly? “I have an entire back that’s a blank canvas.”
“Most people don’t realize what an honor it is when someone trusts you to brand their body for the rest of their lives. For the rest of their lives, they’ll have a part of the artist with them. I never quite grasped how intimate it can be – how connecting – especially when you’re putting your art on someone who’ll remember your connection to it.”
I’d never thought of it quite that way before, but
he was right. My tattoos meant something to me, they just weren’t random markings and I remembered each and every experience and the people who created the art. “I’m sure it doesn’t quite compare to other activities.”
A lazy smirk crossed his lips. “Such as?”
“Sex for one.” Damn, why did I say that? Was I insane? The alcohol was going to my head. The proximity of his body to mine, knelt between my legs, the smell of his cologne as it drifted up to my nose mixed with a hint of beer, it was all toying with my senses and making me say and feel crazy things.
“Sometimes. If the sex is with the right person. Like tattooing, sex can be more or less intimate depending…”
“Depending on what?” My heart raced so damned fast I feared it’d explode through my ribcage.
His deep blue eyes stared into mine. “On the meaning behind it.”
I needed to escape to my room. Read an erotic novel or watch some porn, get off and go to sleep. That’s what a woman with any type of common sense would do in this situation. He was a playboy – always had been and it didn’t appear as though he’d changed much over the years. But I couldn’t run from him or pull myself from the spell he’d weaved around me.
Shifting uncomfortably in the chair as the wetness between my legs intensified, I heard myself replying, “And how deep would our connection be? Would it be memorable?” Running my tongue along my lower lip, I waited for his response knowing I’d made a mistake, but no longer caring.
He slowly raised his face mere inches from my body as his head moved up my stomach and between the valley of my breasts until he reached my neck. Moving slightly closer, his lips grazed the side of my neck – so lightly I wondered if it had really happened or was it just my wishful thinking? By the time his lips reached mine – less than an inch away, I felt as though my pussy would explode.
“Would you like to find out?” he whispered.
Chapter 6
Yes… No… Oh My God… YES!
My mind was in turmoil as I tried to sort through the ramifications of what having sex would do to our situation. Good – bad. Yes – no. I didn’t want to think, I just wanted to feel…
Maybe it was the mood that’d been set for the evening. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was because it’d been something I’d longed for since I was a teenager. All I knew for certain was that the moment his lips brushed across mine, I was lost.
A soft moan escaped my lips as he slipped a hand into my hair, grasping the back of my head with his large hand, the feel of the slight tug on the strands making my body tremble with need.
Kissing him back with the desire that’d simmered inside me since the day he’d walked into the apartment, I slipped my hands up his chest. My hands came to rest at his shoulders, my fingertips tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath the t-shirt he wore.
The taste of the beer on his lips and tongue as my tongue dueled with his was a faint strawberry and kiwi taste. Pressing myself against his hard body, I moaned softly against his lips.
“Felicity. Why do you have such an effect on me?” he asked, trailing a line of kisses along my jaw.
“I don’t know…” I managed to gasp, letting my head drop to the side, giving him access to the tender flesh.
As his lips and teeth reached my neck, shivers raced through me from the top of my head to the tip of my toe, igniting my body and making my pussy throb for him, for closer and more intimate contact.
As the yearning within me increased, so had the need to feel more of him in every way. Grasping the bottom of his t-shirt, I tugged it up. Ending his kisses on my neck, he sat back on his heels and lifted his arms over his head so I could remove his shirt entirely.
“Your body is incredible,” I gasped, trailing my fingertips along the lines of hard muscle. As I reached his pecks, he flexed them, startling me. A girlish giggle erupted from me. “Such a goofball,” I teased, leaning forward and nipping at his neck just under his chin.
“Not exactly what I was going for, but I’ll take it.” He grinned, kissing me lightly as he worked the buttons on the front of my sleeveless white shirt, pushing the fabric aside and exposing my chest. Pulling the thin lacey cups of my bra aside, he uncovered my breasts in his view.
Sensing what he was about to do, I closed my eyes and arched my back, pushing my breasts out to him, granting him permission to go further.
He cupped both breasts in his hands, his fingertips gently rolling my large dark nipples into hardened peaks, sending jolts or electric pleasure though me. My fingers dug into his shoulders as the pleasure increased.
Removing his left hand from my breast, he dipped his head and pulled my nipple between his lips, gently sucking it into his mouth, nipping just hard enough to make me moan and squirm in the chair. As he teased and taunted my nipples, switching from one to the other, the desire within me increased. I needed more. My pussy demanded more.
“Carrington, please,” I gasped, opening my eyes and looking down at him, hardly believing this was happening. A part of me pushed my reservations to the side for now because all I wanted at that moment was to feel more of him and for the pleasure to never end, be damned the consequences. I’d waited over a decade for this to happen. There was no turning back now.
As if sensing the need within me, he released my nipple and slipped his hands up my inner thigh, pushing my skirt up until it was at my waist, revealing matching pink lace panties and bra.
Allowing my desires to take control, I wiggled my butt to the edge of the chair and slowly spread my legs for him, the coolness of the room teasing my pussy through the wet fabric. “Please,” I moaned, placing my hands on his shoulders and pushing him down.
“I love a woman who takes control,” he growled, kissing the inside of my leg next to my knee. Slowly, excruciatingly slow, his lips made their way along my inner leg while his free hand cupped my mound, gently squeezing it, using his thumb to tease my already swollen clit.
He moaned a low, feral sound making me quiver. My stomach was in knots, my fingernails digging into his bare shoulders, leaving deep crescent shapes in his flesh. As his mouth reached the apex between my legs, he hooked his index finger into the thin wet fabric and pulled it aside, exposing me to him.
He paused, leaving me yearning. Confused as to why he’d hesitated, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. The look of hunger in his eyes nearly sent me over the edge. “I’m dying to taste you, baby,” he growled.
Chewing at my lower lip, I glanced down between my legs. “Then why are you waiting?”
Not needing any further encouragement, he dipped his head again and ran his tongue along the length of my wet slit. I groaned loudly, savoring the feel of his tongue in my most private of places. His tongue hesitated at my clit, flicking and teasing the nub as he thrust two fingers into my lubricated core.
I screamed out at the sudden invasion of his fingers, bucking wildly against his hand, wanting – no needing, more. “More God, more,” I begged, fucking his finger and mouth.
“So greedy baby,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
“I am for you.”
He continued finger fucking my pussy, rubbing against my G-spot each time they thrust inward. The pleasure was so good. I’d become an expert at making myself come, but it couldn’t compare to having a man between your legs worshipping your pussy. My body trembled.
“I’m going to come,” I cried out. And just as I was about to explode, he removed his fingers from me leaving me empty and disappointed. Immediately my eyes flew open and I looked down at him.
“Not yet.” He hesitated for the span of several seconds. As the seconds passed, my arousal deflated, leaving me in sheer agony.
It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him again when he lowered his head once more, this time thrusting his tongue deep into my core. I gripped his shoulders, rocking my hips against his mouth.
The sensations within me increased, but this time more rapidly than before. In and out, his tongue worked my pussy tak
ing me higher and higher with each thrust. His tongue accompanied his finger as it pinched my clit, increasing the pressure until I bucked and moaned uncontrollably.
I needed to come, as I squirmed against him. I was so close, tight knots squeezed my stomach. I needed release more than I needed anything else at that moment. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, the tension within me broke and a wash of relief rushed through me, so intense it left me feeling empty and lightheaded. My pussy clenched around his tongue and a rush of my juices greeted his greedy tongue.
He lapped me up as if he were a drying man in the desert, desperately in need of water. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood before me, a large, hard bulge pushing against the denim.
“Carrington,” I gasped.
“We’re not done yet baby.” Bending, he grabbed by the waist and hoisted me up and over his shoulder. “Not even close to being done.”
“Promise, promises,” I teased, hanging over his shoulder, my face just inches from his round hard ass. “Your ass looks amazing in jeans.” Reaching down, I grasped both ass cheeks in my hands and gave them a squeeze.
Chuckling, he gave my ass a slap, just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me and reignite the fire between my legs. “You’ll be seeing so much more than just my ass in a few minutes.”
Entering his bedroom, he heaved me off his shoulder and onto the bed. I giggled, drunk on vodka cooler and lust. It had been way too long since I’d had a man worshipping my body like he was. It felt so fucking good – intoxicating. How I’d gone this long was beyond me?
The room was dark, but the light from the dining room and kitchen gave just enough light for me to see everything I could possibly want to feast my eyes on. Arching my back and reaching my hands over my head, I stretched out on his bed, watching him as he undid his belt and slid down his jeans. The boxer briefs came off quickly after leaving him completely naked at the foot of the bed, his dick standing tall and proud, the head gleaming with pre-cum.
