Felicia's Fling

Jolie Cain


Chapter One

Following closely behind her friend Jackie, Felicia entered the crowded nightclub located on the bottom floor of one of Miami's most popular hotels. She paused to take a deep breath as she absorbed the lighthearted and yet somewhat frantic atmosphere in the room. Couples stood or sat in tight clusters, but they all had the same single-minded expressions on their faces. When Jackie spotted a couple of empty stools at the bar and immediately headed in that direction, Felicia followed right behind her, feeling completely out of place. As she crossed the room, she felt the eyes that followed her, drawn no doubt to the tight, low-cut red dress and stiletto heels that Jackie had loaned her. She swallowed uncomfortably at the masculine attention she was receiving, but she kept going. Wasn’t that the whole reason she had let Jackie talk her into this little excursion? To prove to herself that she could still attract a man? That she was still a woman men would pursue … would desire? That she could still compete against the twenty-something’s, with their augmented breasts and bleached hair—like the one her ex-husband had left her for?

Jackie turned to her and grinned. “Wow, this place is really hopping tonight, isn’t it, Fee?”

Felicia shrugged. “I guess.”

Jackie just laughed.

“Oh, loosen up, sweetheart. A girl’s night out was just what you needed. You’ve been stuck in that house for too damn long feeling sorry for yourself.”

Felicia knew she was right; she just wasn’t sure that this was the way to meet men, going out to some nightclub “meat market”. Maybe she needed to start out a little slower … like a trip to the library. Men still read, didn't they? She barely stifled a hysterical giggle at the thought.

The bartender walked up, and Jackie smiled flirtatiously at him. “Hiya, handsome. I’ll have a Vodka Collins, please.”

He smiled back at her, and Felicia watched the exchange enviously. While she wasn’t exactly shy, she’d never felt entirely comfortable chatting up some stranger. Jackie, however, was a completely different story. She seemed to relish the challenge.

Felicia smiled nervously at the bartender when he turned a questioning gaze her way. She ordered a dry martini and bemusedly watched as he mixed her drink with that skilled precision of bartenders everywhere. After paying him, she took a small sip and felt the sharp burn as the fiery liquid slid down her throat. The bartender stayed close, his eyes focused on Jackie, who was looking particularly good tonight, her platinum blonde hair cut short and tousled loosely and pants that rode low on her hips revealing a sexy belly piercing. Jackie never lacked for masculine attention.

As Jackie and the bartender continued to talk, Felicia toyed with her cocktail napkin, beginning to wish that she’d just stayed home and watched that documentary on the Battle of Shiloh that was on the history channel. Sighing, she realized what a fuddy-duddy the thought made her.

To distract herself from her own limitations as a femme fatale, she found herself people watching in the mirror behind the bar. Everyone seemed so damn young, and she felt so old. She hadn’t been in a bar like this since she and Stephen had started dating, and that was a good twelve years ago. And even then it hadn’t really been her cup of tea. She'd always preferred intimate little cafes where you could actually hear the other person talk.

She was jolted out of her thoughts when Jackie leaned over and whispered, “Come on, Felicia. You look like you’re scared to death. This is supposed to be fun. See anyone interesting? How about that guy over in the corner nursing his beer?”

The bartender had moved off to wait on another customer, and Jackie was checking out the crowd. Another sip for courage, and Felicia swiveled sideways in her seat, allowing her eyes to focus on the guy Jackie had mentioned. Her eyebrows rose as she took in the shirt that was half unbuttoned down his chest and the gold chains sparkling there.

She shook her head decisively. "I don't think so, Jackie."

“No?” Jackie looked at him again. “Hmmm … no maybe not. Looks like someone needs to tell him that the eighties called, and they want their wardrobe back.” They both laughed and rolled their eyes before Jackie turned back to continue her search for the perfect man.

The bar was certainly packed. As Felicia studied the crowd, she noticed again how young they all seemed. Even with the heavy makeup and skimpy attire, the females looked like they were still in their teens, and most of the males barely older. But for all their youth, they seemed to exude a confidence in themselves, in their sexuality, that she could not hope to emulate.

She took another drink, completely out of her element. Already she knew that this had been a bad idea. When she had been planning it with Jackie, back in the safety of her own home, it had seemed so simple. Just find some man—or "a great piece of ass" as Jackie called it—and spend the night rolling around with him between the sheets. A quick sexual release with no expectation of more. It had been so long since she had been with a man. Jackie had been appalled when the truth had come out as they had sat there drinking and man-bashing. But now … now that she was really here … she wasn't sure she could go through with it. Picking up some unknown guy and having a one-night stand. That so was not her. What had she been thinking?

Scratch that. She knew what she had been thinking. She’d been thinking that the second margarita Jackie had poured her had gone down real smooth. And the third one even smoother. She smiled ruefully as she remembered how hung over she’d been the next day. That should have been her first clue that any decision she had made the night before was probably a bad one. But Jackie had persuaded her that she needed to do something to get herself out of the black funk she’d been in since Stephen had left.

Suddenly she was distracted from her thoughts by the feeling that someone was watching her. Looking around, she saw a pair of deep blue eyes at a table not far away, eyes that were studying her closely. When the man saw she had noticed him, he smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast of appreciation.

Felicia shivered at the unabashed interest in his hot stare. His gaze skimmed over her body, and she looked quickly away when his eyes swept back up to hers. A few moments later, unable to resist the temptation, she glanced back. His eyes were still intently focused on her. Their gazes stayed locked on one another until his attention was distracted by one of the young ladies sitting at the table with him, and the moment was gone.

Felicia took a deep breath. Without that heated gaze holding hers captive, she was able to get a better look at him. He was gorgeous, no question about that. His blonde hair was short, but not too short, brushing against the collar of his shirt as he leaned forward. He had a square jaw and, when he smiled, she could see deeply set dimples in his cheeks. His tan skin attested to hours spent in the sun and gave him a healthy glow even under the muted lighting of the bar. Felicia could picture herself running her fingers through that hair, sliding her hands across his arms to probe down into the slightly opened collar of his shirt. She felt her face heating at her thoughts and shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the first stirrings of arousal caught her off guard.

Studying him more closely, she realized with a small pang of disappointment that he looked just as young as most of this crowd, which was at least a good ten years younger than she was. Sighing, she turned back around to finish her drink.

Jackie stood up. “I see some of the girls from work, Fee. I'm going to go say hey. Do you want to come?”

"No. I'll just wait here."

"I’ll be back soon. Okay?”

Felicia nodded.

“You’ll be all right by yourself?”

“Yes, Jackie. I may be old and out of touch, but I think I can manage to sit by myself for fifteen minutes without panicking or getting kidnapped by slave traders.”

Jackie laughed and strolled away.

Felicia watched her friend wind her way through the crowd. Maybe she should just go home. Jackie would be pissed that she had chickened out, but she would understand. Luckily they had come in separate vehicles, so Jackie could stay with her friends and enjoy herself without having to babysit Felicia. As she scanned the room hoping to catch sight of her friend so she could tell her she was leaving, a man slid onto the seat beside her. When she glanced sideways, she recognized him. It was the guy from the corner. The disco dude. He sent her a practiced smile, his gaze drifting down to focus on her breasts. She returned the smile with a politely stilted one of her own, hoping he would turn his attention elsewhere. Instead, obviously taking her smile as an invitation, he leaned toward her and said, "Hi, pretty lady. I'm Ted. Are you here alone?" His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Ahh … no. As a matter of fact, I'm meeting someone." She looked at her watch in feigned concern. "He should be here soon."

"Well, his loss…" He winked, stroking his fingers over the back of her hand where it lay on the bar.

Felicia pulled her hand from beneath his and said, "I don't think so … ah … Ted."

Undeterred by her refusal, he moved closer still, his gaze dropping once more to her chest, a lust-filled gleam in his eyes. "Oh, come on, baby. Let Teddy show you a good time. I promise you won’t be sorry."

She felt trapped as he pressed closer to her, and her eyes darted around looking for a way out. Where the hell was Jackie? Suddenly she felt a hand rest warmly against her spine, exposed and naked thanks to the halter style of her dress. "Hi, baby. Sorry I'm late."

Her eyes flew up to meet those familiar blue ones, and her heart fluttered briefly in her chest at the sensuality lurking behind those cool pools.

"Oh, ah … you…"

"I know, I know. I got hung up in a meeting." His hand slid possessively around her waist. “Forgive me?" He bent down to press a quick kiss against her startled mouth. Her unwanted admirer muttered something under his breath before picking up his drink and heading toward a group of women clustered around a table nearby. Felicia breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at her rescuer as he sat on the stool next to hers that had just been vacated. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

He smiled. "No problem. You looked like you could use a little help with Don Juan there." He cocked his head in Ted's direction, and she made a face.


He gestured toward her now-empty martini glass. "So, may I buy you another drink?”

She raised a brow. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire?"

He grinned and shrugged. "You can't shoot a guy for trying, right?"

She felt a shimmer of amusement at his honest response. "Actually, I was thinking about leaving. I've discovered that this isn't really my kind of place.”

He frowned. “Please? I hate to drink alone. Won’t you have just one with me?”

She looked over her shoulder toward the table he had been sitting at. It was empty. “What happened to your friends?”

He shrugged and motioned for the bartender. “They had to leave.” When the bartender approached, he said, “Yes, I’ll have a beer, please, and the lady will have another martini.”

She raised a brow at his presumption, and he grinned devilishly. She knew she should refuse, but his eager confidence was engaging. It was pretty flattering to have someone so young and attractive showing such interest in her. And she didn't get the same desperate vibes from him as she had from the easily dismissed Ted. “You didn’t want to go with your friends?” she asked, smiling in thanks when the bartender delivered her martini.

“Hmm? Oh, no. Things here seemed much more interesting than random bar-hopping.” His eyes told her exactly what it was he found interesting, and Felicia's own eyes widened. He meant her. And she was almost shocked at the idea that he was interested in her. Here was this sexy man, this sexy young man, making some obvious moves on her. She couldn’t help but feel flattered that he found her attractive enough to ditch his friends. After everything her ex had said about her, this man's words and the look in his eyes was a balm to her battered soul. On the other hand, hadn't she just gotten rid of one unwelcome admirer and told herself that one-night stands were not for her? Nevertheless she had to admit to being tempted. He was just so … appealing.

“I’m Nate.” He held out his hand.

After a moment’s hesitation, she put hers in his, and he closed his fingers around her hand in a warm clasp. “Felicia.”

Still holding her hand, he rubbed his thumb in a gentle caress across the back, sending shivers up her spine. His eyes gazed persuasively into hers as he said, “Well, Felicia, won’t you take pity on me since my friends have deserted me?”


As he waited for her answer, Nate couldn’t help but thank whatever benevolent gods watched over fools like him that she had walked into this bar before he had left. The giggling and inane conversation of the girls his friends had brought along had been grating on his nerves. Good God, were reality television shows and shopping for shoes all they really thought about? He couldn’t tell a Manolo Blahnik from a pair of Keds, and couldn’t care less. He had been searching for an escape route when he had seen Felicia enter the bar in her sexy red dress. Her dark hair was swept up into some loose style that made him long to see it tumble down around her shoulders or maybe across his pillow. Dark tendrils had escaped to caress the pale skin of her neck, and his cock had immediately stirred to life. She had been such a contrast to the other girls, obviously older but a bit uncertain, as if she weren’t accustomed to hanging out in bars. As soon as he had seen her, he’d decided to try his luck. So when he’d noticed that drunk SOB hitting on her, he’d bristled with a feeling of possessive aggression. It was time to make his move. After all, he had seen her first.

And now here he was, her warm hand clasped lightly in his much larger one, his eyes focused on her red-lipsticked mouth as it tilted upward in a mesmerizing smile that caused his half-hard cock to come to full erection.

“I suppose it would be completely ungrateful of me to say no."

“Yes, it would,” he couldn’t resist teasing her, and she laughed, her head leaning back to reveal the long, elegant line of her neck. Nate wanted to taste it.

She licked her lips and cleared her throat before asking him, “So, Nate, are you from Miami?” She seemed to catch herself, shaking her head. “No. Don’t answer that. Nothing personal, okay? I’d like to forget about where we’re from and focus on right here and right now. Is that all right?”

He cocked his head to one side, considering her request. “All right, sweetheart. Except for one thing.” He picked up her hand and kissed the ring finger of her left hand. “You’re not married, are you, Felicia? Or otherwise involved?”

She paused for a moment and looked down. When she looked back up, her eyes held an expression he couldn’t quite read. Pain, maybe. Or dismay. But she shook her head, and it was gone. “No, nothing like that.”

He studied her face, trying to detect any trace of dishonesty, but her eyes met his forthrightly. Finally he nodded. “Good. Me either. No significant others waiting at home.” He smiled, and she tentatively smiled back. “Well, if we can’t talk about anything personal, my lovely, mysterious Felicia, what shall we talk about?”

She took the olive from her drink and nibbled on it as she considered his question. Nate couldn’t pull his eyes from her as her tongue darted out to taste the smooth green skin. She licked on that damn olive, sucked it, and all he could do was think about how that mouth of hers would feel on him.

Dropping the olive back into her now-empty glass, she smiled ruefully, and he knew she was completely unaware of her effect on him. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at small talk these days. I guess you could say I’m a little … ah … out of practice.”

He had his suspicions about what had put that hint of sadness in her voice. Obviously some bastard had hurt her. Probably an ex-husband if she'd been out of the dating scene for a while. Well, he was going to do his best to help her forget about anyone else tonight but him.

“Dance with me, Felicia.”

Her eyebrows lifted uncertainly as she took in the bodies gyrating wildly on the dance floor. “I think I’m a bit out of my league out there. Maybe you should ask one of them.” She gestured toward a group of females clumped together at the end of the bar, all dressed similarly in short skirts and tight tops. He studied them briefly and rolled his eyes.

“Please, spare me.”

“But they look like they’re about your age. Don’t you think you’d enjoy being with them more than an old lady like me?”

He let out a bark of laughter, quick to reassure her. “Old lady? Don’t you mean beautiful, mysterious woman who has every man in the room drooling into his beer and wishing I would keel over from a heart attack so they could have a chance with her?”

She smiled, but he could tell she didn’t believe him. It was true though. Nate was aware, even if Felicia wasn’t, of the gazes that kept straying in their direction. The looks on the faces of the men who were as mesmerized as he was by Felicia’s sensual vulnerability.

The music changed to a slow ballad, so he took a quick sip of his beer, and stood up, holding out his hand. “Come on. I promise I won’t bite.”

Her eyes swung to the dance floor and back to him. He saw her take a deep breath before she slid off her stool and put her hand in his. Not trying to conceal his triumphant grin, he began making his way across the bar, tugging her behind him before she could change her mind. When they reached the dance floor, she moved stiffly into his arms, but Nate ignored her attempts to keep some space between them. He pulled her closer, moving her smoothly into the rhythm of the music, and she gradually began to relax against him. He savored the warmth of her as she lightly brushed against him with each movement. She fit perfectly in his arms, not too tall, not too short. Damn, she felt great. Closing his eyes, he inhaled a light vanilla fragrance mixed with the sweet scent that was uniquely hers, and it was hard to stop himself from dragging her out of the nightclub and up to his room where he could explore her more intimately.

He rested his cheek against her hair and steered her deeper into the center of the crowded dance floor until they were surrounded on all sides by the tight press of bodies. She was forced to step even closer against him as some of the more energetic dancers bumped into her. He dropped the hand he held and moved both hands to her waist, his arms enclosing her protectively. Their steps got slower and slower, until they were doing no more than swaying in place. Nate tuned out everything but Felicia and the way she felt. He angled his head and slid his lips lightly across her smooth skin. She missed a step and stumbled against him. He tightened his grip to steady her.

"Nate, I don't think…"

"Good … don't." He whispered against her ear.

She shivered delicately and seemed to forget her momentary hesitation. Her hand slid to his shoulder before creeping higher to caress the skin above the collar of his shirt. He bent his head and nuzzled her throat, and she gave a little hiccuping gasp that he found incredibly sexy.

The song stopped, but they kept shuffling in place until another song began—thank God it was another slow one. Nate didn’t think he could bear to let her go yet. He eased one leg between hers, his knee rubbing intimately against the apex of her thighs. When she didn’t stop him, he slid his hands down her back and arched her tighter against him, wanting her to feel every inch of the erection that had not eased since he had first seen her. She tensed, and for a moment he was afraid he’d pushed too far, too fast. Then her face turned upward, blind with need, and he couldn’t resist answering that unconscious plea. He moved his mouth over her trembling lips in a first tentative tasting.

He kept his touch soft, barely rubbing against her, but when she parted her lips, he eagerly accepted that sensual invitation, sending his tongue probing into the moist cavern. She was delicious. God, he wanted more of her. So much more. The rest of the dance passed in a hypnotic blur of soft skin and wet kisses.

After the song ended, the band announced they were taking a break. Nate stepped back reluctantly, knowing his own face mirrored the banked desire he saw in hers. He didn’t want to rush her, though. Despite the fact that he knew she was older than he was, he detected a hint of vulnerability about her. He sure as hell didn’t want to scare her off by coming across as some single-minded caveman on the prowl for any piece of ass he could find. He also didn’t want to appear like an untried schoolboy, incapable of controlling his passion. He could tell his age was working against him with Felicia, and he needed to tread lightly. So instead of asking her to leave with him, as he wanted desperately to do, Nate found them a cozy booth in a dark corner. They sat snuggled closely together and proceeded to get to know each other better.

The waitress brought their drinks over from where they had left them at the bar, and they spent the next hour talking about everything, from books to current events. Nate loved the earnest look she got in her eyes as she debated him on some point or other, or laughed at something funny he had said. But he especially loved it when her eyes would get that dark, naughty look in them whenever his hand would trail across her shoulder or when his thigh would brush against hers. It was obvious that she was becoming more comfortable with him, perhaps more open to the suggestion he was dying to make.

At last he had used up every ounce of patience he had. He caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth and sucked lightly. When she groaned, he whispered, “Damn, Felicia. You are so beautiful. So sexy. I want to be alone with you. I have a room here at the hotel. Come up with me?”

She hesitated and looked around. "I'm here with a girlfriend, Nate. I don't know…"

"You can tell her you're leaving with me, can't you?" Holding his breath, he waited for her answer.

At last she nodded. “Yes.”

Relieved, he dropped a light kiss of approval on her mouth.


After she introduced Nate to Jackie, Felicia pulled her to the side and told her where she was going. Jackie gave her a grin of approval. "Yeah, I saw you two talking. It didn't look like you wanted to be interrupted so I decided to just hang with Julie and Kate. He's totally hot, Fee. Have a great time. And remember … condoms."

She blushed but nodded and went to join Nate where he stood waiting by the exit. He reached down to hold her hand and drew her through the exit. As they left the bar, Felicia felt as if every eye in the place was on them. Surely everyone knew exactly what was going on. What they were going to do. She could feel her cheeks heating with a blush of … was it shame or … arousal? She wasn’t sure.

When they reached the lobby with its bank of elevators, they halted. Nate kept one hand firmly against her back as he leaned forward to press the button, and she felt him drop a surreptitious kiss on her bare shoulder before standing back up. She snuck a quick peek at him, and he smiled before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

Felicia felt a little dazed at what she was about to do. She could not believe it when she had heard herself agreeing to go to his room, could not believe that she had actually let him pick her up. The other Felicia—the housewife, the teacher, the mom—would call a halt to this madness right now, just tell him she'd changed her mind. He was a nice guy. He could go back inside the bar and find someone to take her place in no time at all. But she didn't want to do that. Tonight she didn’t want to be the old Felicia. She wanted to be the tempting seductive Felicia that Nate saw when he looked at her. It had been so very long since she had felt sexy and desired. It felt good. Damn good.

She looked up at him as he studied the numbers above the door, and her breath caught in her throat. He was just so incredibly beautiful. Nothing at all like her ex-husband. During the last couple of years, Stephen had begun to develop a bit of a paunch as a result of too many cocktail parties and not enough exercise. His hair had also started thinning on top, although he denied it vigorously whenever she’d teased him about it. But Nate … Nate was so different with his intoxicating mouth and that young lithe body that had rubbed up against her so deliciously on the dance floor. Would he rub as deliciously in bed? She shivered and felt a pulse of arousal between her thighs. She was sure he would.

A quiet ding indicated the elevator had arrived, and she stepped inside the empty car. As she turned to face the front, Nate moved behind her, so close she could feel his breath hot against the back of her neck. The mirrored doors slid closed, and their eyes met. She could read his intentions even before she saw his hand move around her waist and across her stomach, to press her up against him.

“Nate.” His name whispered from her lips.

“Tell me this is what you want, Felicia. Tell me or we’ll stop right now. You can go back to the bar, rejoin your friend.” His gaze burned into hers with such a look of blatant carnality she shivered.

“No”. He started to remove his hands from her body, but she shook her head and swallowed. “I mean, no, don’t stop, Nate. Don’t stop.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, waiting for her response.

“I’m sure.”

“Good. Because I want you so damn bad, Felicia. You’re making me crazy.” He leaned down to put his mouth against her neck and dragged his tongue over her racing pulse. She whimpered and reached back to clutch at his pants, needing something to anchor her to reality. When he pushed the fabric of her halter tie aside and his teeth clamped down over the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, she felt her knees weaken. Oh, God. She ached so much. Their sexy dances had been nothing more than foreplay, and she was more than ready. She wanted his hands, his mouth on her. Everywhere. Never before had she ached for a man like this. Her legs trembled with need, and she wasn’t sure that she would have been able to continue to stand were it not for his hands holding her in place.

Nate grasped her shoulders and slowly spun her around. He stepped closer and closer, his eyes locked onto hers. He backed her up until she bumped into the wall of the elevator. She blinked up at him a second before his mouth covered hers. His tongue probed against her lips until she parted them and allowed him entrance. He slid his hands down to cup her ass and arch her against him, and his tongue plundered her mouth. He might be young, but he definitely was not inexperienced, this demanding soon-to-be lover of hers.

“Felicia, you’ve got me so damn hard. I want to see you spread out on my bed. I want to feel your skin against me, nothing between us." He growled out the words as he broke the kiss, his mouth moving to her neck to kiss and suck at the tender flesh there.

Felicia moaned. “Yes. Yes, I want it, too.”

The bell sounded, and he looked up at the number. “This is it,” he told her.

She straightened up and stepped out when the doors parted, taking a deep breath to regain some measure of control. Nate followed closely behind her, guiding her down the hall with his hand clasped around her elbow. When they reached his door, he pulled his key card from his pocket. Her nervous fidgeting drew his attention, and he reached out to cup her cheek in his hand. Tilting her head until he was gazing steadily into her eyes he asked, “Last chance, Felicia. If you don’t want to do this…”

She shook her head. “I do want you … want this … so much. I’m just … a little nervous. It's been a while…”

His eyes studied her carefully before he dropped a soft kiss on her parted lips. "I'm a little nervous myself, sweetheart. As long as you're sure?"

She nodded. Without another word, he took the card, slid it in the slot. With no hesitation, she followed him across the threshold. As soon as the door closed behind them, he grasped her tightly around the waist and kissed her again. The need, which had banked somewhat as they’d walked down the hallway, bloomed into full arousal. There was no tentative probe, no gentle kiss this time.

He ate at her, biting on her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. Two steps and he had her plastered against the door, his hands rubbing over her body with an urgent demand. He reached up to dislodge the pins that held her hair up and then ran his fingers through the long silken strands until they lay like a dark waterfall across her shoulders.

“Jesus, Felicia. You are so damn beautiful.” Nate’s words had her squirming again, rubbing against the hard bulge she felt pressing into her stomach. His hands slid up to her breasts, and he pushed them together. He lowered his head to bury it in the sensitive mounds that bulged over the low neckline of her dress. She tunneled her hands into his hair as she felt his mouth hot against her skin. Oh, God. She leaned back weakly against the door when his hand tugged up her skirt. It was too much. Too much pleasure.

His fingers eased beneath her panties, and she gasped when she felt him probing at her opening. “Oh, yes. You’re so wet for me. So hot. Are you always this hot?”

Without waiting for an answer, he slid a finger up inside her, and she cried out softly at the sudden penetration. He eased his finger out and pushed back in, rubbing his thumb over her clit at the same time.

“Nate…” she gasped out.

He continued to manipulate that hard nub, faster and faster. She arched up into his strokes as she felt her orgasm approaching.

"That's it, baby. That's it. Damn, you're so beautiful. Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me."

“Oh, God. Nate. Oh, God." She could feel herself getting closer and closer, tremors signaling the rapid approach of her orgasm. Then she was there, falling off the edge, grinding into his hand. She closed her eyes as the spasms hit again and again.

“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come all over my hand.”

He continued to rub her until she slumped against him, her climax fading. He pulled his fingers out and raised them to his lips, to lick and suck her juices. “Baby, damn, you taste good. Better than candy.”

Felicia couldn’t even form a coherent thought.

“We’re not finished yet, sweetheart. All I’ve been thinking about all evening is getting you naked and under me. I want to be inside you when you come the next time. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes. Please.” Felicia barely recognized herself in the woman begging a complete stranger to make love to her. But she’d never felt like this before, either.

Vaguely she heard his zipper sliding down, the crinkle of foil from the condom wrapper. "Open your eyes, Felicia. Look at me." She blinked open her heavy lids and met the intense blue of his stare. He shoved her panties aside, and the muscles of his shoulders flexed beneath her fingers as his cock plunged into her in one smooth stroke, filling her completely with his hardness. She gasped. He reached down with both hands and lifted her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, and he began thrusting. And she couldn’t think any more.


God, her pussy was tight. Incredibly tight and hot. It felt so good as his cock pulled out and thrust back in, the wet sucking sound as her cunt clasped down on him almost did him in. He buried his head against her throat, drawing in her sweet vanilla scent. His mouth parted, and he sucked on the exposed skin. “You feel good, baby. So good.” He felt the tremor that shook her. Damn, he wasn’t lying. She was so sweet he couldn’t get enough of it.

His thrusts picked up speed. He knew he was crushing her into the door, but he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t slow down. If anyone passed by, they would definitely hear them, know what they were doing, but he honestly didn’t give a rat’s ass. Her pussy was paradise. He clenched his hands on her hips, tilting her slightly and changing the angle of his thrusts. Moaning, she tightened her arms around his neck. Ahh, yes. Again. And again. Her groans got louder and her muscles began clamping down tighter on his cock. He knew she was close. “Yes baby, come again for me.”

Her pussy spasmed harder, and she jerked against him. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s good.” He stopped his own movements as he felt her trembling response. “Damn, baby. Damn, that’s good.”

He pulled her from the door and took her down to the floor, his cock still firmly imbedded in her pulsing channel. He reached down and untied the top of her dress with a quick jerk and greedily sucked one tight, puckered nipple as it spilled into his waiting mouth. Her moans of pleasure spurred him on, and he began thrusting again as he continued to suckle at the plump mound. He heard her low moans and keening cries as he pounded into her, and he moved to the other breast to take the nipple between his teeth and worry the soft flesh. She clutched at him, holding him tighter and tighter.

“You like that, love? Don’t you? Tell me.” He gasped out. “Tell me you like it when I suck your tits. When I bite your nipples. Tell me, babe.”

“Yes.” Felicia gasped out. “Yes, I like it. Suck them. Bite them. Oh, God.”

It was too much, hearing her say it aloud. He reached down to pull her leg up and hooked it over his arm. His thrusts plunged deeper and deeper. She cried out his name, and he lost it. He pounded her, pinning her down, slamming her into the floor in a frenzied rhythm until he came, too, with a loud shout. When he finished, his body slumped over her, and he knew he was too heavy for her to bear his weight. Barely able to summon the energy, he pulled out of her and fell to the side, his ragged breathing echoing loudly in the silent room.

What the hell was that? He had never felt that out of control with a woman. Fuck! He turned his head to look at her where she lay beside him. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell in deep gasping breaths, as ragged and harsh as his own. After waiting a few minutes to regain some of his strength, he pushed himself up. He picked her up and took her to the bed. He laid her down gently, and she blinked sleepily up at him. Smiling he dropped a kiss on her lips. He walked to the bathroom and took care of the condom before joining her on the bed. He pulled her tightly against him, and wrapped his arms around her. As he felt her warm and soft against him, he knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just one night.



"Spend the weekend with me, sweetheart?"

A long pause. She turned her head to look at him. "Oh, Nate, I don't know if that would be a good idea. You know…"

"Yeah, I know. I'm leaving Sunday afternoon. I'm not asking for a commitment or anything. But can't we just have some fun together? We'll hit the beaches and the tourist traps. Keep things casual."

He saw the indecision in her eyes as they studied his. But finally, she smiled. "Okay. I'd like that."

With a murmur of satisfaction, he brushed a soft kiss against her neck, before closing his eyes and falling asleep.



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