Painted Faces (35 page)

“
Okay,” I say finally, holding the hand towel firmly to my chest and turning around so that my back is facing him. Nicholas picks up a jug and fills it with water, before raising it and pouring it over my hair. The water trickles from my head all the way down my back, like a waterfall.

He grabs the tiny bottle of hotel shampoo, squeezes some out onto his hand and begins massaging it into my scalp. I focus on the pressure of his fingers as they move against me. It's a soothing sort of pressure and I relax, leaning back against the rim of the tub. I hear Nicholas suck in a breath. He makes a lather with the shampoo and then rinses out all the suds.

“
There,” he whispers. “All finished.”

“
Thanks,” I manage to croak out. He doesn't move from his position next to the tub as I lift my leg and take a soapy wash cloth to run over it. Before I know it, Nicholas is pressing his lips to the hollow of my neck and purring, “Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?”

I exhale and mumble, “Shut up.”

“
No,” he says, as he reaches around me and yanks the hand towel that had been covering my chest right off me. He grabs one of my breasts and moulds it with his hand, then pinches the nipple. I moan and when I turn to look at him he's standing up and pulling his t-shirt off over his head. He's just about to pounce on me again when there's a knock on the door of the suite.

Nicholas groans and runs a hand through his hair. “Fucking room service would have to arrive at the worst possible moment.”

“
Go answer it,” I say to him, trying to pull myself together after that very brief moment of bliss.

“
Fine,” he grumbles, and leaves the bathroom.

I quickly get out of the tub and dry myself off, before wrapping up in a bath robe. When I come out there's a tray with two covered plates and a bottle of wine on the table by the window. The member of staff who delivered the food is gone. Nicholas' gaze burns me. He's standing by the couch, devouring me with a single look.

I make a move to go to the table where the food is waiting, but he cuts me off and drags me into the bedroom, throwing me down onto the bed. He hasn't put his t-shirt back on yet. He pulls my legs around his hips so that I'm straddling him and gently tugs at the tie around the waist of my robe.

Before I know it the whole thing is open and I'm bared to him. He takes his time perusing my body and then begins planting little kisses over my breasts, murmuring words I can't decipher. I'm too lost in the sensation of his tongue as it snakes out around my nipple.

Slowly, he kisses his way down my stomach and when he reaches my mound my breathing stutters. He looks up at me and grins. I strain beneath his hold, as he places his hands flat on top of my thighs. He looks back down, at the most intimate part of my body.

“
Prettier than I even imagined,” he whispers, just as he pushes my legs wider and touches his tongue to my clit, feather light.

I let out a loud gasp that fills the room. A hundred tiny explosions go off inside my body. He begins licking me harder. I tangle my fingers in his hair and grip tightly. He pulls his head up to look me in the eyes again, and the expression on his face is evil.

“
That's it honey, hold onto me. You feel amazing against my tongue,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.

“
Fuck,” I bite out.

“
All in good time, Freda,” he promises, and then returns to licking. Jesus Christ. I've never had a guy do this so well before. There's no teeth or stubble with Nicholas, just soft lips and tongue. I close my eyes and push my head into the pillow as I feel an orgasm start to build deep inside of me. All I can see behind my closed lids are fireworks and shooting stars.

He brings his thumb up to circle my clit as he kisses and licks. I'm just about to explode with the pleasure, but not quite, not yet. Soon.

He reaches up then with both of his hands and massages my breasts. I look down at his head between my legs, his tongue going at me, his hands on my breasts and his eyes locked with mine. In that exact moment I fall part. I cry out his name, coming hard against his mouth. Several waves pass through my body.

“
That's it, so sweet Freda, so fucking sweet,” he says, watching me come.

My body goes limp, and I smile to myself as I turn my head into the softness of the pillow, high off the chemicals of my own orgasm.

“
I'm going to feed you now,” he says, and leaves the room swiftly. What the hell? I hear him go inside the bathroom and turn on the tap. There's running water for a minute or two.

Then the bedroom door opens and Nicholas carries in the tray with our dinners on it. Oh right. He's going to feed me. Makes sense. I pull on the robe to cover myself, and my face feels like an inferno is blazing just beneath my skin. Did that really just happen?

Nicholas lifts the silver covers off the plates to reveal fillet steaks on a bed of sautéed mushrooms with a tiny dollop of mash potato on the side and some B
é
arnaise sauce.

He slices off a piece of the steak, dips it in the sauce and raises it to my mouth. Okay, did he somehow figure out my ultimate sexual fantasy to be gone down on and then fed a five star quality meal? Perhaps it was just instinct. Or a lucky guess.

I take the steak into my mouth and Nicholas smiles approvingly. He then slices a piece off from his own plate and does the same.

“
So, this must have been a special circumstance,” I say casually, referring to our conversation a few weeks ago about lady gardens when Dorotea had been leaving his apartment.

He grins. “Your vagina is a very special circumstance.”

I laugh loudly. “That's what I'm going to call it from now on, “my circumstance”. It has a nice ring to it.”

“
You come really beautifully too,” he goes on, his expression intense, as I'm taking my plate and placing it on my lap. “All little sighs and tremors.”

I don't say anything, but I do breathe heavily as a deep red colours my cheeks.

He puts his hand to my reddened face. “What's this for? Are you embarrassed? It might be wrong, but I find that to be a fucking huge turn on.”

“
It's very wrong,” I mumble, stuffing a forkful of mushrooms into my mouth.

He laughs. “Eat up Freda, you're going to need your energy because I'm dying to fuck you.”

I cough on the mushrooms and he pats my back so that I don't choke. He pours me a glass of wine and I gulp it back.

“
I don't think we have time for that,” I reply finally. “You've got to be at the venue for seven and your show starts at eight.”

“
It's only four, we've got plenty of time.”

“
You're going to make me die of mortification, Nicholas. Can we slow this down?”

He eats a slice of steak and frowns at me. “If that's what you want.”

I put down my plate and crawl over to him, taking his mouth in a soft, barely there kiss. I pull back and look at him. “It is. Thank you,” I whisper.

He smiles warmly. “How about we snuggle up in bed and watch a pay per view movie?”

“
Sounds like a plan,” I answer in relief.

I think it's the anticipation of sex that makes me nervous. If he had of said nothing and just sprung it on me then I would have gotten caught up in the moment. The fact that he's giving me some warning makes me try to wriggle my way out of it.

After we've finished eating we do indeed snuggle up on the bed. Nicholas picks out a movie for us to watch. It's some American comedy, but I can't find the will power to concentrate on it. I'm too aware of his body behind mine. He's sitting up with his back leaning against the head board and I'm sitting between his legs, my head resting just below his pecs.

I turn my head to the side and plant a little kiss to his bicep, where it's all inked up with the tattoo of his mother. I shift my entire body to the side so that I can study it up close. I run my fingers over it.

From all of the conversations we've had over the past few weeks, I get the impression that Nicholas idolizes his mother in some strange way. He mentioned something about her being the inspiration for him to sing and perform, since she was a performer herself. He also keeps a few of her dresses in his wardrobe, all tucked away and preserved like relics.

I think the fact that I'm touching him is turning him on, because I can feel him slowly get hard behind me. It presses up against my back. With a surge of bravery, I turn around to face him before trailing my fingers over the bulge in his pants.

“
Fred,” he breathes, looking at me with fire in his eyes.

“
Don't talk,” I say quietly, as I zip down his fly and pull him out of his boxers. This is the first time I've seen his manhood in all its glory. I'm both impressed and daunted. I whisper my lips over the head before giving it a little lick. Nicholas exhales.

“
What are you doing?” he asks, his voice strained.

“
Returning the favour, I guess.”

“
You don't have to. Fuck,” he swears, and I take him fully into my mouth. I keep my eyes open and watch him as he shifts his body and clutches onto the bedsheets.

I move my mouth up and down the length of him, before swirling my tongue around the head, which seems to make him go crazy. Who is this brazen woman? I wonder to myself. Usually I'm all talk when it comes to sex, but here I am giving head to my boss/friend in a fancy hotel suite. Nicholas brings something out of me, something I never knew I had.

I stop sucking him for a minute to run my tongue up and down his length. I keep my eyes locked on his as I do it, just liked he'd done when he'd been going down on me.

Then I take him back into my mouth and he grabs a hold of my hair, wrapping it around his wrist firmly.

“
You're really fucking good at this Fred,” he groans.

“
I must be a natural,” I try to say with him still in my mouth.

“
Oh God, keeping doing that. Talk while you're sucking me, the vibration feels good.”

I stop and glance up at him. “Why Mr Turner, are you asking me for a hummer?”

He pulls on my hair, and it's just on the cusp of being painful, which feels really, really good.