Daydreamer

Lucy

So that’s how we ended up in Felix’s ridiculously large kitchen, scrambling eggs, me in just his shirt and him in just his jeans.

“Do you want me to make Mum’s eggs?” I asked.

“Fuck, yes,” Felix said. “I bloody love your Mum’s eggs.”

His contribution to the scrambling process was to stand behind me at the kitchen counter, caging me in with his arms either side of me, his heat at my back, alternating between stroking my hair back from my neck and kissing me below my ear. I dropped the spoon twice until I abandoned the eggs and started kissing him again. This led to him lifting me up on the counter next to said eggs, lying me back against the granite with the cold at my back contrasting with the immense heat from his skin at my front. Just like in the shower I was doubtful about the logistics, but when I voiced this to Felix, he made it clear that was not a concern.

“I’ll make it work, I swear,” he said against my mouth, then proceeded to kiss down my neck to my chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he went, then further to my breasts, down my stomach. I gasped when he dispatched my knickers in one fluid motion, and then his mouth was right there. So yes, he was right, the counter was indeed the perfect height. In fact, this should probably be our routine at breakfast from now on I decided as I came so hard I would have fallen off the granite without Felix holding me up.

“Wow,” I gasped as he moved up over me, his body covering mine again, and his arms came up to lift me off the counter against him. He smiled and then groaned as he slid deep. Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen as he effortlessly held me up away from the hard countertop. I’d have been content to just hold on for the ride and watch Felix lose control, but he wasn’t having any of that. As his thrusts became deeper and more out of control, he slid his hand around between us, his thumb pressing just where I needed it, and we fell over the edge together.

When I recovered enough to speak and he’d settled me back down on my feet, I quickly pulled the shirt sides together and started buttoning the front. Felix had said I was beautiful but there was no point giving him full frontal views in the unforgiving morning light of the kitchen for longer than I had to. I didn’t want to push my luck. I could feel my face heat as I pulled on my knickers, realising that I’d left his socks on throughout all of that. I was beginning to get that insecure feeling again in the pit of my stomach. Would Felix ask me to leave after breakfast? When I straightened, he seemed to read my mind again and reached for both my hands, tugging me forward and dipping down to kiss me again.

“Okay?” he said softly, dropping one of my hands so that one of his could come up to tuck my hair that had fallen in front of my eye behind my ear. “Was that too much? I was a bit rough and⁠—”

“No,” I cried, my eyes going wide. The last thing I needed was for Felix to think I was some delicate flower. What if the opportunity for dirty kitchen counter sex cropped up again, and he didn’t take it because he was afraid it would be too much? I wasn’t missing out on any of the kitchen counter sex, thank you very much!

“It’s just that’s the second time you’ve gone all skittish after, though, love,” Felix said gently. “I want you to tell me honestly if there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with. It’s really important.”

I felt my face heat as I looked to the side.

“Lucy,” Felix called, his hand sliding to my jaw to gently turn my head to look at him. “Baby, please. You can tell me.”

“Ugh,” I huffed out. “You’re getting the wrong end of the stick. I’m only uncomfortable after because… well, during stuff I’m in the moment so I forget to be embarrassed. But then afterwards, I kind of come back to myself and realise that…”

“Realise what?”

I sighed. “Firstly, I’ve hardly ever been naked in front of anyone before. I’m not sure I even took my top of with Davey.” Felix growled in warning at the mention of Davey’s name and I rolled my eyes. “Look, I’ve never even stepped inside a gym. I like my mum’s carrot cake. And I was voted pastiest villager at the church fete. I’m not overly keen for you to get an eyeful and be put off.”

“Lucy, look at me,” he commanded in his Boss Voice. I blinked up at him as I bit my lip. “I am completely obsessed with your body exactly the way it is. There will be no gyms in your future – clearly, you need any excess energy to keep yourself warm. But you really have to tell me if anything we did was⁠—”

“No, no!” I repeated. “That was amazing. I’ve never done any of that stuff before, but trust me, I’m on board. I want to officially declare my full enjoyment and formally request further kitchen exploits.” Felix’s shoulders started shaking.

“Formally request?” he said through a laugh. “Do you want to submit it in writing?”

I felt myself blush again and bit my lip. Maybe I’d revealed a bit too much.

“I–er, well, that’s if there are further opportunities. I–er, don’t want to presume that you want to…” I trailed off and closed my eyes in frustration. Why was it that my words could flow so effortlessly when I was writing, but I became a tongue-tied imbecile so often in real life, especially around Felix? He gathered me close and kissed my lips again, this time soft and unbearably sweet.

“You better believe that there’ll be ‘further kitchen exploits’, gorgeous,” he said against my mouth. “Formal request or no.” I relaxed into him, feeling some of my nervous energy drain away. At least it seemed that Felix wasn’t thinking that this was just a one-off.

“Now,” he said in a playful tone. “Make me my eggs, woman.” He pushed me towards the Aga and lightly smacked my bottom as I went. Even that small action made me want to turn around and rip his jeans off again. I was turning into a full sex maniac!

We ate the eggs at his kitchen island. Felix ate his with one hand, the other resting on my thigh under his shirt. He closed his eyes with the first bite and hummed his approval, an action that also turned me on an unreasonable amount. “Oh my God. This is just like Hetty’s. I haven’t had eggs this good in over a decade.”

“Mum’s good at eggs.”

“Your mum’s the best at most things,” Felix muttered, turning back to his eggs with a pensive expression, his hand now moving to rub the back of his neck, leaving my thigh cold in its absence. “I owe your mum a lot, Luce.”

“I know you love Mum, Felix,” I said softly. He was frowning now and had stopped eating altogether. “Listen, I’m not going to go all bunny-boiler on you if you want to er… well, when you don’t want to carry on…” I was stumped. What did I say? Carry on shagging like rabbits? It wasn’t like we were dating. We hadn’t even gone on a single date. The party at Felix’s house didn’t count – there were hundreds of people there, and I only saw him briefly before he left me to my own devices to embarrass myself and then hide. “Er… carry on sleeping together? Being fuck buddies?”

“Lucy,” Felix snapped, putting his fork down to glare at me. “We are not fuck buddies!”

“Okay, chill,” I tried to reassure him. “I mean, I’m not that up on the terminology. But we’re not exactly dating, more… doing the horizontal stuff. Oh well, actually, some of it wasn’t altogether horizontal, was it? Impressive, by the way – demonstrated lots of upper body strength.”

Felix groaned and buried his face in his hands with his elbows on the granite in front of him. “Your mother is going to kill me.”

“Look, don’t get so stressed out. Let’s go back to before the eggs. Back when you were shagging me on the kitchen counter and smacking my arse.”

“No,” Felix said with determination. “We’re not doing any more of that.” My heart sank, and I tried to swallow down my disappointment along with the eggs that were now sticking in my throat. “Not until I take you out on a proper date. We’ve done this all the wrong way around. Christ, your brother! Mike’s going to have my guts for garters.”

“A date?” I spun on my stool to look at Felix. My eyebrows went up in surprise. “We’re going to go on a proper date? Like we’re dating?” I tried, I really did, but I did not think I was successful in keeping the excitement out of my voice. The whole bouncing on my chair may rather have given me away as well.

Felix turned his frowning face to my excited one. “Lucy, of course we’ll date. Did you think we’d just be fuck buddies as you put it? What the hell?”

I slid off my stool and walked into the space between Felix’s legs. He immediately enclosed his warm arms around me as I pressed my hands against his chest and looked up at his handsome face.

“I’m just happy to be with you,” I said softly through a smile. “I don’t care how it’s labelled. Every hour with you is more than I could have ever hoped for.”

“Oh God, Lucy,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.” He leaned down and kissed me softly first, then, as seemed to be the way with us, the kiss went deeper, his hands smoothed up the back of his shirt, warm on my skin. My hands went up to the back of his neck and into his hair. A small moan escaped the back of my throat before he wrenched away. “Bloody hell,” he breathed into my hair at the top of my head as he pulled me into his chest. “Right, no more fuck buddy stuff until we have a proper date.”

“For the record. I think that’s a stupid rule.” My voice was muffled by his chest, but I knew that he heard me because he started laughing softly.

“Finish your eggs,” he said, setting me away from him and lifting me back onto my own stool, turning it firmly towards the plate and away from him.

“We better be going on a date in the next hour,” I said in a grumpy voice at my eggs. As much as I wanted to go out with Felix, I wasn’t that keen to wait for more fuck buddy stuff. That seemed grossly unfair just because he was worried about my mum and brother.

“I’ll take you out tonight,” he said. “How’s that, FB?”

I rolled my eyes. “Only if you’ll promise to put out.”

He laughed again and kissed the side of my head. But then his phone buzzed, and he picked it up with a frown.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I forgot, I’m meeting Ollie and Vicky tonight. Trying to smooth everything over after that shitshow of a meeting with York.”

“Oh.”

“Come with us. We can eat before, then we’ll meet them.”

I bit my lip. “Nowhere fancy is it? I’m not so comfortable in those places. Takes bloody ages to get served and they don’t have any proper cider.”

“I’m meeting them in a pub in Soho. Don’t worry, you’ll get your cider.” He was still smiling. “You can even wear your Uggs.”

I squinted at him. “This counts as an official date, right? You’re not going to be withholding any more sex?”

He rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell, I’ve created a monster.”