Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel (13 page)

"All right, well I have to go. Glad we could--Oh god." The sound of something solid crashed onto the floor. I looked up, still mid orgasm and saw the giant "O" formed by Mindy's mouth.
Looks like I finally found a way to shut her up.
I was still doing the stanky leg, my body wasn't ready to stop even though my mind wanted to. Heath popped his head out of my nether-regions. "Oh," was all I heard him say.

She quietly knelt, feeling the floor for her phone, stood up, made a robotic 180 degree turn and walked back out. "I'm gonna give you two a moment..." she barely uttered as the door closed behind her.

"Shitshitshit." I said pulling my bottom back up. Heath, was of course, laughing.

I fumbled around for a bit, looking for I don't know what.

"It's just Minds."

"No. Just shut up," I said putting my hand up. "No one was supposed to know and this isn't even a thing," I said wagging my finger between him and me. "I am going to talk to her, let her know that was a one time deal and that there's nothing going on here."

"Yup."

"Because you are my client and this is unacceptable."

"Uh huh."

My legs were still iffy from the encounter, so I walked towards the entrance like a newborn deer. I found Mindy sitting on the veranda, the bottle of tequila open in her hands.

"Was it that traumatic?" I asked.

"I thought I'd kill the next few minutes while you two finished up." I sat next to her and she handed me the bottle with out even looking over. I took it.

"For the record, that was a one-time thing. Never happening again."

She slowly rolled her neck to face me with an expression that read:
you are so full of shit.

"What I just saw looked like two people who have been secretly fucking, trying to sneak in a quickie. I highly doubt you chose my impromptu store run to give it your first go."

"I meant in the general sense it was a one time thing, the tryst. It's over now."

"Okay," she said nodding, clearly not believing a word I said. "Looked like it was good," she said, snatching the tequila back.

"It was okay."

She laughed hard, swigging back a shot. "Holy shit, he fucked your brains out, didn't he?" I scrunched my lips. "Sadie, he's gorgeous, he's fun, he's a playboy. I bet he's a great lay. This is exactly the guy who you want to fuck around with for the summer. Not everything has to be so clearly defined."

That's not how my brain worked. I needed clear guidelines around my relationships. And I knew that's all it would be to Heath: I would be the girl to hold him over until he was literally back on his two feet, then it would be back to model threesomes. I don't know how I could handle that, being another checkmark on his list of conquests.

"You don't like him, do you? I know you have a penchant for the emotionally unavailable, but he is like an alien as far as human relationship emotions go."

"No! He's fucking annoying and a jackass. I think it's the proximity. It's just the two of us. And yes, he's undeniably gorgeous, but I really didn't want to go down this path. I thought I could teach him a lesson."

"Oh fuck a lesson! Life's too short. Have you thought about the fact that maybe he's teaching you a lesson in having fun?"

"Bwahaha!" The laugh shot sharply out of my gut. "I am surrounded by enablers," I muttered.

"If you are looking to me for moral guidance, you have certainly come to the wrong place." She gave me the bottle. "All I can say is keep it straight fucking, don't fall in love. And you'll be golden, pony boy."

"Not a problem in the least bit."

"Alright, time to pull off the bandaid and go back inside," she declared.

As soon as I stood up, Mindy let out a wail of laughter.

"What?"

"There's a bite mark on your ass!"

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Heath was by the pool again, I should have known not to expect an awkward reaction from him. That would require some sort of shame.

"Have you recovered?" he asked Mindy, with a smart-ass smirk on that son-of-a-bitch face of his.

"Just finished scheduling an appointment with my therapist," she said, dipping her feet in the pool. "Well I'm glad someone got some today, it doesn't seem like any gorgeous, enigmatic billionaires are dropping by any time soon."

"Don't look at me, your arrival left me with the most painful case of blue balls known to man."

"How appropriate," I quipped.

"Well, good," Mandy interjected. "You'll have to suffer along with me for as long as I am here. Misery loves company."

“Although I will admit, I think what you’re lacking, Minds, are these sweet wheels,” Heath gestured to his wheelchair, which glimmered in the afternoon sun. “Sadie can’t get enough of me on this thing.” I visualized pushing him into the pool.
Bet it would be tough to hold that content, shit-eating grin while screaming like a little girl, wouldn’t it?
His blunt remark left me speechless for a moment because it was sort of true, but so damned cocky at the same time and warranted some sort of comeback. However, my mind drew a blank. Before I could set him straight, Mindy spoke.

“What’s that saying? The squeaky wheel gets the taco?”

“Oh dear god,” I huffed reflexively, under my breath, but loud enough for them to hear.

“No I think it’s the squeaky wheel gets the lube, isn’t it?” Heath added. “No…no wait…it’s the squeaky wheel gets to put his face in Sadie’s ass.” Mindy’s eyes almost popped out of her skull as they erupted into laughter.

“You are both terrible, vile people,” I said in feigned disgust, crossing my arms and turning away to walk into the house.

Both Mindy and Heath continued laughing themselves to tears, humored by my mortification.

“You have to appreciate the food metaphor!” Mindy called out to me.

“Mind…stop…don’t laugh,” I heard Heath say in between his chuckles.
Could he be trying to be a gentleman?
“Seriously, Sadie makes the best tacos and I’m afraid she won’t look at them the same again.” Their laughter resumed.

“The both of you are cut from the same asshole cloth,” I said with my back facing to them as I continued on my path, my lips curved into a tight grin.

“You love us!” Mindy called out as I sought some refuge in the kitchen to finish making snacks, but now the kitchen was tainted with our sex, and my one sanctuary now had his name written all over it.

***

Mindy decided to stay for the entire weekend, which was great news. I pretty much stalked her, knowing that her presence would keep me abstinent, not that I had any intention of sleeping with Heath again.

Then Monday rolled around and I took him to have his casts removed. Heath was overjoyed, but he wasn't over the hump yet. He had to wear moonboots (so I called them) and use crutches. He would be going to physical therapy every day to speed up his recovery. The one thing that struck me now that he was back on his feet was his height. I googled his stats (don't make that face): he was 6'3," just as he had claimed, which apparently was on the upper end of male model heights. Mindy was right, he had lost some weight, he would be the only person in the Milky Way to sit on his ass for six weeks and not get fat. Instead, his muscles had lost some of their bulk, but he was still very much a specimen of physical perfection. He just leaned towards "I was born this hot" rather than "I go to the gym every day to look this hot."

The first thing he said on our drive home: "I desperately want a shower. A long, hot, steamy shower." He stretched out those last words seductively as he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You sure that's safe? You're supposed to take it easy."

"I'll sit, I don't give a damn. I just need that. You have no idea."

Mindy being around helped kill some of the momentum and allowed me to recalibrate a bit. But now that she was gone, and he mentioned being in a steamy shower, my lady parts started to betray me again with a tingle. Our last encounter felt so incomplete. I was left wanting to feel his dick inside of me, to ride him again, but then Mindy popped in and it all ended before any of that could happen.

That's what do-overs are for? Right?
I cursed under my breath at the thought.

"What was that?" Heath asked.

"Nothing."

I waited for him to make a lewd comment, to tease me, to generally try to make me miserable and hate myself, but he didn't and it made me more frustrated by his constant redirection.

"I'm going to get back to my old self fast, they say four weeks, I give it two."

"Of course, superman."

When we got back to the house, Heath, just as he promised, headed straight for the stairs in the direction of his shower.

"Let's get you on the lift."

"No."

"You just got your casts taken off, you're supposed to take it easy between therapy sessions."

"I am not getting on that stupid geriatric lift again. Ever."

"But it's
so
fast," I said sarcastically. He sneered at me. "If you fall, you'll kill us both."

"Well I guess we'll have to make sure I don't fall then."

"Stubborn jackass," I muttered under my breath. He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes and repressed a satisfied smile.

We labored up the staircase. With each step I grew progressively angrier at him, he was just so eager to get back to his old ways that he had me doing this shit.

"This is so stupid," I said, about halfway up.

"Do you have to fight me on everything?"

"Only because everything you do is stupid."

"Wow, you're moody today."

"I wonder why. It wouldn't have anything to do with this giant man putting all his weight on me."

"You could use the workout."
Yes, he went there.

"It's funny you mention that, chicken legs."

"At least I have an excuse."

"I am so done with you today once I get you up the stairs. In fact, I plan to throw you back down. And my husky build will give me the perfect leverage to do so."

He let out a quick burst of laughter from his gut, betraying his asshole act.

Eventually, we made it to his bedroom and he plopped his ass on the bed, ripping at the velcro on this moonboots and kicking them off.

"You know I was just kidding, right? Your body is perfect. I needed to get you angry so your superhuman man-strength would come through. You almost turn green whenever I piss you off. Been exposed to any gamma rays recently?"

"No it's okay, I'm not 5'11, 110 pounds like your usual pick of the litter," I said, picking up clothes he had left strewn on the floor.
Slob.

"Oh cut it out, that's what I'm mostly around, but that's not my preference. Besides you are grossly exaggerating, most girls with those stats are like 16 years old, and I know you think very lowly of me, but I don't mess with that."

"So what is your ideal?" I asked nonchalantly. I knew I shouldn't follow him down this path, but he sparked my curiosity.

"My type?" He leaned back against his palms, and thought for a second. "Slender but curvy. I love shapely legs and a tight ass. Perky, round tits. Natural ones." I looked over from the corner of my eye and he was eyeing me. I wasn't sure if he was just describing me to make me uncomfortable, or that I genuinely happened to be his type. "Brunette, height doesn't matter as long as it's not freakish in either direction. I like exotic types. Almond shaped eyes." His voice slowed with each criterion, as if his mind was drifting into a daydream or all his blood was transferring from his brain to his penis (the latter was more likely). Then he went silent. That's when I realized he had stealthily stood up and walked the three or four paces to stand behind me while I was bent over picking up a t-shirt from the floor.

"You aren't supposed to be on your feet without the crutches!" I scolded, as if that was the only thing wrong with this situation.

"Come shower with me." He ran his hand under my mini floral sundress. I shuddered as I stood up and felt his hardened cock on my back. He slid his hand over to my hip crease and then his other hand did the same on the other side, pressing me against him.
Oh god, he has two hands now. Someone save me.
"Come shower with me," he begged in my ear as he grazed it with his teeth. His voice changed, and something about the way he could do that, could go from silly and juvenile to throaty and sexy, lit me ablaze.

"No," I said, pushing my ass further towards his groin. He lost his balance for a second since his legs were weak, but he pushed back into me. One of his hands slid up from under my dress, flipping up the small ruffles at the hem, and slid up to my breast. Right then, I convinced myself I needed a do-over, I needed to know what it would feel like to have him eye-to-eye, both hands on me.

He removed the hand from my thigh and brushed my hair away from my neck, teasing, kissing, biting softly. "I can feel how wet you are. Why do you feel the need to fight me?"

"You know why," I said, giving him my neck. "Because you're a cock."

"I'll give you my cock."

"Case in point," I said as he ran his lips down my neck. I could hear him inhaling deeply, taking in my scent. "I know who you are. I had you pegged from the second we met. I am not one of your little whores."

He slipped a finger inside of me. "You're not?"

"Fuck you."

"Absolutely."

"You're such an asshole."

"I know and that's why you want me to fuck you."

I spun around. "You're just a pretty face Heath. It would serve you to shut the fuck up."

He sneered and shoved his face into mine, our lips never lost contact as he plopped back onto the bed. I clawed at his shirt whipping it off over his head as he pulled down the top of my dress.

"Keep it on," he said. I realized we weren't going to make it to the shower. He grabbed my ass and hoisted me on top of him, grunting like an animal as I rubbed myself on his cock. We were kissing hard, like we wanted to injure each other. He squeezed my ass painfully, but all it did was make me press against his body harder. It's like I wanted to get back at him for something by fucking him, although that made no logical sense. I wrapped my legs around his waist and in one explosive move I was under him. I was surprised at how agile he was considering he was not even close to his old self.

"I'm going to fuck the smartass out of you." He looked genuinely frustrated as his brow formed a glisten of sweat. He nearly tore his belt buckle open, and ferociously unbuttoned his jeans .

"Good luck," I said as he pulled my thong so hard to the side, I heard a tear.

"You know what to do."

"Whuh?"

"Tell me you want it. I'm not going to give it to you otherwise." He had his thick, long dick in his hands, and he was sliding the smooth tip along my wet lips.

"No, you arrogant prick."

"He pushed it in a little past the lips, right the to point of entry. I was so ready, I thought he might accidentally slip in. The thought crossed my mind again to be try and be responsible, but at this point that ship had sailed. I wanted to feel
him
inside of me again, no barriers.

I grabbed his ass, tried to push him in but he resisted. "You're not going to walk away from this like and pretend it's all my fault. Tell me you want it."

"Yes! Yes, just fuck me for god's sake!"

And he plunged in deep, hard, I cried out, digging my nails into shoulders.

"Fucking son of a bitch," he called out when he sunk into me.

He bit my bottom lip and tugged on it. Again, we were all hands and hair, groans and curses, pain and pleasure. He bit the pale flesh of my breasts, filled his hands with one, sucked and tugged on the nipple with his teeth using the perfect amount of pressure. "Your pussy is so wet," he groaned in my ear. "God, your pussy feels so good," he said burying his face in my neck in defeat.

"Fuck me," I demanded. I wanted him hard, I wanted him so hard that he might hurt me. That way, I wouldn't want to do this again. "Your dick, it..."

"Tell me."

"It feels so good in my pussy. Harder."

The thrusting was violent, I thought I might see bruises tomorrow, but it was what I needed. I needed him hard and fast so that I would forget I was sleeping with someone I promised myself I wouldn't.

Then he pulled some acrobatic shit.

He wrapped his arm around my torso, the other supported my thigh, as my legs were already wrapped around his waist, and lifted up onto his knees. I was completely suspended, he was the only thing or person I was touching. My weight on him only plunged him deeper inside of me.

"God!" I called out.

"He can't save you now," he said, squeezing my thigh so hard I grunted from the thrill.

"Oh fuck Heath...oh god," I called out as I grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled his face out of my neck, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me ferociously, while nodding, as if telling me it was okay to let go. His hips thrust back and forth bouncing me up and down, I could hear our flesh flapping and the sounds of moisture whenever our skin met. His grunts got deeper, throatier. His cock swelled inside of me.

"I'm gonna come Sadie..."

"Come, come inside of me," I called out just before the waves of heat and tension rolled away from the epicenter of my pussy.
Who is this person?
It's like I was possessed by his demon cock.
I buried my head into his neck, and his delicious scent filled the air around me.

He let out a loud groan as he held me close, my soft breasts pressing against his slick, firm chest. He collapsed on top of me, panting, sweating. It felt nice, laying there with him so close, but I knew I couldn't lay there for much longer. That would make it a thing, which we were not. We could talk and be friends, or we could fuck, but we couldn't do both at the same time because that would make what we were doing a thing. And we were not a thing.