Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel (12 page)

"Goddam, Sadie. Everything about you, your taste, your smell...the feel of your wet pussy..." I think I cried out his name with some other nonsense. The thought crossed my mind the neighbors might think Heath was killing me. "I can't...I'm about to..." I knew he was trying to warn me, but knowing that I was so desirable to him that Mr. Sex couldn't keep his dick from exploding inside of me set me off. We didn't--
couldn't
--stop this time and even pretend to be responsible adults.

Then I exploded, tensing, clenching, grabbing at him frantically, his cast, his hands, as if the feeling was so good I needed to escape my own body, but had no where to go. He kept his hands on my mouth and fought me, pressing me against him, and I felt his tenseness disappear as he released a guttural groan into my neck.

Seriously, I was frightened. I didn't know what just happened, I had never been fucked like that. It was almost violent and it jarred something in me. All I wanted to do was stay guarded since I met him, but this was a total unraveling, I came undone on his lap and lost complete control.

CHAPTER TWENTY

As seemed to be the frequent case during those days I was cooped up and isolated with Heath, I lost track of time. I glanced over at the digital clock in his room and saw the time: 10:35am.

"
Shitshitshit!
" I exclaimed, panicked, yet glad have an excuse to escape the dense air around me. I couldn't even look him in the eyes right now. I tried to dismount Heath, but I stumbled, not realizing how weak in the knees I still was.

"What is it?"

"Remember, your manager is coming over! And you know she's always on time. I have to shower. And you...shit!"

"Take a breath. I have an arm now, I can handle the whole waterless bath, not that I needed your help before. I cannot fucking wait to get these casts removed."

"Just a few days," I said, out of breath as I scrambled to put everything back on the tray. "Wait, what?"

"Huh?"

"What did you say about not needing my help?" I knocked over an empty glass.

"You can get it later," he said.

"Are you implying that whole thing was some sort of ploy?"

"Just trying to get you to not go all dark on me."

"You don't drop a nugget like that and then tell me to leave. I should stab you with this fork!" And shit for a moment I forgot about how I quivered around his cock and yelled out, how he bit into my neck, how he swelled inside of me as he came...and I looked him in the eyes. And just for a fragment of a second, there was a knowing look, that there would be a pre-balcony fuck Heath and Sadie, and a post-balcony fuck Heath and Sadie. Then everything went back to its normal pace. I didn't feel like I had to assure him that Mindy shouldn't know, I think he knew whatever was happening between us, we should keep between ourselves.

"I was just messing with you. I wanted to get you to talk. Now go!"

I ran into the shower, letting the hot water rain onto my body, and now under the calm of the soothing spray, I relived it all in my head. I watched the droplets roll over the spots where he touched me, where I swear I could still feel his squeezes and his bites on my skin. And I'll be damned if I wasn't getting horny all over again. I pressed a hand against the shower wall, ducked my head, and just rested there for a moment to collect my thoughts. I felt like I was losing it, like some stupid fucking juvenile who couldn't stop herself from obsessing over a crush. I couldn't make logical decisions around this man. He had me under some type of
dicknosis
. Over and over, I had to remind myself to breathe, because every time I thought of him, I would involuntarily stop. And mother of all things big and small, he was temporarily handicapped! I think I might actually drop dead if he fucked me while all of his limbs were in working order. That would be very soon. His fractures were healing nicely and the doctor said he would be out of the chair and on crutches by the end of the week. But there was no more time for ruminating because Mindy would be here any minute.

Luckily we planned on hanging out at the pool so I didn't have to think much about my wardrobe. I threw on a coverup and ran back into Heath's room to snatch something from his bikini drawer.

"Oh hey." He seemed pleasantly surprised to see me back so quickly.

"Just need to grab one of these if you don't mind."

"Not at all."

"Are you good?"

"All cleaned up, I might need some help getting on some trunks. These elephant legs make it impossible."

"Of course," I said, rummaging through the drawer trying to make odds and ends of the mess of bikinis. I silently attempted to calculate what the number of bikinis translated into as far as sexual partners.
Thank god he's responsible when it comes to wrapping up his johnson. I totally just lost my shit on that balcony.

"The green one," he said.

"The one I wore when I first got here?" I didn't expect such a conservative choice.

"No, it's in there. Emerald green. It would look nice on your olive skin." It sounded sweet, almost endearing, but when I pulled it out I understood the real reason. It was all strings and triangles, but dammit, the truth was I wanted him to see me prancing around the pool in this thing.

I hastily put it on in my room (even though he had seen me completely naked, I was no where near freely dressing around him) and I returned to Heath. He was waiting on his wheelchair with his shorts resting on his lap, a single rogue tendril resting on his forehead, like a kid waiting for his mom to dress him.
Fucking adora--STOP.

I was in such a rush that I forgot to throw on my cover up. I pulled off his boxers, pretending I wasn't just begging for him to stick that very dick inside of me twenty minutes ago. He had a semi again (I honestly had not yet seen his penis in a flaccid state around me), and then it grew steadily.

"Wow, you wear that bikini well."

"Thank you," I said as if he has just complimented my choice of mutual fund.

"I thought you weren't going to do this again."

"I'm not!" I said, wrangling the shorts over his casts. How was I supposed to act? Was there a textbook for how to act after your boss fucks you scared? When he makes you question your sense of ethics? When you live with him, bathe him, take him for walks...oh AND he's a fucking model? Because if there is, I'll one-click a bitch.

He's used to people being all googly eyed, all "call me whenever you want baby," but every time we did something, I convinced myself it would be the last time, including this last time.

The doorbell rang as if Mindy really possessed some sort of manager sixth sense that I had always suspected. She was really saving my ass today.

"I'll be back," I said, running down to greet her.

"Sadie!" She embraced me. Something about that hug made me feel like a fraud.

"Thank god you're here." She literally squeezed the words out of me. I quickly covered up. "I needed some estrogen in this house."

"Are you two wringing each others' necks?" I resisted to urge to burst into a combination of tears and hysterical laughter. "Where is that handsome fella?"

"He's upstairs. I gotta bring him down."

"Minds!" Heath said jovially as she walked in the room. How can he do that, just act all fucking normal, like his world didn't just implode and then explode like some sort of genital big bang?

"You look like you've lost some weight my sweets," she said placing her cheek to his and smooching. Sometimes I envied how she could be so openly affectionate, even though I usually saw it as over the top and garish when she was.

"Haven't been able to exercise, obviously."

"But you'll be out of the casts soon?"

"Very."

"Yay, I am so happy for you!"

Heath had a content look on his face, and then I remembered what he said to me, that day I first realized that underneath the piggish behavior, there might be a real person underneath: he didn't have anyone. Right now, Mindy and I were his people. He had all of his people in one room, and that realization kind of kicked me in the stomach.

"Let's go to the pool!" Mindy exclaimed. "God, work has been a fucking grizzly bear. I would like just one afternoon to soak in the sun and maybe get laid by a handsome, young, wealthy executive of some sort. Is that too much to ask?"

I quickly darted my eyes away.
Sex is no big deal to you, act casual, nothing to see here.
In an effort to divert my eyes from Mindy, they somehow landed on Heath's and he did that shy smirk thing he does occasionally and just like that, my green bikini bottoms were dampened.

It was another beautiful summer day. We listened to Mindy bitch about all of her goings-on at work as we sat by the pool. Heath was quieter than usual, and I couldn't tell if that was because Mindy exhausted him as much as she did me sometimes or if it was because he was thinking about the balcony. All I was sure of is I could not stop drifting away as mini flashbacks continually violated my thoughts.

"Isn't that so ridiculous?" Mindy asked. About what? I had no idea.

"Uh...yeah." I said, faintly laughing, hoping that what ever she was referring to had a modicum of humor to it. I vowed to continue listening to her speak this time and I didn't even realize that I had again drifted away until another voice interrupted.

"Why the stupid grin?" It was Heath, and my brain registered it about five seconds after he asked, so that when I finally slowly turned to acknowledge him both Mindy and Heath were intently staring at me, stifling their laughter.

"Someone's head is in the clouds!" Mindy said. "Did you meet someone out here?" She asked in a syrupy-sweet tone, batting her eyelashes. She clearly didn't believe her words because: 1) everyone thinks I am uptight man-hater and no fun 2) I would have told her by now 3) I am a serial monogamist and I rarely do "flings."

It was an ambush, and my eyes shot around a bit bewildered, as if I had woken up from one of those terrible mid-day naps where you're not sure if you've slept for one hour or one day. "Oh shut up!" I said defensively. "I don't even remember what I was thinking." I imagined re-fracturing Heath's leg with a swift kick. Then her stupid phone that she can never be without rang.

"Fuck me sideways," she said answering it. "Mindy Sloane...What? No!...Fuck that...Get him on the phone right now...I don't care where the fuck he is. I am poolside in the Hamptons and he doesn't seem to give a shit about that, does he?...Fine...Call me back ASAP." She shook her head in dismay. "Another fire I have to put out. Anyway, I was going to mention that you fuckers are almost out of tequila."
My bad.
"I wanted to make some margaritas, so I'll go grab it."

"I can go with."
Please dear god, don't leave me alone with Heath.

"Sweets, the call is confidential. So I need to be alone anyway." I had never heard her refer to anyone as
Sweets
until today, must have been some term she picked up from a client since I last saw her. I expected she would now overuse it until she tired of it in a month or so.

As she threw on her cover up and tote and headed for the house, I shot up. "Alright, well I'll put together some snacks while you're gone."

"Great, I'll need something to soak up the booze."

I followed her into the house like a puppy and my heart sank like a stone as she walked out the door. I was alone with a predator on the loose. I relished the solitude of the kitchen, as Heath never seem interested in the process, just the final product. As I bent over to pull out something from the crisper, I heard the ominous squeaking of his wheelchair.
I should have ripped his shoulder back out of its socket when I had the chance.
My heartbeat hitched for a beat and I continued in my quest of regressing to a fifth grader by pretending I didn't hear him behind me.

"Nice view," he said.

He had my number. He wasn't going to tip-toe around me like I had trained him to do, he knew now that he could be forward and there was a great likelihood that I might fuck him anyway. I had a sample, and I was hooked: Heath was my dick pusher.

I placed the veggies on the counter without saying a word. If I just ignored him, maybe he would disappear. Mindy's words echoed in my head:
As long as you stay in the friend-zone guys like that are really fun to be around. They're really only jerks to the women they feel they have power over.

Stupidstupidstupid.

"We don't have to talk," he said. I could feel him behind me and my whole body became rigid. I felt his lips on the small of my back.
Mmmmm.

"Mindy could be back any minute." I said flatly.

"She
does
speak," I could feel his smirk. I rolled my eyes, and I had a sense he could feel that too. "You know Minds, she'll be gone for a while."

"And what makes you think I want to do anything but prepare some snacks?"

"Because I saw your face at the pool and because you're quiet. You only talk to me when you think sex isn't in the cards for us. I guess you hate me that much, but I'm willing to be the fall guy here."

"How selfless."

"I'll admit, something about your self-loathing every time we fuck is kind of hot."

"The only guy in the world who's happy to admit when a woman hates herself for fucking him."

"Well, I know you hate it because you wanted it, because you liked it. I was there remember? I could hear you whimpering like a puppy. Or was it more howling like a banshee?"
Pig.
He slid his hand over the crotch of my swimsuit.
Busted.
"See? You're wet."

I wriggled my hips, but it seemed to only provide him with better friction as he cupped the space between my legs, providing enough pressure to make me super aroused without overstimulating. I released the knife I was holding as a possible option for dealing with Heath. He bit the meat where my back curves into my ass. "When I'm back on my feet again, you are going to have no idea what hit you."

"That won't happen. This will be the last time. I'm your best friend. Remember when you said that? Best friends don't do this."

"Debatable." He abruptly swatted my legs open, followed by the act of pulling the swimsuit down to my knees. "I know we've made a big deal about your tits, but your ass..." Then he bit one of the cheeks, hard, and I jumped.
This is so bad.
Then I felt the warmth of his mouth, his tongue slowly making its way into me. He was measured, there was no rush in his rhythm. I overhand gripped the edge of the countertop that dug into my waist. I needed to hold onto something, to transfer the force that was gripping me, but the hard, cold edges of the granite weren't good enough. I reached behind to grab a hold of him, then I turned, to see his messy hair appearing over the horizon of my backside. He was deep in, moaning, enjoying my taste. I grabbed his messy golden locks. He responded with longer, more passionate strokes of his tongue, only stopping to tell me how hard I made him.

He reached around my hips, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough of me, taste enough of me. And it was happening again, I was losing control, my hips rocking back into his face like I was fucking it doggy style. And my mouth opened, singing all kinds of involuntary sounds. A combination of curses, calls out to the lord, and wails, all capped off with a "you motherfucker," poured out of my mouth. I yanked his hair. And then there I was coming. Hard. Slapping down on the counter with one hand, and pulling Heath's face deeper into me by his hair roots with the other, all the while rocking my body back and forth into his face.