Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel (16 page)

Sadie:

The white party?

Mark:

Yeah. You there?

Sadie:

Yup.

Mark:

I'm already on my way, see you in 5.

I saw Mark coming through the entrance just minutes later. He wore a white button down with his chest peeking through, and linen pants, looking straight out of Martha's Vineyard with his dark perfectly coifed hair.

"Sadie!" He gestured with his hand, calling out my name. I stood up to meet him. He went in for a half-mouth kiss.
Yes, I hadn't even kissed him yet.
He really was proving to be the perfect gentleman by not pushing the issue. He invited me to the bar with him to refresh my cocktail, and I felt Heath's glare in my periphery. It fueled me with a surge of power.
How dare he?
How dare he think that he could bring me out here for the purpose of rubbing in just how little he gave a shit?

Mark leaned against the bar, and as we chatted, I made sure my body language would rile Heath up, grabbing Mark's arm, cocking my head back in laughter, licking my lips. I couldn't see Heath, but I felt him. The simmer was reaching an all-out violent boil. His heat singed my back from across the club.

"Excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute, Sadie?"

Wow, that worked fast.
Mark perked up, he knew about Heath (I kind of bitched about him and how intolerable he was), but they hadn't met.

"Heath! This is Mark. Mark, this is my boss, Heath. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you in private. It's a work matter."

I looked over to Mark who gave me a subtle cock of the eyebrow. I assumed he thought Heath had some stupid work-related demand. "Take all the time you need," Mark said.

"Thanks," Heath said with just the right amount of sarcasm to leave Mark uncertain as to whether or not he was being sarcastic, then he lead me to a hallway towards the restrooms.

"What's up?" I asked perkily as if I hadn't a clue.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Excuse me?"

"You brought Mark here to fuck with my head."

"Excuse me? You have some absolute fucking nerve you know that? You dragged me here just so you could rub these skanks in my face and you are upset that I have a friend here?"

"I think a better description is I invited you to a nice party after you've been such a frigid bitch to me."

"I've been a frigid bitch? You've barely even talked to me these past couple of weeks."

"I thought that's what you wanted! You want to fuck me, but you can't stand me right? I was doing you a favor."

"Oh please. You're just a regular martyr, aren't you?"

"Enough of this dammit. Why do you have to be so difficult? I brought you over here because...because I don't want you to be with anyone else."

"You have got to be kidding me. What, do I look like some sort of possession? Where you get to claim me while you do whatever the fuck you want?
Sadie the hotel was extra amazing, I was so worn out,"
I said in a faux-Heath voice while gesturing an air blow-job, using my tongue to appear as though a dick were poking through my cheek. "You just had some random chick necking you not ten minutes ago! Do you think I'm blind or stupid, or both?"

"Wait a second. She came after me and I pushed her away."

"Okay, well then you're one for what, twenty now? I'm sure you have been having tons of fun since you got your footing back, literally and figuratively! You are exactly who I thought you were! You needed me when you had no one, and now that everyone is up your ass again because you aren't a burden any longer, you are back to being a fucking manslut and scene-hopper!"

"What are you talking about? I haven't been with anyone."

"Bullshit! Do you take me for some sort of fool?"

"No, no I don't! And I am not who you make me out to be! Do you know how frustrating it is to meet someone who thinks you are the scum of the earth? Who finds you repulsive as a human being?" Those words jolted me. "Not that it's any of your business, but I haven't been with anyone else since the accident. I fucking swear it."

"Why should I believe you? You have made it a point to rub everything in these past couple of weeks. I would be an idiot to believe you."

Heath had steadily moved in closer and closer as we argued. The music of the club drowned out a good part of our shouting, but people were starting to look.

"I know the way I act might not make sense, but it's because you...I don't know how to...you confuse the shit out of me. I don't want you to be with anyone else. I think about you all the time. Seriously." The pitch of his voice dropped. He leaned in close to me, resting his hand on the wall above my head. His eyes turned down at the sides, begging for my understanding, for me to believe how serious he really was.

"Well, then, show me, but I don't think you will ever be able to prove yourself." Yes, Heath sort of opened up his heart to me, and I pulled out the bitch card, but I just wasn't quite sold yet. Kenneth said all those things to me and more and look where that got me. That was when it boiled over. He jumped onto me, smashing his lips onto mine. My heart jumped up to my throat. According to my maths, at that moment, I gave approximately negative-two fucks about the fact that anyone was around. Heath poured himself over me with his tall build, sliding his hand from the back of my thigh up to my ass, pushing up my dress so that half of my left cheek popped out. He pulled me towards him without breaking our locked lips as he felt for the wall behind him; it seemed he was familiar with this place. I paid no attention to where he was leading me, stumbling in my skyscraper stilettos. I only cared about his taste, and the feeling of his silky locks, the long and thick girth pressing against my abdomen, and his smell...
his smell
.

It was the broomstick crashing onto the floor that led me to conclude we were in the janitor's closet. Heath reached behind me and locked the door without skipping a beat. This was not the location of most sexual fantasies, but neither one of us gave a single shit. It was just him and me and weeks of simmering frustration and tension.

"I am going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk back to that son of a bitch," he growled, making me wetter than I thought possible.

"I'd like to see you try."

My dress fabric was stubborn, and he pulled it so hard I felt the threads rip. I'd have to deal with that later. He fumbled with my micro thong angrily for about half a second before ripping it off of me, there was no time for this, we had already waited too long. He drove me into the door like a linebacker and it shook under the force of our impact. A gust of air burst from my chest, a couple of cleaning supplies spilled off of a shelf, and mops and brooms wobbled from the sexual energy reverberating from our combined force. Together we wrestled his shirt off; I wanted to admire the ridges of of abdomen and feel his warm chest against me as he fucked me. For two weeks I had watched him walk around the house without a shirt on, or come back from a dip in the pool dripping wet, the water trickling down his insanely perfect body. It angered me, because I couldn't help but think lustful thoughts whenever I saw him, and I knew he was teasing me. He had been trying to break me too.

"I want your pussy so fucking bad." He was shaking with pent-up desire, gripping my ass like he wanted to tear me to shreds. He bit at my neck, sucked on it until it was painful. It was perfect.

"I want your cock. Give me your cock you fucking bastard." He had been such an insufferable dick these past couple of weeks and it pissed me off how badly I wanted him.

It was so hard, and thick, and engorged. "I'm going to tear your pussy up. You fucking drive me crazy. You make me feel like I am losing my mind." He stopped and gripped my hair. “Suck it first." He pushed my head down and I dropped to my knees. It was so thick with weeks of sexual frustration, I was sure it would hurt my jaw to take him in my mouth. But I gobbled that shit up. I wrapped my lips around it, gripping his taut ass as he fucked my face, charcoal-colored tears stained my cheeks as he choked me with his dick.

"Oh god Sadie, oh fuck!" He slammed his hand against the door. "...fucking bitch." I cupped his balls, ignoring the ache in my jaw just so I could enjoy the sight of him tilting his chin up to the ceiling with his eyes closed as I made him my
bitch.

"Get the fuck up," he said, lifting me up so forcefully my feet left the ground for a second.

"Now you," I said, pushing his head down. He smirked devilishly as he dropped to his knees and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. Oh my sweetness, he ate me like he literally wanted to consume me, sucking on my clit, then tongue fucking me as he rubbed it with the pad of his thumb. He knew exactly when to stop before I got too carried away.

Heath rose, and again, he pushed me into the door, and gripped underneath my knee, hoisting up my leg.

He grabbed his cock, I loved when he did that, and rubbed the smooth head along the juicy entrance of my pussy. I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Oh god. Oh god," he said in breathy anticipation.

"Just fuck me already. Don't make me wait." I was already so close, he had the power to take me there without even entering me.

"I don't...I don't want it to stop," he said. I wasn't sure if he meant the feeling of this moment or the non-thing we had going on.

"Please," I begged into the safe crook of his neck, biting and gripping him as close to me as my physical strength would allow. "Fuck me. Hard."

He slid into me and we both let out a groan from deep inside. It carried up through our stomachs, chests and escaped out of our bodies at the same moment. I felt the vibration as it roared through us.

"Ah!Ah!Ah!" As I cried out with each thrust that slammed me back into the door, he buried his forehead into my neck.

"Sadie...Sadie," Heath begged, he sounded intoxicated by our sex.

"Heath!"
I can't get enough
. "Harder. Fuck me harder! Deeper!"

He grunted, sweat dripping down his temple, his teeth exposed like an angry wolf. He stayed inside of me, never fully pulling out, each thrust attempting to get that much deeper. The constant friction of his dick was so filling, and rich, and brutal. It was everything.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

He drove so hard into me, the force of his hips lifted me off the ground. One shoe dangled off of my toe and the heel of the other had broken off, resting sideways on the foot that was still planted on the ground.

One of my hands reached for something, anything to grip. I tried to palm the door behind me scratching at it, thinking in my Heath-induced hysteria that I could grab the smooth, flat surface. I howled. I howled like a wounded animal. Whenever he fucked me hard and dirty, I felt like a sex-beast, filled with so much primal energy that I wanted to crawl out of my skin.

Heath gripped me so tight, I could barely get in a breath as he released into me, his pumps slowing with each thrust, his warm groans echoed from my neck, spreading throughout my body. Heath kept his face buried in my neck, and then he slid down to his knees, gripping my waist. He rested his forehead at the lowest part of my tummy.

"Sadie..."

I ran my fingers though his hair tenderly and then it hit me.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" I snapped us into the reality of the present. Mark was out there waiting for me and I looked like I had just completed a triathlon while being shot at with rubber bullets. "Oh no..." I said, in a daze, picking up my devastated thong from the floor and dangling it in front of me. "Oh no!" I said picking up the shoe that had its heel hanging on by a small sliver of glue. "I need to get back out there." I straightened my hair, pulled my dress down, feeling the silver-dollar sized hole in the seam on my right hip. "
Oh no...
" I said in mourning. I really liked these items he just destroyed.

It was then I noticed Heath watching me with an amused look on his face as he zipped and buttoned up his pants.

"This isn't funny!" I shouted at him as I waved my broken shoe in his face, but it was. It was hilarious.

"Here, give me that," he said taking the now useless panties from my grip. "We'll leave something for the janitor to talk about tomorrow," and he tossed it atop one of the standing mops.

I was still out of breath and began taking measured ones to slow my heart rate. "Okay, I think I'm ready," I said. Heath looked right at me and laughed.

"No you're not." He walked up to me slowly and I grew stiff, I could never trust what this clown was up to. "Here," he said, reaching for the utility sink and dabbing a bit of water on a paper towel. He gently wiped my cheeks as my eyes wandered down to his tanned and ripped torso. "Your makeup is all over the place."

"How bad is it?"

"Oh...it's not so bad..." he said almost drunkenly. The sex had taken his edge off, thank god. I knew from the way his lips curved at one end he was lying.

"It's bad."

"Well, your red lipstick is all over the lower third of your face and your mascara...it looks like you were just at a funeral."

"Shit."

"Don't worry.
I've got you.
" Deep in my stomach, I ached, remembering the last time he said those words to me. He gently wiped my face, as I made puppy eyes and pouted my lips, feeling like something awesomely terrible had just happened. The face made him laugh, and then I laughed, and he pressed his forehead against mine as we smiled wistfully.

But there was no time to talk or figure things out, I had to get back out there.

I did a quick feminine clean up at the sink, shook my head to get my game-face on and then headed for the door.

"You might want to wipe your pretty face too. It looks like you've been sucking face with a rouge-wearing hussy."

Just as he smirked that fucking smirk, my panties fell off of the mop.
That smirk can make my panties drop from anything.
"You go out first, I'll give you a couple of minutes while I freshen up in here. I don't know about you, but I am over this party. Want to head back home soon?"