Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel (20 page)

"What a beautiful couple," the kind lady said after the first picture. "You would make beautiful children."
Awkward.

"I think so too," Heath said, as usual, unfazed by any situation that most might find socially awkward. While my mind was still spinning about how to navigate the woman's comment, I felt my body swoop away from the ground. As I called out some random noise, I found myself in Heath's arms as the lady snapped away.

"Smile!" he said.

Onlookers watched and smiled and some other strangers began to snap pictures on their own cameras. "I'm going to kill you," I whispered in his ear.

"Looking forward to it."

CHAPTER THIRTY

Honestly, I don't think I could have planned a better day out in Paris with Heath than the one we had. Maybe this
could
work. Maybe I only made things worse by expecting the worst from Heath. And I know that a vacation is not a good time to decide on a relationship. Much like our time cooped up in his house, it was an artificial environment, but I couldn't help feeling that glimmer of hope. Heath was so much more complex than I had given him credit for. He wasn't just some crass, thoughtless jerk. He could be kind, and caring, and tender. And maybe just how he had brought out the most man-hating, conflicted version of myself I could muster when we first met, I might have caused him to be the most horn-doggy, douchebaggy version of himself.

Maybe the frog could become the prince! But in this case, instead of kissing it, you had to sit on its face. And we all know I’ve fulfilled that requirement multiple times over.

But now that we were relaxed, and we both could just admit that there was something between us, everything smoothed out, everything felt right. I had no idea my perfect day would get even
perfect-er
(deal with it grammar hawks!)

We entered the lobby to the hotel all smiles. We had decided to skip dinner out, having had such a large lunch, and Heath said he had dessert for us back in the room, but he wouldn't give me any more details.

When we got into the elevator, Heath grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him.
Can I just interject here and tell you how much I loved having a fully-functional Heath?
He raked his fingers through my hair and clenched it at the roots, passionately kissing me as I leaned against him, his hardness already pressing against my belly.

"Mmmm," I said, rubbing my hand over his pants.

"You smell so good."

"That's the perfume you got me. I thought you'd like it."

"I've been thinking about fucking you all day," he said as the elevator bell rang. I quickly spun around, but he kept me pressed against him to hide his raging hard-on. We both nodded at another couple as they entered the elevator and we side-shimmied out in unison.

"Come here, woman!" Heath said, throwing me over his shoulder as soon as the elevator closed behind us.

"You are such an animal," I said as he fumbled with the keycard. "I bet you're regretting this decision to throw me over your shoulder after all the food I ate today. I think I gained fifteen pounds."

"You need to promise me something."

"Oh lord. Why does that statement terrify me?"

"Promise."

"Okay."

"Cover your eyes and don't open them until I say so."

"Surprises make me nervous."

"They should when they're coming from me. Now cover your eyes."

I did, and and then felt the cadence of his steps underneath me as he walked into the suite, then he slid me over his front; from the firmness of the tiles at my feet, I knew we were in the bathroom. "Keep your eyes covered."

"Okay dammit!"

The sound of his footsteps vanished into another room and was followed the sounds of him fumbling around. "Ahhhh," I tensely called out, doing a pee-pee dance in my spot, unable to do anything else with the nervous energy.

Finally, he said: "Open your eyes."

There he was, standing in all of his butt-naked, Adonis-like glory, holding what looked like a medium-sized jar of gold paint.

"Wha-?" I instantly recalled our conversation that morning.
He doesn't waste any time.
"Is that body paint?"

"One better; edible paint. They use it on cakes and such. Now get naked."

I buried my face in my hands and laughed to myself in disbelief. "You are something else."

"I know I am," he smirked. "I pay attention to everything, so you need to watch what you say around me. Now, move it along."

"Okay," I said as I exhaled. "Could you unzip me?"

"Of course," he said, pursing his lips like he was eying a scrumptious meal. He put down the jar and helped me out of my clothes so that I was now completely naked.

"Since I am so experienced with body paint, I think I'll go first."

"I'm all yours," I said, raising my hands up.

He licked his lips and he examined my body, biting his sexy-ass bottom lip as he decided his first move. This must have been what he was talking about to the concierge. I thought he was flirting when really, he was asking her to find and deliver edible body paint to our room.
That devil.

He took a few steps towards me, "I think you know where I'll go first." He took the brush out, and wiped it against the rim of the jar. Then he took the tip of the brush and softly painted my nipple. "Your breasts are my favorite things in the world. I just wanted to let you know that. If we were in a plane about to go down, I would say goodbye to them first."

I laughed in feigned disgust as I playfully shoved him away. As he did the same to the other nipple, his face was flush with arousal, his dick was again rigid and at attention. I wanted to jump him so badly, but watching him admire me was such a turn on too. He dropped down to one knee and made a sweeping curve across my hips. I looked up at the mirror and saw it made a huge smiley face.

"How sexy," I teased. He licked and gently bit the edge of the smile on my stomach, I instinctively grabbed at his hair, took a deep breath and stopped myself from going any further. "Where's my paint?" I asked.

"Right there," he pointed to a silver jar at the rim of the bathtub. "Thought I'd change up the color for you."

"You'd look good in any color," I scowled. I grabbed the jar, dipped my finger, and pursed my lips around the paint. "So sweet," I said seating myself on the edge of the tub. Heath was still kneeling in front of me, and now that we were eye to eye, he kissed one of my breasts and licked the tip of my nipple.

"It is."

The feeling of his lips on my breast made me squirm in my seat.
Good-god that felt amazing
. I took my brush and painted his lips and immediately kissed him. The sweet taste of the paint, mixed with the delicious taste of his kiss, made my heart speed up and my stomach swirl with arousal. I pulled away trying to figure out what to do next and felt so in tune with him, like this bathroom was our own little cocoon, and I didn't need to be so guarded. I felt safe here, and it filled me with a playful joy I hadn't felt in as long as I could remember.

I took a glob of silver paint with my fingers and slid it through his hair, laughing mischievously.

"Oh, you bitch!" he said playfully, reaching for a glob of his gold paint and smearing it on my face.

I laughed, licking the syrupy flavor from my lips, wiping my face (which only added some silver to the mix) and then wiped what I collected all over his chest. Heath's bright smile gleamed against his silver hair. He reached to grab his entire jar, and instantly I knew war had been declared. I raced for mine as quickly as I could, and then we were a mess of gold, silver, and laughter. We had both emptied our jars on each other and rubbed as much as we could on the other. He wrapped his arms around my slick body and slipped back onto the bathroom floor still holding onto me so that I landed on top of him. I laughed so hard, I couldn't even make a sound or ask him if he was okay. But he was smiling too, so I knew he was fine. He rolled over in a flash, the shock of the cold tile against my back made me finally howl aloud. I opened my eyes to see his exquisite face, his blues shone out like two beacons in a silvery moonlit ocean.

"I love to watch you laugh. I love it even more when I'm the one who makes you laugh. God, you're beautiful."

Suddenly, I felt very heavy. It was something in the way he said that, the way he looked at me. I knew he was being playful, but it was as deep and as true a thing as I had ever heard him say. My laughter faded to a wistful smile, because I knew that I was falling harder than I had ever fallen before and it was the most thrilling and frightening experience of my life.

He lowered his face down to my belly button, and using the tip of his tongue, he slowly glided up my stomach, over the crest of my breast, past my collarbone and up to my earlobe, gently biting and sucking on it. "You're the sexiest piece of cake I have ever had," he whispered into my ear. "I just want to eat you up. I want you all to myself."

"Shut up and eat then."

He cocked his eyebrow and bit his lip again and it really made me feel like a confectionary in front of a fat kid, a little scared he would literally consume me.

Again he lowered himself, sliding down my slick golden torso, this time stopping between my thighs, and he licked the inside of my upper thigh. I looked down at his glimmering silver shoulders, striped with streaks of gold, like some sort of drag-queen's vision of a sexy man-tiger, and it was surreal.
I am in Paris, on the floor of the penthouse suite at The Four Seasons, covered in silver and gold edible paint with the most popular Calvin Klein model in the world between my legs, threatening to eat me like a piece of chocolate cake. This is so fucking awesome!

Heath delivered on his promise to eat me as he worked his way inwards, gliding his tongue over my golden labia, making me wriggle with excitement. I wrapped my shiny legs around his neck as he penetrated me with his tongue. I moaned, writhing along the cold tiles, my nipples hardening from the various sensations of touch and taste that enveloped me.

"Fuck, Heath..." I moaned under my breath. He pressed my hips closer to his face like he couldn't get enough of my taste. He only stopped to look up with that panty-terminating smirk to say "candy covered cherry,
yum
."

"Shut up!" I said, pushing his face back down, "and let them eat cake!"

His laughter muffled into my "cake" and then he artfully sucked on my clit, to which of course, my natural response was to hump his face. Just as I was about to come, he stopped and leaned over me again so we were face to face.

"I want you feel you come around me."

"I think I could arrange that, but if you tease me like that again, I'll make you pay." His thick, warm penis rested on my stomach, such a contrast to the cold floor beneath me.

"I want to see that ass of yours," he said, reaching under and grabbing a handful. "I want you from every fucking angle."

"Well then fuck me from behind with that big cock of yours." He did something to me when we were together. He was right about why I was scared to open up to him, because when I was around him I became reckless and dirty.

Without hesitation he turned me onto my stomach and again I gasped, as the cold floor hardened my nipples and awakened the entire frontside of my body. He rubbed my ass with his hands, sliding along the body paint, which was still wet, and then squeezed it firmly. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure. He kissed and nipped my cheeks what felt like twenty times, and it tickled so much that I giggled like a sixth grader. His hot body laid on top of mine, and it was so warm and close, his firm muscled physique engulfed me with his energy. Heath brushed my tiger-like hair (black with golden streaks) away from my ear and whispered in my ear "I have been thinking about sticking my cock inside that warm, tight pussy of yours all day. In the restaurant, on the fucking stairs of the Eiffel tower..." He rubbed himself just outside of my entry, but he was being a tease. He wanted to make beg him, he wanted to hear me tell him I wanted him.

"You're such a tease," I said propping my ass up.

"I just love to hear your voice when you're ready. It's smokey and sexy."

"Is it?"

"Oh yes, just then, your voice," he said, gyrating his hips against me.

"I'll say whatever you want Heath, just please put your dick inside of me and fuck me senseless."

The warmth of his breath formed a gentle breeze on my ear and he slid inside of me. I dug my forehead against the cool floor, feeling so overwhelmed by the long thickness inside of me. From that angle he was so deep, my thoughts were only of him rubbing inside of me, and that sensation might be the closest thing to heaven on earth I had ever experienced. This time he was slow and rhythmic, he wanted to savor my cake. Each time he plunged into me felt like the first time. He suckled on my neck, "you taste so sweet, Sadie. You're so wet and tight, oh god," he whispered seductively into my ear.

My moans rose with each entry, as I came closer and closer to climax. His body slid against mine like we were two well-oiled pistons, except we were lubricated with metallic food paint not WD-40, which tasted far better, (not that I've ever tasted lubricating oil, just an educated guess). I tried to stop myself from coming by clenching up and holding my breath. I didn't want this to end, but my body was betraying me. Being as in tune as we were, and every nerve ending on the muscled curves of Heath's chest and abs being in direct contact with my back, he could tell. He could feel the softness of my body harden with tension, he could feel my smooth breaths halt to short bursts as I tried to hold them in, he could see my fingertips turn white as I pressed into the limestone floor. He responded by increasing his rhythm ever so slightly.

"You didn't want me to tease you, I'm not teasing you now. I'm giving you all of me, just let go baby. I want to feel you come around me, I want to hear your moans." His voice changed too when he was hot, it got deeper and breathier, the clean scent of his breath was like a perfume for my arousal. "You feel so good, I can't hold out much longer, come with me. Let go."

I couldn't resist the fullness inside of me, sparking sensation at every point of contact, the tenor of Heath's voice, the heat of his muscles massaging against my back, the cold floor stimulating my nipples, the sweet taste of the gold liquid on my lips. He was right, I needed to let go, this would not be the last time, this was just the beginning. And my rhythm returned, my breathing flowed, my moans returned to their previous pitch and I called out his name. "Heath, come with me. I want you to come inside of me as I come," it was barely a whisper. I wanted--needed--all of him. Every last drop.