Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Rosie

Julian was an artist with cream.My tits were streaming with thick white rivers. He trailed splashes down my stomach. And lower…

I gasped as he covered my pussy in long dribbles, squirming and grinning as he made his way right back up again. Slowly. I knew what he was going to do as he held the pot of cream up over my face. I offered him my tongue, and he treated my mouth like a slut needing cum – tipping the pot from way up high. My glasses got splattered, and my freshly washed hair was a mess, but I didn’t care. My lips were dribbling, and my tongue was drenched, gooey, and it was perfect. Cold and sweet.

I didn’t swallow any of the cream until he kissed me. His tongue lapped around my lips, smearing more, and then it was wet, thick, creamy kisses as I moaned along with him. He had me. I was crazy for him. Absolutely, full-on crazy for him.

I was a sloppy mess when he took hold of my face and broke the kiss. His lips were as smeared as mine, glistening, and I wanted more. Always, always more.

I pulled him back for another kiss, my creamy fingers in his hair. I held him close, caking his bare chest in white as I wrapped my legs up around him. Blood, cream, mess… I didn’t care, and neither did he. I wanted the cream on his skin, though. I wanted him to be as slippery and as messy as me.

Luckily, the pot on the table was a big one. I wanted to be a kinky little bitch and picked up the pot from the table. I trailed fresh cream down myself, playing with the streams as I did it, smearing my tits and my pussy.

Julian watched like I was a performer, totally absorbed as I writhed and rubbed. And then he responded, lowering his head to my tits, mouth open wide. His tongue was bliss. He worked paths slowly around my skin, lapping like a dream, down and down and down. I didn’t even want to picture what a mess my pussy must be, or what it would taste like, but he didn’t hold back. He drove me wild, splaying and sucking, teasing me until I was moaning, but I wanted to feel his cock in me. I needed his cock.

I felt like such a needy whore as I begged him to fuck me. Please. Please. Please, Julian. Please!

He smirked at first as he shook his head to deny me, kissing more messy cream down my thigh and nibbling and biting my love bite bruises.

Please! I begged again, and my heart leapt as he got to his feet, but no. It was his turn to be coated with the cream next. His dick was raging hard as he poured the last of the cream all over him, from his stomach, down over the length of his cock to his balls. His cock looked like a sweet, dirty, wet lollipop and I was hungry for it. He presented himself to my mouth and I did my best to lick up every single bit, not wanting to waste a drop. My best wasn’t quite good enough, though. Cream dribbled down my chin, making me giggle as I smiled up at him through my cream smeared glasses. My giggle only spurred him on. He took hold of my splatted hair and worked his cock to the back of my throat, fucking my face with that dirty lolly like he wanted to choke me on it. I gagged and I spluttered and cream went everywhere but I loved every single second of it, moaning like a bitch in heat.

I groaned in protest as he pulled himself free.

“Shh,” he said, and I did as I was told. “Time to take it.”

With that, he rolled me over onto my front and positioned himself behind me. He was still slick with cream as he pinned me down, his chest to my back as he kicked my ankles wide.

He didn’t give me any warning. No warmup required.

We moaned in sync as he pushed his cock all the way inside my messy pussy. He took my hair in his fist and lapped at my ear, breathing hard.

“You like thick, white cream in your cunt, don’t you?” he whispered, and I nodded, my scalp tight as he kept my hair fisted.

“I love your thick, white cream in my cunt.”

My reply spurred him on. His thrusts were fierce and strong, balls slapping cream as he fucked me. I took it all. He turned my face to the side and I kissed him as he pounded. I didn’t give a shit about how filthy his mouth was, or how he tasted, or the squelchy sounds my pussy was making as he fucked me. I didn’t give a shit about anything but him. The world was just us. Us and dirty, thick cream…

Julian knew how to play me. He tilted himself to put pressure on the spot inside that always drove me mad. I hadn’t even known that spot existed until he’d shown it to me, but now I was obsessed. He circled as he slammed and I felt the pleasure build. I was gasping against his mouth, sliding against the tabletop back and forth until the pressure became too much, and I started to buck back at him.

I was feral. A dirty bitch who was nothing like the girl who’d gently played with her clit in the dark through her teens. Julian had converted me to his ways, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do now. Nothing I wouldn’t show him. His wish was my command.

He fucked me until I was done and at my peak, crying out and bucking. He worked me until I was a panting wreck in the aftermath, and then it was his turn…

He rubbed his wet dick against my asshole before I was ready for it, but I didn’t give a fuck, I urged him on. I must have looked like pure filth as he stood tall and spread my ass cheeks wide for a better view. I made sure I moved against him in just the way he liked it, propping myself on my elbows and staring back at him like he was a god.

I felt like a demonic little angel, spurred on by his kinks.

He pushed his creamy thumb into my ass and I moaned for him, a slutty moan that came from somewhere deep and I loved it.

“Good girl,” he said, then scooped up cream with his fingers, making sure he showed me – three fingers thick with cream.

Our gazes locked and the pleasure on his face as he pushed those fingers into my ass had me moaning again.

“You like that, princess?”

I did. But I knew what he really wanted.

I looked at him through my cream splattered glasses. “I love it,” I said, “but I’d love your creamy cock more.”

His grin said it all. I dipped my head and gritted my teeth as he pulled his fingers free and positioned himself.

Turns out thick cream makes for good lube. He was so slick, his cock stretched me and he went all the way deep in one long thrust.

“Fuck,” he said.

“Fuck me,” I replied without thinking.

“My pleasure,” he said and used my ass like a savage until he gave me cream of his own. He tipped his head back, and gritted his teeth, grunting over and over in the way I loved. I was grinning wide as I watched him, clenching my ass as tight as I could, not wanting to miss a single drop.

He collapsed when he’d finished, his weight heavy on me, and luckily the table stayed steady. I laughed in the aftermath, high on sensations, and he laughed along with me.

“That was incredible,” he said, and I nodded to agree with him.

He kissed my cheek before he moved, still laughing as he got back to his feet again.

I rolled over to face him, and he showed me the empty cream pot.

“I guess it’ll be cake without cream tonight,” he said, and I held out my hands so he could pull me up.

“I’ll survive.”

We were hot and slimy as we drank the rest of the champagne together, passing the bottle back and forth. I didn’t bother wiping my glasses clean, or trying to mop up the mess from me, just looked at Julian in bliss as we munched on cake together. I wished I could stay here for all time, immune to the outside world.

“Shower time,” he said finally. I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped into his arms, and he carried me to the bathroom. I was still in his arms as he pulled the shower curtain back and turned on the cascade. I had to toss my smeared glasses onto the cabinet as he stepped in.

I knew he wasn’t anywhere near done yet when his cock stood proud as soon as we were under the flow. The water stole away the mess until we were pure skin again, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to be dirty, dirty, dirty. I told him so.

“Steady on,” he said. “I’ll get you plenty dirty, don’t worry about that. We’ve got a long, long road ahead.”

I prayed so. Even the idea of being without him would tear me to pieces.

We fucked again with me pinned against the tiles. He slapped my ass for being such a naughty girl, and I whimpered for more under the steam. There was nothing, NOTHING, I didn’t want from him. Nothing that would ever turn me off. Nothing I wouldn’t take if it was offered – it was all down to him.

My filthy saviour.

My kinky addict.

My hero.

“Oh shit, I just remembered something,” he said. “Stay right there.”

He dashed out of the shower and returned a minute later.

“Got you this,” he said and handed me a bottle with a grin on his face.

Bubble gum scented body wash, with a unicorn on the front.

I couldn’t help laughing.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said and washed my hair for the second time that day, and my glasses were scrubbed clean by body wash, along with the rest of me. We were both wrapped in nothing but token towels when we finished up in the bathroom, still laughing together as we cleaned up the carnage at the dining table. I even loved the domesticities with Julian in this place. In some ways they were the nicest moments of all.

Home.

Julian was my home now.

I wiped up as he washed the dishes, enjoying the ease of his company as he talked me through the intricacies of beef wellington, and the beauties of creamy sex.

“I’m so spoiled,” I told him. “Roses, champagne, top-class cheffing… bubble gum, unicorns, and your cock in my ass.”

“You deserve it.” He grinned. “Especially my cock in your ass. You’re the most amazing, dirty princess there could be.”

He was the amazing one. I just wanted to live up to his wants. His needs. I only wished people would be able to see how well he treated me. How valued I felt every time I looked in his eyes. People wouldn’t care about that, though. All they would see was a huge age gap and a seedy old man preying on a naive little idiot.

The thoughts were already creeping in under my smiles as reality kicked in. I knew our quiet bliss was running out. Every second was one less before the chaos hit us.

Julian got himself a beer and made me a summer fruit gin and tonic. We were still in towels as he lit up one of his cigarettes at the window. The way he blew smoke out always kept me transfixed.

The night was still pretty young, all considered, but I didn’t want to go to bed yet. It felt like that really would be the end of the hidden bliss. We’d close our eyes for sleep, wake up, then find it was time to face the music. Trisha would have been snooping around Dine’s Green pretty hardcore by now to back up her case before she spread it around the estate like it was the God’s honest truth.

I voiced some thoughts out loud.

“Mum gets back early in the morning from her night shift,” I said. “Maybe I should be there when she gets back? I don’t want her to find out rumours from Trisha, because she will. Trisha will have been digging for ammunition all day. She’ll use whatever she can get as soon as she can get it.”

Julian started, upright.

“Shit, Rosie, I need to talk to you about that.”

He looked horrified, like he was about to reveal a huge crime.

“What?” I asked. “What do you need to talk to me about?”

He stubbed his cigarette out and joined me on the sofa, his towel still around his waist.

“I should have told you much sooner, I’m sorry,” he said. “I had an, um… encounter today, at the supermarket checkout.”

“An encounter?”

“With Trisha.”

Oh fuck. My stomach dropped.

“Ok, sure, right,” I blustered. “Did she say anything? Did she do anything? I know she can be an asshole.”

My brain was whirring, trying to work through a zillion different spectacles as he took a breath.

“She wasn’t an asshole. Rude and over familiar, yes, but not an asshole. She did however see that I was purchasing some unusual supplies for a man living on his own. She passed some comments.”

“What supplies?”

“Things I was buying for you. Toiletries, mainly. She was clearly suspicious, and those suspicions were clearly pointed.” He sighed. “I’m truly sorry. I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I didn’t want to shatter the quiet time. I thought it might wait until morning.”

But it wouldn’t wait until morning. It never would if it was Trisha.

“I’d better check my phone,” I told him, and got to my feet, scouting out the room for it. Coffee table, no. Side of the sofa, no.

“My apologies again,” Julian said. “Rosie, sit down. I’m sure we’ll have a window, no? I just wanted to make you prepared for her.”

I was still looking for my phone. Windowsill, no… Ah, there it was, on the cabinet by the TV, and it was flashing. I had a message waiting for me.

Damn it. It wasn’t one message, it was five. All from Mum.

Julian must have seen my face drop. He shifted in his seat.

“Are you ok, sweetheart? What is it?”

I sat back down and handed him my phone, messages on screen.

“Trisha never holds back,” I said. “Even the slightest whiff of suspicion and she’d have been all over it like a rash. Sanitary towels and my hand on a banister rail may as well equal criminal evidence for her. Certainly worth gossip.

Poor Julian had underestimated Trisha’s small-mindedness. He was horrified. He looked from my face to the phone screen and back again.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry,” he said again, and I felt shit for him. He would have had no idea how just a few short hours would lead to half of the estate speculating, not least my mum.

It seemed Trisha had done a good job with it. Mum’s messages were frantic.

Trisha saw you heading upstairs earlier, was that to Bertie? She saw Julian in the store and he was getting sanitary towels, and I know it’s your time of the month, Rosie. Be honest, are you up there? Are you fucking Julian?

Her last one said it all.

You are, aren’t you? So, are you coming down here or am I coming up there? Your choice, but you’d better make it soon. I just called in sick to work.

She’d sent it just twenty minutes ago, and she was still online. The tick came up next to her message as read, so this was it, she knew I’d seen it. Showdown time. Either in our apartment, or up here in Julian’s hallway. Which was it to be?

I looked at my hero, and he was so concerned for me that it made my heart sing, even in the looming chaos.

“Do you want me to be there with you?” he asked, but I shook my head and got to my feet.

“I can handle this. But it might be a long conversation, so don’t wait up for me. Get some sleep, because I likely won’t get any.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, smiling as though I was speaking the ridiculous for even suggesting it.

“Fat chance of that, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be waiting up for you all night.”