The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(28)

Ryan took a deep breath. “Fuck that was hot, Sarina.”

“Mmmm,” I said, waking up a little.

“I think I need to go to the bathroom to clean up a little.”

“Yeah, I think I do too,” I said.

“OK, follow me.”

He grabbed my hand and we fumbled our way to the corner of the room Andy had indicated and found the door. Once through the light trap we were confronted by a short hallway with one door on each side bearing the words “Ladies” and “Gents.”

Ryan turned to look at me, and as I squinted up at him in the light I burst out laughing. He had a smear of honey mustard sauce from his eye to his ear, and the opposite cheek was covered in a mixture of cream and chocolate, as were his lips.

Of course, I wasn’t laughing alone, because he did the exact same when he caught a glimpse of me. I paused for a split second, suddenly feeling a flash of self-consciousness that had been unable to find me in the dark room, but couldn’t stop myself from cracking up again. I must have been quite the sight.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at, sunshine, but-”

“You’ll see,” I said.

“Glass houses. Stones. Meet you out here again in couple of hours once you’ve cleaned up.”

“Oh boy. OK.”

Ryan went through the Gents door and a few seconds later I heard him chuckling again. I did the same on the ladies’ side and approached the mirror tentatively.

As soon as I came into view inside the frame of the mirror, I almost doubled over with laughter. I looked like I’d been to the world’s worst face-painter, who had done the best he could with limited skills and resources.

Chocolate and cream covered the vast majority of my face, all the way to my hairline and beyond, with brushstrokes that had been applied with a tongue. Tear-streaks had cut their way through the food-coverage, and the area from my lips to my chin was also clear. Cream, chocolate and cum spattered my breasts and dress as if I’d been standing next to a food-fetish porn scene that had exploded.

I grasped the edge of the sink and bent over as I tried to get myself under control again. Every time I almost managed it, I’d peek into the mirror and I was lost again.

I’d thought I was so sexy in there, but I looked like a clown… and that was OK. It had been so good to let go. Hell, it didn’t matter what I looked like, it was sexy.

And it was fun too. I never had this much fun in my “real” life. I’d never looked worse and yet been so adored in all my twenty-five years. It was a seductive feeling.

Carefully avoiding eye-contact with my ridiculous doppelganger in the mirror, I scrubbed my face, and removed as much evidence as I could from my chest and dress, giggling like an idiot the whole time. Then I thought about the honey mustard war paint and lost it again.

Why did it feel like Sarina Bell had already lived more in a week than Sarina Beckett had in a quarter of a century?





Ryan





Seeing Sarina come out of that light trap, covered in food and cum, was simultaneously one of the funniest and sexiest things I’d ever seen in my life. The way she squinted in the glare, the way her face lit up when she looked at me and laughed, was almost magic.

We looked like a couple of fucking idiots, but it was our own special moment to be lost in. To my surprise, I enjoyed laughing with her even more than I enjoyed cumming in and on her, and that was saying something.

The extra money I’d paid to have them remove the infrared cameras with which they normally monitored their guests had been well worth it. Sarina had taken a huge load, and worshipped my cock with her tongue afterwards until I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

I was drained, literally and figuratively. So much so that I didn’t even mind when Sarina and I parted ways at the main entrance to Cumberland, with nothing more than a kiss and a lingering clasp of our hands, then slowly walking in different directions.

For the next few weeks, every time we were together, I felt this… excitement that I hadn’t felt since high school, discovering girls for the first time, when every kiss and touch was monumental. Even when we were simply spooning on the couch watching a movie, and she squirmed to get more comfortable, I had to close my eyes and savor the feeling.

When I went down on her, or she went down on me, those eyes of hers were hypnotic. So intense, I thought bright blue lasers might shoot out of them at any moment and I had no plans to get out of the way.

She swallowed my cum, she stroked my cock until I shot jet after jet of creamy semen all over her body, she held me close afterwards and tasted herself on my fingers, but she never let me go all the way again. In that respect, it was like a high school relationship before your first time too, except I’d never been so completely satisfied with so little sex before.