Ethan 5
I could hardly believe this over-the-top, happy woman was now spread out before me, waiting for me to paint her body.
What the fuck?
“How is this even possible?”
“Think of me as your festive holiday canvas,” she teased, looking so beautiful, she took my breath away.
My gaze washed over her, as I sat back waiting for inspiration, like I did every time I started a new work. Only instead of dredging up all the pain in the world, looking down at her, I saw only joy—beautiful, magical joy.
“Roll over on your stomach. I want to paint your back and your glorious ass first.”
“Of course,” she said. “Just remember, I get to paint you as well.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” I was already having visions of her running her hands over my body, covering me with paints of all colors.
This was totally and completely insane, and I loved it.
I scooped up the paints, different shades of yellow, blues, reds, and lavender, and ran them down her back while she giggled and squirmed around, trying to get away from my touch.
“That tickles,” she said.
“This is supposed to be sexy.”
“It is, but I can’t help it if it tickles.” Just hearing her voice caused me to smile, as I brushed the colors down to her perfectly round ass, that just begged for me to slap it.
Which I did… not hard but enough to get her attention. Plus, it spattered the colors of paint exactly how I wanted her bum to look.
“You’ve been such a naughty girl,” I told her.
“Oh, Santa, I’ve tried to be good, but it’s so hard. I deserve more slaps. I’ve been thinking dirty thoughts about a man named Ethan… and his two best friends. I’m so very naughty.”
I poured more paint colors on my hand, making little puddles, then I slapped her ass again, and again, sending paint everywhere, even on me.
She moaned and spread her legs, inviting me to touch her, which I dutifully did. Her pussy was so wet, I couldn’t resist having to taste it.
I leaned over and licked her to more moans.
“But you’re not done painting me yet,” she whispered.
“I’m taking a little detour,” I told her as I squatted between her legs and pulled up her hips, so her head rested on her arms on the oil cloth. “That’s what I want. Just like that.”
I ran my tongue between her wonderfully wet folds, letting out my own moans. She tasted so fucking good, I couldn’t get enough, so I pulled her in tight and feasted on her sweet pussy. I entered her with my tongue and nipped at her clit while she pushed back into me. I stopped for a moment to enjoy fiddling with her ass and her swollen pussy.
“Oh God, don’t stop now,” she said, getting in a perfect position so I could see both her perfect ass entrance and that warm pink pussy.
“Just loving on how amazing you are. So free and unashamed. I love it.”
She wiggled her ass, and I wanted to die. “Don’t do that, or I’m going to have to fuck you.”
“Go ahead, but you can’t come until I’m completely painted, and I’ve painted you.”
“Should I slip on a condom?”
“Not until we’re ready. I want to feel you completely raw inside me first.” She had no idea how those words made me feel. My dick turned into a solid brick.
I slowly slid my cock up and down her pussy, laying out my territory, checking her out, first, just to tease her. Her deep moans told me she was loving this as much as I was.
When I entered her, I slapped her harder this time.
“Oh, my God!” she said, sliding her backside into me. I took more paint on my hands and ran them down her back and down her sides, the colors bright and hot, causing me to shudder as I gazed down at the colors, blending across her smooth skin like a human rainbow, leading me to the true pot of gold at the end of her rainbow.
I pumped her harder, slapping her once again.
She felt tight and insanely hot as her body clamped down around my cock. Her moans grew higher in pitch, and I knew she was close to shattering.
“That’s it. Just let yourself go, babe,” I told her, as I slapped her ass once more, then ran my hands up and down her back. If I continued on this way, I’d come, and I knew she didn’t want that, so I pulled out and replaced my mouth with my cock, licking and sucking her until she let out little moans. The giggling all gone now.
I buried my face in her pussy, wanting to savor every inch of her.
“Oh God… oh my, God!” she yelled, her moans increasing, and when I slid two fingers deep inside and drilled her hard and fast, bending my fingers to slam against her sweet g-spot, she shattered and yelled out her pleasure until her entire body tensed, then released like she’d been wanting this for a long time.
When she floated back down to earth, I grabbed her tight little body and flipped her on her back. Her eyes were still closed, while she enjoyed the sensations that surged through her. I couldn’t help but paint her closed eyes a sky blue with both my thumbs. Then I ran bright pink on her cheeks and along her perfect full lips.
“This is so crazy good,” she finally said.
“Unbelievable is more like it,” I told her as I glided my hands over her breasts, painting them two different colors: orange and a deep crimson. I first had to taste each nipple, sucking each one deep into my mouth as I ran my tongue over them, then nipping on each one, causing more lovely moans. Then I carefully painted part of each one two different shades of green, with bright yellow areolas.
I ran more trails of color down her belly and between her legs on her smooth pussy lips, making sure they were carefully painted in shades of pinks.
“I’m loving this. I could paint you for hours and never get tired.”
“Your hands feel so damn good on my body. I love it.”
I kissed her then and spread out her arms on either side, running more paint on each one, until her body was completely covered in vibrant colors except for her long legs.
I slowly painted them a beautiful shade of gold. Then I added more color to her thighs, those strong thighs, shades of sienna, with dots of blue and more gold running down between her legs. I painted her feet as well, more gold, with each toe a different color.
More giggles, which delighted me this time and caused me to laugh as well. When she held up her legs to see her feet, I realized the backs of her legs weren’t painted, so more gold paint came out to cover her completely.
Then, I leaned over and kissed her pussy again, making sure the paint was now all over my face.
She chuckled when I looked down at her. “You look so adorable.”
We kissed again, a slow, hot kiss.
When I pulled away, she said, “I want to see what I look like all painted.”
She started to get up, but I stopped her.
“Wait. I have a mirror,” I told her, then went to fetch my five-foot-high mirror that always leaned up against the back wall. I turned it on its side and leaned it against the glass wall, so she could see herself and me as she posed on her side, looking even more beautiful, if that were even possible.
“I look so sexy. I love it.” She ran a hand over her wet body, smudging the paint as she slid her hand all the way down to her pussy. “I especially love what you did here. Interesting choice of colors.”
“I have my reasons,” I told her, not wanting to tell her she was my pot of gold.
“Love to hear them sometime, but first… it’s my turn to paint you.”
She instructed me to lie on my back. “Let’s start this way.”
“I’m totally yours… whatever you want.”
“I like that. No man has ever said that to me before. I feel powerful.”
“Believe me, you are.” And I meant it. This woman had complete control over me now. I’d do anything for her.
She took some bright paints and ran them over my body, streaking them across my chest, my arms, my legs, and my groin. I was so hard, and I wanted her so much, I could barely stand this, but it was our agreement, so I stayed put, but fuck, it was killing me.
Then, when I was about to tell her this was enough, she took my dick down her throat, deep down her throat.
Like this woman was a wicked little savage, and I fucking couldn’t believe my luck!
“Holy shit,” I mumbled. “Really?”
“Just relax,” she said, holding my cock in one hand, ready to take me in her mouth again. “It’s my turn now.”
“Seriously… who are you?”
“You’re my live canvas, and I’m ordering you to lie back and enjoy it.”
I followed her orders, grinning like a kid, and lay back while her painted hands smeared the paint over my stomach, and she took me deep into her mouth.
I watched her pump me in the mirror, while I rested my arm under my head. “Holy fuck!”
She felt so damn good, I wanted to come right down her throat, but I knew I probably shouldn’t. We hadn’t talked about any of this, and I couldn’t let go without asking, even though everything in me wanted to do just that.
She was so fucking dirty… I loved it.
“We should stop, so I can fuck you again,” I told her, but she didn’t listen. Instead, she increased her speed. “I won’t be able to stop it if you keep going like this.”
All she did was moan, deep, loud moans that vibrated on my rock-hard cock, as she massaged my aching balls. That combination caused my mind to shut completely down, and all I felt were intense sensations.
I couldn’t fucking help it. I unloaded in her mouth, down her throat. I came so fast, I thought she might choke. At the very least, I thought she’d let me slide out of her mouth, but she didn’t. She swallowed everything I gave her.
“Fuckin’ A!” I roared, feeling like some kind of feral beast.
I could swear I heard angels singing as my entire body dropped off a cliff that had no bottom. I’d never felt anything like it.
Never.
Ever.
She was, in fact, fucking magic.
I AWOKE THE next morning with my alarm going off at seven thirty, looking to cuddle with my painted vixen, but she was gone… replaced with a fully decorated Christmas tree that now sat just outside my glass doors.
“What the fuck? How… No way…”
How she managed to pull it up here, and how she didn’t wake me up, was something of a miracle.
I sat up, realizing that she’d also managed to throw the blanket from the sofa over me, along with the pillow that she’d somehow pushed under my head. Thing was, I found myself smiling, genuinely smiling. Instead of hating the tree or scorning it, or wanting to toss it over the side, I couldn’t help but appreciate it.
Hell, I even liked it.
The tree itself wasn’t all that big. Four feet high, and she’d set it up on a small bench. Red bows, thin garland, and an assortment of colored ornaments hung from every branch, with a silver star glowing on the top. Brightly colored lights illuminated it, and despite my aversion to the entire month of December, I couldn’t help but think about how lovely my dingy rooftop now looked. She even draped a bright silver cloth around the bottom.
Thing was, no one had ever gone to all this trouble for me since I was a kid, and my parents put it all together, but they had both died several years ago, and if it wasn’t for my two best friends, I didn’t know how I would’ve made it this far.
Now, there was this Christmas miracle in my life named Merry. Who the hell gave their kid a spelling like that for a traditional name? That couldn’t be written on her birth certificate. I felt certain that she’d changed the spelling somewhere along the way.
But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. All I knew was I had to get ready for the art festival that started, according to the large clock that hung on my wall, in four hours.
I got up, realizing I was still covered in paint. Hell, even my dick was painted bright red, and of course, I had a boner just thinking about everything we did last night.
The shower felt amazing, and I had to rub one off. Way too many recent hot memories to ignore, especially her fine, tight pussy. Yeah, I came in her mouth, but when we woke up a few hours later, I couldn’t resist fucking her. I’d used a condom, but that didn’t hinder any feelings at all. In fact, it made it even more intoxicating.
Now, as I toweled off, I couldn’t wait to see her again.
“Down, boy,” I told myself as I looked in the mirror and ran the electric razor over my face, leaving the right amount of stubble. “You’re moving way too fast. Slow the fuck down.”
I got dressed, made a cup of strong coffee, and went back up to my studio to collect my paintings for the show. One dark and miserable scene after another, a few with shadows of hopeless people wondering around the ruins.
Fuck it all, if they didn’t bring me down, make me unhappy, and strip me of my unusual euphoric mood. I realized she’d been right.
“I can’t bring these down to the square. They’ll make everyone miserable, and nobody will buy them, but they might buy…”
I couldn’t even go there. Couldn’t even entertain the idea… wouldn’t entertain the idea.
I drank down most of my coffee while gazing out at that fucking Christmas tree outside my windows and made a snap decision that I would more than likely regret, but I couldn’t see any other way to do it.
I tore down the stairs and walked towards the spare bedroom. The bedroom I rarely went into. The bedroom I kept locked, the bedroom that held my secret stash of paintings. The ones I created when I was younger and much more hopeful. The artwork I created even now when I started to fall too far down that rabbit hole of despair and loneliness. I never showed these works to anyone, not even Connor or Lucas.
As soon as I unlocked and opened the door and turned on the light, I stopped myself from entering the room. The colorful paintings were everywhere, even hanging from the walls. Dozens of them. There were more than I’d even imagined… well over a hundred, in all different sizes. I never really took the time to look around the room before. I would just lean my latest against another painting or the wall and leave.
I took a step back. “How crazy are you? One night with that pixy vamp, and you’re willing to share your soul? People will laugh. Your best friends will abandon you. The entire town will ridicule you. Besides, these are crap. They show no talent whatsoever. No fucking way.”
I flipped the light switch off, slammed the door shut, and was just about to lock it, scolding myself for even thinking I would pull some of them out into the light of day, when the doorbell rang.
I knew it would be Lucas to help with bringing the paintings down, and I hadn’t even sorted them out yet.
“Shit. Like he has time to wait around for me,” I said, then I yelled out to him, “Be right there!”
I headed over to the door, trying to think of the appropriate apology, and when I swung it open, Merry stood in front of me, grinning while holding two cups of what I assumed was hot coffee and a small, white bag.
“I brought coffee and muffins. Let’s get this party going,” she said. “The festival starts in a few hours, and we still have to set up your entire booth.”
My body reacted to her with a warmth I couldn’t explain. As if sunshine was standing in my doorway, waiting to come inside.
“Wait. Where’s Lucas?”
“He’s on his way, but first, I wanted to make sure you liked your surprise. Because if you don’t, he and I can take it away.”
I took the coffee and the muffin bag and set everything down on the small, round table next to the front door, then I pulled her in close.
“You took a big chance. I thought about tossing it over the side of the building.”
“And me with it, right? So, did you? And do you want me to leave?”
“No and absolutely not. Not now and not ever, but how the hell did you even get it all up here and decorated?”
“Noelle helped… of course, I made sure you were covered before I let her walk past you.”
“Thanks for that. That woman scares me.”
She giggled, and my dick reacted. I was hooked on this ball of ridiculous joy and couldn’t be happier about it. “She’s harmless and turning into a good, dependable friend. So, what about your paintings? Are they ready to go? I’m here to help as much as I can.”
“They’re too fucking dark for a Christmas Art Fair. You’ve ruined me, you know that, right? You’ve fucking wrecked my dark, bad-ass soul.”
“Does that mean you don’t have anything to sell? We can always set up a booth for Connor’s coffee and baked goodies, instead. He could use a little Christmas cheer, as well. In some ways, I think his heart is caught inside one of your brutal, dark towns.”
I took her hand in mine. “He might very well be but come with me. I want to show you something no one else has ever seen.”
She followed me to my locked room, and when I opened the door, she instantly covered her face with her hands, as tears flooded her eyes. I didn’t know if I should hold her or close the door.
“This is all for you. I think every time I painted one of these, I was painting it just for you, only I didn’t know it. Still, I always felt as if there was somebody out there… someone in this big, wretched world who would tell me it was okay. Tell me that these paintings stood for something good, something we could all believe in.”
“I feel like I just walked into a miracle. They’re so bright and cheerful,” she said as she walked around the room, gazing at my art. “I love them all. They’re beautiful, truly beautiful.”
I kissed her, and my world lit up like I was my teen self, back in Chicago, filled with hope and dreams before I was told these were fluff and had no meaning.
She’d changed my entire life, and we were just getting started.