Dammit! I just caught my boyfriend cheating, you might know him, Nick Carter. Yeah, he was good that way and since catching him in bed with his ex, I haven't told him. He said to go ahead and go to the club with my girls. We got in no probs, bouncer was here last week and I came with Nick. I see this guy I've seen in the studio Nick frequents and at the house parties he throws. He has these deep blue eyes (blue eyes are my thing), brown hair, he's muscular but not too much, no tats, and close to six feet.
I'm 5 foot 3, chocolate raspberry hair (raspberry whatever hair dye on a brunette has a tendency to do that), ocean blue eyes, in shape and not from LA.
He's wearing jeans that are semi baggy, a vintage tee and sneakers. He's got a watch, a chain bracelet and a couple necklaces. Looks like he's shooting JD. My fave.
I have on a jean miniskirt, a tight turquoise tank that leaves a small part of my tight abs revealed, and sneaks on. I don't club in heels, I come to drink and dance. I have my hair up in a clip and looking at him, I take it out and scratch my scalp to make it fall around my shoulders. Make up, you say? Light foundation on my naturally sun kissed skin and a medium pink lip gloss.
I take a couple deep breaths and walk up to him. Fuck! What's his-JC! That's his damn name. "JC," I say in his ear as I slowly and gently run my fingers down his back, barely touching him so it causes goosebumps and chills.
He jumps, turning around. "Leilei," he responds, hugging me. "Sit with me. You drink Jack?"
"Yes, I do. It's only my fave," I tell him honestly.
"What brings you here?"
"Nick said he needs a relationship break. So I came out alone," I fib, hiding my face because my girls know better and I'm not used to this. It's my first time cheating and I've been with Nick since meeting him at a concert in Boston in 2002, nine years ago. He has his real girlfriend (me) and then the PR girlfriend.
"Oh, that sucks."
"Yeah. Maybe we should hang together tonight. We know how misery loves company," I tell him biting my lip.
"I can't think of a reason why we shouldn't. We're both single," he reasons out loud. It's already 9p and he's got a nice buzz.
"Can we talk in a quiet lounge?"
"Sure." He turns to the bartender, "Two bottles of Jack to the third lounge on the second level, please." He quickly grabs my hand, drags me to the lounge and we sit next to each other.
I seductively lick my lips and notice his hand over his lap. "Nervous?"
"That he may retract his 'I need space' bullshit? Yes."
I laugh, knowing it's a lie. He places his hand on the side of my face, caressing it. I feel that presex want building. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it. "I don't want to sleep alone. I'm so used to waking up in his arms."
"Maybe we'll end up in my bed."
I look at him and make my eyes scream loneliness at him. "I've never slept alone in 9 years."
"Even when he was on tour?"
"I went with him."
"Do you even work?"
"Yes, I do. I'm a record label manager. I work under Johnny Wright."
"Makes sense," he admits, shrugging his shoulders as the two bottles of JD arrive.
"How long has it been for you?"
"I have my one night stands, but a serious relationship hasn't existed in more than five years."
"That's a long time."
"I know," he replies, guiding my face closer to his.
"Maybe tonight could change it?" I tease. Part of me is hoping I chicken out. This is the girl from Leominster that I've known for 27 years.
"Maybe," he answers, pulling me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues intertwine and I mesh our lips together harder. Our bodies become closer and his hands drift to my wide hips. He pulls me onto his lap in one swift motion and guides my hips in a rolling motion as he grinds me. "I've wondered what you taste like for so long."
"Yeah?"
"Yes," he truthfully admits. "I've also wanted to know how it feels to be inside you," he tells me, making me arch my eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah?" I say grinding and rolling my hips on his lap, knowing his dick is getting hard under my sweetness.
"Oh, yes. I want it."
"Prove it, Chasez. Make me want it. Make me," I lean in so that my mouth is next to his ear and whisper the last few words, " need it."
He shivers, pats my thigh so I get up and he shuts the door to the lounge. After taking his place again on the couch, he places me on his lap and kisses me. I feel one hand on my hip and the other is creeping up the outside of my thigh to the inside. His hand slides over the top of my thigh to the inside, closing on my sweet spot. He pulls my lace panties away from my body just enough to stick two fingers and his thumb inside. He teasingly plays with my nub using his thumb and slides along my slit with his two fingers. I moan into his mouth and start to grind his fingers. He pulls away from the kiss, to tease. "You're wet."
"Unh-huh." I can't speak because I want to get off.
He stops. "Wet for me?"
"Yes." I lie to get what I want.
"Good girl," he purrs in my ear as he quickens the pace of his fingers as I grind and roll my hips. He's biting and kissing my neck, making me pick up my pace. "Is it still want or need?"
"Want."
He keeps his fingers busy with my juicebox, using his free hand to pull my shirt off to find that I'm not wearing a bra and leans forward to lay me on the couch. Doing this traps one of my legs between his body and the couch while he sucks on my nipples as he grinds me. For a split second as his tongue flicks my right nipple, his hands leave my body to remove my underwear to replace his two fingers in my sweetness. I'm moaning and groaning in pleasure, pure fucking ecstasy. "Want or need?"
He's trying to get me to say need. "I need you."
"When? Where?"
Is he fucking for real? "In me now."
He kneels long enough to put on a rubber before teasing my core with his dick, causing me to whine and beg. "Ready?" I nod and he slams his dick inside me in one fluid motion. "Oh, fuck," he groans. "You're so fucking tight, yes." He fucks me so hard that I feel my body sliding on the leather from our perspiration.
I put my hand on his chest to make him stop just long enough to push him to a sitting position so I can ride his dick. I lower my pussy onto his big dick. It almost hurts as I ride him mercilessly, not caring who sees. "Like that, Chasez?" I ask as I roll, dip and grind my hips as I fuck him.
"Oh, fuck yeah, just like that," he audibly groans, moaning just loud enough for me. I start moaning and let all inhibitions go to hell, allowing my body to take over. He clears off a cabinet next to him that happens to be perfect dick height for him, stands up with me in his arms, lays me on it and holds my hips tightly as he fucks me fucking senseless as a wave of euphoric release takes over my body making my legs wrap around him tighter. The muscles inside clamp around his dick like a vice, milking him as he gets closer to his climax. He quickly begins to rub my clit, prolonging my euphoric release. "Fuck, yes, unhhhhh," he groans as he crashes into his wave of euphoric release as my walls clamp around his dick, massaging him and milking it dry.
As I lay there quivering from the length and force of my release, he leans over to kiss me before pulling back to admire what he just did-he just fulfilled his fantasy of having one of his friends' girlfriends. Seven years wondering and even his fantasies couldn't have come close to reality. I know this for a fact because JC, AJ and Nick had talked about it. AJ's been wondering since Nick deflowered me. I've either walked in on those conversations or Nick has told me. My cell phone rings and I pull it out of my skirt pocket. "Hello? I'll be there in half. Yeah, bye."
"Who was that?" I sit up and looked at him for a second in all his perfection.
"He wants to talk," I lie to him.
"Well, there goes that idea," he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck.
"Sorry, Josh," I tell him as I gather my shirt and underwear. I am sorry about one thing-not leaving Nick for him. I kiss him one last time before leaving. I stop at the door, my fingers on the handle. "Josh, if he nixes it again, I'll be yours."
His eyebrow arches as he pulls his shirt on. I smooth my hair before opening the door to politely pass AJ with a smirk on my face as I leave the room and the club to go home to my unsuspecting boyfriend, Nick Carter, on a Sunday.
Story Notes:
Story Notes:
*Re-editing soon* These were originally written and posted without much thought. All stories I have written/cowritten are going to be edited and posted, marked *EDITED*.
*Re-editing soon* These were originally written and posted without much thought. All stories I have written/cowritten are going to be edited and posted, marked *EDITED*.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Inspired by Nick Carter's 'I Just Wanna Take You Home' and BSB's 'Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon'.
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