Justin popped his head out onto the patio to tell Trace we were going to bed, and broke out into a fit of laughter as he saw Trace laid back in a lounge chair his eyes only half open and lit cigarette hanging from his hand. “Come on, he’ll figure it out.” Justin laughed shutting the door and pulling me behind him.
We made it up to Justin’s room in record time and I immediately tore off my shirt, before unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor as I stepped out of my shorts. Justin’s eyes darkened slightly as he licked his lips, tearing his own shirt off, before devouring my mouth in a heated kiss. I made quick work with the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly, before pushing them off his hips along with his boxers. Justin quickly kicked them off out of our way, moving us towards the bed never breaking our kiss. The back of my legs came into contact with the bed and Justin lifted me up, placing me on it, settling in between my legs.
“Uh uh…come here.” I breathed out breaking our kiss and pulling him down on the bed beside me. I pushed him back so he was lying down, before I crawled over to him and straddled his waist. His eyes widened slightly at my control, but he just grinned and grabbed onto my hips as I grabbed a hold of him and slid him across my slick folds a few times. Justin groaned out in frustration, twitching slightly in my hand, and I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly slid down over him, letting him completely stretch me out and fill me up as he hissed slightly. I reached my hands behind me supporting myself as I slowly started to move back and forth over him. “Fuck Madi.” Justin grunted out as he slapped my tit, causing my eyes to widen and a moan to escape my lips.
Justin just smirked as he pinched my nipple in between his fingers, twisting it slightly before letting it go and smacking me again harder this time. “Fuuuuuck.” I drew out rocking back and forth on him harder, my whole body tingling at his touch.
Justin’s fingers dug into my hips as he furiously guided me back and forth over him. I let out a loud moan as I threw my whole body forward and eagerly kissed him as I continued to move with him. I pulled away a loud moan escaping my lips as I buried my head in the crook of Justin’s neck.
“Fuck me J.” I moaned out causing Justin to let out a throaty growl as he locked his hands around my waist and flipped us over. Justin sat up and raised my legs putting them on his shoulders as he pounded himself into me. My whole body was being thrown back with the force of each of his thrusts and I couldn’t stop the grunt that was being forced out of my lungs with each time either.
“Fuck Madi.” Justin breathed out, reaching out and vigorously rubbing my clit, causing me to cry out. My whole mind clouded over and I closed my eyes tightly trying to enjoy all the sensations coursing through my body. My pussy was pulsating around Justin’s cock and I felt his fingers dig into my sides as he grinded his hips into my core before slowly falling over the edge himself and releasing himself into me.
I slowly moved my legs down off his shoulders and let them rest across his thighs as I tried to regain my breathing. Justin bent down kissing me slow and passionately as his fingers found my nub and started to work it over again, causing my hips to buck and a whimper to escape my lips. Justin jumped off of me and made his way off the bed and over to the closet, forcing me to sit up and stare at him incredulously wondering where he went.
“J.” I pouted, as he finally made his way back out of the closet smirking at me, with a dildo in his hand. My face broke out into a smile as he made his way back towards me, turning it on and then pushing me slightly so I fell back on the bed as he pushed it into my core. I let out a small sigh as the vibrations and pulsating beads moved around inside me. I was just getting use to all the new sensations, when Justin swiftly pulled it out of me, before ramming it back into me. Justin started to rapidly move it in and out of me causing my hips to buck up towards him, and a series of loud moans to escape my lips. Justin reached up and slapped me across the face, causing my eyes to fly open and meet his. I knew Justin loved watching me, when I was vulnerable like this, so I did my best to hold his gaze as he continued to forcibly shove the dildo in and out of me.
“Fuck….Jus…tin.” I managed to get out in between hard blows from the dildo, causing him to smirk at me. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as my orgasm started to build and my legs started to shake. Justin smacked me hard across the chest, causing a stinging sensation and sending me over the edge as I cried out, fisting the comforter in my hands, trying to find something to anchor to as my orgasm ripped through my whole body.
All I could hear were the moans that were involuntarily coming from my mouth, so I didn’t notice Justin turning the dildo off and throwing it to the side until he slightly lifted my legs and plunged himself back into me. I cried out my arms circling around his shoulders and clinging to him as he started to pump in and out of me, causing my orgasm to draw out at the feel of his skin on mine. Justin’s face was buried in my neck, sucking on it lightly, as I dug my nails into his shoulders crying out with each movement he made. My body was already building another orgasm and I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
“J.” I cried out, my legs wrapping around his waist and locking my ankles pulling him deeper within me. Justin grunted out and bit down on my neck as he put his hand on the small of my back pulling me up into him as he thrusted harder and faster, bringing us both to the edge.
I whimpered ready to let go but Justin cried out stopping me, “Hold on Madi, I’m …..fuck.” Justin grunted out burying himself into me his hips slightly grinding into me as we both lost all control. I cried out clinging to him as my whole body shook and he just buried his head in the crook of my neck riding his wave.
The next morning I woke up and curled into Justin, wrapping my arm across his stomach and kissing his chest, before laying my head back down a contented sigh escaping my lips. I glanced over at the clock a little while later, realizing I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. Justin still had a couple hours before he had to be up, so I decided to let him sleep. I lightly kissed him on the side of the mouth, before slipping out of bed and throwing one of his t-shirts on and making my way down to the kitchen. I stuck Justin’s ipod in the dock turning on some music, before I turned around to start a pot of coffee. “Miss Kirkpatrick.” I heard Lucinda behind me and I jumped slightly as I turned to face her.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” she smiled in my direction, as I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the fact that she was here so early, “I’ve got all your laundry done and repacked for you.”
“What?” I asked narrowing my eyes at her.
“Oh, well it was with Mr. Timberlake’s, so I just figured I’d save you some time.” She genuinely smiled in my direction. I took a deep breath, silently counting in my head, trying not to lost my temper with her, “Did Justin ask you to do that?” I breathed out slowly articulating every word.
“No, I know how he likes things done, so I just did it, I didn’t want him to have to ask.” She smiled as I cringed at how she was so determined to keep Justin happy.
“Thanks.” I said tight lipped as I turned around to pour myself a cup of coffee.
I took a sip of my coffee before setting it down and turning around to the pantry in search of something to make for breakfast. “Oh, are you hungry? I can make you something? Is Mr. Timberlake up? What would he like?” Lucinda asked sweetly, causing my temper to start to rise again.
“I’ve got it.” I breathed out closing my eyes tightly and refusing to turn and face her.
“It’s really no big deal Miss Kirkpatrick, I know you have all been busy, I can make whatever you’d like.” Lucinda said just as sweetly as before.
I took a steadying breath, before exhaling and turning to look at Lucinda, shooting daggers at her, “I said I’ve got it. I am more than capable to make myself breakfast.” I snapped causing her to widen her eyes at me and take a step back.
“Of….of course,” she stuttered, “just let me know when Mr. Timberlake and Mr. Ayala wake up then.”
“I’ve got it taken care of, you can go.” I spat in her direction no longer being able to keep my anger hidden. I wasn’t sure if she was that scared of pissing Justin off, or she just really wanted to make sure that she didn’t get fired, but either way she was on my last nerve and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I…but…but what about Mr. Timberlake?” She asked quietly refusing to look up at me.
“He’s not a fucking baby! He’s fine, I’ll make breakfast and then we all heading to the studio.” I said gripping onto the edge of the counter.
“I….no of course not…I’m sorry.” Lucinda muttered.
“Just go,” I sighed as she nodded her head vigorously at me, “Oh, and Lucinda, don’t ever fucking touch my laundry again.” I said narrowing my eyes at her. Her eyes slightly widened in fear as she nodded and then quickly turned and made her way out of the house.
I leaned back against the counter breathing heavily trying to regain my composure. I felt bad for yelling at her the way I did but she's always way too overbearing and she doesn’t know when to stop. I understand Justin needing some help with certain things at times, but she has gotten to the point of mothering him, and he has become way too comfortable with it.
“Morning.” Trace grumbled as he brushed past me to get himself a cup of coffee.
“Hey,” I smiled at him, my face softening, “what would you like for breakfast?”
“Pancakes.” Trace nodded as he sat at the table and put his head in his hands causing me to giggle.
“You alright over there short stuff?” I smirked in his direction, but was just met with him flipping me off in response.
“Here.” I giggled as I sat four ibuprofen next to him with a glass of orange juice, before turning and pulling the stuff out to make pancakes.
I was just starting to mix the pancake batter together, when I felt Justin wrap his arms around my waist and put his head on my shoulder, “Morning baby.”
“Good morning.” I giggled turning my head to kiss him.
“Mmm pancakes….Trace’s hangover food.” Justin chuckled, glancing back at Trace, who was still sitting at the table in his own misery.
“Yeah, next time remind me he can’t mix his whiskey and tequila.” I giggled turning around and wrapping my arms around Justin’s neck.
“Psh, he can’t handle any of it.” Justin scoffed as I giggled and Trace muttered a, “Fuck you” from the table.
“Is Lucinda here yet? I need her to do my laundry while we’re gone today.” Justin asked innocently. I immediately tensed in his arms and turned around and went back to work on the pancakes. “Madi don’t.” Justin sighed running his hand over his head frustrated.
“I’m not, she was here, I sent her home.” I shrugged pouring some batter into the skillet in front of me. “Trace you want my peanut butter chocolate chip pancakes?” I asked ignoring the death glare that Justin was giving me.
“What the fuck Madison?” Justin asked interrupting Trace’s nod of approval.
“Relax she already did your laundry and repacked for you along with mine.” I snapped refusing to look up at him.
“I didn’t tell her…” Justin started his voice softening, before I cut him off, “I know, and I may have yelled at her a little, but damn J she acts like you can’t do a damn thing for yourself.” I rolled my eyes.
“Fuck Madi,” Justin sighed shaking his head at me, “listen I’ll talk to her, but you have got to lighten up about it all.” I just nodded, not wanting to talk about it anymore, as I made my way over to Trace setting down a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him.
“Get Trace the syrup and peanut butter, I’ll get you some pancakes.” I said brushing past Justin on my way back to the stove.
Justin did as I asked before coming up behind me and running his hands up my thighs and up under his t-shirt, “You know it’s hard to be mad at you, when this is all you’re wearing.” He growled in my ear.
“Well good, because there’s nothing to be mad about anyway.” I said grinding my hips back into him, making him groan.
“Could you two not fuck in the kitchen, I heard it all last night I don’t need to see it too.” Trace said with a mouthful of food.
“Sorry.” I said sheepishly as Justin’s fingers flitted across to my center, inching their way south.
“It’s my house and my girlfriend, I’ll fuck her wherever I damn well please.” Justin smirked as his fingers found my clit causing me to gasp.
“J.” I warned as I leaned back on him for support as he continued what he was doing. I was glad the counter was blocking what was going on, but I could tell by the look on Trace’s face he knew anyways. “Jus, go eat.” I breathed out my resolve quickly crumbling under his touch.
Justin just nodded slightly as he removed his hands from my body, causing me to whimper slightly, and grabbed a plate before making his way over to sit next to Trace. I grabbed onto the counter in front of me and glared across the room at Justin. I really didn’t want to give Trace a show, but I was hoping Justin was going to at least whisk me upstairs really quick. “Come eat Madi, we don’t wanna be late.” Justin smirked over in my direction, causing Trace to laugh at the look of disbelief that washed over my face. I shook my head slightly as I made my way towards them and sat on the opposite end of the table, as far away from Justin as I could. Justin just smirked at me before turning his attention to Trace and ignoring me.
I decided if Justin wanted to play games and be a tease I could do the same thing, so I put on a little sundress that barely covered my ass and made my way downstairs to where Justin and Trace were waiting to leave. Trace raised his eyebrows at me as I walked around the corner and I could feel Justin’s eyes slowly traveling up and down my body. I slowly bent over to pick up my shoes, making sure my backside was pointed towards Justin, and smiled to myself when I felt his hands fan out over my ass, before slowly wrapping around my waist as I stood up. “Come on we don’t wanna be late.” I smiled, stepping out of his grasp and making my way to the garage, Trace following behind me laughing.
We made our way into the studio to see J.C., Chad, and Pharrell all hunched over the soundboard and I couldn’t help but smile at the look of concentration that was across all their faces. They all looked up and smiled as we walked in, “Nice outfit.” J.C. smirked at me opening up his arms for a hug.
I choked down a gulp of air and couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over his body as I stepped into his arms, the conversation with Justin from the night before replaying in my head. “Thanks." I whispered up at him as Lance and Joey burst through the door, breaking our trance.
I smiled over at them, before scurrying across the room and sitting down, putting as much distance between J.C. and I as I could. The guys immediately got to work and Trace made his way over to me, stretching out across the couch and placing his head in my lap. “You alright short stuff?” I asked as I lazily ran my hands through his hair comfortingly.
“Just need a nap.” He murmured, and I smiled slightly and let him drift off to sleep as I turned my attention to the booth and listened to the opening cords of Girlfriend.
After a couple hours the guys started to get antsy and were all complaining they were hungry. I slowly untangled myself from Trace and stood stretching out, “I’ll go.” J.C. and I said at the same time.
I caught his eye and smiled over at him as he chuckled slightly and Justin’s eyes lit up, “Yeah, let’s all go.” He said grinning mischievously at me.
I knew what Justin was getting at, and my stomach instantly knotted up apprehensively. “Uh you and J.C. can go.” I quietly said refusing to make eye contact with him.
“Come on, you haven’t moved since we got here, we’ll all go.” Justin smiled tugging on my hand and pulling me towards him. I just nodded slightly, not wanting to cause a scene and slowly made my way out the door followed by Justin and J.C.
We made our way out to J.C.’s jeep and I nervously crawled into the back, hoping Justin decided that now wasn’t the time to bring up our proposition to J.C. I was a nervous wreck talking to Justin about it, I hadn’t even considered how I’d feel talking to J.C. about it, but now that the opportunity was right in front of me I wanted nothing to do with it. “So J.C., Madi and I were talking.”Justin started off as J.C. pulled out of the lot and I cut him off.
“J.C. so you went to dinner with Kristin last night?” I asked quickly, as Justin shot me a sideways glance.
“Yeah, she seems pretty cool.” He shrugged his indifference, causing me to smirk slightly.
“Anyways.” Justin loudly said bringing the attention back to him.
“Justin.” I whispered, causing him to glance back at me as I just shook my head no.
“Madi, you’re going to have to stop being weird if you want to do this.” Justin said rolling his eyes in my direction.
“Do what?” J.C. asked curiously, glancing back at me through the rearview mirror.
“I….” I started before closing my mouth and leaning back against the seat not sure what to say. J.C. just looked at me curiously before turning to look at Justin waiting on some sort of explanation.
“Look C, we were wondering if you would want to have a threesome with us.” Justin said matter of factly as a look of horror washed over my face and I turned to stare out the window.
“Wha….at?” J.C. asked a look of confusion crossing his face as he looked at Justin.
“You heard me.” Justin shrugged as I tightly closed my eyes, trying to drown out the entire conversation.
“I…wow…I didn’t see that one coming.” J.C. chuckled nervously, as he pulled into McDonalds.
“Well think about it or whatever, but the offer’s there.” Justin said before going in to what he wanted to eat as if it was no big deal.
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