I have a distinct feeling this is a bad idea, but ignore the nagging voice in the back of my brain, heading towards the door. Trying to look casual and unaffected, I swing it open and lean against the doorframe. “Hey…come on in. Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Water? Soda? Beer?”
“Uh, no…I’m cool for now. I just want you to come sit next to me and talk.”
Talk. That had to be code for sex. I decide to stay safe rather than sorry and sit on the recliner across from him.
Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes penetrate me. “So, I guess my predictions were correct.”
I send a confused glance in his direction. He quickly clarifies, “I guess he really doesn’t fuck you as good as I did.”
Shocked, I rise from my seat. “Justin Timberlake, that is none of your business, first of all. But, since I know you won’t stop…yes, he does fuck me as good as you, probably even better. Actually, now that I really reminisce, you weren’t anything special in the sack in the first place. Kind of lame, if you ask me.”
His smirk doesn’t falter for a second. As I try to walk by the couch, his large hand grabs my wrist, pulling me down next to him. “If all that’s so true, then why am I here while he sits home alone?”
Before I can respond, he leans into me pushing his lips against mine roughly. I’m pinned between the couch and his body. I squirm in protest but his strong chest holds me in place.
“Justin, stop! This is wrong. I didn’t invite you over for a booty call.” *yes, that’s exactly what I did*
“Oh, so you just figured it would be nice to chat at nearly midnight on a Saturday, after we haven’t seen each other in six months?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Shut up.” And just like that, he’s over me again…inhabiting each and every one of my senses. His lips rub against mine, while his tongue traces the inside of my mouth. He pulls away every few seconds to suck and nibble on my luscious bottom lip. His hands intertwine with mine, pinning them above my head and his knees nudge legs apart, allowing him full access.
At every moment, my body betrays my mind. I protest against his lips, but grip his hands tighter. I arch away from his chest, but grind my hips into his. One foot kicks against him while the other rubs up the back of his calves. I don’t want to want him, but I do. And he knows it.
His hands finally free mine, one moving to the side of my face, the other finding the hem of my t-shirt. I feel his fingertips glide softly along my stomach, the muscles there trembling slightly. All of this feels so good, so familiar and so wrong simultaneously.
His fingers are tickling my sides softly while his lips work on my neck and the area of my chest exposed by the T-shirt. “Baby, please…I want this so badly. I’ve missed you so much. And I know you feel the same.” Goddamn, his whispers were seductive enough to send shivers down my spine.
Again, discrepancy. “Fuck you, J…” I whispered harshly as my hands lifted his shirt over his head. He smiles in approval at me and fast as lightening, rids me of my shirt as well.
Our bodies rub against each other, rapidly and desperately. We are starving for one another, ready to ravish the other’s body at a moment’s notice. Justin is working overtime: one hand is rubbing my right breast, while his fingers tweak my painfully hard nipples. His lips are attached to my other breast, licking and sucking like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. His left hand is furiously working on ridding me of my tight jeans. I feel his hardness rubbing against my thigh through his jeans, begging for release. But me? All I can manage is kissing his neck, moaning his name and rubbing my hands against his back and ass. Begging for him like a two cent hooker.
He frees me of my jeans, my panties soon joining until I’m lying totally naked underneath his almost fully clothed body. Suddenly, its like a whole new person takes over my body. I flip him over and straddle his hips, prying his jeans open. Shock registers on my face. “No boxers, J?”
“I figured it would just cause more work for you.”
“You’re such an asshole.” Of course, that comment came as I shimmy my way down his body, aligning my face with his beautiful package. His cock was standing at full attention, the tip glistening with his pre-cum.
My tongue teases every inch of his lower regions, licking at his stomach, kissing along his pelvic bone, softly sucking on his tip. My hands roll his balls, adding a little pressure as I sucked his cock into my mouth. His skin is like hot, crushed velvet. Small gasps and quiet moans escape from his throat repetitively. His large hands fist in my hair and he pulls me up towards him.
Before I even realize what was happening, he sweeps me up off he couch and carries me towards my bedroom. He lays in the center of the bed, pulling my center towards his head until I am literally straddling his face. I have some sort of clue what’s about to happen, but look at him uncertainly. This position had always sort of freaked me out. With one slow, torturous lick from my hole to my clit, my fears are washed away. He has perfect access to that little bundle of nerves that makes my world spin. He lets his mouth basically go to town on me, licking and sucking first quickly then slower, putting my body into overdrive. His arms fold around me, hands gripping my ass to keep me in place. Soon enough, my body is writhing in pleasure, all inhibitions gone as I grind down towards his mouth, begging for more. He removes one hand from my derriere, moving it to my center and sliding two long fingers deep inside me. He curls them against my G-spot while his lips circle my clit, sucking firmly. Immediately, I go flying over the edge, hands gripping the headboard in hopes of holding onto a bit of my sanity.
I collapse on the bed beside Justin’s body, chest heaving with my deep breaths. After barely a moment, I feel my body being rolled onto my stomach and lifted to my hands and knees. I’m still weak from my orgasm, so I rest onto my forearms, leaving my entire bootylicious (lol) ass sticking up in the air. I hear Justin’s appreciative groan somewhere from behind me just moments before I feel a swift spank come in contact with it.
He rises up onto his knees and spreads my legs, nestling his manhood between my thighs. Leaving one hand at the base of my spine, holding me steady, he grips his erection with the other, guiding it towards my center. One long thrust and he is buried in my depths, moaning my name loudly. I can do nothing except let my jaw drop open in a silent moan.
He leans against me, tongue licking its way up my spine. The action gives me goosebumps all over my body. I arch against him, pushing my hips back towards his, begging him to start his motions. He thankfully takes the hint, rolling and grinding his hips against mine determinedly, but slow.
As he pushes forward towards me, I push my ass against his crotch. I rotate my hips against his, moaning his name, begging him for more. “Please baby, gimme it. You feel so good, J…lemme feel all of you.”
My words set him off. He pulls out of me and flips me over to face him. Immediately, he hikes my legs over his shoulders and forcefully thrusts into me. “You want this, lil’ girl? You want Justin to fuck you real good? Make you scream?”
Although his words sound a little cliché, they cause every one of my inner muscles to clench around him. “Fuck, J…yes, I want you to fuck me. Make me cum, baby.”
His hips work harder against mine and I can tell he’s getting closer to orgasm.
“Sar, I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll forget your own name, but tell me one thing…does Tyler really fuck you this good?”
I open my eyes to his words. Part of me is shocked at his boldness, the other part can only concede to what he already knows. I’m not sure whether to be revolted or even more turned on. After a few more thrusts and a conscience battle ensuing in my head, I make my decision.
Looking straight into his dark blue eyes, clouded over with lust, I moan, “Tyler doesn’t even come close. You’re the only one that can love me this good.”
He couldn’t look happier at my words, satisfied that I had been so unsatisfied in my current relationship. But at the moment, I really don’t care. His hips are vigorously pushing against mine and his hand, once again, snakes down my body to locate my clitoris. Once he locates it, he rolls it softly between his thumb and forefinger, meanwhile sucking softly on the curve of my neck.
The combination of the two actions is all it takes. My hips thrust towards his while my back archs off the bed. I feel my muscles clench around him almost painfully, while I squeeze my eyes shut. The pressure in my lower stomach gets stronger, slowly beginning to spasm with the start of my orgasm. For what seems like minutes, all my muscles tighten until I finally go crashing over the edge, my inner muscles milking his member violently.
And that marks the end for him. Justin rests his forehead against mine, mouth opened but no words escaping. Inside, thanks to my still sensitive walls, I feel his hot liquid erupting out of him. His entire back goes rigid as he pushes into me as far as he can, lightly thrusting as he rides out his orgasm. I watch contentedly as his movements taper off and his body begins to go lax. Finally collapsing on top of me with a soft “damn” whispered against my flushed skin.
We lay like that for a while, drifting in and out of a post-orgasm induced haze. I finally muster up the strength to form some words. “We should do that again sometime…”
Laughing, Justin replies, “you busy now?”
“Nope…”
The laughter ceases as he rolls over onto me again, lips meeting mine lazily. And so it goes. On and on. All night long.
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