Authors: Maya James
"I
love you so much, Baby," I tell him after our kiss ends.
"I
love you, Warrior."
Around
Justin's shoulder I see Lena and Terrence entangled into each other. Their
romance has been so wonderful to see all night. I don't want to say anything as
silly as they are picking up or they left off, but they are certainly picking
up. They've barely noticed anyone else's existence all night, except when she
came to me to thank me.
"I
know this was all you," she had said. "I'm so impressed that you were
able to hide this, but mostly—I'm grateful. I was to afraid to find out if he
had moved on, and I would never have taken the chance to find out for myself,
fearing the heartache."
We both
cried when she hugged me.
As I
watch them now, I'm learning. "I just figured out something important that
I've been stuck on for months—since the moment we've been together."
Justin
leans back to look at me, and I am awestruck at his rugged handsomeness. I
believe he's more beautiful to me now that I understand him than he has ever
been.
"What's
that?" he asks.
I nod
toward Lena and Terrence. "She is one tough, scary bitch. She commands
absolute respect, sometimes through fear, always dominating everyone else in
the room, except for you. But one look into Terrence's face and there is a
different woman in front of us, someone vulnerable and real—an entirely
separate personality."
Justin
doesn't see where I'm going with this yet.
"So
which one is real?" I continue. "I see it now. The Lena we see at
work is a front, it’s part of her, sure, but it's not the honest part. Lena,
when she's with Terrence, is the real her. Without him she is controlled and
contained. There is no control right now. What we see is real and raw. This is
the real Lena."
He
understands now. "This isn't about Lena, is it?" he asks.
Not
hardly!
"She
is the female counterpart of you," I say, kissing the side of his face.
"I often wonder, do I soften the infamous JP, or do I release the
Justin?" I kissed him again, closer to his mouth. "Now I know for
sure."
My
mouth finds his as he grips me tightly. This time I feel I'm inside of him. He
takes air when I breathe. My blood flows when his heart pumps.
We are
one.
AROUND QUARTER TO ONE
, Cipriani looks like it’s just getting started. Sam and
Trisha are lost to the dance floor. Melissa and Tommy got heated with their
midnight kiss, and now they desperately need to find a room and flush out each
other’s piping before one of them has a burst out here in front of everyone.
Justin
finds a break in Lena's conversation with Terrence and he leans in to tell them
something I cannot hear over the crowd and music. After Lena nods her reply,
Justin stands out of his chair and motions for me to get up with him. He takes
my hand and leads me off.
I'm not
sure why, but we fight through the crowd to a service door. Justin pushes
through and the silence on the other side is impressive. I'm nervous that we
are some place we don't belong.
"My
ears needed a break," Justin explains.
I glance
around the abandoned kitchen we are now standing in. "It looks exactly how
I would have imagined, like something from a movie," I say in mild wonder.
"You've
never been in a kitchen?"
I shrug
my shoulders innocently. "Not one in the city; not one this big."
"Well,"
he says, "you have
got
to see their freezer. You've probably never
seen anything this size." He tugs my hand and begins to pull me through
the large, stainless steel filled room.
I tug
back, laughing like a nervous teenager. "Are you crazy? We'll get in
trouble!"
He
looks amused that I doubt him. "How do you suppose I know how big their
freezer is?"
Fuck!
I hate when I miss the obvious!
They
must know him here. He's been back here before, and they probably won't be too
upset.
He tugs
me again and I follow. "Their food service is done for the night. By now
all the staff is either out in the bar or gone someplace else. There shouldn't
be anyone here," he explains.
We
weave through the maze of metal counters. The smell in here is an odd mix of pine-scented
cleaners and herbs.
At the
back is a small alcove with a huge, heavy door made of the same metal as its
handle. Justin grabs it and pulls it open with a loud click and beyond it hangs
long strips of thick, clear plastic meant to keep in the cold when the door is
open.
"This
is just the cold room," Justin tells me as he drags me in. It's nearly the
size of my apartment, and everything in here is stacked neatly and the shelves
are labeled. "The freezer is at the other end."
There's
another of the heavy doors in front of us and Justin is heading for it
comfortably. I nervously glance back behind us, still waiting for someone to
catch us.
Another
loud click and the door swings open. There are more plastic strips here, and
they begin to fog up almost instantly. Justin pushes some of the strips off to
the left and tucks them into something that holds them out of the way. Thin fog
begins to roll out of the opening, but in the brightness of the room I can see
that the freezer is a walk-in the same size as the refrigerator.
The
coldness is hitting me already, prickling the skin on my arms. Justin stands
behind me and begins to rub my shoulders for warmth.
"I
want you to know I did not bring you here with good intentions," he says
wickedly.
"No?"
I ask, smiling.
"No!"
He grabs my arms and I feel something wrap around my wrists as he ties them
behind my back.
"Justin—"
"Trust
me," he orders. "If you can't see, I will guide you. If you can't
stand, I will hold you. If you get cold, I will heat you up. Prepare that
warrior in you again Charity, because I'm going to make you cum in a screaming,
blind fury of hot and cold until you can't take anymore. Happy New Year!" Suddenly,
a blindfold throws me into darkness.
I feel
the zipper of my dress being yanked down and his warm hand massaging my back.
His lips find the nape of my neck and that ends any protest I might have had
with just the knowledge of what is about to come. "Happy New Year," I
say, consenting.
Instead
of pulling my dress down and having to untie me, Justin lifts my dress up from
the bottom over my head. I feel him taking care not to mess up my hair
completely. Once it's over, he lets my dress hang around my bound arms.
The fog
blowing out of the freezer is caressing the entire front of me, lapping at my
tight skin. I try to imagine what I look like standing here, the white fog
rolling out heavier by the moment and losing us in its thickness.
My
earlobe disappears into his warm mouth at the same that I feel my bra come off.
My nipples were already hard and now they pucker almost painfully against the
cold. His hands search my body for them, raising along my ribs, teasing the
sides of my breasts until finally covering them. His fingertips feel like
heaven on my cold skin.
God
damn—he's so intense!
Guttural
moans are already escaping me in throaty gasps when he gently pinches my
nipples, rolling them with his thumbs. Maybe it's the alcohol from the evening,
but I want him to make me feel it. "Harder," I beg in a whisper.
"Watch
what you ask for, Warrior," he snarls happily.
Then he
practically grabs me by the nipples, pulling them upward into the air. His
tongue slides along my neck, leaving a trail of wetness that quickly changes
from warm to bitter cold. It hurts just enough to make me gush into my panties,
squealing "Christ!" into quiet room.
Justin
suddenly lets go of me and runs his hands to my waist, hooking his fingers into
my panties and ripping them down my legs. One hot hand envelopes an ankle,
pulling my panties off it and then the other.
There's
no warning before he slips a finger through my vulva into the secret wetness
inside. He pulls the wetness out over my clitoris and strokes it viciously. I
hear him hiss with excitement into my ear while I spread my legs to give him
access. He stops and slips his fingers in me carefully, tickling my G-spot
while I drip onto his hand.
There's
no mistaking what I hear when he removes his fingers, the sound of him sucking
them clean. "Fuck! You taste so good," he growls.
He puts
them back in me for more and this time when he removes them he runs them across
my right nipple. My juices turn icy in an instant but his mouth is right behind
it, licking the taste of me from my chest.
Once
again, his fingers stroke my insides, desperate for more wetness that my body
cannot deny him. "Open your mouth," he demands. I obey eagerly,
sticking out my tongue slightly. He whips his soaked fingers from me and
quickly fills my mouth with them as I swirl my tongue over them, teasing him
into a frenzy. His mouth is on mine the very moment his fingers move, drinking
my juices from my lips and tongue.
Justin's
hardness is undeniable against my hip, even through his suit, as he grinds
against me. "I always want you, Warrior, to the point where it's
maddening."
His
fingers have gone back to my clit. It's only a tease; I know he has just begun.
My legs shake and I worry that I don't have the strength to hold myself up.
"Sometimes you're more than I can handle," I confess.
"Trust
me, Warrior, it's never more than you can handle."
He was
right, of course, and he brings my orgasm closer, a pulsing deep inside of me.
His hands smacks my bare ass stiffly. The sounds of it in here, the echo of his
flesh off mine, is intoxicating. "Oh God, yes!" I scream as he brings
me to my toes.
Justin
leaves for a second, and when he's back at my side he has something for me. I
don't know what it is, but its ice cold frozen. He rubs it on my stinging skin.
He slides it around to my side and I'm convinced it's a sliver of ice.
"Christ!" I jump out of the way, but he was ready for that, keeping
it on me.
Before
long its coldness is biting my nipples. They ache viciously, and I feel them
tighten all the way down in my pussy. "Touch me," I beg.
"Please, I need your fingers in me."
The
warmth of his hand settles over my vulva, and his fingertips dig through my
folds, exposing my wet clit to the bitter air. Whatever he is using is now
sliding through the cheeks of my ass. One side of me is icing over, and the
other is being jerked off under his hot hand. My moans fill the room, separated
only by my panting and begging.
I'm
going to cum. I expect Justin to tease me now, pulling his hand away, but he
doesn't. He tortures my clit with his steady whipping. My insides throb until I
feel like I'm going to explode.
"Cum
for me," he breaths. "Cum on my fingers and then I'm going fill you
with my hard cock and make you cum again."
I
rupture. "God! God! Oh God!"
A river
of cum floods out of me as my knees work to keep me up and steady. I can barely
stop the thrusting of my hips and I feel my face turn flush as parts of my body
try to run warm against the flow of cold coming at us.
Justin
slows his hand as I finish catching my breath. He grabs the knot of my
blindfold and moves my head with it, directing me where he wants me. Beside me,
his hands fumble and then I hear his zipper and feel his hardness on my ass.
Suddenly
he is folding me to the ground. The floor is icy, but he doesn't have any
concern for that. My puckered nipples and breasts flatten under my own weight
onto the freezing tiles, but Justin keeps my hips and ass pointed up at him,
spreading me for his access. He does take the time to flip my hanging dress
over my back out of his way where it offers me some warmth.
When he
pulls my hips back, I feel his huge, swollen cock separate my labia and burrow
into me. I rock back on him and gasp with pleasure as I force him deeper.
Justin slowly builds his rhythm with excruciatingly long thrusts forward, his
wet thickness pulling in and out, filling me to capacity with his lust.
I have
the chills now and they have nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
It's strictly from the excitement of being with him, the bliss his passion
creates.
My body
shakes and quivers when we collide and another climax is building in me. I squeeze
tight around him, making every moment count.
Without
a word, Justin pulls himself out of my heat and picks me up off the floor. I
spin blindly in the coldness, unable to see where we are going. He unties my
hands for a few seconds, yanking my dress off and reties my wrists in front of
me. When he lays me down, it's on my back over my dress sprawled out on some
type of shelf.
Justin
spreads my legs and pushes them up toward my chest. I imagine what I look like,
how exposed I am at this moment, and I hear him growl with his own excitement.
His strong hands grab onto the back of my thighs, spreading me open with his
thumbs while his huge manhood returns. It impales me, sending fiery thrills to
my limbs.