Authors: Maya James
And
scary.
I think
she didn't come with us at first because she was afraid to meet him, afraid she
might be attracted to him, and now she is. We need to talk. And Justin needs to
talk to Garrett. I grab my phone and send Justin a text.
"Taking
her 2 the girls room for a chat. U know what 2 tell him when were gone?"
Her
drink comes and she takes a huge sip. Fuck it! I do the same.
Justin
types back.
"If he makes a move, slow n steady. I'll tell him y."
I nod
just enough for him to see, then I make the excuse and take her with me.
"Holy
hotness, Batman! You could have warned me," she bellows as soon as we are
in the bathroom. She did well holding it in until now. Her reaction makes me
laugh and cry. I can see the fear in her expression, a mix of wanting something
and being terrified to get it.
"You
don't owe anyone anything—that's the first thing to remember," I tell her.
"So what if you find each other attractive? It doesn't have to go anywhere
or be anything. Do not freak yourself out over this!"
"You
think he noticed me?" she asks.
If we
hadn't already killed Sam, I'd kill him now for taking my friends confidence
from her. Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!
"Yes,
he noticed you. Are you kidding, you took his breath away—literally. He was in
the middle of talking and forgot what he was saying. I think he forgot what his
name was. Look at you, you're gorgeous. Every guy in here just noticed
you." It wasn't a lie. Her black Ralph Lauren skinny jeans and cashmere
jersey are calling attention to every important curve of her body. "You
look like a walking billboard for the perfect tits and ass club."
She
laughs at me, which is exactly what I wanted. I see it clear her mind and bring
her back to normal. I want her to have confidence, but I don't want it to come
with any pressure.
"He's
not going anywhere, trust me. You don't have to force yourself to make a move
you're not ready for. If he's worth having, he'll always be worth having—even a
few months from now after you've gotten to be friends first. Start there."
Trisha
takes a deep breath and shakes out her hands. She looks better, less frazzled.
"Are
you okay now?" I ask cheerfully.
Her
real smile comes out.
"Good,"
I say. "Now let's go make you guys friends."
"IT WAS A LITTLE
awkward there for a moment when they both realized they
are living in the same building with us," Justin points out.
That
makes me laugh. "Yeah, it was."
Justin
takes my coat and lays it over the arm of our couch. I feel him step closer to
me from behind and his hands land on my shoulders, rubbing the muscles with his
strong fingers.
"They
really reminded me about the first time I saw you," his deep voice rolls.
"It was like being inside a clap of thunder. I felt it everywhere."
His hot
mouth joins his hands and his tongue flicks a spot behind my ear that makes my
knees wobble.
We
haven't been alone lately. All the planning made a lot of late nights and now
that it's over, that part of things, both of us are longing to return to each
other.
This is
our apology.
This is
our celebration.
It's
time for our reunion.
He
pulls my hair aside and my earlobe disappears into his mouth, between his
teeth.
"Justin?"
He lets
my ear slide from his lips. "Yes, Warrior?"
"I
love you."
"And
I adore you," he whispers.
"I
miss you badly," I begin, "but don't be gentle. I don't want
gentle."
His
fingers rub my cheeks softly. "I wasn't going to be, not for much longer,
anyway."
I can
feel him smiling behind me. "Walk," he demands. I know where he wants
me to go but his hands stay on my shoulders the entire time.
It's
silly, but my fingers tremble as I punch the code in. I want him and I know what's
coming.
We step
into the gym and Justin begins undressing us both; something of mine and then
something of his, until we are naked. My nipples start to ache, his hands had
brushed against them several times while he was taking off my top and bra, and
now they're teased and hard with anticipation.
I
wonder what he's going to tie me to as he grabs a few things off the wall. My
clit throbs as I watch the muscles of his ass work when he walks.
Justin
returns and pours a body oil down the front of me, using his other hand to
spread it around. He takes his time on my nipples, pinching them between his
thumb and fingers. Christ! It makes my pussy gush and throb.
His
hand slides down my belly and over my vulva, spreading the oil thoroughly
through my folds. I'm so wet there that I don't really need the lubricant. Justin's
fingers delve into me and he moans.
"You're
so fucking wet already." His face twists up in furious passion like a wolf
about to eat.
He
practically grabs me like a handle as the oil runs down my legs in streams. He
has my G-spot prisoner and that makes him smile. Both of my hands are holding
on to his arm, trying to move it in and out of me in a desperate need for
release, pushing him deeper inside of me.
More
oil runs down my back when he squeezes the bottle again. I feel it running
through the crack of my ass and then Justin tosses the bottle to the floor. His
other hand follows the oil through my ass and I realize there is something else
in his hand. Its stiff rubbery body rubs my anus and begins a gentle
penetration.
I grab
his hand harder, shoving his palm into my clit, jerking my G-spot off with his
fingers. The toy slips deeper into my ass and he twists it gently. He holds me
open and I realize he's pushing the other end of the toy into my pussy. It
pushes into my G-spot while Justin pulls his hand out of the way, leaving the
toy hooked into both of my openings. It doesn't seem to do much else, no
vibrations, just a little pleasant pressure.
Justin
runs his hungry hands over me, massaging and enjoying every inch. "I love
your fucking body so much," his guttural voice rumbles.
His
hard cock looks nearly purple at its tip. I fist it and jerk it quickly before
he can stop me, sliding my other hand over his chest and stomach muscles, then
down to his balls. I move under them, tickling the line of skin to his ass
while he groans loudly. Justin throws his head back in ecstasy and I lean
forward to stuff him into my mouth.
Holy
shit!
When I
move the toy in me pushes and pulls into different areas inside. I wasn't
expecting that.
I suck
and lick the head of his warm hardness, still jerking it toward my mouth. I
want him to unload onto my face while he watches. I want to feel and taste
every inch of his body. I'm feeling the frenzy just like he is.
I want
it all!
His
massive cock swells even larger on my tongue. I dare to move my finger deeper,
touching his ass while I suck on him hard, my cheeks pulling in sharply.
Justin
grabs me by the shoulders. I knew he wouldn't let me take care of him long. He
forces me upright. "Go get me the flogger off the wall,” he demands.
He
didn't usually have me go get the toys, but I automatically obey. As soon as I
move, I understand why.
Christ!
My legs quiver. That toy moves and pokes
with every step, torturing my G-spot.
"How
does that feel?" he asks, teasing.
"Fucking
hot!" Each step threatens to start an orgasm. I can't imagine wearing this
thing all day, I'd cum trying to get to the ladies room. I retrieve the flogger
and walk back to him, breathing in gasps.
Justin
has me lay face down on the leather chair with all the hooks. He doesn't fasten
me to it, so I just lie still and wait. The stiff leather strings of the
flogger run along my back and over my ass. They tickle the backs of my thighs
and knees, even the bottoms of my feet. He grabs the toy stuffed into my warrior
openings, his fingers brushing against my heat, and carefully removes it,
getting it out of his way and replacing it with his fingers.
They
begin pumping in and out of me, stabbing wonderfully at my pleasure zone. My
body pulses with him and it makes my head tingle. His thick legs are now
straddled over mine with his beautiful cock pressed into the calf of my left
leg. He rocks himself, fucking my oily flesh in unbridled passion.
"You're
going to make me cum too soon," I warn.
Justin
laughs. "No—I won't. I'll make you cum exactly when it's time, just like I
always do." Then he snaps the flogger on my ass as punishment for doubting
him.
The
leather straps keep coming, stinging my cheeks until I know they must be
glowing red. The intense tingle follows gravity and slowly drips downward into
my heat and mixes with his furiously busy hand. My breath is short and quick as
if I'm trying to keep up with his pace, and my G-spot must be swollen because I
feel like my sensitivity has tripled and the two fingers he has in me feel more
like three or four.
"GOD!"
I growl and beg. "You're so fucking good Justin. You're just so fucking
good!"
His hand
shakes my entire body, the sight of it drives him crazy. His hardness still
rides my leg, while the flogger gently tickles the tender flesh of my back.
I can't
take much more. Physically, I'm there. And mentally I've been there for hours,
ready for him to release me. My internal warrior begs to let out her battle
cry.
Justin
pulls his hand away and throws the flogger. I hear it skidding away on the
floor as he moves himself, pressing his hot stiffness through my cheeks and
thighs to find my dripping and begging opening.
There's
no struggle. He slides deep into me with a delicious, animal growl, the wide
tip of him perfectly locating my screaming spot. His hips pound me, rocking my
body in tremendously rapid succession. I call out in pleasure and my voice is
broken by him into quick, moaning chops.
Justin
spreads himself out over me; his comforting chest on my back, his arms covering
mine. I can only thrust tiny inches back toward him to meet his fierceness.
I know
he's ready to cum because he's breaking my warrior. She starts her battle cry.
It moves from deep inside my chest to my stomach, sending heaving throbs to my
pussy.
"I'm
cumming, Justin! I'm cumming for you."
His
hips find the strength to go faster. "I want you to explode, Charity! Let
go for me!"
I
listen to what he tells me and I explode as he drills me. Wave after wave of
orgasm ruptures as we both shout together; cumming together, my pleasure and
his twisting and mixing, our bodies sliding with sweat and oil as we drain
ourselves.
My face
is half buried into the chair but I feel his next to mine. His grunting and
convulsing slows before mine has even begun to subside. "Keep cumming,
Warrior. Keep cumming because I'm not done with you yet.”
This
climax has no end, or its ending and new ones beginning so fast that I cannot
sense the difference. His huge cock hasn't softened at all, nor had it slowed.
"Christ!"
I shout.
"Christ!"
"Jesus
Christ!"
I punch
viciously into the chair, praying for it to end and praying for it not to.
Finally, I begin to catch my breath only in the slightest way. Justin feels it,
hears it happening, and suddenly he's off me.
He
grabbed me by the legs and flipped me while my orgasm is still thundering to a
close. I land on my back and watch as he throws my legs over his shoulders.
Justin
face crashes into my soaked heat. There's no concern if his own cum is dripping
from my folds. His strong mouth sucks my swollen clit inside to his hot tongue.
His hands each slide up my slippery body to my breasts, squeezing them, rolling
my nipples between his fingers.
As
always, he knew what I didn't, that another kind of orgasm is sitting right at
the edge ready to leap off, desperate to be pushed. His hard tongue swirls and
stabs at my exposed tip.
And I
howl!
My
fingers dig into the chair. I'm holding on for dear life, trying my best not to
fuck and hump his face away. I want this orgasm—I demand it.
Justin
sucks me harder, pulling my clitoris further and further between his lips. The
beautiful pressure finally rips my orgasm out.
My
screams are silent. I feel my cum gush from me, flushing the mix of our fluids
down his wet chin.
I arch
completely off the chair, riding his mouth, jamming my pussy on his face.
I
really don't give a fuck about anything right now except this climax, about his
magic, talented mouth. I ride it out completely; until my voice returns, until
my gushing stops and until my vaginal muscles can no longer contract.