Author's Chapter Notes:
Happy Thanksgiving Folks!!!!
It’s late, the house quiet and dark, as he and I snuggle close on the couch, watching Conan. Justin’s not a big fan of late night television. Simply because of his past experience with being interviewed by them but we’re not really watching. We’re waiting.
My parents went to bed just after Leno, my mother hugging me and patting Justin’s shoulder affectionately before making her way up the stairs. My father followed suit just moments later, eyeing Justin warily before heading up the stairs and after a few moments of floorboards creaking, all was silent save for the television and the steady beat of Justin’s heart in my ear.
My cheek rests easily against his chest, his arm slung effortlessly around my shoulders, fingers rubbing small circles over my bicep. I can feel my stomach tightening, butterflies tickling in anticipation as we wait. He shifts next to me and I look up at him, finding his eyes on the television, the blue light dancing across his handsome face. He glances down at me a smile tugging at his lips as his nose nuzzles against mine slightly. I nuzzle back, grinning at him, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull myself up a little and I press my mouth to his.
He lets me kiss him for a moment, unmoving, savoring my mouth on his before he brings his hand up and cups my face. His tongue presses past my lips, massaging against mine slowly, tasting me as his hand smoothes my hair back from my face. I press my body close to his, one hand gripping his thigh as I pull myself up on my knees to get better access.
His hands move down to my hips, gripping and pulling me to straddle his thighs. He shushes at me when I try to protest, his hands delving up into my hair and tugging my face down to his. He kisses me deeply, mouth slanting over mine, sucking on my bottom lip slowly. His hands snake down my body, smoothing over my shoulders and down my arms, gripping my hips and pressing me harder into his lap. I moan when I feel him hardening under the denim of his jeans, senses heightened by the fact that this is so very wrong, making out with my…with Justin on my parent’s couch.
“You wanna take this upstairs?” he asks lowly, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip teasingly. “or do you wanna do it right here.”
I gasp and he smirks at me, wiggling his eyebrows and I pinch his nipple through his shirt, causing him to arch his back and hiss, grinning at me cheekily. I pull myself from his lap and he stands, taking my hand as he flicks off the TV and we’re thrown into darkness.
He guides me slowly up the stairs, walking slow so he doesn’t trip and I can feel my stomach fluttering, his words ringing in my ears. Tonight I’m going to fuck you in that bed, you know that right? That’s the thing with Justin. He’s been this way ever since I’ve known him. He can be sweet and caring, and make love to me all night long. But he’s a dirty bastard sometimes, sneaking up behind me and hoisting me up on the counter, fucking me until I can’t stop screaming. Or bending me in half in my childhood bed. I shiver in anticipation.
He pushes open the door to my room and we step inside, him shutting the door behind us with a soft snap. The room is pitch black aside from a thin shaft of light that falls across the floor from the street lamp below let in by the sheer curtains. I feel his hands on my hips, sliding around my waist and reaching for the button on my pants, his lips pressing against my ear, breathing hotly against it. He flicks the button open effortlessly, dragging the zipper down as he presses his face into my hair, inhaling deeply and humming in approval. I sigh, pressing my body back into his as he slips his hands inside the corduroy, causing his palms to meld to the outside of my thighs, trapping him against me. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me, nibbling at my skin as he works my pants down, my arms going up to encircle his neck the best I can, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
“I told you,” he whispers lowly, his hands smoothing up my stomach underneath my sweater. “I was gonna fuck you in this bed.”
I do my best to suppress my giggle. “God, you’re so dirty.”
He chuckles. “You love it,” he whispers hotly, his arms squeezing me gently and I shiver. “You want it just as bad as I do.”
And I do. God, I really fucking do.
His hands are snaking up my stomach, reaching higher and higher towards my chest until he’s pressing his palms to my breasts, letting me feel the heat of his skin through the thin padding of my bra. I kick my pants from my ankles and turn in his arms, grinning when he presses his lips to mine as my fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt. I smooth it off his shoulders, standing on tip toes to kiss his throat, my fingers slipping under the hem of his thin t-shirt.
He hums softly as my finger tips brush over his abs, the soft cotton of his shirt catching at my wrists as I smooth the fabric up his body. He raises his arms and I tug the shirt over his head, letting it fall to the ground discarded. His mouth finds mine in the dark, his nose bumping mine clumsily and I can feel him smile against my lips. My hands wander over his naked torso, moaning at the feel of his skin wrapped tight over hard muscle. He swallows hard as I let my nails skitter from his collarbone to his belly button, his hands squeezing my hips impatiently.
I rise up, my arms circling around his neck and his hands smooth down my thighs before coming back up to grip my ass, his palms warm through the thin lace of my panties. He hums his approval, his fingers squeezing my flesh gently.
“You wore your sexy panties to your parents’ place?” he whispers, his lips against mine and I grin widely. “You are such a fucking tease.”
“Hey,” I chide, laughter in my voice as his hands press me harder against him, his mouth moving from mine, lips brushing my cheek. “It’s not teasing if I plan on letting you take them off.”
He moans softly as my lips slide across his jaw, his hands pulling my body flush against his and I can feel him trapped inside his jeans. My fingers curl against the back of his neck, my fingernails scraping his skin gently and I feel him shiver as goose bumps break out over his skin. His chest rumbles softly, his hands smoothing up my hips and he’s pushing my sweater up, reaching for the hook of my bra and he flicks it open effortlessly. I smile against his neck, sucking his Adam’s apple softly before he pulls me back to tug my sweater over my head, my bra coming with it.
I stand on tip toes again, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, crushing our chests together, skin on skin. I sigh, pressing my cheek to his, savoring the warmth of his body as his hands skim smoothly up and down my back, his lips pressing dry kisses onto my shoulder.
“I want you,” he breathes, his hands holding my hips, fingertips gripping me and I smile against his shoulder, kissing him there softly.
“Good,” I reply, nibbling on his earlobe and he chuckles softly, his stomach quivering against mine before I press my fingertips to his chest and push him back.
I give him a sexy smirk as I back my way towards the bed, stepping into the thin stream of light from the window. I can barely make out him licking his lips in the dark, his hand going to his belt, undoing the buckle. I bite my lip as he flicks open his pants, glancing nervously at the door. He makes a hissing sound meant to draw my attention and I look back at him. He shakes his head at me slowly, stepping into the light and the lust in his eyes is potent, sending a tremor through my body straight to my center.
He hooks his finger under my chin, tilting my face up so he can ravage my mouth. I clutch onto his biceps, whimpering softly against his lips. He can still get me with just one kiss. One kiss is all it has ever taken for me to surrender to him completely. And he knows it too. That bastard.
I pull back panting, hands sliding down his torso, thumbs hooking in the waistband of his jeans. His hands mold the heavy globes of my breasts as I push at the material, sending the denim and the soft cotton of his boxers to the floor.
He kicks them off his legs impatiently, pressing me until my knees hit the mattress and I fall back, the bed squeaking quietly in protest. I tense, my eyes flitting to the door. This is all we need is for someone to walk in on this.
“Hey,” he says softly as he crawls over me and I feel his length brush my thigh. “quit worrying.” He nibbles at my neck. “We’re good at not getting caught.”
“Justin!” I say in a heated whisper and I feel him smile, his hips wiggling so that he rubs against my thigh.
“Shhhh,” he chides softly, his mouth nibbling at my collarbone, “They’ll hear you.”
I narrow my eyes at him, swatting his chest and he grins, his lips descending on mine again, tongue slipping in hotly. His hand is smoothing down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my panties and I gasp as his fingers slide through my wetness, the pad of his middle finger massaging my clit slowly. My mouth falls open, a strangled whimper dying in my throat as he bites my shoulder gently.
I inhale sharply as one long finger penetrates, pressing in slowly, testing my readiness for him. I pant as he works me slowly, pushing and pulling that finger in and out a few times before adding another and my nails bite into his arms to keep from whimpering. He’s sucking at the crook of my shoulder, teeth grazing slightly before licking up the side of my neck, his fingers still working slow, stretching me, making me tremble with want for him, warm and heavy against my thigh.
“J-Justin,” I stutter softly, nails clawing down his arms and his mouth covers mine again.
I whimper at the bittersweet feeling of his fingers leaving my body, missing the friction, but knowing what’s coming will be even better. His thumbs are hooking in my panties, dragging them down my legs and I kick them off when they reach my ankles, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as he settles between my legs.
I hiss, feeling him pressing intimately against me, one arm bracing himself over me as the other rubs himself in my wetness, teasing himself. He hums against my throat, lips kissing and sucking down to the dip of my collarbone and my head falls to the side, eyeing the door again.
“Justin,” I whisper, gasping as I feel him slip the tip in, my fingernails digging in in warning.
“What?” he pants, his voice strained but he does not move.
“We should get under the blankets.”
His forehead falls to my shoulder, a frustrated sound pulling from his throat and I stroke the back of his head apologetically. He pulls back with a sigh and I kiss his forehead quickly as we scoot up the bed, doing my best to push the blankets down so we can slip under them.
I finally lay back, the coolness of the sheets pressing against my heated skin, my head sinking back into the pillow. Justin grunts as he pulls the quilt up around his waist and settles back between my legs again, sighing as he presses against me, his length nestled against my slick folds.
“You know I’m pretty sure anyone who walked in would still know what’s going on,” he pants, his lips brushing mine as he speaks, his hips wiggling slightly.
“You’re gonna talk me out of this if you don’t shut up,” I warn teasingly and he chuckles.
“Oh you’d stop me now?” he asks, his hips pressing to mine and he slides through my slickness, rubbing me torturously and I swallow hard.
I shake my head, my arms wrapping under his to clutch at his back. He chuckles softly, pulling back just enough to position himself and he has to cover my mouth with his to silence my moan as he slides in, the pleasure overwhelming and sometimes it’s hard for me to believe it can still be this good.
I clutch at his back, his palms pressing into the mattress as he settles over me, kissing me deeply. His tongue slides in against mine and I whimper, feeling him deep inside me, just holding and pressing, letting me feel him. I wrench my mouth from his, gasping for air, my head falling to the side and he presses his face into my neck, panting.
“Jesus, Skylar,” he grunts, his breath coming out in a rush against my skin.
I merely hum in response, nails dragging down his back causing him to shiver. He settles himself on his elbows, his belly smooth against mine and he pulls back to kiss me slowly as he tugs back a little before arching his back and penetrating me deeply again.
I whimper softly, hooking my ankles around his calves as he thrusts evenly, his mouth bumping against mine as he grunts softly. He falls into a languid rhythm that’s easy and steady, just letting me feel him, feel the pleasure he gives.
I don’t even realize I’m moaning softly until he shushes me, his hands holding my face, smoothing my hair back and kissing me to muffle the sound. Our breathing has turned ragged, our bodies heating up and all I can concentrate on is his hips bumping mine steadily.
“J-Justin,” I whimper softly and his hand slides around my jaw, shushing me again as the tingle starts in my legs.
He drops his head to my shoulder, rocking harder against me and I bite my bottom lip hard, trying to keep the moan at bay as he nudges that spot inside me. My mouth falls open, a sigh of pleasure rushing out as he digs his teeth into my flesh to muffle his groan and I know its taking every ounce of willpower not to hook his arms under my legs and make me scream for him.
“Oh god,” I pant, feeling my stomach begin to tighten and he pulls back to look at me, his eyes shining through the darkness.
“Am I…” he swallows hard. “Am I gonna have to put my hand over your mouth?” he pants, his nose nuzzling mine and I just press my mouth to his, crushing my moan down to a quiet whimper.
I feel his groan vibrate in his chest, his hips pressing harder into mine and I gasp, forcing my moan down and I’m so close…so close. His hands come up, holding my face as he presses his forehead into mine, my nails digging into the skin over his shoulder blades.
“I got you baby,” he whispers gently, his voice a rush of air against my lips. “let it go. I got you.”
My head tips back, my back arching off the bed and his hand comes up to muffle the sound as I cry out, every muscle in my body tensing as I convulse around him, the pleasure so intense and so intimate and I love him. I love him more than anything, my fingers digging into his back, my thighs squeezing around his hips. I pant hard, gripping his wrist with a trembling hand and he releases his grip on my mouth.
His breathing is hitching hard, still working in and out and I curl my arms between us, holding his face, barely making out his features in darkness. His mouth falls open and he buries his face in my neck, my arms moving to circle his shoulders as he thrusts powerfully into me, my hand delving into the hair at the back of his head. I scratch at his scalp, peppering kisses against the searing flesh of his ear and the side of his face. He whimpers softly, his hands curling around my shoulders and I feel his back go rigid, biting my shoulder brutally as he comes hard, rushing warmly into me.
He relaxes, letting his weight settle over me and I hug him tight, kissing along his shoulder. He’s panting hard as he pulls back, his breath tickling my flesh, stinging where his teeth sunk in. He kisses the spot tenderly, apologetically and my nails scratch at his scalp soothingly, telling him its okay.
His mouth finds mine again and I hiss as he pulls out, rolling into his side and pulling me with him, allowing me to settle weakly against his chest. He tucks my head under his chin, his fingers combing lazily through my hair and we struggle to catch our breaths. He chuckles slightly.
“What?” I ask, lifting my head a little to nuzzle against his throat and he turns his head, looking off to the side of the bed.
“Bun Bun may just be traumatized for life.”
I scoff, slapping his shoulder and he laughs, his chest vibrating with it. I press my lips to the middle of his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin under my lips. He hums in approval, his hand smoothing over my hair as I rest my cheek over his heart, my fingers lining with his ribs.
“So, I’m the first guy in this bed?” he prods, his fingers working through my hair lazily.
I smirk. “Yes.”
“So you went to his place then?” he asks, his voice light but there’s a cautious edge to it. My brow furrows in confusion.
“Huh?” I ask looking up at him, barely making out his face in the dark.
“You went to his place when you cashed in your v-card?” he grins, poking me in the ribs and I squirm.
“No,” I reply defensively and he quarks his eyebrow at me.
“Really?” he asks and looks up at the ceiling perplexed. He cuts his eyes at me. “You didn’t lose it the backseat of his car did you?”
“No, I’m not a slut thanks,” I giggle, my palm rubbing against his skin, enjoying teasing him a little.
“Hotel room on prom night?” he prods and I roll my eyes.
“No.”
“Why won’t you tell me,” he whines, his fingers scratching against my ribs tickling me lightly. I giggle as he yawns.
“Why do you want to know?” I ask, the pad of my forefinger circling his nipple and he shifts beneath me.
“You know how I lost mine,” he argues the end of his sentence nearly drowned out by a yawn.
I smirk, pressing a kiss to his chest again and look up to find his eyelids heavy, a lazy smile pulling at his lips. I just watch him for a moment as he fights sleep, his eyes opening before fluttering shut again. I smile softly, pressing my mouth to his gently before resting my cheek against his chest again and fall asleep to the steady thud of his heart.
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