Tired of Talking
So we did it again
Knowing we should quit it
But we simply won't admit it again
Oh it feels good, it's so good, but I won't do it again
It's so dramatic again
After we go at it, we get mad then we go at it again
Oh I love it, then I hate it, she's my favorite again
I'm wasting time
2002
Justin gently shut the door behind him as he stepped into the dim bedroom. He glanced down at his watch. One-thirty AM. He had lost track of time in the studio. He took his jacket off and tossed it to the floor as he made his way to the bed.
Without taking of his shoes off, he got into the bed, and slid closer to her. Her back was to him and he was sure she was asleep, but that did not stop him, from sliding one arm around her waist, and resting his chin on top of her shoulder and pressing his cheek against her soft one. He wanted to hold her, feel her.
Nicole didn’t say a word, but she placed one hand over the arm that was wrapped around her, and shifted slightly.
Justin tighten his grasp on her, and bend down and kissed the side her face, letting his lips linger on her cheek. He closed his eyes, listening to the steady tone of her breathing. “I’m going to fix this Nicky.” he whispered into her ear. “I’m sorry.” He was talking and he wasn’t even sure she was awake. “I would never intentionally hurt you.”
He felt her stir in his arms. “Justin?” she asked groggily, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Did you just get in?” she asked him, blinking a few times trying to focus on his face.
Justin tangled his fingers with hers, and held her tighter. He wasn’t going to let her leave him just yet. “Yea.” he whispered.
“Hmm.” she mumbled, letting herself relax in his arm. “What time is?”
“A little past one thirty.” he replied. Relieved that she was still letting him touch her. Hold her. Relieved that she was talking to him. Then again, he had been in the studio for most of the day and he was positive she had spent the day with Rachael. He frowned. Great, he knew he would be getting an earful from his cousin for his behavior the night before. “Did Rachael make it okay?”
He felt her snuggle closer to his body. “Hmm, hmm.”
Justin shut his eyes as he pressed his cheek to hers again. “Good.” he murmured. After a few moments of silence, Justin licked his lips and spoke. “Are you okay?”
Nicole glanced over her shoulder to stare at him. She let out small sigh, and as she looked away from him. “You talked to Trace didn’t you?” she paused. “Why couldn’t you just drop it?”
“Because its you.” he answered honestly. Nicole once again, glanced over her shoulder and locked eyes with him, not saying a word. After a few moments Justin continued. “And because its hard to drop it when I had the constant reminder of getting slap every time I open my mouth in the studio...” he half-joked. “It still fucking hurts.”
Nicole couldn’t help but smile. “Good.” she said to him, her eyes gleaming. “You deserved it.”
Good. At least she was talking to him now. Not yelling, but talking. He’d take it. He leaned in closer to her, and whispered into her ear. “I know its not much, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry…” pressing a light kiss on the side of her cheek.
“Cant-” she started, rolling over completely to face him. She looked up at him. “Cant we just drop it?” she whispered. She sighed. “It happened…”
Justin couldn’t help himself, he leaned back down, cupped her face with one hand and captured her lips with his in a long kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and heard her moan in appreciation. After a few moments, she broke away.
“J…” she whispered, licking her lower lip, and running her fingertips over his cheek.
“I don’t like having you mad at me.” he whispered back, pressing his forehead against hers. “I don’t. Let me fix it.” swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn’t know how she did it. He didn’t understand the affect she had on him. Even after so many years.
She gave him a small smile. “I’m not mad at you. I was. Things happen J.” lightly planting a kiss on his cheek.
No. Justin knew better. She could try and mask it as much as she wanted to. But he knew things were still off. He gave her a light frown. “So you say we drop it. But I know its something that will be brought up in the future-”
Nicole wrinkled her nose. “Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s the truth Nic.” he stated. “We’ll have some fight in the future and you’ll somehow find a way to bring it back up.”
Nicole pulled away from his embrace, sitting up. “Were not together.” she reminded him. “You made that clear last night.” she mumbled.
Justin groaned and tossed his head back, landing in between pillows. “God damn it. What do you want?”
“What do you mean ‘what do I want?’” She asked, glancing down at him.
“I mean, you get mad at me for hitting on someone else, and now your telling me that were not together.” sitting up, and facing her. “I mean. What. Do. You. Want.” locking eyes with her and emphasizing every word. “Because how can you get mad at me for hitting on someone else, when you keep telling me that you don’t want us to be together. I don’t get it Nic.” he paused. “And to be honest, its driving me fucking crazy. Completely, absolutely crazy! But here I am. Because I want you. No matter what, I want you.” he finished.
She blinked. “Since I’m driving you crazy, I should just go-” lifting herself off the bed.
Justin quickly reached for her arm and let out a small laugh. “No” laughing again. “You cant do that.”
“Do what?” she asked in an annoyed voice. “And what’s so fucking funny?”
“This.” he said pointing at himself then at her. “Us. Or not us.” He pulled her back down to the bed. “This whole thing is just…amusing.” He paused. “I want you Nicole. You know that. And I know you want me too. Why else would you have gotten so pissed last night?”
She free herself from his grip. “I thought you didn’t remember anything from last night?” she spat out.
He leaned in to her. “I don’t.” he replied simply. She only wrinkled her nose at him. “But just because I don’t remember doesn’t mean I don’t know.” giving her a knowing smile.
“Right. Of course.” she said dryly. “Because you know everything?”
Justin leaned in over closer to her, planting a brief kiss on her lips. “No. Because I know you.” Pulling back from her, and pushing himself back against the headboard.
Nicole licked her lips. “You do?” she asked him the tone of her voice changing. “If that were true, then we wouldn’t be talking about this anymore, now would we?” Before Justin had the chance to respond, Nicole straddled him. Bringing her face to his, capturing his lips and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Nicole-”
She broke from his lips. “What? I’m tired of talking J.” Kissing him again. “And it seems like lately that’s all we do.” Sucking on his lower lip gently. “And to be honest, I don’t want to talk. I don’t.” The kiss deepening again.
“Nicole…” he repeated, only that time it was growl. Fuck, he wanted to talk. They needed to talk. But damn, she felt so good sitting on his lap. So good. He broke from her lips, and licked his own, his hands reaching out to stroke her thigh, his long index finger tracing the line of her panties from her inner thigh to her hip. “Babe…” he murmured. She looked so sexy, sitting there, in her cotton nightgown, her hair messy as she rocked against him slightly, desperate for some form of friction.
“I’m serious J. I don’t want to talk anymore.” her hands making their way to his jeans. “Talking doesn’t get us anywhere…” Licking her lips as she unbutton his jeans, and pulled down his zipper.
“And this does?” he asked, his eyes falling down to his now unzipped pants. His cock twitching slightly. She looked up at him through her lashes not saying a word as she moved her hair away from her face with one free hand. He cursed under his breath. “Your not making this easy Nic.” he accused, his hands absently cupping her face. “What the fuck I am going to do with you?” he whispered. Moving his hands smooth under her cotton nightgown and she raised her arms to help him remove the fabric. “We still need to talk…” he mumbled, not sounding convincing at all.
She gave him a sly grin ignoring his last statement. “I can think of a few things you could do with me…”
Justin just looked at her for a moment, eyes falling over her form. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips. “Damn girl. I can think of a few too.” he told her.
“Do you still want to talk?“ she asked him, feeling his hands slide up her stomach, moving to cup both of her breasts in his large hands, massaging slowly. Grinding her hips harder into his stomach as his thumb and forefinger plucked at her nipples, rolling them and pinching them until they ache with pleasure. A low whimper escaped her lips. “Because to be honest, so far your doing a pretty good job of making it up to me…” she half-joked. “Oh god.” she murmured, as his lips brushed warm kisses over breasts.
Justin’s tongue circled her nipple causing her to gasp again. “This is what we do best right Nicky?” he murmured. His tongue continued to circled and teased her nipple, sucking into it with his mouth, making her whimper for what seemed the thousand time. His hand rubbed her other breast, gently kneading its softness.
Nicole let out a sigh. “What’s that?” Pulling his shirt over his head.
“This.” he stated. “Getting lost…” trailing off. “I get lost in you, and even though I keep telling myself not to…I cant stop it.” His lips pressing against her throat.
“I know what you mean.” she breathed. She pulled away and faced him. “I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have slapped you. I had no right to.”
He smirked. “I thought we were done talking about that?” Watching her slid lower down his body. “What are you doing now?” His heart racing rapidly, because he already knew the answer.
“We aren’t talking about it anymore… but I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have done it.” Licking her lips, and kneeling on the bed, smirking as she leaned down, exhaling deeply. “I need to get these off Justin.” she told him in a conversational tone. He was still in his jeans.
“I‘m not stopping you.” he answered back smirking down at her.
She looked up at him and glared. “You’re an ass you know that?”
“I know, but somehow your still here…” he answered his voice changing again and lifting himself high enough for Nicole to roll the jeans off his hips.
“Yea, well. What can I say,” tossing his jeans to the floor. “I’m a sucker for punishment.” Taking in a large breath as he now laid completely naked on the bed. Damn, he was a beautiful man.
“Hmm…a sucker…yes…” he mused, watching her, as she watched his semi-hard on.
“Your so funny…” she said dryly, but exhaling once again, right over his shaft and watched it twitch against his thigh. She glanced up at his face when he hummed slightly, his face scrunching up before relaxing again. Nicole grin, flicking her tongue out against the head and his hips twitched forward a little.
Justin only clinched his jaw.
Nicole took him into her mouth completely and felt him grow instantly, growing rock hard in almost an instant. She felt his hand dig into her hair, as she kept her mouth on him, the head of his cock throbbing against the back of her throat as she just swivel her tongue around him.
“Nic…holy fuck…babe…” he moaned when she slid her lips off him, his dick slipping from her mouth with a loud pop. She was so good at that…
“I guess I am a sucker.” she said to him a low voice.
“Girl…” he growled, tugging her back up to his body.
She straddled him again, and he moaned feeling the heat of her center through her panties. Nicole let out a shaky breath, and whispered before kissing him. “I really am sorry.” stroking his cheek. “I guess…” trailing off as her lips fully covered his in a deep hard kiss, tongues gently teasing in and out of each others mouth.
“I’m sorry too.” Justin whispered breaking away from her mouth. “Like I said-this is what we do, right?” He brought his hands down her body, hooking his fingers in the waist band of her panties and Nicole leaned back and raised her hips, supporting herself back on her arms as he pulled them down her thighs.
Nicole let a sigh and licked her lips. “Uh, uh. And as much as I want it to stop…I cant seem to…or want to…” swallowing the lump in her throat. Letting out a laugh. “We are so-”
“Fucked up.” Justin finished for her, laughing as she kicked her legs out to uncurl her panties, struggling to get the underwear completely off. When she finally did, he tossed them aside and Nicole resumed her position of straddling his stomach, watching his pupils dilate as Nicole rubbed her silkiness against the muscular of his abdomen. Justin growled. “Fucked up or not. I want you Nicole. I want you over and over again.”
Nicole closed her eyes for a second. “I want you too Justin…” Opening her eyes, and locking them with his blue ones. “I keep telling myself to stop this-but I cant.” she moaned. “I wont.” Watching him sit up even more, his back against the headboard as she straddled his lap, trapping his dick between her wet folds and his stomach.
Justin’s eyelids fluttered before leaning in to cover his lips on her. His tongue reached out for Nicole, sliding wetly against her own as his hands, large and warm slipped up her back to hold her more firmly in place and against him. “I’ve tried.” he growled into her mouth. “Every time we do this I tell myself its going to be the last time.” His lips leaving her mouth, and landing on her throat. “Fuck, I try…you have no idea how many times I’ve tried. I try to fight you, but I cant let you go.”
Nicole sighed, and raised her hips a little until she felt the tip of his cock pressed at her entrance, she moaned cupping his face in her hands as she kissed him hard sinking down onto him. A low grunt escaped from his throat as he ripped his mouth away from hers, his head falling back against the headboard with a thump. “Don’t fight it baby. Not right now…“ she said with a grin at him, stroking the side of his face with her warm palms, and just sat there, him cock inside her, his arms wrapped around her, holding you close. “Don’t fight it Justin…” licking her lips.
“Girl…” he murmured. “I know better than to fight this with you.” a tone of amusement in his voice.
Nicole let out a small giggle as started to raise her hips, as he stilled leaned back against the headboard. She practically felt him throbbing inside her. All she wanted to do was move just a little…just a little and she was sure the waves of pleasure would roll through her.
But Justin seemed to have other ideas as his hand went to Nicole’s hips to hold her steady.
“J-Justin.” she stuttered, swallowing and hanging her head back.
“Hold on baby girl.” he managed to say. Feeling her clit pressed against his hipbone, knowing that one move from her would make him loose complete and utter control.
“Babeee….” she whined, running her fingers through his soft hair. “Babyyyy.” she whined again.
“I want this to feel good.” he murmured.
Nicole instinctively began to roll her hips against his. “J-” she started, taking his lips with hers. “you always make this feel good.” moaning the last part. He was so lost in the kiss that he forgot to hold on to her . She sighed into his mouth. “So good.” she repeated. Feeling the first waves of satisfaction roll out into her body, his cock pressed deep into her, stretching her swollen walls. His fingers digging as Nicole moved up and down against him, his head still resting back against the headboard, eyes tight shut, mouth slightly open.
“Oh fuck Nicky.” he muttered. His hard cock sliding slowly inside her wetness. Nicole stopped, holding there for a moment, squeezing around him. “Why the hell are you stopping now?” he demanded in a strained voice.
She made a humming sound deep in her throat. “I want to feel you.”
Justin only groaned.
She began moving on him again, slow and languid feeling him, and concentrating on how full he made her feel, how fucking hot and thick he was as he slid completely into her, hitting the spot that sent shivers all the way down to her spine. She felt his hands pushing in her, gripping at her hips, guiding her along his hard length, small groans and grunts leaving his lips.
“Do you feel me now?“ he managed to spat out.
Nicole pressed her forehead to his, feeling her orgasm beginning to build. “Hmmm…I feel you J.” Shutting her eyes, trying to hold it back, wanting it to last as long as possible. But Justin wasn’t helping, his hand pressed her down harder onto him, her swollen clit grinding and rubbing against his hipbone. “Jussttiiiinn…” she whimpered.
“Oh shit.” he growled under his breath. His lips finding her neck once again, causing her to gasp in pleasure. “Is that good?“ he asked.
Nicole gave him a brief nod, feeling his hands slide warmly up her back to cup the back of her head fingers delving into her loose hair.
“You close?” he asked in a low voice. Tugging her head back, his warm lips still pressed to her throat, and using his hand that were still on her back to press her harder against his hot chest.
“Yes…” she hissed. “I’m close. Soo close.” She felt the urgency as her body responded, feeling the heat growing inside. Her hands found his chest, her nails digging in as she threw her head back.
“C’mon girl. Take what you want.” he urged in a strained voice.
“Oh yes, Justin…” she gasped. Her eyes closed, concentrating on his feel. Sliding in and out, over and over. Her legs trembled around him. His head was back, her back was arched. Suddenly his mouth found her nipple, pulling it between his lips, sucking on it.
“Ride me baby. Don’t fucking stop till you get what you need.” Justin grunted out.
Oh god, that was it. She couldn’t hold back. She didn’t want to.
She felt the orgasm building again, stronger this time, her stomach trembling with the first waves of it. Her muscles tensed. Her orgasm washed over her, her wetness flooding his cock. He growled, thrusting up hard, once, twice, and then he came. Hot liquid exploded from him, filling her. His body rocked up to her. Pushing deep inside as she grinded down against him. Her mouth found his, kissing him hungrily.
Justin’s lips found her throat once again, trying to steady his breathing. After a few moments of silence Justin spoke up. “I’m going to pull out.”
Nicole looked up and locked eyes with him and gave him a small shake of her head. “No…” she whispered. Resting her forehead against his. “Not yet. I want to stay like this…just for a little awhile.” swallowing the lump in her throat, and letting him wrap his arms around her, as he slid back down to the pillows, their bodies still connected.
So we fake it again
I think we're gonna blow it, and we know it
But she's naked again
We get wasted, then I taste it, then I waste it again
I can't invite her again
'Cause she'll go from a lover to a fighter And I'll fight her again
So it's over, but I told her to come over again
I'm wasting time
Author's Chapter Notes:
credit Lyrics to:
John Legend's "Another Again"
Story Tags: friendsturnedlovers
