“I think Gavin’s pretty upset that you hit him like that,” Christine struggled not to laugh hours later as she stumbled unsteadily through the sand on bare feet while Justin walked at her side, her flip flops in one hand along with his keys, with an arm secured around her small waist to keep her balanced. “That was pretty raw but you probably shouldn’t have hit him like that.”
“How would you have liked me to hit him?” he asked despite himself with a self-serving smirk written into his features.
“Repeatedly about the neck and shoulder areas is how I would have liked you to hit him but that, sweetheart, is completely wrong of me to say so…”
“He hurt you that bad?”
“No,” she shook her head over-dramatically and puffed out her lips. “I don’t even like him and right now I’m pretty sure that I never did. I was just pretty bored so I figured, what the hell, all these other girls like him so let me give him a shot and boy did that backfire on me. He’s a slut.”
“Mm,” Justin decided to steer clear of conversations on sluts seeing as he didn’t have the most honorable career in the field. “We should probably try to find your girlfriend since it looks like everyone is heading out.”
“Yeah, where is she?” Christine paused in her drunken stumbling to peer around at her surroundings. The beach was still pretty packed but everyone was clearing out. It had to be close to two AM and they couldn’t press the police too much in letting them get away with a bonfire and boozing on public grounds. “Ooh, look there she is!” she pointed fervently.
Justin turned his head to spy a vivacious blond riding piggy-back on some muscle bound man. Even from the distance he could tell she was gorgeous but he was already secure in his belief that he was babysitting the finest their circle had to offer. He made a face when Christine began to call out to her loudly. The blonde’s head perked up to attention and once finding the pair with her eyes she instructed her horse to head in their direction.
“Hey, baby cakes!” her voice was laced with liquor. “Where are we heading now?”
“Shit, home? I don’t know,” Christine shrugged her shoulders as her eyes began to wander the expanse of Justin’s bare torso, up his neck, and to his handsome face. “You have to work in the morning?”
“Girl, I don’t have a job!” Zephyr laughed loudly unaware that the question wasn’t even posed toward her.
Christine shook her head and waited for Justin’s attention to focus in on her, “well?”
“Not until late…why do you ask?”
“Were you in a rush to get home or would you mind hanging out with us for just a little while longer?”
“That’s fine,” he lied though all he wanted to do was go back home and crash. Zephyr and her companion were obviously tipsy as was Christine. Being the only sober one in the bunch was not the most fun in the world to have. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know,” she shook her head and stared at her best friend, “maybe back to my house? We can all hang out in the guesthouse for a while until we’re straight.”
“What about your car?” Justin questioned.
“It can stay here. I can have my mom or someone bring me back later when I’m alright to drive and pick it up. Is that alright?”
“Sweet,” Zephyr didn’t wait to hear the answer before directing her newly acquired friend to the parking lot with the mass of young adults heading toward their cars.
“She can ride with Dan,” Christine informed as they commenced their walk together. “Did you have fun outside of that incident when you got here?”
“Besides that and all of these girls out here gawking at me, yes, I had fun with you.” Justin confessed candidly and shifted his arm up around her shoulders instead of around her waist. He felt a warmness sweep through him as she tightened his arm around her and interlocked her fingers with his. “What are we doing at your house? Isn’t your mom going to be there?”
“My mom will be asleep and I’m twenty-two years old, fella, and that guesthouse is mine. I do what I want.”
“Alright, alright, settle down there, Mighty Mouse,” he laughed. “I was just asking. I wasn’t sure how she’d feel with me spending the night with you.”
“Mm, so you’re going to stay over?”
“I did not say that,”
Christine shrugged, “but you want to.”
Justin rolled his eyes with a nervous laugh as they finally stepped onto the pavement and neared his car. “Don’t try to read me this soon into it, Christine, please? Let’s just go with it and see what happens?”
“Hey, I’m not twisting your arm here. I was just asking a simple question that deserved a simple answer.”
Justin turned her around to face him in his arms. “Yes, Christine, I want to spend the night with you but I’m not going to do that. I’m on my period right now so…”
“Shut up!” she swatted her hand against his chest in laughter and slid out of his arms. “Where is your car, you doofus?”
“The white one right there,” he nodded forward with his head and followed casually after her. “Baby,”
“Ooh, I like that! Yes, baby?” she spun around on the balls of her feet and cocked her head to the side to look at him.
“You want me to spend the night with you?”
“I’m on my period so I don’t know how that would benefit you,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.
“You are so bopped right now aren’t you?” he gave her the once over with his eyes as he passed by to disengage the car alarm and open the door for her.
“I’ll be sober by the time we get to my place.” Christine assured and stepped into his car. “Trust me?”
“Do I have any other choice?”
“No,” she shook her head with a grin.
“I didn’t think so,”
The car ride back to the Davenport mansion was filled with silence. Christine had curled into a ball against the door with the cool temperature of the window lulling her into a light sleep. Justin leaned back and casually drove his luxury automobile with one hand while stealing as many glances at her as he could. He was infatuated and he would be the first to admit it. The night out had given him a rush and he wasn’t sure if it was because it was the first time in years he had actually been out on a real date or if the energy between them had just been that damn intense.
He sucked the right side of his bottom lip into his mouth as the motion of the car paused at a stoplight. Her long hair fell lightly over the side of her face yet he could clearly make out her long, dark eye lashes kissing the tops of her creamy honey-toned cheeks. Her full lips were parted slightly in her sleep and he couldn’t help but to imagine what it would feel like to really kiss them. He had stolen a peck earlier in the night but it had been little more than that. It wasn’t even something that he would remember as time marched on but a genuine kiss from those lips? It made him tingle inside.
When he had gotten off of the phone with her earlier and had gotten dressed he didn’t have a clue what he was doing. His logical side told him not to be a fool and not to show up. Who cared if Cynthia’s little princess was upset at him for ditching out? He was no one’s babysitter and he sure wasn’t going to set his naked ass cheeks above the flame just for some cheap thrill. The other side of him, though? The other side wanted to know her. It wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to know every facet of her beautiful mind. Did they have the same things in common? Would she bring something new to his life? He went back and forth between those two sides for hours while Damien sat idly at the foot of the bed cleaning the pads of his paws with his rough little tongue.
As much of an asshole as Justin was he did call her several times during the process of his deliberation to ensure that she wasn’t awaiting his arrival. He didn’t much enjoy the idea of her sitting there with wide doe eyes peering into every foreign car hoping to see his face. If she picked up at least he could deliver her the lie as to why he wouldn’t be showing up that night. When she didn’t respond to his calls he felt obligated to go, if only for a moment, so that she didn’t have to hear a message in the middle of the night.
So he had gone to north beach that night with innocent intentions. He sat parked close to the beach, watched the young adults frolic about the beach as if they were on spring break, and worked out the words that he would say when he saw her. He thought about Edna’s blood curdling performance and how she had paid him off so that she’d never have to see him again. It was a weird thought to think but there it was as he sat idly in his car killing time separating himself from Christine. When his eyes had happened upon her sitting at the heart of the party with the flames of the bonfire illuminating her beauty in soft light his heart stopped beating. He literally felt his appendages drop in body temperature from the lack of blood circulating. If it hadn’t been for the phone call he probably would have slipped away into death there in that moment.
“Speak,” his voice was flat as he answered the call.
“Where are you?”
“How would it be your business?”
Amelia snickered into the phone, “Done with Edna already?”
“Yes,” he answered and slunk back against the driver’s seat of his car. “Looking for sloppy seconds?”
“You’ve never been a sloppy anything,” she commented, “but I was curious if you were available for the evening. A little last minute itch has struck me.”
“Mm, as much as I would like to scratch that itch for you I’ve already picked up another gig.”
“Ah, is it that greedy Martha Pullman?”
“No,” he shook his head slowly in the darkness. “Don’t concern yourself with who she is. Did you need to schedule something for a later date?”
“JR, when was the last time I’ve actually scheduled any of our appointments? You know you’re always at my beck and call,” her voice held a sinister tone to it and he didn’t take kindly to it at all.
“Don’t act brand new with me, Amelia. I care about you but I’ll drop you from the roster like the next bitch at the drop of a dime.”
“I’m sure you would. Stay out of trouble,” the line went dead and he took the moment to turn the phone off completely as to avoid anymore problematic calls for the rest of the evening. Chucking it into the backseat he decided that then was the time for action. He opened the car door, stepped outside, removed the tank top that he had been wearing to a symphony of whistles from the ladies nearby, and once securing his personal belongings inside set off to meet with the woman of the hour.
After he had caught up with her, apologized for his infraction, and formed a new hole in her ex-boyfriend’s face the pair took a long walk along the shoreline together under the light of the moon. She was seriously intoxicated but that didn’t stop the brain cells from firing off in her head. The conversation was to die for and it was a brilliant revelation to know that there was a sound mind inside of that Amazonian body.
Christine wanted to be an actress but she modeled on the side to make her money. She had a passion for stepping into someone else’s life and feeling their emotions and understanding their minds. She told him that she had taken a few courses in psychology to further understand the workings of the human mind and that it really brought an all new aspect to her acting. She’d done a few shows here and there and her monologues had gotten the attention of casting directors in the area. Her problem was that she had an acute case of stage fright.
“I freeze up sometimes and I honestly have no idea as to why,” she confessed as he skipped a stone across the surface of the water. “I think I’m a pretty aggressive and straight-forward type of person…”
“There’s definitely nothing coy about you,” Justin added with a smirk as she spoke.
“That’s why it’s so crazy that sometimes all out of nowhere I get these panic attacks. I’ll forget the line that I’m supposed to be reciting or I’ll start trembling…it’s something that has worked for me in some of the emotional scenes I’ve tried out for,” she joked, “but that’s something you just can’t allow to happen in acting.”
“Have you thought about getting a coach? I’m sure there are some exercises or methods someone with seasoned training could help offer you.”
“No, I haven’t done that yet,” she shrugged her shoulders despondently. “Hey, so what did you think about my mother? She’s cool, right?”
“She’s a sweetheart,” Justin answered. “You look a light like her but your personality is out of this world. You must have gotten that from your father or something.”
“You obviously don’t know my mother then,” she laughed. “We’re just alike. She was probably quiet when she met you because she didn’t know what to make of you just yet.”
“Possibly,” he shoved his hands into the pockets of his trunks and let his eyes fall over her as the moonlight bathed her skin. “What’s it like?”
“What is what like?”
“Living out here…being a part of all of this naturally?”
“Damn, I don’t know,” she gave him a half smile and raked her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face. “I guess we pretend to live like rock stars out here. We’re always a part of the scene but we’re all pretty disillusioned. When you grow up with it it’s not as spectacular as it is to those that didn’t. The parties and everything are cool but it’s so much keeping up of appearances that it gets really draining.”
“What would you want to do to be different then? Like,” his eyes rolled up toward the sky as he thought of what words to say. “If there was anything that you would love to do that was completely out of the ordinary for you what would it be?”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly,” he nodded.
“Wow, um, I guess I’d like to…” she took a moment to deliberate her answer in her mind, “this is going to sound really stupid but just like shit that normal people do. I want to go to a Pizza Hut with a whole bunch of rowdy people, go to a real house party, go to a fucking Laundromat to wash my clothes with a roll of quarters…just really basic shit…I’d love that.”
“You’re fucking weird as shit,”
“Justin!”
Christine stirred in her light sleep and her eyes began to flutter as the car eased back to life with the change of the traffic light. Stretching a bit she sat up straight in her seat and peered out of the windshield at the passing scenery of small boutiques and spotless streets. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as his fingers adjusted the knobs of the stereo system. A familiar R&B song began to filter softly through the speakers piquing her attention.
Girl, I knew from the first time we said hello that you were special
You always said that I’m no good, I’m ghetto, but just ‘cause I’m hood
It don’t mean that I’m out here trying to get with every girl
I’m just looking for that someone that I can share my world
Please, understand me, baby, look into my eyes
I ain’t playin with you, girl, I gotta get you…
“Who sings this song?” she asked gently as she was sure he still believed that she was asleep.
“Hmm, oh, this is Lloyd. I’m not usually into this soft shit but one of my friends hipped me to it and I think he has a few cuts on this album.” He responded and glanced over at her briefly before shifting his attention back onto the road.
“What do you know about being hood, though? Isn’t everyone in Sylvia’s prestigious family filthy rich and upper crust?”
“If that were true why do you think you’ve only recently met me?”
Christine nodded her head slowly. “So you’re like the family’s dirty little secret?”
“Definitely a secret,” he conceded and sucked in a breath of air sharply as her fingertips grazed the exposed skin of his forearm. He turned to her for a second longer than he should have while driving as her fingers slid down to his wrist, gingerly turned over his hand that had been on his lap, and laced her fingers with his.
“I’m good at keeping secrets,” she whispered and he drew his bottom lip into his mouth to wet it with his tongue at her words.
She didn’t know what she was getting herself into at that moment and perhaps he truly didn’t know either at that point. Justin was a man that belonged to no single woman yet belonged to them all. Christine was a wolf in sheep’s clothing but even her bite didn’t carry the venom that the snakes that Justin performed for could administer. Nothing about either of them was pure but this moment? This moment was the cleanest thing that either of them had ever touched.
“What are you going to do about your friend when she gets to the guesthouse?” he asked with his eyes back on the road but his face still tilted toward hers. His thumb rubbed over her thin fingers gently as he spoke.
“She’s not coming,” Christine’s voice was barely above a whisper.
No more questions were asked…
A wave of nausea swept over Justin’s body at the sight of The Davenport mansion at the curve of the hill. If he hadn’t checked into reality earlier that night he definitely was reminded of the stakes as the estate came into view. He physically tensed at the thought of the consequences of his careless actions and had to ask himself internally what he was doing it for. Christine seemed like a wonderful girl and he was more attracted to her than he had been to anyone in his entire life but what did that account for? There were other sexy girls out there in the world and when he was ready to settle down he would find one. Bedding this young woman was not that serious for him. If it was about getting some he got it on a regular basis. He’d live without seeing her another day.
Christine’s brows furrowed quizzically as his fingers unlaced from hers. She watched him sit up in the driver’s seat and the relaxed mood that had been set between them disappeared into thin air. The softness of his cerulean eyes transformed into an unsettling darkness and the instant physical change made the tiny hairs on her arms stand on end.
“What’s wrong?” she asked despite herself and stared at his profile when there was no return to her question.
Justin shook his head slowly as the car neared the front gates. “I don’t think this was the wisest decision for us to come back here.”
“Why do you say that?”
He shrugged his shoulders elusively, “I just met you today and I’m already crazy about you but that doesn’t justify my spending the night with you. It shouldn’t be that easy.”
“It’s not a game so what does it matter if it’s easy or if it’s hard? We’re both adults so we’re free to make those decisions.”
“You’re absolutely right so my decision is not to do this.”
The coldness in his voice sent a chill through her but she wasn’t fool enough to let him know that his words were affecting her, “fine then. You can drop me off at the gate.”
“I can take you all the way up…”
“I said you can drop me off at the gate,” she repeated with a harshness of her own and rolled her eyes as his jaw tightened in agitation.
“Don’t be a fucking bitch about it. Trust me that in the long run this will be better if we don’t even try this me and you thing.”
“Who said anything about there being me and you? We just met and we’ve only hung out this one time. Don’t think I fucking fell for you in a matter of hours. You’re not that fucking irresistible.”
Justin shook his head slowly and tried not to fly off the handle. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t misinterpret my warning as my not being attracted to you or wanting to investigate where this would go. I’m just saying that it would be safer for us both…”
“Are you that bad of a person?” she folded her arms over her chest. “Are you some fucking criminal that I have to beware of?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then what is it that you’re saying? I’m a big girl, Justin, and I’m capable of making my own decisions and handling my own.”
“Really, Christine, you have no idea what you’d be getting into dealing with me.”
“Likewise,” she stated curtly and stared straight ahead as he pulled the car to a stop at the side of the road a few feet away from the front gate of her parents’ home. “Thanks for coming out,”
“Christine,”
“Maybe my mother can help you reach out to the community a little better than I can. She’ll call you,” she cut him off and threw open the car door. In an instant she was outside of the vehicle slamming it shut and quickly making her way to the gate.
Justin leaned his head back against the headrest and watched her through the slits of his eyes from beneath his long lashes. He was definitely feeling something for this girl but the risk was way too high for him. He had rules that had to be adhered to for his survival. He had no intention on giving up his career. Love would have to wait and it could definitely be on hold until he found it. This girl was just a crush and nothing more than that…at least that was what he told himself as he watched her fingers dance over the security keypad to grant herself entrance into her residence.
“Don’t be mad,” his voice was full of remorse as he eased the car up the street and brought it to a stop behind her.
“I’m being a bitch, right? Isn’t that what you said?” she questioned without turning to face him though she did pause in entering the security codes.
Justin chose to ignore her words. “Can I just see you another day?”
“No you may not,”
“Fuck, Christine, I’m trying to reason with you!”
“Do you have a girlfriend or something? A last minute attempt at easing your conscious hitting you?” she whirled around to face him just so that she would be able to see his face when he lied.
“No, I do not have a girlfriend. My life is extremely complicated right now and I don’t want to end up hurting you or your family. That’s all there is to it.”
“Then what was the point in driving all the way back up here with me if you were just going to ditch out and make me feel like an asshole for even wanting to do the things that were in my mind?”
“Those things were on both of our minds and I don’t know why I came all the way up here. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was just thinking about being with you.”
“What changed that?”
“I don’t want to disrespect your mother by fucking her daughter especially not within the same twenty-four hours of being introduced.”
“You’re not dating my mother. You don’t owe her shit.”
He wanted to tell her that she was right. He wasn’t dating Cynthia but he sure as hell had been fucking her for the passed few months. If he started nailing her daughter too what kind of person did that really make him? Not only then would he be a prostitute but then he’d be some sort of a degenerate as well. He didn’t want that on his conscience. He already had enough problems sleeping at night.
“I may have drunk a lot tonight, Justin, but I’m not blind, alright? I know that you want me and that you’re not stupid. You know I want you too. I’m not saying that you have to embark on a relationship with me because heaven knows I’m bad as shit with relationships anyway. All I was trying to say was that for one night why can’t we just live like rock stars and let the mood take us over? There doesn’t have to be any strings attached.”
“You live like a rock star every day, remember?”
“Yeah…but never with you…”
Justin let his eye lids fall down over his eyes and shook his head at what he was about to do, “Not at your mother’s house.”
“Fine,” she dropped her arms down at her sides and started to turn when his words caught her.
“Get back in the car, please?”
Christine begrudgingly drug her feet back over to the passenger’s side of the car. Justin rolled his window back up as she stepped inside and closed the door. He could feel his entire world tilting toward destruction but his irrational side was winning a battle it never should have entered in the first place. If this liaison got out of control it would bring about a war that he was unsure if he or she would be able to make it out of alive.
Reaching forward he adjusted the volume of the sound system and removed his foot from the brakes and applied pressure to the gas pedal. Christine was dead silent and perhaps it was better that way. He didn’t need anymore questions. If she wanted to spend one night with him living like a rock star he hoped that she was strong enough to take on the death of one as well.
Baby, your heart is safe with me
Let me show you what love supposed to be
Girl, I want to give you all of this street love
All of this street love
Baby, your heart is safe with me
Take all of my street love…
Christine fidgeted with her perfectly manicured fingers as the record from earlier on in the night began to play. It was nothing more than background in her mind at the time but she tried to focus in on the words to keep her from thinking about the oddities of the evening. She was mad attracted to this guy and she didn’t know why the pull was strong. She also didn’t know why he had been so up for anything but once arriving at her home switched things up. It made her crazy inside because her first reaction was to tell him to fuck off and to roll off but her second was to reason with him so that he would stay.
She had no idea as to their destination as the familiar rolling hills of her neighborhood disappeared into the backdrop. She didn’t even know why she really didn’t care. She didn’t know this guy from Dick and who was to say that he wasn’t some masochistic serial murderer? Not all murderers looked like Satan’s henchmen. Some of them were attractive as hell and that was how they lured in their victims. She shook the crazy thoughts that she was thinking from her mind and leaned her head against the door frame.
Out of the corner of his eye Justin observed the aura that he had created within this woman. Earlier it had been carefree and fun. She’d been down for whatever. Now she was frustrated and he could tell that her mind was working a mile per minute. Something told him to turn the car around and to stop the charade that very second. Something else said that he altered moods and states of mind as part of his job description so what the fuck was he worrying about?
Christine sighed as she felt the heat his hand cover her knee as he drove but she didn’t grant him the wish of her full attention. He’d succeeded in throwing her into disarray and she wasn’t at all happy about it. Even still she welcomed his touch. It was an unthinkable parallel.
“Are you going to be mad at me this whole time?”
“I haven’t decided yet,”
“Will you let me know when you do?” his hand eased up her thigh in a move that came off innocently though the intent was anything but that.
Christine didn’t respond to his question. Her mind was already miles away. The after effects of her alcohol consumption whispered in her ears reminding her of the warm buzz growing inside of her flesh. She adjusted in her seat feeling hot all over and barely noticed his hand accept the opportunity to shift from the top of her thigh to just inside mere inches away from her bikini covered entrance. She turned her head to him but remained wordless as he continued keeping his attention out of the windshield in the most casual manner.
“Question,”
“Answer,” he turned to her only slightly, eyes still dead ahead, as the pad of his thumb smoothed the top of her thigh ever so gently and ever so slowly. He could feel her pulse quickening and naturally excited him. He didn’t think of it as a conquest though as he did with the women that he serviced. It was something altogether new.
“Typical girl question,”
“I’ll answer you regardless,”
“Am I going to see you again after tonight?”
Justin chewed the inside corner of his lips, “Do you want to see me again after tonight?”
“I’m undecided at this exact moment but does the possibility exist?”
There was a pause before he said, “yes.”
“Will there be a conscious effort or will it be if I see you out and about with your aunt?”
“If you call me and I’m not working then I will make a conscious effort to see you…but on my terms.”
“You’re a jackass,” she rolled her eyes in disdain and turned back to gaze out of her window at the passing scenery.
“No, I’m honest. I’m not comfortable out here in Sun Tan Land. I can already tell everyone knows everyone else’s business around here. When I’m with you I want it to just be me and you…I keep my private life private. If you’re going to be a part of that it needs to remain that way.”
“You have a fucking girlfriend,”
“I have a fucking beautiful woman in my car that’s used to having things her way all of the time and not hearing the words no,” he corrected. “I already told you that I’m not seeing anyone exclusively and if that changes I’ll let you know granted that at this point you’ll probably state your claim before I even say we’re there yet.”
“You’re sick in the head, you know that too right?”
Justin smirked slightly, “Come here,”
“What? Why?”
“Come over here,” he repeated a bit more firmly and directed her to do just that by gently prodding the thigh that he had been caressing closer to him. Naturally she had to follow.
“What,” she stared at the side of his head and to his mouth as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mm…”
“Are you straight?” Justin asked as he ran the pad of his middle finger up and down over her bud between her legs. The move had been so flawlessly executed that he was sure she hadn’t even noticed how easily his hand and disappeared into her bikini.
“Fuck,” her eyes closed and her forehead came to rest on his shoulder as he continued to drive as if what he were doing to her body were nothing.
“Are you still mad at me?” his finger dipped down and disappeared inside of her causing a quick moan to escape her full lips. “Damn, you’re wet as fuck…Christine?”
“Hmm?” her left hand gripped the side of his headrest as his finger worked her gently and the other pressed down into her own seat which she was now barely seated on.
“Are you still mad?”
“Yes,” she hissed at him.
“This doesn’t feel good?”
“Yes but…shit…that doesn’t change anything.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I want you to get us wherever we’re going.”
“Let me stop fucking with you before you come in my hand or something,” he slowly withdrew his finger from her depths and removed his hand from inside of her bikini. He could feel her body trembling as she adjusted back into her seat. His hand reclaimed its prior position against her inner thigh.
“You’re a prick for doing that,”
He smiled despite himself, “I just wanted to make you feel better.”
“I’m sure,” she glared at him and let her eyes travel down his chiseled torso down to the arousal raging against his trunks. “Hmm,”
“What’s up?”
“You, apparently,”
He didn’t say anything in return to her observation. He continued driving silently and his thumb continued massaging the warm flesh of her thigh. He was as hard as a rock but he didn’t have to fuck her. He’d be fine to continuing fingering her because he’d be happy that she came.
“Uh-uh, don’t…” he shook his head at her as her hand crossed over him and her fingers snatched loose the lacing of his trunks.
“Hush,” she brought her other hand over to loosen the bunched up material before sliding her fingers beneath the waistband and releasing his engorged extremity. “Hello there.”
Justin had the prettiest penis she’d ever seen in her life. Penises in general were not the most appealing items to look at but this one was gorgeous. The girth, the length, the weight of it in her hands…as long as he knew what to do with it she’d found her man. Gavin’s was nothing to sneeze at but he didn’t have control but this penis? It looked like it could get the job done whether it was attached to Justin’s beautiful body or not.
“So now you’re going to just play with my shit, right?” there was a hint of a laugh forming in his throat and she rolled her eyes in response.
“I just wanted to see it. I’m done now,” she released his organ and eased back to her own seat leaving it exposed to the elements.
“That’s really fucked up, Christine.”
“Maybe,” she smiled and the light of the moon infiltrating the car caught her brilliant white teeth in its sights.
“Alright then,” Justin turned the car off onto a dirt path and cut the lights.
Christine stared at him incredulously, “what are you doing?”
“The hotel is too far away,” he informed and continued driving cautiously up the path which was crowded on either side by trees. “I hope you’re not afraid of the dark.”
“Are you going to kill me now or something?”
“No,” he pulled the car to a stop just far away from the road as so that no passerby would spot them while driving and cut the engine. “I’m just going to make you scream a little bit if that’s alright by you?”
“I’m not a screamer,” she cocked a brow at him.
“Mm,” he turned the upper half of his body toward her and cupped the side of her face in his hands drawing her lips to his own briefly, “so when you do I’ll know I’m hitting it right?”
“We’ll see,” she allowed him to kiss her again slowly in the darkness of the car.
“Question,”
“Answer,”
“How do you want it?”
“How do you give it?”
“However you say,” he whispered against her lips before moving slightly to kiss her jaw line and down to her neck. “It also depends on how long you want to wait for it.”
“How long can you wait?”
“A long time,”
“Then how long can you go?”
“Same answer,” his left hand traveled down the length of her body to cup her most sensitive area. He pressed his lips into the taut flesh of her neck, her pace of her breathing increasing, as he palmed her.
“I don’t need the foreplay tonight,”
“Alright, how are you on top?”
“Excellent,”
“Great,” he pulled away from her and reached over onto the bottom left-hand side of his seat. Finding the controls with his fingertips he adjusted the chair so that it would go all the way back towards the back seat. Once satisfied, he then adjusted the top of the seat so that it came to a 160 degree angle. “Take those off,” he referred to her bikini bottoms and as she did as told he lifted his bottom in order to slide his trunks down and to his ankles before kicking them off completely.
Christine chucked her bikini bottoms into the backseat of the car. Justin wiggled his index finger for her to join him on his side. Without much of a second thought she did as told placing her right leg on the side of his left side so that she was straddling his lap. Her hands planted firmly on the sides of his seat on either side of his head and his hands ran up and down the sides of her body in adoration.
“You don’t even know how fucking gorgeous you are, do you?” his cerulean eyes stared up into hers that were a grayish blue. “Can I just kiss you again for a minute?”
“Yeah,” she whispered and leaned forward to meet lips with him.
Justin felt a million sensations shoot through him concurrently. Her full lips held to the taste of peaches from the lip gloss that she wore and he couldn’t help but to run the tip of his tongue just inside of them as they kissed. He leaned forward in his seat greedily nipping at them and capturing them with his own.
Christine felt the butterflies swarming in her stomach as Justin’s hands found her thighs and pulled them forward and behind him to bring their bodies closer together. She could feel his member beneath her and it excited her possibly more than it should have. Her arms circled loosely around his broad shoulders and he tilted his head to the side just enough to slither his soft warm tongue into her mouth. She didn’t even care when he untied the strings of her bikini top and tossed the thin material off into oblivion.
“Shit…are you ready?” his whole body was tingling and he wasn’t even sure as to why he was asking for permission. He could already feel her steaming wetness all over him.
“Yeah,” she breathed and lifted her hips just enough to grant him enough access to find himself beneath her and locate her entrance with the head of his dick.
Justin lifted his hips to enter her without thinking. The second he was submerged inside of her warmth he knew instantly of his mistake. He hadn’t stuck his dick in anyone without a condom on in so long that he thought he’d nut right there on the spot.
“Fuck!” he cursed not only from the infraction but from the pleasure surging through him from the hoodless experience. It was a warm, sticky, sweetness that he couldn’t even pull away from.
“Oh, god,” Christine’s back arched in response to the feeling of him filling her so completely.
“I did not just…shit…” his hips started moving against his mind’s furious words to pull out eliciting quiet moans of pleasure from the young woman stationed above him. It was slow yet forceful as he moved in and out of her at a steady pace. He was used to being in control so she didn’t have to do anything but hold on. “Lean back,”
Christine did as told and felt the steering wheel against her back. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth as his left hand secured her side and the right explored the dips and rises of her body. She watched him as he watched himself disappear inside of her and withdraw only to do it all over again with a focus she hadn’t encountered before with any other man.
“You feel okay?” he asked as his eyes slowly looked back up to meet with hers.
“Yeah,” her breathing was shallow.
“Does it feel good?”
“Mm…yes…”
“Keep looking at me,” he instructed and planted both of his hands on her hips. He slid down in his seat but maintained eye contact. With leverage from the floor he pushed himself deeper inside of her hitting her G-spot to incite a loud moan. “You don’t scream right?”
“No,” her reply was more of a whimper than a statement of power as it had been earlier.
“Are you sure?” he was teasing her and she knew it. “You need me to try harder?”
“You’re doing fine,” she smiled weakly.
“Okay,” Justin smiled back as she braced her right hand against his chest. He stole the moment to pick up the pace. Quickly he pumped in and out of her and kept hold of her hips so that she could feel every thrust to the maximum. Her loud guttural moans of approval were instant and as she used her free hand to grip his forearm he rotated his hips so that every wall felt him pulse within her.
“Oh my fucking god, Justin,” Christine cried out as he bounced her body up and down striking that exact spot over and over again. “Oh, fuck,”
“This feels too fucking good right now,” he sucked in air between his teeth sharply, “spread your legs more.”
“I can’t…”
“Shit,” he moved in and out of her steadily, “yes you can…”
“Oh, my god…”
“Fuck,” he slowed his pace, “come closer,” he helped her shift closer and leaned back himself so that she was nearly laying over him, “spread your legs more.”
Christine groaned inwardly and attempted to fulfill the request. It wasn’t much but when she did, sitting over him as close as they were, she felt all of him pulsing within her. His hands caressed her ass and his lips slid over her now dampened neck. She was in such a state of euphoria feeling every touch so intensely that she was afraid to move as her arms crossed behind him and her hands draped lazily over the top of his head as if to cradle him.
“Rock your hips, baby,” his head leaned back into her hands and he only slightly directed her movements with his fingers. “Shit…real slow…just like that…”
Christine moved her hips back and forth at an excruciatingly slow pace. The feel of her tightness around his thickness was intense. Justin closed his eyes and let it all fall upon him. The feel of her breasts against his chest, the sticky warmth of their most intimate parts connecting and re-connecting, the sound of her breathing in sync with his own, and her heart beating at an elevated level despite the ultra-slow movements of their bodies. He was lost.
The relaxing quiet drew to a sudden close and Christine’s hips began to move more quickly. She was nearing her climax. Justin’s eyes remained closed and he stayed in position with his head leaned back into her hands cupping her ass with his own.
“Its right there, oh my god, it’s right there…” she reported.
Justin shifted his right arm up and grabbed the back of the seat for support. Opening his eyes he waited until she sat up just enough to see into hers. Her eyes drifted close, the feeling overwhelming her, and she leaned forward again. He kissed her full on and matched the movements of her hips with his own. He swallowed down the sound of her orgasm as they kissed and allowed her body to milk him of his own.
Song Credit: Street Love by Lloyd
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