Chapter Thirteen
Marisa
“Needed Me”- Rihanna
Signings. I’ve decided I fucking hate them because I have to share him. I watch Justin smile and nod, pretending he gives a fuck. He’s a dick, of course he doesn’t give a fuck. It’s exhausting watching all these people hit onmysoul mate. I can’t even spend time with him. But, as much as I despise it, I’ll endure it, because, after all, I’m only writing for Justin. This is my grand gesture of love you find in all the love stories. And I want this to be a perfect love story.
"I love his books,” the lady standing next to me at the bar says. “I hope I get to speak with him for a few moments. I smile at her before I gulp down more of my wine. “Wait,” she points her finger at me, shaking it. “You were at his table this afternoon. The rumor is that you’re his girlfriend.”
“Oh, no…I’m just a…” I glance over at him, “just a friend. An acquaintance, really.”And now we’re part of the rumor mill. Look at us, Justin. Look at us!
“A friend,” she chortles. “No woman can befriendswith a man that looks like that.” She stares at him for a moment. “I’d sit on his face.” I feign a smile to hide my disgust. She’s old enough to be his mother and she just told a complete stranger she’d sit on his face. She’s still rambling about all the dirty things she’d do to him, but I’ve blocked her out. I don’t want to think about her riding him because it makes me angry. It’s an insult really, can she not see he’s mine, my soul mate, not a saddle for her fucking pussy?
As I drink the last of my wine, my gaze locks on Justin. He smiles and, just like that, he walks away from the group, directly to me. “Just going to leave me to them, I see?” he says when he stops beside me. The woman who wants to ride his face grins. Her cheeks blush. And all she does is stare. She won’t dare say any of those nasty things she was just saying to me.
“You looked like you were handling yourself just fine,” I say.
“I handle myselfverywell.” He leans in close to me, his warm breath caressing my ear. “Almost as good as I’ll handle you.”
My breath threatens to catch in my throat and the woman slowly walks away. “So sure of yourself.” Justin laughs then takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine as he walks me toward the exit. “And where are we going?” I ask.
“To handleus.”
My pulse echoes in my ears as a lovely heat drowns my skin. Justin pulls me toward the elevator, and I glide along behind him, high on the nasty glares every woman we pass throws in my direction. They are all jealous. They all know I’m about to be naked in a bed with him, and they hate me for it. When the door opens, we step into the crowded elevator. His fingers sweep over my cheek. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you in that coffee shop.” We stare at each other the entire way to the 7thfloor. The tension so thick I’m sure the women in this tiny space are about to choke on it. When the door pings open, we step out. My heartbang, bang, bangsagainst my ribs as I follow him to the door. This is it. There is no turning back. The little green light on the door clicks, the lock pops, the door opens, and then... the door shuts and he aggressively pins me against it. His large hands wind in my hair. His lips trail over my neck, across my throat. Each heavy breaths forces chill bumps to scatter over my skin.
“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you,” he whispers by my ear and presses another kiss below my jawline. “Since I met you.” One hand leaves my hair and he grabs my face, forcing his mouth over mine in a brutal kiss. “Fuck, woman.” And without another word, he rips me away from the door and backs me toward the bed with both his hands cupping the sides of my face. “I want you.” Another kiss. “Ineedyou.”
And he does need me. I need him. We need each other.
The back of my legs hit the mattress before my back lands on the fluffy comforter. Justin kneels on the bed, looming over me. He yanks his shirt over his head, his eyes flashing as he tosses it carelessly behind him. Even in the dark room I can make out the ridges, the dips and vee sculpted over his stomach. My heart pitter patters like a stupid adolescent when his warm fingertips trail over my collarbone. And a desperate, cliché gasp leaves my lips when he tears my straps off my shoulders, tugging the dress over my hips.
His lips are everywhere: my mouth, my neck, my chest. This is reckless abandon and I will drown in it with him. I’ve waited as long as I can stand, and I’ve made him realize I’m not some stupid fangirl. I’m not some hopeless romantic. I’m something he needs, he said it himself. We’re static electricity.
I reach for the waist of his jeans and pop the button, then shove them down his legs. After he kicks them off, he sits up on his knees. His hands work over my thighs, his eyes locked between my legs, and damn, there has never been a sight more tempting, more erotic than that of Justin Wild staring at me like he wants to devour me, flesh and bones. He hooks one finger underneath the side of my boyshorts, and my skin crawls with anticipation. His perfect white teeth sink into his lower lip, and I wish I knew what was going on in that beautiful mind of his. I wish I could hear his thoughts—how he’s waited for this just like I have. How this is the single most monumental moment of his life. His finger grazes my pussy and a wicked smirk consumes his face the moment he feels how wet I am for him. “Oh, I fucking like this,” he says, trailing a finger over me. “Very fucking much.” And now his fingers are inside of me. Justin Wild’s finger areinsideof me.
My back arches, my heels dig into the mattress. I squirm. I moan. Because this feels so right. Moments later, I’m completely naked—exposed in front of him. With a smirk, he slides between my legs, blowing a whisper of a hot breath over me. I fist the sheets, I buck my hips, I want to scream because his tongue is inside of me. He groans against me, his fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
And fuck you feel so good.Each breath I drag in is ragged. I’m on that edge. Teetering. One more swipe of his tongue and I’ll be undone. He pulls away, his mouth hovering over me. Each slow, hot breath causing my muscles to clench, my entire body to ache.
“Justin…” I say on a pant and grab his hair, attempting to force his mouth back over me, but he jerks his head away. Laughing, he lowers himself onto me. His bare chest touches mine.Sensations.So many sensations. It’s like everything is about to explode. The air so thick with this primitive want, this euphoric high that I can barely breath. Everything is tainted by him, by us, by this… He settles between my thigh. I inhale a sharp breath.
“You want me?” he whispers as he nips at my ear.
“God, yes.” My thighs fall apart and I grab onto his shoulders.
He presses against me. “You sure?”
“Please.”
I feel him smile against my neck. “You gonna beg me?”
But he doesn’t wait for me to beg, he just slams into me unforgivingly. I gasp. My nails slice over his muscular back and, just like that, I’m in heaven, being fucked into an oblivion by Justin Wild. Sitting back on his knees, he holds my legs apart, watching—he’s watchingusfuck and I love it. I moan. I meet each of his thrust, riding him from the bottom. “Your…” he growls, “…so fucking beautiful. So perfect.”
He grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach, pressing his hand over the small of my back before he gently rubs his hand along the curve he’s creating as he lifts my ass and hips up. “Shit…” he says, swiping his thumb over me. I turn my face, the sheets bunching underneath my cheek as I glance back at him. His wild eyes flick down to me and he brings his hand to his mouth, sucking me from his fingertips before he sinks inside me and fucks me hard and violent. Like a savage, he fists my hair and jerks my head back.
“Come here,” he whispers as his lips press over mine a brutal kiss. He pulls away and traces his tongue over my throat, the heat of his uneven breathes causing a chorus of sensation to rupture over my oversensitive skin. “Jesus, woman,” he hisses. He groans. He drops my hair and my head falls to my chest as he goes at me from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with our heavy breathing. I stretch my arms out and grab at the sheets, turning my face to watch. He’s so focused. Sweat trickles down his temples, over the deep indention of his chest. My stomach flips when his fingers dig into my hips and he tosses his head back on a deep groan. And here we are together, dancing on that proverbial edge. I let go, giving into the bliss he’s coaxing from me, screaming his name like he’s my god because this is how it’s supposed to be when you’ve found your one. Sweat drips down the side of my neck, and when that wave of addictive pleasure subsides, Justin collapses onto the bed, grabbing me by the waist and dragging me onto his sweat-slicked chest.
He flips to his side and brushes his fingertips over my cheek. A torn expression washes over his face, his gaze drifting from my eyes to my lips. “God,” he hesitates and my heart flitters and flutters, “I want something more with you.” He kisses me so tenderly. “Do you hear me? I feel like my entire life has led me to this moment, like it’s always been you.”
