I’m seated on the little uncomfortably understaffed loveseat in my hotel room clicking away on my laptop when Justin walks in without knocking like he owns the place.
“There’s my girl!” He points to me with a little smile and plops down next to me.
“Didn’t know I was lost.” I laugh as I place the laptop on the end table to make room for him. He immediately lays his head in my lap.
“You weren’t…just missed you.” I try to ignore the fact that he looks sexy as hell today…his tight fitting long sleeved black thermal shirt makes his flawless, creamy skin seem to glow… the dark color causes his honey brown eyes to pop. Then again, when doesn’t he look sexy as hell?
I want him badly, and he makes no secret of the fact that he wants me too…but I am far too old for him. 25 in fact, and it just seems too inappropriate…even for me. Not to mention the fact that, in essence, he’s my boss. I’m his PR rep, it’s my job to filter his comments and behavior to the media, which can be trying because, well…he’s 17.
I look down at him, his eyes are closed. He isn’t sleeping, just relaxing in the easy silence between us…silence isn’t something he is able to enjoy very often. I watch his mouth secretly, and marvel once more at its exquisitely perfect shape. I have to stop myself from reaching down to touch his plump bottom lip…I can’t imagine how soft it must be. I long to drag the tip of my tongue slowly across it, tasting him.
I push the thought away with great effort, angry with myself for once again allowing my desire to carry my thoughts into dangerous territory.
“So what do you think Bobbi Baby?” He asks without bothering to open his eyes.
“About what?” I am thankful he has spoken and I can focus on something other than the thoughts in my head.
“I don’t know…” He finally opens his eyes and I am stunned by their beauty all over again…it happens every time I see them. But I must admit, I do a fantastic job of hiding the fact that they take my breath away.
He raises his head from my lap and sits up, “God, you look good today Bobbi…” He brushes my hair away from my neck, “And you’re wearing them.”
He is referring to my earrings. They were a gift from him…I had found a little box nestled on my pillow last night. The note beside it read: Just because. –J
I allow his hand to graze my neck for just a second longer than I should and then move away gently, “Watch it Justin.” I do my best to sound as firm as possible.
“Come on Bobbi…” a little smile tugs at the corners of those goddamn lips of his. “When are you going to admit that you want this just as much as I do?”
When he gets like this, it’s so easy to forget that he’s only 17.
I stand up and grab my purse off the bed, pretending to search inside it for something. I can see him watching me…and the way he looks at me makes me feel weak.
I have to put a stop to this before it goes further than it should.
“Justin…I need to shower and make sure I’m all packed before we leave so…” I nod my head towards the door a little to signal him to leave.
“Our flight doesn’t leave for another…” He looks at his ridiculously overpriced watch, “Three hours Bobbi.”
“Justin…” I repeat, placing my purse back down on the bed with feigned irritation.
“Alright, alright…” He stands and holds his hands up in an ‘I surrender’ manner. “See you in a bit Bobbi Baby.” He flashes me a smile and kisses the air in my direction.
I suddenly don’t want him to go, but I remain silent as he closes the door behind him.
***
I sink into the plush leather chair on the plane and wait for Bobbi to board. Where is she? If she doesn’t make it soon, I’ll have to go look for her.
I turn around and search the tiny plane for Kenny. “Hey!” I call over when I locate him. He cocks his head, asking me what I need without a word.
“Where’s Bobbi?” I gesture around the space to draw attention to her absence.
“She’ll be here Justin…we’re not gonna leave without her.” He says looking out one of the windows.
“Yeah, you’re right…we’re not.” I turn back to the front and continue to wait for her.
Minutes later she appears in the tiny aisle, lugging her simple black carryon bag and bearing a beautiful smile of relief. I jump to my feet and grab the bag from her hands.
“Where were you? You almost missed us.” I tell her as I shove the bag in the overhead compartment.
“No I didn’t…” she rolls her eyes. “You wouldn’t have left without me.”
I ignore her comment, because it’s true. She settles in the seat next to mine without my even having to ask, and I smile at the thought of spending the 6 hour flight so close to her.
She thinks I just want to fuck her, which don’t get me wrong…I do. I mean…I really fucking do. But the thing is, I love her more than anything in this world. Everything about her. So much it hurts sometimes.
I know her by heart, and I live for the tiny victories I gain here and there. The moments when she allows me to look at her for a little longer than she should. Or when she laughs at something I’ve said…oh god, her laugh.
She is still wearing the earrings I gave her…simple black diamond studs that I knew would look perfect on her. They wink out from her long dark hair now and then, making me smile each time.
“I’m so tired J…” she yawns and rests her head on my shoulder.
“Take a nap…want a blanket?” I rest my head lightly on hers and breathe her in. She wears no perfume, but her smell calms me and makes my heart ache all at once. I want her so badly.
“No…” she shakes her head softly, “I’m good.”
“Love you Bobbi…” I whisper as she relaxes into sleep.
“Love you too.” We say this all the time, but she doesn’t mean it the way I do.
Her breathing slows and becomes heavy and rhythmic as we ascend into the air. As we reach our target altitude and the plane evens out she shifts around slightly in her seat causing her skirt to ride up her thigh.
I reach over and pull it back down for her, allowing my hand to linger on the warmth of her skin as I do. I would give anything to slide my fingertips up her leg gently…to watch them part slowly, welcoming me…to hear soft moans slip from her.
I just want to make her cum once…just once…just to have that memory. To hear her sigh my name…to feel her wrapped tightly around me…to taste her.
I have allowed myself to get carried away, and my cock is hard and straining against my jeans painfully. I try to ignore it, but she is so fucking close to me…her breasts rise and fall gently with each dream filled breath she takes.
I sweep her hair away from her face and run my finger down her cheek softly, barely touching her so as not to wake her. She smiles faintly in her sleep at my touch and for once, I’m glad we aren’t alone. Thankful that there are others who presence will stop me from doing something stupid.
***
I watch Justin closely as he walks ahead of me with Kenny in the airport. He pulls my luggage on its rollers behind him. I had tried to take it from him, but he was having none of it. I secretly love the way he tries to spoil me. I am surprised by how well I slept on the plane, and for how long. I rarely sleep. When I woke, my head was no longer resting on his shoulder, but lying on his chest instead. I haven’t slept so soundly in I don’t even know how long.
We are making our way through the halls of the airport that aren’t open to the public, heading towards the waiting caravan of cars that will take us to yet another hotel. Justin has a show in less than 48 hours, then we’ll be off again.
It’s late, nearly midnight, but I’ll never be able to sleep after an almost five hour long nap in the air…so I’m hoping to use my time tonight wisely by catching up on some work and returning some long overdue emails.
Justin turns around suddenly and sticks his tongue out at me with his eyes crossed just to make me laugh…and it works. I see the pleasure that flares in his eyes when he succeeds in making me smile.
I disappoint him by deliberately taking the car he isn’t riding in over to the hotel, but he wins out in the end by securing the room next to mine.
And not long after we all turn in for the night he knocks on my door, just as I knew, and if I’m honest, hoped he would.
“Hey…” he enters the room without being invited once again.
“Hey yourself.” I poke his stomach gently as he strides past me. “I was actually getting ready to go to bed.” I lie.
“No you weren’t.” He isn’t buying it.
He stretches out on my bed and eyes the half empty bottle of champagne that I had been so grateful to find waiting in my room tonight.
He taps the little Styrofoam cup I am drinking it out of. “Classy.”
“That’s all there was!” I defend myself. I’m teetering on the edge of being drunk…he shouldn’t be here when I’m in this compromised state.
He tops off my cup and hands it to me, “Here.”
I accept it and then eye him suspiciously, “Getting me drunk won’t work Bieber.”
He gives me and innocent look, “I would NEVER!”
I laugh a little too loudly…yes, I’m drunk. I down the last of the champagne and then pour the rest of the bottle into my cup.
“I got one too…” he volunteers. “You want it?”
I really shouldn’t, but I’m not known for my great decision making when I’ve been drinking. “Yeah…I do.”
He stands and leaves the room, returning almost immediately with his fresh unopened bottle. He unwraps the foil around it and then expertly pops the cork.
I give him a questioning look that he shrugs off, “What? I’ve seen it done a thousand times.” He winks as if we’re sharing a secret and then fills my glass before pouring some for himself into the one remaining cup on the dresser.
“Justin…” I warn, although I really don’t care.
“Oh stop it Bobbi.” He reclaims his spot on my bed while I sit down in the chair beside it.
I look him over…he must have showered before coming to my room, his hair is still damp and I can smell his shampoo from here. He wears jeans that are worn and frayed and a simple white t shirt…I realize that his feet are bare. I almost never see him without a pair of high tops on and this seems strangely intriguing.
He sees me watching him but it doesn’t seem to bother him in the least…he is so confident, and this makes it harder for me.
I should stop…but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from him. Finally, he speaks. “What Bobbi?” His voice is so soft, and the way he says my name…
I shake my head…trying to rid him of it and stupidly take another long drink. “Nothing.”
He smiles knowingly and then sips from his own cup. “So good.” His words have taken on a lazy drawl, but I know it isn’t the alcohol…he hasn’t had enough.
“Justin…” I hesitate, hating what I’m about to say, but knowing it needs to be said. “You should go. We can’t…”
He is off the bed and kneeling on the floor in front of me before I even have time to finish. “Don’t Bobbi…please don’t.” He is begging me to let him stay.
“No…” I shake my head and start to stand but he places his hands on my knees and lays his head in my lap.
“Just tonight…just let me have tonight and I swear I’ll live on it for the rest of my life.”
I can’t believe that we have gotten to this point, and I am struggling with how badly he wants this, and how badly I want it too.
“No…” I attempt to stand once again, but he places his palms on either side of my face and pulls me into a slow deep kiss.
His lips are softer than I ever could have imagined, and they rest softly against my own like warm pillows. A sigh of content slips from me and into his mouth as his tongue gently searches out my own.
I realize right away that this is happening, there is no way I could stop him now even if I wanted to. And as his hand slide up my thighs to part my legs so that he can move his body closer to mine, I wonder why I waited so long for something that seems so perfect.
He rises and sits on the bed, I follow him without thought and he pulls me down into his lap…I flush with an almost torturous need the moment his cock, that is still hiding behind his jeans, touches me.
I grind against it shamelessly…quiet moans of mounting pleasure emit from us both in unison.
He begins to lift my shirt and I raise my arms to allow him to slip it off. He covers the tops of my breast that spill from my bra with gentle flicks of his tongue until he makes his way to my nipples which he sucks and bites through the lace that covers them.
“Oh my god Justin…” his name rolls off of my tongue easily, but I am suddenly struck by the familiar fear of letting this happen. I try to push his mouth away, but he is stronger than me and won’t allow it. He wraps his arm around my waist holding me firmly in place.
His tongue, so wet and skilled, has found its way to my neck, and he whispers to me as he tugs my earlobe with his teeth. “Bobbi…just fucking stop.”
And something in the way he says it calms me, and I no longer care about the repercussions anymore.
He lies back on the bed, taking me with him and my mouth falls to his neck…the skin there is so soft that I scarcely feel it beneath my lips. His hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to him urgently.
***
Bobbi hovers over me, her lips, that I now know are sweet like bubble gum, travel along my neck causing my cock to pound harder than I ever thought possible. I would love to tear her apart right now, just fuck the hell out of her…but I want to take my time with her. I may never get this chance again.
I push her off of me and guide her to her feet before me beside the bed. She watches with rapt attention, her breath fast and heavy, as I tug the buttons of her jeans open. I raise my eyes to her as I slide them down her thighs. She rakes her hand through my hair once and my eyes drift closed and then slowly open.
“Again Bobbi…” I moan. And right away, she runs her soft hands through my hair once more.
She steps out of her jeans and leaves them forgotten on the floor as I pull her back to my mouth and begin to kiss her stomach. I dart the tip of my tongue out and curl it along the side of her bellybutton…this brings forth another intoxicatingly erotic moan from her.
I move my thumb to sweep across her clit through her panties and it is my turn to moan with delight as I realize how wet she is already. The powder blue lace matches the lace that had barred me from taking her nipple into my mouth completely, and it is soaked and clinging to her. I work her clit with a little more pressure as it grows and swells under my touch still watching her as she stands above me.
Her lips are slightly parted and still glistening from our kiss and I know that soon those beautiful lips will be wrapped around my cock. I have fantasized about filling her mouth with cum a thousand times, and that is exactly what I plan to do tonight.
Her moans have given way to louder cries as she rocks against my hand faster, but she catches my eye and sees something there, so she asks while she continues to enjoy my fingers moving along her flesh, “What are you thinking?” Her words are more like whispered moans.
“I’m thinking about how much I would love to fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cock.” A smile plays on her lips, telling me she is more than pleased with my honesty.
“Do it then.” She challenges, falling to her knees.
***
I unbutton his jeans and then lower his zipper, our eyes locked the entire time. I pull his cock free and rest my gaze on it for the first time. I am astounded by its size…very impressive. And it’s the most perfectly shaped dick I have ever seen…his head is swollen and purple with his desire for me.
Rather than taking it in my hands as I want to so badly, I rest my hands on his thighs and tear my eyes off of his cock to stare into his. “Put your cock in my mouth Justin.” I whisper.
“Oh fuck Bobbi…” He says almost as if he’s in pain. He wraps his hand around his shaft and pumps his fist slowly up and down once, and then twice. The sight makes my head spin with lust. His hand finds my hair once again and he gently guides my head down to his head…my tongue slips out to lap the pearl of shining pre cum away delicately before he pushes into my mouth.
I sink down the length of him…enjoying every inch as disappears past my lips. I start slowly…rising and falling as I spiral my tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft.
“Oh god Bobbi…just like that.” He moans as his hands fist in my hair tighter, “Shit…suck it…suck that cock.”
He pulls from my mouth suddenly, holding it just out of my mouth’s reach and pulls my hair. “Do you like sucking my cock Bobbi?”
I nod with surprise. I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him, but his obscene words are driving me mad already. “I fucking love it Justin…give me some more.”
He pushes me back down, and I greedily accept his dick that is now pulsing and throbbing wildly back into my mouth. I allow him to thrust into my throat as deeply as he wants. I know for a fact that not one of the little bitches he has ever fucked before has ever even come close to doing the things to him that I am…and the knowledge has me reeling with sexual power.
He pulls me off again just as suddenly, and snaps my head back to look at him, “I’m going to cum Bobbi…right here in your pretty little mouth just like I told you I would…” he taps my lips with the tip of his dick. “Take it all.”
He doesn’t wait for a response and plunges back inside…pumping forcefully into my mouth with loud animal like growls. My stomach flutters and my pussy flows with new vengeance with the anticipation of tasting his cum.
The first shot erupts from him fiercely as he groans my name…I suck faster, milking every drop from him…savoring the salty taste of him playing on my tongue.
***
I watch her closely, unable to believe what I am seeing. She runs her pink tongue up and down my cock, searching for any that she might have missed. Loving my cum like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
She has thoroughly blown my fucking mind…the things she has let me do and say to her amaze me.
When she decides there is none left to be had she raises her eyes to me and purrs, “Fuck me Justin…”
And although I have just pumped a sizeable dose of cum into her mouth, my dick is still rock hard and I am more than happy to give her what she has asked for.
I still fear somewhere in the back of my mind that I’m going to wake up any minute and find myself in bed with a stiff cock and the horrifying realization that this has all been a dream.
She is on her feet in a flash and I start to give her room to lie down on the bed…but instead she bends over it…arching her ass high in the air…waiting for me to slide into her from behind.
Jesus fucking Christ…I never would have thought it, but my Bobbi is a very dirty girl. She turns to look at me out the corner of her eye…”Come Justin…let’s see what you can do.” She teases.
I snake my hand between her legs and stroke her clit for a moment or two, she raises her ass higher into the air as she sighs with pleasure. I dip two fingers inside her…she is so fucking wet…and I want to taste her so badly. I draw my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. The sweetness of her cunt floods my mouth and I actually moan aloud because of it.
She has asked for my cock, but she will have to wait. I drop to my knees and curl my tongue against her pussy…lapping gently before easing my tongue inside her.
“Yes…” she sighs, “Do it Justin.”
I move closer to her and curl my tongue around her clit…it shivers and swell even further the second I touch her.
She pushes back harder against my mouth as I flick my tongue side to side slowly…teasing her a little.
“Oh my god Justin…don’t stop.” She whines and I feel her ecstasy rolling out of her and onto my outstretched tongue.
I jerk my cock in my fist with slow and easy strokes as I lick her pussy, and as I listen to her moan and sigh and breathe my name I realize it makes perfect sense that my cock is still hard and throbbing. How could it not be?
I devour her cunt with growing eagerness as her screams fill the room…I have imagined this very moment so many times and now that it is here, I am desperate to make her cum.
I batter her clit back and forth faster and faster as she begins to beg me to make her cum.
I feel her entire body tense and then the most beautiful words I have ever heard burst from her with a scream…”I’m cumming Justin…oh god yes! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”
She writhes and shakes beneath me as her juices, sweet as honey, pour into my mouth. I lick her slowly as she relaxes into her fading orgasm, and continue to until she repeats her earlier request…”Fuck me Justin!”
I move to my feet and slide my cock against her slick pussy before slowly easing inside her.
***
My pussy is still contracting and pulsing as Justin slips into me…filling me up…making me feel whole and complete with his cock.
He thrusts slowly at first, fucking me with gentle passion, building the intensity higher and higher until my frustration becomes too much and I demand that he fuck me harder.
He slams into me harder, just like I’ve asked him too and then takes hold of my hair again…pulling it with just enough force to make me whine with pleasure.
My fingers have found their way to my clit and I am circling it quickly as he heavy balls swing against my hand with ever pump of his cock.
“Oh fuck Justin…” I drive my ass into him harder, sending his cock into me deeper.
“My Bobbi likes it hard doesn’t she? Where’s that little slut inside of you been hiding all this time?” The wonderfully dirty things coming out of his mouth send a second orgasm rushing through me and I realize I have been screaming “Yes..yes..yes!” Over and over. My fingers have fallen from my clit and are now clawing at the sheets with the euphoria of cumming around his cock.
A final roar explodes from him so loudly that I actually jump. He rips his dick free of me and sends another load of his deliciously warm cum raining down on my ass and lower back.
He slides in and out of me slowly, taking his time as his talented cock softens and slips from me. What has been coming for a long time has finally happened, and we bask in the relief of it for a while until finally I say what needs to be said. “Justin, this was a one time thing…it can’t happen again.”
He nods in agreement, but he knows just as well as I do that it’s a lie.