“Julienne…what are you doing right now?” Justin begins to speak as soon as I pick up the phone. There is never a greeting with him. He gets to the point of why he’s calling right away.
“Sitting in Biology,” I whisper into the phone. “And if my professor sees that I’m on the phone, I’m screwed.”
“Why did you answer then?” He whispers back.
A smile creeps across my lips, “Because it was you.” My answer is simple, but completely true. I never miss an opportunity to hear his voice.
“Come over.” He’s still whispering, as though he is the one sitting in class.
“ Now? I’m coming over later today remember?” I slide down in my seat a little further, thankful I chose a seat in the back of the auditorium today.
“Yeah…right now.” He is not just whispering anymore, he is speaking in his ‘I want to fuck’ whisper. God, I love that whisper.
“No, I can’t…but I’ll be done here in less than an hour, so I’ll…”
“Jules,” he cuts me off, “Now.”
I am already gathering my things before I realize what’s happening, “Okay, twenty minutes.” I sigh into the phone, feigning annoyance.
“See? You can’t fight me…why do you try?” He teases.
“Fuck you…” I tease back, “Oh, and Justin…”
“Hmmm?” There’s that whisper again.
“Don’t start without me.” I slide my phone closed and stand, snaking through desks trying to make my way out without being noticed.
“Excuse me?” Mr. Pickford calls to me. “Going somewhere?”
“Yes, sorry…” I hold up my phone as I push open the door, “Family emergency!”
He starts to respond, but the door slams closed and I don’t catch what he says. And frankly, I don’t care.
A little less than half an hour later, I pull into Justin’s drive. The gate raises and Ben, the security guard perched in his little booth waves me through with a smile.
I slip my key in the door and enter Justin’s immaculate home…it is quiet today, which is unusual. And I sense right away that we are alone and the thought makes my stomach flip with anticipation.
I make my way towards the master bedroom in the back of the house, my low heels clicking against the fine Spanish tile that covers the floors.
I push open the door to find him snuggled down in his massive bed, seemingly asleep beneath a sea of creamy ivory linen. But when he hears the door he rolls over to face me.
“Hey,” he smiles, “You’re late.”
“And you’re impatient.” I toss my bag onto the floor and slip my shoes off before climbing into bed with him.
He holds the blankets back to allow me to slide in next to him. I curl myself in close to him, and he breathes in deeply. “You smell so fucking good.” He sighs.
“You know what?” I ask him as he presses against me, “I love when you cuss.”
“What?” he laughs a little and kisses my neck softly.
“I do. You do it very well…you make it sound elegant somehow, but at the same time you sound so dirty.”
“Yeah?” He continues to trail gentle kisses against my skin, as I begin to sigh beneath his lips.
“Yeah…” I confirm with a moan.
I can feel him growing hard against the small of my back, and I slide up the bed a bit, bringing the hard length of him against my ass so that I can properly grind against it.
He slips his hand under my shirt and effortlessly removes my breasts from my bra to run his fingertips along my nipples.
I reach behind me to rake my fingers through his hair and pull his lips back to my neck.
“Maybe I should put my dirty mouth to work then?” He breathes against my flesh, as he abandons my nipples to slip his hand down the front of my jeans.
“Maybe you should.” I reach down to unbutton them, but he has already done it.
“I think I will…” he dips a finger into me, and I am surprised by how incredibly wet I am already. He pushes in and out of me at a gentle pace for a moment and then retreats to lift my shirt over my head.
He tosses it and my bra aside and then tugs at the waist of my jeans. “These should have been gone before you even walked through the fucking door.” He emphasizes ‘fucking’, the word spilling from his lips slowly.
He is driving me insane with lust already…and he knows it.
He pulls them off of me and then dips his head to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue through the soaked satin the clings to it.
I pull my panties to the side, eager to fell his deliciously warm mouth on me…but he pulls away.
“Do you want me to lick it?” He moans with a little smile, his lips brush against my inner thigh with each teasing word. “Do you want me to suck your clit? Do you?”
“Yes…Justin, don’t make me beg.” I raise my hips and pull him closer.
“But I want you to beg…” he taps my clit softly with the pad of his finger causing me to gasp and then raises his head to look me in the eye. “And I won’t fuck you until you have…and I certainly won’t lick your pretty little pussy until you have.”
He cocks his head to the side and watches me grow more desperate as his naughty promises wash over me…he is quite pleased with himself. I don’t plan to fight him.
“Please Justin…I want it so bad. I can almost feel it…just for a minute.”
He gives me what I want and sucks my shivering clit past his exquisite lips…suckling in the most beautifully tender way.
I cry out the minute he touches me, he has worked me into such a frenzy so quickly that my relief is nearly painful. But after only a moment he releases it from his kiss.
“Oh god no…please…please Justin! Just a little more.” The words burst from me in a rush the second his mouth leaves me.
“Do you know why I called you even though I knew you were coming tonight?” He asks me, placing soft kisses against me as he speaks. “Because I’ve been thinking about you all day…I kept trying to push you out of my head. But you just wouldn’t leave me alone. And do you know what I’ve been thinking about?”
I shake my head…desire has rendered me unable to speak.
“I’ve been thinking about the way your lips become a little pouty just before you cum, and the sounds you make…and the way you lick the tip of my cock like an ice cream cone just before you begin to suck it.” He darts his tongue out and drags it in a slow circle around my swollen nub.
“Oh god…” I purr, but of course…he stops.
“And the way you arch your back when I fuck you from behind…that, Julienne…” he licks me once more, “That is a beautiful thing.”
“Do you remember when I fucked you in the kitchen a couple of weeks ago?” He whispers.
I nod, the image of him bending me over the kitchen table flashing through my head.
“I spun you around and you didn’t say a word…you just lifted your skirt for me and let me take you, remember?” He slips his fingers into me and begins to work them in and out at a lazy pace.
I sigh with great pleasure and nod again.
“Would you ever let anyone else do that? Would you ever let anyone else take what’s mine?” He knows the answer to this already, but I moan a quiet “Never.” anyway as I rock against his silky fingers.
“Good girl. Now tell me how badly you want me to make you cum.” He stokes his thumb against my clit as he slides in and out of me.
My eyes have drifted closed, but I open them to tell him, “So badly Justin…I want you to make me cum so fucking bad.”
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, “Now who has the dirty mouth?”
He holds my gaze and drops his mouth to me, drawing me past his lips to resume his gentle sucking at last. I am teetering on the edge of cumming the moment he begins, but he goes slowly…wanting it to build inside of me a little longer.
“Oh yeah…that’s it Justin.” I moan, pumping my hips slightly against his mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
He pulls his fingers from me, spreads my lips apart and begins to cover my clit, which is now as hard as a tiny diamond, with impossibly fast flicks of his tongue.
This is too much and a fierce orgasm thunders through me…I scream and moan and sigh his name as my vision blurs with blissful delight.
He slows his tongue, licking and kissing me delicately as I relax, until I collapse under him…completely content.
“We’re not through…” He reminds me, sliding up to kiss me as I catch my breath. My desire returns immediately as I feel the hard length of his cock sliding against my slick cunt.
He teases my clit with the head of his dick, causing it to throb and ache with his touch. “Are you going to cum for me again?” The teasing whisper has crept into his voice once more. It makes me weak.
“Yes…” I wrap my thighs around his waist and pull him closer as he taps me with the tip.
He pushes into me with one gentle, yet forceful thrust…filling me to the hilt until our bodies meet. I sigh with an intense pleasure that borders closely on euphoria.
He moves above me with graceful strength, his eyes burning into mine as he begins to fuck me faster.
My moans grow more intense as his rocks the thick base of his cock against my clit. “You like that don’t you?” He teases, leaning close to bite my collar bone.
“I love it J….right there! Just keep fucking me just like that!” I am close to cumming again…already.
“Again with your dirty mouth Julienne?” He groans against my skin, sending chills coursing through me. “You don’t have to tell me…you know that. You know I know exactly how to fuck you.”
Again, he puts a special emphasis on the word ‘fuck’…and in a strange way, it sounds beautiful coming from him. And the moment it leaves his mouth, I am lost to him and so close to cumming I can hardly stand it.
“There it is…” he whispers, licking my lips. “Look at that sexy fucking pout…I love it! Cum for me Jules.”
Ecstasy explodes through me once again…taking over everything inside of me like some heavenly drug. Everything around us fades and disappears as orgasm after orgasm rolls through me.
He keeps going, working his cock in and out of me with perfect strokes until I am exhausted and calm beneath him. As, always he waits until I am completely satisfied.
When he knows this is the case, he moans “Julienne” a final time and then let’s go…pumping his warm cum into me with powerful spurts that make him shudder.
I watch his eyes soften with love as he opens them to gaze down at me. He gives me a small, but astoundingly gorgeous smile and I know without a doubt that I made the right decision in coming to see him early.