“You look amazing!” The sight of Justin stepping through the door has left me unable to manage more than a whisper. He is dressed in a stunning black tux…a ruby bow tie dangles untied from his neck. His hair is slicked up, but looks purposely messy.
He tugs on his jacket lapels and turns to inspect himself in the mirror carefully. I love to watch him get ready. It sexy and almost funny they way he preens. Turning side to side, trying out different smiles for the cameras, stuffing his hands down into his pockets and then out again.
He rakes his hands through his hair, even though it’s just right. “You think? I’m not sure about this tux. Maybe I ought to just…”
I stop him by repeating, “You look amazing.”
He spins on his heel to face me, flashing me a dazzling smile that makes me flush with love and lust. For the first time tonight he takes stock of me. His eyes slowly travel up and down the length of me, taking in the deep red dress I am wearing…it’s cut so low in the front that I must have used an entire case of dress tape to keep it in place. My hair is swept up to reveal glittering garnets in my ears, a gift from Justin of course. My black Manolo’s are hurting my feet already, but I have to admit they look unbelievable. I had my make up done and it’s flawless…but I’m no good at that kind of thing, so I have to take care to make sure it doesn’t need much retouching through the night. There is only a tiny compact of powder and a tube of ‘ruby slippers’ lipstick in my clutch.
“Maddy…” He whispers my name just I had whispered to him a moment ago. “You look beautiful…turn around.”
I slowly spin for him, revealing the back of my dress, which is cut even lower than the front…it rests in loose ripples just below my lower back elegantly.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He tells me seriously. But he knows how to be the most charming guy on earth so I never know when he’s sincere and when he’s working me.
I cast my eyes down for a second, embarrassed by his approving scrutiny. But he calls to me once more, “Maddy…” he waits until I look him in the eye. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He steps forward and moves towards me…I allow him to take me in his arms and for a moment I wish we could just stay right here, alone. I wish I could slowly remove his exquisite tuxedo piece by piece, but the car will be here soon, and tonight it important to Justin. He left the Grammy’s empty handed last year…and he wants this one badly.
He kisses me carefully, fully aware that I want to look perfect. Then he nuzzles my neck gently, his soft lips grace my sensitive skin as he breathes me in deeply. “Wait until I get you home.” He sighs before releasing me.
“Wait until I get YOU home…” I tease, “That tux is hot as hell.”
He pulls at his jacket once more and then brings his hand to his chin in his classic ‘look how sexy I am’ pose. “Want me to leave it on tonight?”
“No,” I shake my head, “I want to take it off myself.”
“Naughty girl…” desire has crept into his voice, causing it to be quiet and slightly raspy. “If I win, I’ll have to remember to thank god for my girlfriend’s addiction to my dick.”
“When you win,” I correct him and then laugh, “And you’re an idiot.”
“What? You are! Just trying to keep it real here.” He says innocently. I roll my eyes in response and as if on cue the doorbell rings signaling the limo’s arrival.
“Ready?” He smiles at me, attempting to hide his nervousness.
“Ready.” I nod. He picks up my clutch from the top of the dresser and holds the door open for me. We make our way to the front door side by side, his hand grazing my lower back.
He opens our enormous front door and thanks the driver for waiting, always so polite. He beats the man to the limo and opens the door for me himself. This is a habit of his, says it’s his job to take care of me…no one else’s.
I slide into the car and the buttery soft leather is cold on my back. Justin notices this immediately and slips off his jacket to wrap around me.
We ride in anxious silence for a while. I believe he will win this year, but I worry still. It would break his heart to be overlooked again.
His fingertips brush my knee through the slit in my dress as he watches the streets pass through the tinted window until finally he takes a deep breath and turns to me. “I’m nervous as hell Mad.” This is unlike him…he very rarely worries about anything, and he almost never admits to it if he does.
I lean in and kiss his cheek, “Don’t be. You got this Bieber.” He laughs quietly and I am relieved to see I have eased his mind just a little.
His hand move from my knee to my thigh, inching upwards slowly, his fingers circling my skin gently. I shoot him a warning look.
“We’ve got at least another 15 minutes until we get there Maddy.” He moves in to kiss my neck, sucking lightly in the way he knows drives me crazy.
“Justin…” I sigh, trying to pull away from his lips while I still can.
He ignores me and reaches over to press the button that raises the glass partition between us and our driver, he mouth still searching my neck.
“I’m nervous Maddy…” he has switched to his quiet, slow voice. Each of his words draw on just a little longer. “Take my mind off of it.”
“No!” I giggle in spite of myself. “I’ll look like hell before we even reach the red carpet.”
“You could never look like hell. Come on…” He’s begging now, but in an incredibly sexy way that says he’s definitely still in control here.
His hand slips under my dress completely…he clicks his tongue in a scolding manner when he realizes I have no panties on.
“They would have shown through the silk of my dress.” I tell him, sighing as he begins to tease my clit with strokes as light as air.
My hand finds its way to him and I stroke his cock through the crisp fabric of his tux. I’m astounded by how hard it has gotten so quickly. I am amazed that merely touching me can do this to him.
He tugs his shirt tails out and lowers his zipper, freeing his beautiful cock for me to properly enjoy.
The tip of his tongue plays along my bottom lip and then slips into my mouth. He causes me to moan with just a kiss.
“Will you suck my cock Maddy Girl?” he teases knowing I will. “Will you put it in your mouth right here in the car just because I asked? And when we smile for the cameras no one will know what a bad girl you’ve been except me.” He continues to work my pussy into a desperate frenzy with his hand a little longer and then leans back in his seat.
I go to my knees in front of him right away, just like he knew I would, but am careful of my dress. I take hold of his shaft gently with my fist, relishing its pulsing warmth, and lower my mouth to him. But I stop just short of his cock and raise my eyes to him. “Don’t touch my hair.” My tone is bossy, and the look that he gives me tells me that he likes it more than a little.
He rests his hands on the seat and lifts himself to my mouth. My tongue slips against the smooth softness of his swollen head. He groans with relief as I swirl around it, licking the drop of pre-cum that has gathered there away.
I sink down the rest of the way, my lips tightly pursed. Every vein is raised and throbbing under my tongue and my cunt aches with the desire to feel him inside of me…but that will have to wait. I watch him as I begin to suck faster…he looks unimaginably beautiful and I wish for a moment that I could see us from afar. Him dripping sex in his stark white linen shirt, his cock standing hard at attention and disappearing into my mouth, and me, perfectly made up, on my knees in front of him in a limo swimming in his jacket which is at least three sizes too big for me.
His soft moans of pleasure fill the back of the limo, my pussy clenches and throbs harder still with every sound he makes. He grows louder, his head lolling back on the seat as he grows closer to cumming, and I wonder if the driver can hear him.
“Oh god Maddy…just like that.” His words roll out with another, louder sigh of delight. “Just like that...suck that cock Maddy Girl…make me cum like a good girl.”
I love it when he speaks to me this way, the things that come out of his mouth when he is enjoying himself this much can do amazing things to me.
He drives into my mouth deeply and a much too loud growl of release bursts from him through gritted teeth as he begins to pump his load into my mouth. Hot spurts of sticky cum land heavily on my tongue and roll down my throat. I greedily accept every drop and then lick his cock clean before slipping it back into his pants for him.
I climb back into my seat and adjust myself…I’m still coursing with an aching need for him, but I do my best to push it away.
But watching him carefully tuck his shirt back in does nothing to help calm my desire…watching the way his hands move never fails to turn me into a mess.
He flashes me a huge smile when he is satisfied he looks perfect, “I needed that.”
I try to answer him, but a soft sigh slips from me instead.
He reaches out to brush his thumb against my lips, “Oh…look what I’ve done to you Maddy.” He is more than pleased with himself, he loves to make me want him this badly.
He lowers the glass partition as we pull up to Staples center. It is alive with thousands of people. Flash bulbs are everywhere, paparazzi with cameras and microphones scramble around like ants trying to get the perfect shots and interviews.
Justin leans forward in his seat to thank our driver and then turns back to me. “Here we go.” He whispers.
“He we go.” I nod and smile, then repeat my earlier words of encouragement. “You got this Bieber.”
He winks and then throws open the door. All the noise floods into the car. Interviewers call to him, cameras flash in our faces, and fans scream his name from behind barriers on either side of the carpet. Justin grabs my hand and leads me out of the car, holding on tightly to me as he makes his way to the fans before anyone else. As always, they are what matters to him at these events.
Kenny and the others have arrived in a car behind us and I stand beside him as he watches over Justin as he smiles and laughs with the girls, signing autographs and smiling for cell phone cameras. Every so often he will kiss a girl on the cheek and send her into a frenzy. They love him just as much as I do. People will argue that, saying ‘they don’t even really know him’ and ‘they’re just crazy fans’. But those people are wrong…I’ve seen the way these girls care for him, and I’ve seen the way he cares for them right back. As strange as it may sound, he has a bond with them like nothing I’ve ever witnessed.
A while later settle into our plush velvet seats and wait for the night to begin. An hour and a half later the night has passed me by in a blur…I am so nervous and worried that they won’t call his name, I almost don’t realize they are announcing the winner for his category until I hear them say his name as a nominee.
He grabs my hand as the woman on the stage dramatically opens the envelope. I know her, she has a very popular single right now, I love it in fact, but I am such a wreck that I can’t remember her name.
My heart pounds loudly in my ears as she says with a smile, “And the Grammy goes to…”
Suddenly Justin is on his feet and pulling me to mine. He pulls me to him, holding onto me so tightly I can hardly breathe.
“I can’t believe this Maddy!” He whispers into my ear, hidden from the cameras, before releasing me to hug people and shake hands on his way to the stage.
“He won!” I think, “Oh my god…he won!” I was so shaken, I hadn’t even heard her call his name. I beam with love and pride as he accepts his award and delivers his unrehearsed yet perfect speech.
His was the last award presented, and before I know it, the show has closed and Kenny is leading me backstage to find Justin.
“He won Kenny!” I hold on to his arm and yell the second we’re out of sight.
He places his hand over my arm and pats me sweetly, “It’s about fucking time.”
A laugh of excitement and relief burst from me. “Once again, Kenny Hamilton says it best.”
“Of course he does.” I hear Justin’s behind us and spin around.
“Justin!” I throw myself into his arms. “Congratulations! I told you didn’t I? Didn’t I tell you?”
He lifts me off the ground and spins me around. “We won Maddy Girl! We won! A Grammy! I can’t even believe this! A Grammy!”
“I know! You’re amazing…” I hold his face in my hands and kiss him. I am so full of love and admiration for him that I immediately begin to cry.
“Nope.” He brushes my tears away. “Not tonight…tonight isn’t for tears.”
“But they’re happy tears!” I argue with a laugh.
“Not even happy tears.” He places me back on my feet gently and then turns to Kenny. They hug and laugh and as always, Justin looks so small next to him…every now and then the little boy he no longer is peeks out and it always makes me smile.
Kenny pulls a key from his pocket and Justin takes it and then slips it into his own pocket.
“Come on…” he grabs my hand again and leads me away…staying on the outskirts of the crowds of people as much as possible.
We make our way down a hall of rooms until we reach the door with his name on a placard beside it. “All the nominees and presenters get dressing rooms whether they use them or not.” He tells me, pulling the key out.
He opens the door to a small but beautifully decorated room. The second the door is shut and locked he presses me against the wall with a deep and passionate kiss.
“How’s it feel to kiss a Grammy winner?” He asks with a sly smile.
“How’s it feel to kiss the girlfriend of a Grammy winner?” I tease.
“Pretty damn good.” He kisses me once more and the pulls his jacket off, tossing it onto the chaise longue that sits in the corner.
He returns to me and covers my throat with tiny kisses and nips of his teeth. His hand rides up my thigh and finds its way to my clit quickly…the ache from the limo returns with a vengeance and I cry out the moment he touches me.
He brings his mouth back to my own and eases his warm tongue into my mouth…it tangles with my own hungrily but gently.
His fingers have slid inside of me and are working in and out of my already dripping pussy with soft curling motions.
“Where are you going to put your Grammy?” I purr as he fucks me with his silky soft fingers.
“Where do you want me to put it?” He isn’t talking about the award.
“Anywhere you want.” Neither am I.
“Anywhere?” He raises his eyebrows and laps his tongue against mine slowly.
“Anywhere.” I confirm.
With that he pulls my dress up around my hips and grabs my right thigh, throwing it around my waist.
“What do you want Maddy Girl?” He asks as he tugs his cock free of his tuxedo for the second time tonight.
“I want you to fuck me…I can’t stand to wait anymore Justin!” I am now completely out of my mind with lust for him…my entire body hurts.
He slides into me right away without making me ask twice like he normally does. He likes to hear me ask for it and will drive me to beg more often than not.
I pull him closer to me as he begins to pound into me…my back slams into the wall with each thrust but I feel nothing but his cock moving in and out of me, nothing but his wet tongue traveling my neck continuously.
“Oh god Justin…give it to me!” I cry without caring if anyone can hear me. My fist twist and yank at his shirt and then move up to his hair. I grab him and pull his mouth from my neck and kiss him frantically as I moan into his mouth.
He fucks me harder and then whispers, “Do you want me to make you cum Maddy?”
“So bad Justin…so fucking bad.” I moan, my words clipped as he thrusts into me.
“Ask nicely.” He teases softly.
“Please Justin…make me cum. I was such a good girl on the way over, remember?” This works every time, he can’t handle it when I talk to him like this. “Wasn’t I?”
“You were…” A sexy smile crosses his lips as the memory flashes in his mind, but he never misses a beat, never slows his rhythm…just continues fucking me against the wall perfectly.
“I was a good girl, don’t I deserve some candy.” I moan into his ear.
“Oh god Mad…” he groans. Yes, that did it.
His hand falls from the wall behind me and searches out my clit. He circles around it…coaxing me to cum gently. He wants it to build inside of me a little longer, but he’s too late…I’m too turned on and seconds after he touches me an intense orgasm rushes over me as I scream his name.
My pussy grips down on his cock as though it has a mind of its own and won’t ever let him go. Juices flow from me with astounding force and coat his dick generously as he bangs into me even harder.
He has grown louder right along with me…groaning loudly with each forceful thrust…I contract around him as I cum and suddenly he is cumming too. A long growl of ecstasy pours from him as he pumps his load deep inside of me.
My hair is falling from its French twist so I tug on a few bobby pins as we catch our breath and let it spill around us. The media will wonder about the tiny detail of my hair being down as we leave, they will speculate about what was happening in his dressing room. And for once, they will be right.