I would never admit it, but I waited for nearly 14 hours at the airport for him. Took the day off work, and skipped two classes for the chance to see him. My determination paid off though, and I was front and center when he made his way down the terminal to greet the mob of screaming fans. Girls chanting his name, holding “Marry me Justin!” signs and trying to snap pictures on their iPhones, surrounded me. I did none of those things. I just stood as still as I could while being pushed and shoved by fans, trying to take him all in. He was even more amazing in person. I knew he would be.
When he looked my way, I caught his gaze and smiled. He stopped for a split second and smiled back. For just a moment we connected, I knew he felt it too. Then, before I knew what was happening he had backtracked and was standing before me, reaching out to hug me. My eyes fluttered closed at his touch. Electricity pulsed through me as a soft sigh slipped past my lips into his ear. He held me a little tighter and I knew this was it. I went for it.
“I want to make you cum Justin…” I whispered, “Just once.”
“What?” he pulled back a little to look at me. Time slowed and the crowd around us faded away.
“Just once.” I repeated.
He stared at me for a moment longer and then hugged me once more, whispering, “The Biltmore. I’ve got a villa under Hamilton James. ‘Round 1:00. Cheesecake.”
And then he was gone…making his way through the airport greeting the rest of the girls that were waiting for him, leaving me to wonder if it had even really happened. And cheesecake? What?
Just before one in the morning, I stepped through the hotel’s enormous doors, feeling out of place and nervous. Not to mention under dressed. Although I didn’t see any other guests the incredibly beautiful surrounds made me feel strange in my skinny jeans and fitted t. I had wanted to look casual…slipping on ballet flats and a sweep of lip-gloss before leaving the apartment I shared with my sister. But now I felt stupid.
I tried my hardest to look confident and sure as I announced to the man at the desk that I was here to see Mr. Hamilton James. He nodded and picked up the phone, punching in a series of numbers.
“Yes Mr. James? You have a visitor. Shall I send her up? Yes, just one moment.” He pressed another button placing the call on hold.
“Miss, could I ask what you had for dessert last night?” he asked.
“What?” I was surprised, but tried recover adding, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Mr. James would like to know what you had for dessert last night.”
“Cheesecake!” I answered. My voice too loud with the excitement of figuring out what he meant.
He nodded and punched yet another button on the phone. “Mr. James? The young lady had cheesecake for dessert last night.” He was silent for a moment. “Yes… Of course!”
“Mr. James is enjoying out penthouse suite accommodations this evening, would you like me to escort you?"
I shook my head, "No thank you, I'll be fine. Just point me in the right direction."
My heart began to pound as I moved closer to his room, and I suddenly wondered if I was dreaming. I decided against the old pinch yourself cliché....if it was, I didn't want to wake up.
He opened the door before I even had the chance to knock.

"Do you like cheesecake?" He asked without even saying hello.

I had always loved this about him, his complete randomness. He leaned against the doorframe. Backwards black baseball cap, simple white v-neck t-shirt, and worn jeans. I was relieved knowing I had made the right call by going casual.

"I love cheesecake Justin." I answered, looking at his delicious mouth.

"It's my favorite, and I believe it or not, room service here has incredible cheesecake...I'll order some up later. Would you like that...?" he trailed off, asking my name without actually asking my name.

"Isabel. And yes, I would love that."

He held the door open for me and I moved into the room, my entire body throbbing with wonder, and fear, and anticipation, and disbelief, and a million other things.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he stepped forward, closing the space between us. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he brushed my hair away from my face and whispered to me, his breath warm and moist against the sensitive skin of my neck, "I'm going to take a shower, all of this," he swept the air with his hand indicating my clothes, "needs to be gone when I'm through, Isabel."

I nodded, but didn't speak. I'm not sure that I could have.

I waited until I heard the water turn on before lifting my shirt up over my head and stepping out of my jeans. I nearly removed my bra and panties, but I had purchased a new matching set to wear tonight. Navy blue lace...and I wanted to feel him slipping them off me more than anything, so they stayed put.

I stretched out on the bed, my pussy growing wet as I waited for him. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, the breath caught in my throat. His hair was wet, dripping just a little onto his bare shoulders...with only a white towel wrapped around his waist I had an unobstructed view of his beautiful stomach. It too was glistening from his shower, his well defined abs moved slightly as he walked towards me.

"Good girl..." his eyes rolled over me hungrily. "So, you want to make me cum, Isabel?" He licked his lips, biting down on the bottom. I had seen him do this a thousand times in interviews and videos, but to see it in person...I can't put it into words.

"Yes." I whispered. My lust for him was nearly excruciating already.

"I don't normally do this. I can't afford for the press to run with a story like this." He stood in front of me, trailing his fingertips along the inside of my thigh. "So this will be our little secret won't it, Isabel." It wasn't a question...and the way he kept using my name, as though I were his. I was.

"Yes." I repeated. my head was spinning with pleasure and he had only touched my leg.

A tiny smile played at the corner of his lips, but was gone in an instant. Replaced by something between concentration and desire.
He narrowed his eyes down at me as he slipped one finger, and then another into my panties. I cried out, surprising myself, as the pads of his fingers found my clit.

"Do it Justin..." I begged, my voice shaking with pleasure. I knew that I didn't need to say anything more...that somehow, he would know.

He slid his fingers inside of me then, proving that I had been right. He pushed in and out at the perfect pace. Some guys think it's some sort of contest to see how far they can shove them in, but he knew better, slipping in and out of me gently as he swept his thumb against my swollen clit.

My eyes drifted open lazily as I moaned and writhed against his hand to find him watching me intently, his lips parted slightly. And again, I wondered if this was really happening.

I snaked my body around closer to his, he followed like a shadow, the rhythm of his fingers never missing a beat. I pulled the towel away from his waist revealing his cock at last. It was hard and perfectly shaped...the thickness of it waiting for me impatiently.

I moved my mouth to it...watching him watch me, biting his lip with anticipation. Still fucking and fucking me with his silky fingers.

I ran a finger along his skin....so, so soft. And placed a single gentle kiss upon the little bird that perched on his stomach before trailing my tongue down the downy soft line of hair that led to his waiting cock.

I stopped just short of his head, swollen and glistening with pearly drops of pre-cum my mouth open and waiting.

"Suck it." he whispered firmly. The way he spoke to me was driving me crazy. He didn't ask for anything. He just told me...he knew he could have whatever he wanted.

I slipped him into my mouth and began to work my way down the length of his shaft slowly. He never looked away, our eyes locked.
He moaned softly as his cock disappeared past my lips. "Mmmm yes....there you go." I flushed with pleasure at his praise.

I took nearly all of him into my mouth, until he nudged the back of my throat. It throbbed against my tongue as he fucked my mouth with gentle, yet determined thrusts.

"You've thought about my dick in your mouth before Isabel...I can tell. Is this what you wanted?" I nodded, unwilling to move my mouth away from him long enough to answer.

"Do you want to taste it? Hmm? Should I cum in your pretty little mouth?"

Again I nodded eagerly, staring straight into his eyes...I did want to taste it. And his words were almost more then I could bear. He just said and did whatever he wanted with complete confidence. He knew me. He somehow knew exactly what I wanted.

"You first Isabel. I want to watch you cum with my cock in your mouth."

Oh god.

He began to fuck me harder, with smooth strokes of his fingers inside of me. Still working over my clit with tight circles. I pressed against his hands, moaning around his shaft as he drove it into my mouth.

He knew I was close. "Good girl...cum for Justin. Come on." he coaxed gently.

Orgasm exploded inside of me...surging through me with incredible force. I had never cum so hard before in my life. He had done this to me with only his hand...impossible.
The walls of my pussy clenched around his fingers, cum gushing from me, running down his wrist.

I sucked harder as I came...taking him into my mouth all the way to the base greedily.

"Yes...yes...oh shit..." he had tangled his free hand in my hair, holding me firmly as he pumped into my mouth. "Do you want it Isabel? Do you want to taste it?" he asked once more.

I pulled away this time..."Yes!" I gasped, begging for it shamelessly "Cum in my mouth Justin...please, I want to taste you so badly." I plunged the entirety of it into my mouth once more, desperate for it.

"Suck it...yeah....take it all...that's my girl..." his tone was laced with approval as I worked up and down his dick, gagging slightly against the length of it.

"Look at me." He demanded sharply. My eyes flew to his. "I think you're going to make me cum Isabel...that's what you wanted right? To make me cum?" Again, I nodded, still devouring his beautiful cock hungrily.

He fucked my mouth with greater urgency as his words gave way to moans. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration, his lips parted and wet, his eyes hard and determined. And as I watched him draw closer to the edge I suddenly began to cum again around his fingers, I hadn't even felt it coming.

A loud growl erupted from him through gritted teeth as at last he flooded my mouth with his delicious load. The creamy saltiness of him playing on my taste buds as it ran down my throat.

I continued to suck, slowing to a gentle pace until I was sure I had gotten every drop. His body relaxing before me.

He pulled out of my mouth and brushed his hand against my face softly. A gentle calm sweeping over him as he leaned in to kiss me.