Justin opens the car door for me and I slip inside, allowing myself one small sigh of upset before he climbs in beside me.
He puts the key in the ignition but doesn’t turn the car on. Instead he turns to face me, “They hated me.”
“No! They didn’t hate you! That’s ridiculous Justin!” We’ve just been to dinner with my parents, they’d wanted to meet him. I had been worried that it wouldn’t go well, and I had been right to worry. Dinner was a disaster.
“Okay maybe they didn’t hate me, but they sure as hell didn’t like me.” He shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t really care. But I know better. I know he wanted them to like him, and my heart breaks for him.
I can’t lie to him, “No. I think you’re probably right, but you’ve heard enough stories from me…you know how they are.”
“That comment your dad made, ‘We would prefer Jazmine to be with a man of color, someone with a shared cultural history.’ Man of color? Shared cultural history? Who the hell talks like that?”
He pulls out of the restaurant parking lot and heads in the direction of his place. “Want to stay with me tonight, or do you want me to take you home?” He asks.
“Your place. And I know Justin, my dad was an asshole and I’m sorry.” His right hand rests on the gear shift and I place my own over it.
“You do have to apologize for anything Jaz…” He smiles over at me so sweetly that I am overcome with the desire to go home and scream at my idiot parents until dawn.
“They’ll come around…I mean, come on, who doesn’t like you?” I joke, trying to make him laugh but it doesn’t work.
“We’ll see.” He replies, unconvinced.
A short while later he slides the key in the lock and holds his front door open for me. I head to the kitchen, “I’m getting something to drink…want something?”
“No, I’m good. But I picked up some of that weird ass pop you like earlier, it’s in the fridge.” He calls to me.
“It’s not weird ass pop Justin…it’s Diet Squirt! You’re the weird ass for not liking it!” I laugh.
He steps into the kitchen, smiling now, the sting of our failed meeting with my parents has started to fade a little. “Diet Squirt…who the hell drinks Diet Squirt?”
“I do!” I crack one open and take an exaggerated sip just to be smart.
He raises his eyebrows and gives me an ‘okay weirdo’ look, that makes me laugh.
I place the can on the counter, “What do you want to do tonight?”
He settles into a stool and spins his cell on the counter, keeping it going with gentle taps of his finger. “I don’t know…what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know either, but let’s stay in…I’m kind of tired.”
“Yeah, me too.” He agrees with a little nod.
We think for a little longer and then he snaps his fingers, “Hot tub?”
“Perfect.” I’m already heading into his room to grab the bikini that I keep in his top drawer. The idea of relaxing down into the warm water sounds wonderful after the night we’ve had.
When I step out onto the deck he has already removed the cover and flipped the switch to activate the jets. His arms are stretched out along the rim of the Jacuzzi, his head resting back, his gaze lifted to the sky although it was overcast today and there are no stars to see tonight.
“What are you looking at?” I ask him.
He raises his head up to face me, “The sky.”
“But why?” I point upwards, “No stars.”
“So? Stars are beautiful, but the sky’s got a pretty great thing going even without them. It’s just so…” He trails off, searching for the right word.
“Vast?” I volunteer.
He smiles and cocks his head to the side a little in that incredibly endearing way of his. “Yes…vast is exactly what I was looking for.”
His eyes leave my own and wander down my body slowly, “Never get rid of that bikini Jaz. Never.”
He gives me a smile, my favorite one. He has the most expressive face and at least twenty different smiles, but this one is the smile I like to call the “Real One”. And when the real one comes out, he lights up the room.
I twirl around for him, and blow him a kiss.
“One more time!” He moves his hand in a circle, and I spin around once more for him.
I love this suit too. It’s neon green, dotted with little white polka dots, the shocking color is beautiful against my chocolate skin. Plus, it’s a string bikini, and Justin has this habit of tugging the strings slowly to untie them…as though I’m a wrapped present. Very sexy.
I climb three small steps and dip my toes into the water. Perfect. It welcomes me like a warm, inviting bath as I sink down into it.
“Great idea…” I praise as I slide in close to him.
“I’m full of them tonight.” He whispers into my ear.
“Are you?” I whisper back. “Like what?”
“Like this…” He drags his lips against my collar bone, “and this…” he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into a slow kiss.
I reach down to find he hasn’t bothered with trunks. He is beginning to grow hard, and swells further beneath my touch.
“Oh look…” He smiles, “You’re full of great ideas tonight too.”
And just as I’d hoped he would, Justin reaches up on pulls gently on the strings that are holding the top of my bikini in place. They untie easily, and the little triangles that had been covering my breasts fall. The water laps at my nipples as the bubbles burst and pop around us.
He teases my nipples, sweeping his fingers across them until they are hard as glass, pinching gently as I stroke his now completely hard cock beneath the surface of the water.
He moves on, working his way down my body. He circles my clit through the bikini bottoms that are hiding it, and I moan loudly with the delicious relief that always comes with this first touch. He slips the green fabric down my thighs, leaving it wrapped around my knees and returns to me…slowly working a finger inside of me, and then another as my breathing grows heavier.
I’ve abandoned his dick…leaving it to wrap my hands around his wrists, to hold him in place while he fucks me with his silky fingers. My body rises and falls as I ride his hand…my nipples plunge in and out of the water with each bounce. The heat of the water quickly giving way to the chill of the air and then back again over and over causes thousands of goose bumps to spring to my skin.
I want to cum so badly, and his hand moves with such skill that I am already nearly there. But although it’s still too soon, he stops. My attempts to hold him in place fail miserably, and he pulls away.
I start to beg for more, but he picks me up, and I don’t have a chance. He pulls me to him with a “Come here…” and turns me to face the wall of the hot tub. He snakes his hand between my legs, his chest pressed close to my back. He lifts me a little higher and my clit is suddenly met with the steady forceful stream of the water jet.
I cry out with pleasure and let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder as the stream of water pounds against me. It feels incredible and I tell him so.
He spreads me open wider with his thumbs, exposing my clit completely to the jet as I hold on tightly to the ledge.
“Oh god Justin….” I cry loud enough for his neighbor’s to hear, but I don’t give a damn. “I’m gonna cum…oh my god…I’m gonna cum!”
He pushes me closer to the stream, the pressure drums against me more intensely as he takes my earlobe between his teeth and moans into my ear, “That’s right Jazmine, cum for Justin.” He only refers to himself in the third person this way when he’s fucking me…and I love it.
And just like that, just because he asked me to, my body does as it’s told and I begin to cum for him. My eyes close tightly as a long stream of screamed, “Yes…yes…yes’s…” explode from me.
As I allow the pleasure to course through me, he surprises me by slipping his cock inside me while I cum. He holds me up to the jet still, as he begins to fuck me. I contract around him, gripping his shaft fiercely as my orgasm rides on a little longer with the welcome addition of his dick.
He moves inside of me slowly, so as not to jar me from the jet stream, but with great power. Driving in deeply, putting every inch of his cock to good use. My skin is chilled from the night air, but he breathes in rapid, pleasure filled breaths against the sensitive skin of my neck. Warming me.
“Do you know how much I loved to make you cum Jaz?” he moans into my flesh. “You have no idea what you do to me….the noises you make, the way you call my name…Oh god…you have no idea.”
But he’s wrong , I know exactly what he means…he does the same thing to me. His eyes get a little sleepy just before he cums, his lips part to make way for the tip of his tongue which will curl softly against them. And sometimes he’ll draw a sharp breath with a hiss and whisper my name so quietly that it almost can’t be heard…and my name never sounds more beautiful than in that moment.
I turn my head to the side, and he kisses me deeply…our tongues slipping against one and other as we both moan and sigh into each other’s mouths.
A loud growl of pleasure rises from him, as his cock thickens…releasing his creamy seed into me. He pumps me full with strong bursts, and…yes, there it is, “Jazmine…” my name quietly slips past his lips.
He calls my name softly, I barely hear him…but it doesn’t matter, I like it best that way. And as always, just listening to him is enough, and another orgasm moves through me, more relaxed and less frantic this time…but just as intense and unbelievably satisfying.
He slides in and out of me with lazy, contented strokes, his head resting on my back as his breathing slowly returns to normal. I’ve moved away from the jet and rest comfortably in his lap…sleepy now.
“Are you hungry?” He asks after a while.
“Yeah, I kind of am actually.” I mutter.
“Come on, let’s go in…I’ll make you something.” He tells me with a final gentle kiss against the back of my neck.