“Seriously?” I rolled my eyes at the Buick ahead of me who was driving at the maddening speed of at least six miles under the speed limit. I considered honking my horn, but didn’t, deciding it would do no good.
My cell began to ring in the passenger seat beside me. I grabbed it and pressed the talk button to answer. Seeing his name on the caller ID made me smile in spite of my mood. Cradling it between my shoulder and cheek because, where the hell was my hands free?
“Cam!” he said with genuine delight. Forever happy to hear my voice.
“Justin!” I laughed, playfully mocking him.
He didn’t notice. “What’s my girl up to?”
“Nothing. Other than cruising down Ashland Blvd at the leisurely pace of about 2 miles an hour behind some woman who forgot to invite us to her 99th birthday party last week.”
“Come see me! I’ve been stuck here at the studio all day,” he pouted. “We’re editing some tracks and I want your opinion.”
“Justin, you know I hate that.” I sighed. I love to watch him record. He falls into this secret place inside him…bordering somewhere between creative perfection and genius. Amazing to see. And very…very sexy. But I felt self conscious and anxious when he asked me to weigh in on my thoughts surrounded by producers and moguls who knew music inside and out.
“Okay then, no opinions…” he relented. “Just come keep me company. I miss you.”
I missed him too.
“Okay give me twenty or so.”
Twenty eight minutes later I pulled open the door to the studio. Frigid air conditioned air rushing at me, a shocking change from the California summer heat outside.
The sleepy security guard that manned the front desk knew me and greeted me with a smile, nodding me on.
I made my way through the maze of corridors that led to the studio where Justin was working. Finally, standing before the door, I knocked. I never walked right in although Justin had told me to a hundred times.
Justin swung the heavy wooden door open almost immediately, a scowl upon his face. “Cammy…don’t knock. Why do you always knock?”
“Because I’m a lady,” I batted my eyelashes at him, “And ladies have manners, and manners mean knocking before entering.” I gave him a little curtsey with a wink.
“Yeah…I’ve seen what a proper lady you can be.” He teased back. Pulling me into his arms for a brief but deep kiss.
“Mmmm, I’ve missed you.” He buried his face in my hair for a moment, breathing me in.
My eyes had drifted closed at the touch of his soft, warm lips and I whispered that I had missed him too before opening them.
He led the way into the room outside the recording booth. I was surprised to find it empty.
“Everyone on a break? Or did they finally get sick of the great Justin Bieber’s obsessive need for musical perfection and quit?” I teased. “Can’t believe it took ‘em this long!”
“Is that the dress I bought you?” his eyes traveled up and down my body as he motioned for me to spin.
I did, with a little laugh, the soft green silk twirling gently against my skin. “Yes. Where is everybody?”
He pulled me into his arms again, “They all went home for the night.” He whispered, leading me further into the room, his warm body pressed close to my own.
“Then what the hell am I doing here Bieber?”
“Just thought we could visit…” he feigned innocence. “You know, discuss the weather .”
“Yes.” I nodded, playing along, trailing my hand down to the already hard package that waited for me there. “I hear there’s rain coming.”
“Rain…” he murmured, his plump lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. “I think I heard that too.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist he swung me around. Lifting me with effortless grace, resting me gently on the soundboard. The knobs and buttons and dials cold against the backs of my thighs.
My lips sought his, but he merely brushed them against my cheek.
“Kiss me.” I pouted.
“Here?” his tone was teasing, yet gentle as he swept his warm, perfect mouth against my own. I sighed with pleasure.
“Here?” He moved to my throat. I felt my pulse fluttering beneath the tip of his tongue.
He tugged on my dress lightly, exposing the full mound of my breast that spilled from the top of my bra.
“Here?” he whispered once more. I looked down to find him watching me as he placed gentle kisses upon my skin, his eyes glazed with desire.
“Justin…” I moaned, raking my fingers through his hair to pull him closer. But he moved away from my touch and knelt before me, running his hands along my calves as he trailed soft kisses from my ankles to my knees.
He caught my eye again as he partly my legs gently, “Here?”
Another sigh, louder this time, slipped from me as his lips began to play against my inner thigh.
“Cammy…” his voice was firm, but still gentle, loving. “Here?” He wanted an answer.
“Yes…” I breathed, barely making a sound.
He continued on until at last I felt his wet tongue lap delicately against my swollen clit. The soaked lace of my panties barring his actual touch. I reached down and pulled them to the side desperately, offering myself to him completely.
A smile crept into the corner of his lips…he was pleased with himself and his ability to make me want him this badly.
“Here?” He asked again, his breath falling warmly against me.
“Yes…” I begged, my voice shaking with desire.
He dragged his tongue along my clit slowly. “Right here?”
I gasped and arched my back, flipping unknown switches as I attempted to bring myself closer to his mouth. “Yes!” I moaned.
“Cammy,” he scolded tenderly, still licking so softly I could barely feel it. “Where are your manners?”
“Please Justin,” I begged. “Please.”
He had wanted me to ask nicely, and now that I had, I knew that he would no longer deny me.
He worked his mouth against my clit, flicking it back and forth, as I cried out and rocked against him. When he had worked me into a sufficient frenzy, he began to suck softly. My sensitive bud disappearing past his lips as I watched. His eyes never leaving me.
“Don’t stop!” I panted, my fists tugging his hair, guiding him even though he knew exactly what he was doing. “Oh god! Please don’t stop Justin….”
I pressed his mouth to my pussy greedily as an intense orgasm exploded through my body.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god…Justin…Yes!” I was screaming now, but there was no one to hear us.
He slowed his pace as I relaxed. Replacing his quick determined licks with slow, soft kisses, allowing me to catch my breath.
When he rose from the floor he was already tugging on his belt. His cock, hard and strong…throbbing with his need for me was free in seconds, the silky head of it sliding up and down my slick sex for just a moment before he slipped inside of me gently. My head fell back as I took him into me. He moved inside of me without urgency, as if he wanted it to last forever. He filled me completely, making me feel whole once again.
“Oh god Cammy…” he moaned, bringing my wrist to his mouth, his lips moving against the thin, delicate skin there.
He continued on slowly, with gentle thrusts until I began to meet his pace with greater force…wanting more. He began to fuck me harder, his pace gaining in speed and strength.
I leaned back, and brushed against another switch, suddenly bringing the soundboard to life. Hundreds of glowing buttons cast a dreamy soft light around him and for a moment my breath caught in my chest as I realized once again how truly beautiful he was.
A second orgasm was creeping up from somewhere deep inside me and by the look in his eyes I knew he was close too. I burned with lust as I watched him lick and bite his wet, glossy bottom lip. His moans, once quiet and gentle, had begun to fill the room…causing my head to spin, drunk with my desire to watch him cum.
Never missing a beat, he reached out and swept his thumb across my mouth. I licked it softly, our eyes locked.
“Cammy…” my name slipped past his lips, barely a whisper, sending me over the edge. Powerful waves of pleasure rolled through me as I came.
Suddenly I felt the familiar jerking of his cock inside of me, followed by the delicious warmth of his cum as it spilled inside of me. Our cries of shared ecstasy filling the room until we were both finished and exhausted.
He leaned in and kissed me gently after a moment. “God, I love when you come to keep me company!”