We had been together for a while, and I normally took the fans in stride…even when they were throwing themselves at him, offering themselves up like gifts. Hell, I had been one of them! Met him at a meet and greet, but that’s another story.
Like I said, I took it in stride MOST of the time. But I won’t pretend it was easy.
The trip to Vegas had been a surprise for me to celebrate my birthday…and even though I was only 18, Justin Bieber could gamble at any table he wanted…and by default, so could his girlfriend.
I had looked up from the Blackjack table where I had been steadily losing money, and spotted him across the room. I girl with long dark hair, and a ridiculously short skirt was whispering something into his ear. He nodded and smiled tucking the scrap of paper she was handing him into his pocket.
That was it. I flew into a rage, throwing my hand in…leaving the meager pile of chips I had left behind as I stormed over to him. He saw me coming and moved away from her quickly…a guilty look on his face.
“You asshole!” I yelled, knowing I was about to start something that would undoubtedly end up in the tabloids the next day.
He looked confused. And to be honest, he was usually a terrible liar but I didn’t relent.
“Give me the goddamn room key Justin!” I thrust my hand out, waiting. “And after that, go book yourself another room, because you’re sure as hell not staying in our!”
“What the hell Beth?” he handed me the key card and held his hands up as if to say ‘I surrender’.
“Fuck you.” I ripped it from his hand and spun around.
“Are you serious with this right now Beth?” He grabbed my arm, trying to stop me from walking away.
“Yes I’m fucking serious Justin. I saw you! I saw you take her number!” I jerked out of his grasp.
“I did not!” he pulled his pockets out to show that they were empty.
I didn’t bother to respond and stormed out of the hotel’s casino into the hall. He followed.
“Would you wait a minute?” he raised his voice a little louder as he chased after me.
Again, I ignored him and walked faster.
But not fast enough, he caught up with me spinning me around to face him. “Stop!”
I was breathing heavily, not out of the exertion of rushing down the hall, but out of anger and jealousy.
“Let go of my Justin.” My voice was calm and quiet now…his touch had a way of soothing me even when I didn’t want it to. “I can’t do this anymore.” I was near tears, and I hated it.
“Do what?” His eyes searched mine, trying to figure out what was happening.
“This! There are just too many…”
“Too many what?” he backed me up against the wall in the hallway that led to the lobby.
“Others.” I gave in an allowed him to press his body against mine, allowed him pin my arms above my head loosely, allowed him to drag his soft lips against my collarbone.
“There are no others Beth.” He breathed against my skin.
“Let go Justin…” but I didn’t move to free myself.
“Shhh…spread your legs for daddy.” He knew daddy got me every time…and tonight was no different. I moved my legs apart just a little, welcoming his hand as it slid up my skirt and into my panties.
“Someone’s going to see us.” I looked around, melting under his touch. “Let’s go back to the room.”
“No.” He continued on, the tip of his tongue searching out the spot just below my ear that drove me crazy. “Here.”
“Absolutely not Justin…this is the main hallway! Someone’s going to come through any minute…” but somehow my hand had already found its way down to stroke his cock on its own. It grew hard and thick beneath my touch.
“Let them see…” he let go of my wrists, slipping his right hand under my shirt, smiling as he found my nipples standing hard at attention, waiting for him. His left still working my now swollen clit.
“Tell daddy what you want…” he toyed with me knowing that I was now at the point of no return and he would get his way.
“Justin…come on. Let’s just go back to the room.”
“You know what I think?” he whispered as I continued to caress him through his jeans. “I think you want me to give it to you right here. Don’t you?”
I bit down on my lip as he dipped his fingers into my dripping pussy, “Yes. Right here.” My voice was clipped, my breath coming out in short gasps as he slid them in and out.
“I think you like thinking that someone could see us…that someone could find me fucking you like the naughty little thing you are right here in the hall.”
I ripped the buckle of his belt open and struggled with the buttons of his jeans. Desperate urgency rising up inside of me. When I had finally freed his cock, I slid my hand up and down the length of it for a moment…wondering once again at how it could be so soft and silky yet steely and strong all at once.
“Fuck me Justin…come on.” I wrapped my thighs around his waist and he entered me in one forceful thrust. I looked up and down the hallway…the thrill of being caught making my head spin. “Harder!” I hissed.
He pounded into my soaking cunt…driving into me deeply, my body slamming back into the wall with each thrust.
He reached up and wrapped his hand around my throat with just enough pressure to hold me in place. He swept his tongue against my lips, licking me slowly like an ice cream cone…driving me even more insane, though I wouldn’t have thought it was possible a second ago.
“Tell me you love it…say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I love it!” I cried, louder than I should have with people so close by…I didn’t care, and by the look in his eye, neither did he. “Give it to me…come on…do it! Fuck me!”
“Look at you, begging for my dick right here in public…you little slut.” I could see that he was pleased with me. Sex with him had always been incredible, never anything short of amazing and wild, but never this intense.
“Fuck me…oh god fuck me…”I gasped, nearly cumming.
He thrust inside of me harder, as waves on pleasure roared through me…my pussy clenching and coating his cock as I came at last…clawing at his back, moaning his name over and over. Not giving a damn who heard or saw.
He began to cum too as he watched me…seeing what he could do to me never failed to send him over the edge.
He drew his breath in sharply and I felt his dick jerking and pumping inside of me…filling me up with his warm creamy cum.
He moved inside of me gently as we caught out breath. “Amazing.” I purred unwrapping my legs from his waist.
“I’m always right.” He was so fucking cocky…I loved every bit of it. “Let’s go back to the room…you were a mouthy girl tonight and I’m not finished with you.”
He started down the hall in the direction of our room with me trailing behind him just as two women rounded the corner. Leaving me to wonder what they had heard.