We’re waiting within a maze of hallways deep inside the building where Justin will be doing a slew of interviews for the upcoming album.
I pull him aside, and lower my voice to a whisper, “Okay Justin…we’ve already given these guys the instructions: No questions about your personal life, no questions about the baby stuff, DNA test, what’s her face…none of it. So if they start to bring it up, signal Scooter or myself and we’ll pull them right there. Don’t answer any questions about that shit…it’s over with but they’re going to try.”
I’ve taken a risk by pulling him away from the group into the secluded hallway to discuss this, but we’ve got to cover it.
“Bobbi…” he tries to pull me to him. “When are you going to talk to me?”
I pull away firmly, “I’m talking to you right now Justin.”
“No…” he shakes his head, “You know what I mean.” He tries again to wrap me in his arms, and I want to allow it so badly. I want it more than anything.
“Come on Bobbi, just let me hold on to you for a minute…please? I miss the way you feel.” The sadness in his eyes nearly breaks me, but I stand my ground.
“Just signal one of us and we’ll put a stop to the interview.” I give him a smile to soften the blow before turning to rejoin the rest.
I wish I could say I’m as over him as I pretend to be, and I should be, because it was only one night. But I can’t forget it…he won’t leave me alone. He’s all I think about. And being with him 24 hours a day doesn’t help matters much either. I need to quit this job and get away from him…but I can’t, its Justin. What would I do without him?
He moves past me down the hall on his way to begin his day of press. He is deep in conversation with Scooter, but he grabs my hand and squeezes gently as he passes. I don’t want to let go.
I spend the day watching him banter with stranger after stranger. The way his mouth moves when he speaks, the way he expertly flirts with the female interviewers, the way his soft pink tongue slips out to gently lick his lips now and then, the way his hands sweep across his legs to smooth his jeans every so often…I am happily lost in him all day, waiting close by in case he should need something.
***
Later that night I climb into the shower. I’m going out with a friend from college tonight, I had called her a few weeks ago to let her know that we would be passing through her city and that we should get together. I’m looking forward to a night away from everything…a night away from Justin.
I’m dragging a razor smoothly up my thigh when I hear it. Someone has opened my door and there is no doubt in my mind about who that someone is. Justin is the only person who would be able to talk that flighty bitch at the desk out of my room keycard. But instead of calling out to him, I wait.
I pretend not to notice as he pushes the bathroom door open and ignore it when he slides up on the counter silently.
The curtain is clear but blurry with iridescence, but I know he can see the soapy outline of my body, and against my better judgment, I make the most of this. Arching my legs sexily as I finish shaving and sighing faintly with pleasure as I slowly rinse the shampoo from my hair.
I watch the shape of him from the corner of my eye, he remains still as stone, as though he’s afraid of being discovered too soon and putting an end to his private show.
I slide the curtain open with my eyes closed and feel around the wall for the towel. When I pluck it from its hook I flip my hair casually to the side and dry the ends before finally bringing the soft white Egyptian cotton up to pat my face dry.
The moment I open my eyes I feign shock, and do a pretty damn good job of it. “Justin! What the fuck are you doing?” I wrap the towel around me hurriedly. “How did you get in here? Get out!”
He wears a knowing smile, “You knew I was here.” He has always seen right through me.
“I did NOT know you were here…and I said get out Justin! I mean it!” I throw my arm up and point at the door.
He hops down coolly and makes his way towards me through the steam, that same little smile still tugging at his lips.
“Yes you did,” he grabs me before I have a chance to pull away and places a gentle kiss on my throat before licking a single droplet of water away.
A tiny mew of desire escapes me in spite of myself as I start to pull him to me before I can manage to get a hold of myself. A split second later I regain my mental footing and shove him away.
“Justin…” my breath is heavy, but I’m hoping he will believe it is out of anger instead of lust. “You need to go.”
He backs off a little but doesn’t turn to leave. “Bobbi, don’t do this…do remember what I told you that night?” He asks.
I remember everything about that night but I lie and shake my head.
“I told you that I just needed you once, and that I would live on it for the rest of my life. Remember?” I nod. He stands so close to me, and the urge to touch him is overwhelming.
“I lied Bobbi. I thought it would be enough…I was wrong. I need you Bobbi and I can’t do this anymore. Please don’t make me go. Just don’t fucking make me go.” He seems to be at a cross between sadness and anger, steeped in desperation.
I lose it for a second and reach out to him…my hands tangle in his hair as our lips crash together hungrily. My heart races feverishly as his warm tongue gently slips into my mouth to play against my own. And I find that I am moaning with pleasure at the taste of him. I feel his cock, hard and straining to break free as it presses against me, and it makes me ache with unimaginable longing but just as quickly as I have lost control, I fight to regain it and push him away.
He refuses to let go briefly, holding onto to me with almost painful force, until a horrible wail of rage and sorrow bursts from him as he releases me.
“God dammit Bobbi!” he roars as he storms out and I find that I had actually been afraid of him for a moment.
The door slams hard just as tears begin to spill down my cheeks.
***
After I’ve collected myself and finished getting ready I head out, making my way down the hall as quietly as possible as I pass his room.
But not quietly enough because he pulls his door open. “Bobbi, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have acted like…”
I hold up a hand to stop him, “It’s fine Justin. I understand…I shouldn’t have done what I did either,” I say quietly, “But I really have to go.”
“Where are you going?” He asks and I regard him without saying a word for what seems like a long time. He looks beautiful even in the harsh hallway lighting, his hair is perfectly tousled and the white button up shirt he is wearing is completely open down the front. Not one button is secured…not one fucking button…good god Justin. His jeans are zipped but the top button is unfastened revealing a tiny extra v of his stomach that would normally be hidden. I find my eyes resting there and snap them back up to his quickly.
He pretends not to notice, but I know he has. “Where are you going?” He repeats, running his hand over his chest. My god, I want him so much its painful.
“Um…” What am I doing? “I’m heading over to some club called…” I pull my phone out to read her text, “Tonic to meet a friend…I haven’t seen her in a while.” Did I really just throw that last part in so he would know I wasn’t meeting a guy?
“Stay Bobbi, come inside.” He holds open his door for me.
I don’t trust myself to answer, so I merely shake my head and stride down the hall.
***
Less than two hours later, I have learned that whatever this girl and I had in common a few years ago, has been lost. And I find myself drinking far too much to help pass the time. I am sipping my 4th Captain & Coke when I hear him call my name.
He is directly behind me, but rather than turning around to greet him, I nestle myself back against him. Kenny is beside him, as always in public, but pretends not to notice what is happening.
Justin rests his head in the crook of my neck and kisses the sensitive skin just below my ear.
I stupidly allow this and then while he continues to cover my neck with tiny nips of his teeth I ask, “What are you doing here?” I know why he is here, and I had known exactly what I was doing when I told him where I would be. I knew he would come.
He brings his lips to my ear to be heard over the pounding music in the club. “I came to take you home.”
He slips his hands under the tiny black jacket I am wearing over my top and brushes he thumbs over my nipples lightly. They immediately stand hard at attention, as though they remember his touch and have been waiting all this time for its return.
“Justin…” I warn, but it comes out sounding like I am begging for more.
“I miss you Bobbi…Let me take you home.” He pulls me back tightly against him and for the second time tonight, he hard cock greets me.
“I can’t…I’m here with someone.” I tell him even though I couldn’t care less about her, and to be honest, I can’t even find her in the crowd now.
“Where is she?” He murmurs against my flesh tugging on my earlobe with his teeth just as he had that night not so long ago.
I don’t bother to answer but spin around, my body still held close to his…”Dance with me.”
He pulls away and grabs me by the hand, leading me to the crowd of people on the floor. I know Kenny is right behind us, but it’s like he isn’t even there. Justin is the only person in the room as my eyes fall on him for the first time since he entered the club. He wears the same white button up that he had on at the hotel, buttoned now, with the sleeves casually pushed up to his elbows. A black fitted cap is pulled down low on his eyes to shield him from the others in the club. And for once, it is doing its job, and he seems to have gone unnoticed so far.
He pulls me to him hard and slides his hand down to the little dip in my lower back as we begin to move fluidly to the house music. His cock, still stiff, is now grinding against my thigh as I press harder against him.
“Lets fucking go Bobbi…” he moans into my ear. But I am enjoying this little game and ignore him as I turn around and fit my ass up against him once more.
His hands find their way inside my jacket again, but this time he has also slipped them under my shirt, and is now teasing my nipples through the satin bra they are cupped in.
I grind against him urgently, carefully keeping time with the beat to avoid suspicion, and wrap my arms up to pull his mouth back to my neck. His lips trail my skin so perfectly that it makes me shake gently.
“Tell me you want to fuck me.” I beg, unsure of whether he will hear me over the noise in the club.
He turns from me and starts to pull me away, yelling to Kenny, “Get the car…we’re leaving.” Oh yes. He heard me.
***
I am drunk, panting with out of control desire for him, and ready to go also, so I put up no fight.
Kenny has us out of the building and into the back of Justin’s Range Rover in minutes. We remain silent in the backseat, but Justin’s hand slips under my skirt, and he swiftly pushes my panties aside as he quietly begins to work the pads of his fingers against my clit.
I rest my drunken head on his shoulder as we make the ten minute drive back to the hotel. By the time we reach the private side entrance, the silk Justin has bypassed is soaked with my growingly frantic need for him, as are the insides of my thighs.
He reluctantly pulls his hand away from me and helps me down from the car. Kenny holds the door open for us, but doesn’t say a word, and we enter the hotel alone.
Justin walks at a fast clip ahead of me, leading me by the hand, our fingers laced. His room his closest, and that is the door he stops at. I don’t question him or protest as he slips the card in the door and holds it open for me.
It clicks closed behind us as he pulls me roughly back into his arms. His tongue swirls into my mouth with expert grace as I tug the buttons of his shirt open.
I pull from him kiss and repeat my earlier request, gasping as I work to pull his shirt off. “Tell me you want to fuck me Justin…tell me.”
“Oh god Bobbi…so bad…so fucking bad!” He moans, tugging me free from my jacket as he moves me closer to his bed. “I want to fuck you so bad. Bobbi…look what you do to me! Why the fuck do you do this to me?”
I allow him to push me onto the bed, but as his body slides against my own the memory of what happened in my room earlier flashes into my mind. How he had been so furious, and how he had yelled, and how it had scared me, and how it had…I realize now…excited me. I am ridiculously drunk, and I want more…I want to see him angry.
It takes everything inside of me to push him away, to make him stop, but I do. I push him away from me, my palms flat against his bare chest…but he comes right back, as if it didn’t even happen. I try again, but still he continues on until finally I shove harder and yell his name.
He stops, but doesn’t move away. “Justin, we have to stop…I’m sorry. It’s my fault, but this isn’t happening.”
His body stills completely above me and then he whispers so softly that for a moment I wonder if I’ve imagined it, “Just let me love you for Christ’s sake. That’s all I want to do.”
“No Justin, we’re not making this mistake again.” It makes me slightly sick to call him a mistake.
“This…” He kisses me once again, “isn’t a mistake.”
“Yes it is Justin…and I’m sorry. Let me go.” I push against him again and he rises up on his arms, allowing me to slip out from underneath him.
I steady myself on my feet and slowly head towards the door hoping for him to stop me, but a voice in my head tells me that leaving is the best thing I could do.
“Don’t go Bobbi.” He begs in a whisper that breaks my heart.
“I have to.” I answer without turning around.
I hear him stand from the bed and then his hands are on me. He grabs me by the arm and swings me around, violently pushing me against the wall with such force it sends the air rushing from my lungs.
“I’m not letting you go Bobbi…you’re mine. I see it in your eyes every day…you’re mine.” His knee pries my legs open as he fits his body against me. “Tell me that I’m wrong…I want to fucking hear you say that you aren’t mine.”
“I’m not…I’m not yours.” I lie.
He drags the tip of his tongue along my throat, trailing it upwards at an excruciatingly slow speed until I tremble against him. “You’re lying. Tell me the truth.” His voice is soft and sensual…he is teasing me now. “Tell me the truth Bobbi.”
I couldn’t lie to him now even if I tried. “I am Justin…I don’t know why, I shouldn’t be. But I am…I’m yours.” The confession brings more relief than I could have ever imagined.
“Yes you are…” he whispers into my ear. “And I am yours…I always have been.”
I drop to my knees the second the words leave his mouth and tug his belt loose and then unfasten his jeans and lower the zipper. He watches me, but offers no assistance.
I fit his cock into my mouth the moment it is free…it grows thicker and harder as I work it lovingly with my lips and tongue. He moans loudly, groaning my name as he guides me up and down the length of his beautiful shaft, but just as I begin to anticipate the taste I remember so well rushing into my mouth…the taste of his cum…he pulls me to me feet and presses me back against the wall.
My right thigh slides up to his waist as he raises my skirt and pulls my panties aside once again. He slips inside of me easily and I nearly cry with the comforting relief of being filled with him once again after much too long.
His head rests on my chest as he fucks me with slow but powerful thrusts that drive into me deeply. He moans my name over and over making my head blur with love for him.
My fingers have found their way into his hair, that is soft impossibly soft, again as I press him tightly against me.
But he lifts his head away and brings his lips to mine, swallowing my soft cries of pleasure. “I love you Bobbi…you could never know how much I love you.”
And though I have known somewhere inside of me that I’ve loved him for a very long time, I realize now, in this very moment how much I love him.
He begins to roll his hips gently, rocking against my clit as he fucks me…and within minutes I am nearly cumming.
“Harder Justin…make me cum!” I plead desperately.
“Don’t worry Bobbi…I didn’t forget that my girl likes it hard.” Oh how I had missed the things he says.
He drives into me with gaining force as my moans become screams. “Do it Bobbi…cum for me. Let me see my Bobbi cum…” he orders gently, his lips brushing against my own as he speaks.
I do just as I’m told, and as I do I feel the rush of sticky warmth inside of me that tells me he is cumming as well. I watch his face intently, memorizing every inch of it…and I can’t help but dart the tip of my tongue out to taste his pouty bottom lip.
“I’m never letting you go Bobbi.” He vows softly as we relax against each other. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
I start to answer him, to tell him that I’m not going anywhere, but he quiets me with a kiss…because he already knows.