Summary: I love this feeling more than anything in the world. It’s a feeling of excitement, mixed with fear and anticipation. He does this to me. Every time I come here, he sets my senses on overdrive…There’s only one word to describe my feelings towards him…obsession.
Contains: Alternate Universe, Humor, Romance
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Part 1
I love this feeling more than anything in the world.
It’s a feeling of excitement, mixed with fear and anticipation.
He does this to me.
Every time I come here, he sets my senses on overdrive.
The sad part about it is he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.
He doesn’t know that I crave for him in so many unspeakable ways. He doesn’t know how attracted I am to him – to his sexy, toned, defined physic. He just…he’s completely oblivious to the glances I steal in his direction when he’s not looking. He’s clueless to the fact that every time I leave here, my panties are soaking wet from imagining what it must feel like to have him hovering on top of me, naked – with that sexy smirk on his face, right before he slides his thick, hot, juicy erection into my depths.
I have it bad. I have it so bad, it’s pathetic.
I’m pathetic and I wouldn’t blame you if you took pity on me.
There’s only one word to describe my feelings towards him…obsession.
I’m obsessed with my photography instructor.
I’m obsessed with everything to do with him.
Do I feel ashamed by it? Hell no!
If you could see what I see, you’d be obsessed too!
But, it’s different now. It all started as a simple crush and grew into something so intense, that every time we meet, my body twitches and aches just by the sight of him. It actually hurts now, this…attraction I feel towards him, because I know it will never be returned. He doesn’t see me in that light and well, you can bet my heart was crushed the day I found out he had a girlfriend. Can you fucking believe he brought her to our appointment too? He…brought her along to ‘our’ one on one bonding sessions. We barely got anything done that day because he was so preoccupied with her. I will never understand what he sees in the tramp except the fact that she looks like a life size version of Barbie.
I think I inwardly began to despise him from that day on. But, the attraction is still there, eating at my core, weakening me with each passing moment.
God I love the sight of that man.
His tall lean frame, short brown curls, full pink lips and piercing blue eyes are breathtaking to say the least. His large masculine hands, toned abs, muscles and dreamy, pearly white smile, always makes my toes curl.
But, this is just me admiring him from afar. All this will ever be is a secret obsession and nothing more.
Ah, but if the universe ever decides to shift in my favor for any reason whatsoever, you can bet I’d be taking full advantage of the slightest attention Justin would pay in my direction. And I mean that it wouldn’t involve instructions on lighting, angles or inspiration when taking out and capturing a masterful photo.
Strutting over to my regular seat, I drop my book bag and plop down on the hard wooden chair. This does nothing for my comfort or cushioning my rear end. Now, don’t get me wrong, this is anything but school. I actually hired him as a private instructor to teach me the ropes of professional photography since it’s a career I’ve always dreamt of pursuing. He’s an expensive little fuck, but I’ll cough up any amount of cash to be graced with his gorgeous self for three hours, four days week.
Justin, I would say is very passionate in his line of expertise. He has his own agency that works closely with famous models in photo shoot sessions. Despite his fame as a well known photographer, he’s managed to remain grounded and modest. I admire that about him. I had to have ‘the best’ teach me the tricks of the trade. He was recommended by my art professor, since I’m fresh out of graduate school. I have a degree in fine arts, but decided to take on this field instead. So, working at the art gallery and taking these classes on the side in the late afternoon, is one step closer to my dream of being as successful as Mr. Justin Timberlake himself one day…
“Glad to see you’re only fifteen minutes late today Belle.” He voices, not once looking up at me while he changes the film in his camera.
Rolling my eyes at his sarcasm, I divert my attention to my surroundings. Justin holds his tutoring classes up here in one of his photo shoot rooms at the agency. I think he subconsciously breathes his work. There is always a camera attached to his hip like a second layer. The room is painted in white, with bright florescent lights for illumination. There is a changing room, photo equipments and props lying around. I gaze up and notice a white sheet connected to metal poles, sitting in front of what I assume to be a photo shoot set he had taking place earlier.
Wiping the lens of his camera carefully, he finally lifts his head up to watch me and I hold my breath as my hazels connect to his clear blues.
A light frown adorns his smooth baby-like face when he gives me a once over.
“Where’s your camera Belle? Aren’t you ready for class?” He inquires in a deep drawl.
“M…my what?” I ask stupefied. I can’t help it. The man renders me completely dumb every time I gaze into those sea blues of his. “Oh, my camera?” I enquire, trying to buy some time for an excuse. He’s not taking the bait.
“Ok, let’s hear it.” Justin sighs tiredly while waving his hands for me to explain myself.
“I was really swamped today at the gallery so I think I might have, left it in my desk at work. I’m really sorry Justin.” I cringe, waiting for some sort of eruption, but he remains calm, just studying me silently with his gaze and nodding at my response.
Bowing his head in thought, Justin places down his camera carefully unto a nearby table before he ambles over. Scratching at his growing stubble, I think he’s contemplating on how to voice his thoughts to me. Pulling up a chair, he takes a seat in front of me with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Oh god, kill me now. He’s…he’s so close. He’s never been this close to me before unless it’s ‘teaching’ related, like showing me how to hold the camera or angle my shots just right. Oh I can definitely picture him teaching me a thing or two that has nothing to do with photography.
“Listen Belle, out of all my ‘students’, you are by far the most passionate and motivated. You have a drive and passion for photography I haven’t seen in a long time. I’m more than honored to be your instructor and mentor in helping you to develop and perfect your skills but, you’re lazy.” Justin states flatly and my eyes widen with offence.
“Before you curse me out, you need to hear this. You’re always late for our appointments; three quarters of the time you’re never fully prepared and the other quarter, you’ve either forgotten something important like your…oh I don’t know….camera.” he states matter-of-factly with a light chuckle. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I need to see a little more effort from you. I need to know that you want this. I need to see you pushing for this if we’re ever going to get anywhere…else, I’m wasting my time and yours. Help me out Belle. Are you…are you having troubles at home, or personal issues? Because I always seem to pick up on your lack of concentration. You’re never focused and you always seem to be daydreaming. Let me tell you, it’s a pain having to repeat myself a million times for what I’m saying to sink in. If there’s anything at all, I want you to feel comfortable enough to be able to talk to me about it.” He pleads, grabbing my hand in his.
Oh.my.god!
What’s, what’s going on? He’s, he’s touching me! Since when does my ‘instructor’ show any concern for my well being? What’s happening? Is the universe shifting on me like I hoped it would? Because I’m not ready! God, I’m not ready for this type of attention.
I’m not ready to see his smooth angelic face pained with so much worry as his eyes twinkle with concern about me. I just, it’s too much! It’s, it’s too much!
Looking down at the blend of our skin colors together I smile. I’ve always wondered if Justin was the type to date outside of his race. He’s very reserved and he’s been with plastic Barbie forever. But, I’m wondering if he’s ever dreamt or fantasized about what it would be like to be with a black girl like me…even if it’s just once. Well, I’m not fully black, I’m mixed. But, my light brown skin, wide hips, big booty, hazel eyes and curly shoulder length hair says otherwise. I know I’m attractive and Justin would have to be blind to not see that. He does compliment me on my looks occasionally. But, I’ve always wondered, if I made the first move…if I came unto him, what would be his reaction? If I finally gave into my obsession, what would be the outcome? Would he hate me and vow I disgusted him and he never wanted to see me again, or would he confess to having the same burning desire for me? I just, I just suddenly need to know…
“Belle! Hello? Are you listening to me?” Waving his hands in front my face, I snap my head up in Justin’s direction. Giving a shy smile, I shrug without responding.
Groaning with defeat, he drops my hands, and stands to walk away from me. “You see that’s the same shit I was just telling you about. You’re not focused Belle. What has you so lost all the time? Huh?” Turning around to face me, he crosses his arms over his chest awaiting a response.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, I allow my eyes to scan his form, taking in the light blue jeans, white sneakers and white shirt he’s wearing. It’s tucked into his jeans with a slight overlap, enough for me to still see the black leather belt that’s hugging his slim waist. Noting the slight bulge in his jeans, I lick my lips subconsciously and shift in my seat. I’m betting he’s big. I’m betting he’s thick and long and just…big. I’m so engrossed in my sinful thoughts right now; I don’t realize that Justin is slowly approaching me until I see his form hovering over with a confused expression on his face.
“Ok Belle, I’ve had enough of your incoherence. We’re clearly not going to get anything done today with your state of mind. You can leave and come back tomorrow for our next class fully prepared and ready to snap your first model subjects.” Justin holds my arm to pull me to my feet before I can even get a chance to respond.
Now standing face to face, well not really, I whimper. My 5’7 frame is no match for his 6’1 frame. But I love my men tall and godlike.
Ok Belle, you need to chill out with these lustful thoughts. I’m already in hot water as it is. Justin is far from pleased with me and I don’t want him to give up on me. I really need these classes if I’m going to give this career a go.
“I…I’m sorry Justin.” Bowing my head in shame, I bend down to grab my book bag and sling it over my shoulder.
“Look Belle, I’m not angry ok? Well, maybe a little bit, but only because you’re blowing your cash on me and not using up all the valuable skills I have to offer.” He smiles and I open my eyes at his statement. Oh, I could twist what he just said in so many naughty ways, it’s ridiculous.
Still staring at him a bit shocked, I think he just picked up on my sudden nervousness.
Oh that’s so cute…I think….I think he’s blushing now.
Clearing his throat loudly, he creates some distance between us while rubbing his hands together. “I…I’m so sorry if I phrased that wrong or if it came out wrong. I didn’t mean anything by it. What I was trying to say was…”
“It’s cool Justin.” I speak sadly, cutting him off. “I know what you meant. I mean, I know you’d never look at me in that way because I’m not that pretty or anything. I just have an active imagination is all.”
Don’t I know it.
“What? That’s bullshit. Come on Belle, don’t say that…you’re…you’re an attractive woman. Any man would have to be blind to not see your beauty.” He hesitantly states while lowering his voice and giving me a bashful smile. I know and he knows he shouldn’t be saying this. We both know we should kill this choice of conversation before it goes any further. That’s no topic to be discussing between student and teacher.
I can see the guilt building in his system as he fights to find the right words to say. He’s uncomfortable now, something I’ve never seen him display around me. This makes me wonder. Could Mr. Timberlake be attracted to me and this is his indirect way of confessing it? I can almost hear the trumpets now. I just need to give him a little push in the right direction.
“You think I’m attractive Justin?” I inquire, taking a step towards him and grazing my hands down his firm chest.
Stepping back when I advance a bit more, he rubs the back of his neck in thought as his eyes dart around the large room. “Listen Belle, maybe you should leave.” He states calmly, now drilling a hole into my soul with his stare.
Oh no! Not this time. I’m going to milk this for as long as possible. I can be quite bold and aggressive if I need to be.
“Because it sounded like…”
“Stop it Belle!” Justin suddenly shouts, stunning me a bit. “What has gotten into you? This…this isn’t professional at all! God!” he yells, rubbing at his face roughly. “What are you trying to do to me?”
Smiling shyly I begin fiddling with the straps of my back pack suddenly feeling out of place. “I…I’m sorry I just thought…Well…I” And there goes my confidence. I’m so stupid. Now he’s bound to quit on me. He’s just staring at me, he…he’s just there, standing and staring.
“I’ll just…I’ll go.” I choke out, feeling a sudden rush of tears. He can’t see me cry. I won’t let him see me cry. I just, I don’t do well with rejection that’s all. It just hurts. It hurts really bad when you’re in love with someone and you can’t tell them. It hurts even more when you know those feelings will never be returned. Yes I said it damn it. I…I think, somewhere along the lines of spending time with him, I fell – and I mean hard. I couldn’t help it. What’s there not to love? He’s perfect. And I mean that with all his faults and shortcomings, to me, he’s still perfect.
Turning around to leave, I begin walking towards the exit, but I barely take ten steps before Justin rushes up in front and blocks my path. Lifting my head to look at him, I scowl a bit, trying to move around him but he won’t grant me leeway.
“Belle, I’m sorry.” He sighs, placing his hand under my chin to lift my head up. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…”
And I just zoned out…
“No I’m sorry. I overstepped my boundaries.” I lament, getting lost in his deep blues.
Chuckling, he shakes his head ‘no’. “Actually, I overstepped mine a long time ago when I decided to give one on one lessons. My agency doesn’t give private lessons. We like to have at least four students in a class to get the full interactive environment going. It’s good if they can compete and relate with their peers as well as the instructor. You Belle are my only ‘private’ class.” He admits with a sheepish grin.
“Huh?” Ok I’m lost.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me along with him towards the changing room. “I think we both have a few confessions to make. I’ll go first. I want to show you something.”
Leading me to the door of the changing room on the other side of the studio, he pulls out a key in his pocket and unlocks it, before he ushers me inside. Shutting the door behind him, and turning on the lights, I gaze around in awe at my new surroundings. This, this looks practically like a bedroom! There’s a huge walk-in wardrobe filled with costumes, large vanity mirrors, a large plush couch and even a bed which I assume to be a prop for his photo shoot sessions.
Turning around to face him, I’m still confused as hell.
“Here let me get that for you.” Taking my back pack away without my consent, Justin places it on a nearby chair.
Walking over to a draw connected to the wardrobe, he pulls out a folder and comes over to me. “Here, open it.” He smiles, handing me the folder and leading me over to the couch to take a seat.
Watching him curiously, I do as I’m told and cautiously open the folder, realizing it’s a portfolio of photography work. Scanning through the photos, my shock continues to build with each page I flip. “Oh my god.” I gasp, covering my mouth with one hand while the other continues to flip through the pictures. “Wow.” I breathe out in utter astonishment yet fully intrigued.
Turning to look at Justin, he seems to have a worried expression on his face. “These are…beautiful.” I exhale, still in a state of bewilderment.
Releasing a sigh of relief, he grins at me. “I had a beautiful subject.” He replies smartly and I giggle.
“Wait, I should be worried.” I suddenly admit. “I mean…all these pictures are of…me! When, how did you take these?”
“Every time you were occupied or your attention was somewhere else, I’d snap a photo of you. It worked well since the camera’s flash can be turned off. These are from months of various classes we’ve had together. I, I was going to make it as a surprise for you when our classes were over but, I figured now was as good a time as any.” He explains.
“But why Justin?” I enquire, not really knowing what else to say right now. Is he for real? Holy shit!
“Like I said, we both have some confessions to make.” Grabbing my hand in his, he takes in a shaky breath and I already have an idea what’s on his mind. “Listen Belle, the moment you walked into my agency asking for me, explaining that you wanted photography classes because that was your passion, I knew you would be different than my other students who just sign up online. When I found out that your professor recommended me, the same guy that taught me art in college, I was more than willing to lend a helping hand. But, I think what really caught me was when I saw you. I know this sounds lame but I swear to you, the air was knocked right out of my lungs when I took in your beauty.”
“You’re an amazing person Belle and I think, the male side of me wanted to know you and didn’t care how that would be possible. So, I bent around the rules for you and was able to give you private lessons with me. It was my way of getting to know you personally and still be the instructor you needed. The photos here, was just a crazy hobby I developed while working with you. You can call it what you want, but I think it’s a weird obsession I have. I just, enjoy taking your picture I guess. You’re such an expressive person and I just love the idea of permanently capturing all your expressions on film. I hope you’re not freaked out by me or anything.” He chuckles nervously and I just smile.
It’s a cheeky smile because I’ve been waiting and dreaming for this moment to come. Now that it’s here, I have no idea how to respond or react to him. Just great!
“I…I uh…well, I” giggling nervously, I shift uncomfortably while trying to gather my bearings. “Well, I like you too.” Is all I manage to get out. Well, it’s good enough I guess.
Grinning widely Justin bends his head then lifts it to look at me with a…a…is that a…is he looking at me with lust in his eyes? What?
“I know that much.” Justin chuckles and I frown. “I’ve caught you checking me out Belle, and I thought it was cute at first, but when I saw how upset you were the day I brought my girlfriend to our class, I knew it was a little more than just a crush.” He admits and my eyes once again are wide with shock.
“Oh I…”
“Shhh…it’s ok. I think with that explanation I just gave, it’s safe to say I like you too.” He smiles at me.
I can feel my heart beat pick up and my legs go weak. This is really happening isn’t it?
“Justin what’s, what’s happening?” I inquire in a shaky voice.
“Well, I’m not sure but I know I’d really love to kiss you right about now.”
“But your…”
“We broke up.” He suddenly states and I can’t help but be happy by that little fact. It’s what I’ve wanted right? Wait hold on, when did all this happen? What the fuck?
“Oh…”
“Belle, listen. I’m not sure what’s really happening but…but I’d like to find out.” Justin explains and without giving me a chance to voice my thoughts, he crushes our lips together in a heated kiss.
And my heart just stopped.
And oh my god I can’t, I can’t breathe. I can’t think, I just…
I love the feeling of his pink, soft lips against mine. I just…this is too much!
“Oh god…” I moan through the kiss as Justin pulls me towards him until I’m straddling his waist.
This is all happening too quickly, too suddenly!
No, no, no!
We, we need to stop!
I need time to think!
I….I…I’m not getting enough time to dwell on the consequences I’ll face if I give into his sexy self. His tantalizing touches, beautiful eyes, masculine firm body…
Oh who am I kidding?
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
I’m going for this.
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Part 2
Subconsciously, I wrap my arms around his neck as my legs are spread out on either side of his waist. I’m not thinking about the fact that my center is firmly pressed into his lower half. I’m not thinking about the fact that I can feel the bulge in his jeans growing with each passing second. I’m certainly not thinking about the deep throaty growls that he keeps releasing from deep within.
Damn, kill me now.
I am thinking about the fact that his hands have skillfully traveled down my back and are now cupping my ass cheeks. I am thinking about the fact that he just plunged his tongue into my depths and I can feel my head spinning with the amount of heat radiating between us.
Woo, I think I just had a hot flash.
“Tell me how you want it Belle.” Justin whispers against my lips, his hot breath sending shock waves through my system.
Oh, my photography instructor is a freak! I like a lot! Thank you my lucky stars.
“Wh…what?” I stutter, pulling in his bottom lip like a vacuum and sucking on it hungrily.
“Tell me how…you want it Belle.” Justin growls, holding under my thighs and standing with me still wrapped around his waist.
Moving over to the bed, he sits down on the edge and kicks off his shoes, finally breaking our kiss to look at me. His pretty blues have darkened immensely and I know that there is no turning back now.
“If you want me to stop, just say so but you should do it now before we go any further.” He warns with a cute smile on his face.
“No, no I would never, ever want you to stop.” I quickly respond, causing him to raise his brows at me in question. “Just, just…” Not really knowing what the hell I’m trying to say, I decide to shut up and put my hands to work instead. Chuckling at my anxiousness, Justin allows me to pull out his shirt from his jeans in one swift motion. Speedily undoing all of his buttons, I push his shirt over his shoulder, helping him to completely take it off. When I’m done, I pause to gaze at his naked chest and abs. He’s even hotter than I imagined. Oh my god. Suddenly, I’m not so sure I can go through with this. But, I have to…
“Belle?”
“Shh…” Placing my finger on Justin’s lips to silence him, I continue with my task at hand, unbuckling his belt, then pants, slowly bringing down the zipper.
Looking into his eyes, I allow my fingers to trace a pattern around and down his firm chest as his breathing picks up. He’s just sitting there watching me with lust filled eyes, silently taking in my actions. Moving his hands up my shirt to rest on my bare lower back, I shiver a bit from his soft touch. Almost instantly, he leans his head forward burying himself in the crook of my neck. Still allowing my arms to roam over his naked upper half, I suck in a breath when I feel his soft lips connect to the flesh of my neck in heated kisses. My body twitches a little in anticipation and I can feel my panties soaking from how wet I am. Darting out his tongue, Justin begins licking and sucking all over my neck as he pulls me in closer so our bodies are glued together.
I, I can’t take this anymore.
I just, I want him in me now.
I want him so bad it literally hurts.
“Justin…I…”
Breaking his suction on my neck to look at me, he waits for me to continue. I think he’s trying to figure out if I want him to stop or not.
I really don’t have time for this foreplay. I’ve been craving this for too long. We’ll get to the foreplay another time.
Jumping off his lap, I stand up straight trying to clear my giddy spells. Breathing deeply, I kick off my shoes to the side and pull off my shirt and toss it unto the floor remaining in just my black bra and jeans. Resting back on his elbows, Justin cuts his eyes at me curiously before he breaks out into a smile.
“No foreplay?” Justin asks in a low tone.
Shaking my head ‘no’ with a giggle, I drop to my knees and help him pull down his jeans until he kicks it completely off along with his socks. Leaning forward, I place a few light kisses over his stomach before I lick a trail above the lining of his boxers with my tongue. Smiling, I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Standing back up, I move to unpin my jeans. Justin is just…he’s just lying there on the bed looking up at me with amazement as I continue to undress myself, not really caring for him to help me. I know I may seem like a dick hungry slut but shit, I’m just about ready to explode here. I seriously need him right this very second.
Now it’s down to my panty and bra.
The moment I unclasp my bar and allow it to fall, Justin shoots out of the bed, grabbing me and pulling me down with him. Letting out a light shriek, we both laugh at our craziness before he flips us over so he’s hovering on top.
Propping himself up on one elbow to get a good look at me, he uses his free hand to move some hair out of my face. “A little anxious are we?” He chuckles, before leaning down to kiss me lightly.
“Shit Justin, I’m burning up here. Can we talk after?” I suggest in a rushed tone.
“Wow girl, take it easy. We have time.”
“No we don’t. Your next class comes in soon.” I remind him, seeing the realization slowly creep up on his face.
“Oh right…” he drawls, still looking at me. “Oh shit!” he belts getting ready to move off, but I quickly lift my legs and wrap them around his waist trapping him.
“Belle, we can’t do this. Well, not now…my class comes in at any minute. I need to get ready…you need to leave.” Justin rambles out now panicking.
“Uh huh.” I mutter leaning up to place light kisses on his neck.
“No, Belle stop. You don’t understand, if they find us here….”
“You worry too much.” I cut him off while I use my legs to push his boxers down his waist.
“I, I didn’t even lock the damn door.” Justin voices while lifting his head to look at the exit.
Grabbing his face in my hands, I force him to look at me. “Then I guess you should get to work huh?” I whisper against his skin.
Groaning at me, he lets out a growl when I move up and bite one of his ears. “Shit…” Justin hisses as I feel his throbbing erection against my bare thigh.
Allowing his gaze to travel down my mostly naked figure, he licks at his lips hungrily. “Ok, but you need to be quiet.” He instructs and I nod in anticipation.
Sighing with defeat, Justin lifts one of his hands to my breast, squeezing and massaging my mound before he leans down to attack my neck again. Holding my breath, I allow him to assault me with his sensual kisses. I swear this is bliss. I can’t even think straight right now.
Justin quickly works his way down my neck to my shoulders and then breasts, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Letting out a light moan, I begin to squirm from his long, torturous movements.
“Justin…” I whine, nudging him to speed up his pace.
Letting out a muffled laugh since he still has my breast in his mouth, he looks up at me.
“No teasing, no foreplay…ugh!” I belt.
“We’re going to have to do this right next time.” He says, using his free hand to push down his boxers until they’re completely off his body.
Oh there’s going to be a next time?
I could really get into this.
Forcing my head up to get a look at his member…
I’m curious.
My breath catches in my throat when I see his throbbing erection, long, thick, slick and dripping with pre cum.
“Oh…my…god.” And I say this with pure satisfaction. He’s even better than I imagined. I swear the real Justin is bypassing all my fantasy expectations.
“What?” he asks innocently before tearing my underwear off my body.
“Hey!” I scream out as I hear the ripping sounds of the cotton material.
“You wanted me to be quick right?” Justin inquires while allowing his fingertips to probe at my hot center, flicking my clit and spreading my folds apart.
Gasping in delight, I try to respond but my voice remains lodged in my throat when he unexpectedly shoves two of his long, thick fingers into my depths. My eyes widen in shock as he instantly begins moving his fingers in and out, twisting them around with speedy thrusts. My hips buck as I feel the entire lower half of my body lift off the bed.
“Holy shit!” I choke out as Justin continues to finger me at a rapid rate.
“You’re so wet Belle. Have you been like this all along for me?” He whispers, his eyes fixated on what he’s doing to me. He almost seems to be in a trance. It’s like he morphed into some blood thirsty animal. I’m actually a little scared right now.
“Wh…” my voice fades off as I shut my eyes when I feel my walls constrict around his fingers. I think I might explode at any minute. “Justin.” I whisper, getting lost in his rhythm. Finally looking up at me, he pulls out his hand licking his fingers clean before he gives me a sly smile.
What the hell just happened? Oh my god. Why did he stop? That asshole!
Swallowing harshly, I feel my body twitch as my orgasm lingers in the air not quite reaching its peak.
Now straddling my waist, Justin bends his head to the side studying me with his eyes. “You haven’t told me how you want it Belle.”
“What are you talking about?” I enquire.
“Slow, fast, gentle, rough….a mixture.” Justin states in a low raspy tone.
“I…I…”
“I’ll handle it.” He cuts me off before he grips my waist and pulls me down unto his erection with that sexy smirk on his face that I love so much.
And, I think my heart just stopped.
Ok, I’m certain it just did for a split second as I feel Justin push against me until the tip of his head slides into my center. Shutting my eyes tightly, I fight to regulate my breathing as he continues to push his way in, stretching my walls and eliciting deep moans from me.
Not waiting for me to adjust to his size, he immediately sets a steady pace thrusting in and out of me as my body shivers and twitches under him from the intrusion.
“Oh shit…” I gasp, gripping his shoulders as he doesn’t waste any time in quickening his pace while I try to match his rhythm. This is sick.
I, I can’t even understand myself right now.
It’s just too, too much.
He’s pushing into me…in and out, in and out…thrusting, pounding, fucking me…so hard, so skillfully…setting my insides on fire.
Mother of…oh my god…he’s…he’s fucking me.
We’re having sex.
This is unbelievable.
Shit, this is really happening isn’t it? I still can’t believe this. My senses are going crazy as he continues to thrust into me hard but not rough. Gripping my thighs he pushes them up until my knees are pressed against my naked chest. Leaning down, he kisses me sweetly before he pulls out and places my legs over his shoulders. Gazing deep into his eyes I whimper slightly.
“Shit Belle, you’re so beautiful, so…” Losing his voice, Justin holds his hard erection in his hands and pushes back into me with one swift thrust. “Shit.” he hisses, while shutting his eyes when he goes deeper than before. Crying out, I move my hips against his as he fills me up completely, hitting my spot dead on.
Grabbing my waist, I watch as his body begins to shine with sweat. Pulling almost all the way out, he slams into me harshly and I scream out in pleasure. Pulling out again, he slams in with more force, causing the bed to hit against the wall.
Grasping unto his side for support, I watch as he slowly loses control and begins pounding into me mercilessly, our hips in sync as our breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the changing room. Burying my head into the mattress, I can feel every inch of my body burning as I feel my orgasm beginning to build. Holy fucking shit…this is really fucking happening!
And suddenly he slows down, his head snapping up and his eyes wide as he loses all concentration.
“Justin…” I try to move my hips, hoping he’ll see that I’m close and he can’t stop now! Oh god I’ll fucking scream with frustration if he stops now.
“Shhhh…” Listening intently, he lifts his head in the direction of the exit. Bending my head to the side, I strain to view the exit as I hear what seems to be talking and laughter somewhere on the other side of the door.
“Shit, fuck!” Justin hisses.
“Your class?” I ask knowingly and he finally looks at me with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry Belle but…”
“Can you really stop now?” I inquire as he remains buried deep inside of me not budging.
“They’ll hear us.” He whispers, moving his hips again. Pulling all the way out, he quickly pushes back in and I moan his name out.
This is crazy.
We’re crazy, but I don’t want him to stop. Not ever.
“Uh yes Justin…” I moan as he swiftly picks up his pace again, uncaring that his students must be wondering where the hell he is. “Uh fuck!” I groan when Justin grips my waist tightly, pulling me down against him as he continues to thrust in and out, grinding our hips together…skin to skin, sweat glistening on our bodies threatening to blind us. But I don’t care about any of that. All I can concentrate on is my orgasm that’s quickly building again. I’ve been dying for a release and I’m going to get it damn it.
“So tight, so wet…uh shit Belle.” He growls, releasing a throaty groan. “I’m so fucking close.” He pants, skillfully working me with his now fast, short thrusts. I know he’s close. I can feel him throbbing, pulsing inside of me.
Tightening my walls around him, his eyes shoot open as he looks down at me. “Fuck…” he moans, dropping his head so our foreheads are connected. He kisses my nose, then my lips when I feel it happening in slow motion. I can feel it in the tip of my toes, tingling, shivering before it shoots up my legs – trembling, shaking until it rips through me. Like a sudden earthquake, my body jerks violently and I let go. I finally reach my peak, screaming his name out as he muffles my cries by pressing his mouth against mine. I can feel my walls tightening around him, milking him for everything he’s worth – sending him over the edge.
Significantly slowing down his thrusts, Justin growls in my ear “Oh my god…” before I feel his body twitch against mine until he shoots his hot cum deep inside of me. He continues jerking and writhing until his orgasm slowly subsides and his movements come to a complete halt.
Breathing heavily, I wrap my arms around his sweaty back as he collapses on top of me completely out of breath. We’re both gasping for air as we try to regain our composure. I can feel his heart pounding harshly against my chest. He’s still inside me, growing limp and I can’t help but smile. I love this. I love all of this.
This is a moment I’d love to capture on film, making it last forever.
It’s perfect.
Finally gaining some strength, Justin forces his eyes to connect with mine. “Belle?” He whispers, giving me a lazy grin.
“Yeah?” I whisper back.
“Are you ok?” He asks his eyes filled with concern as his face turns serious.
“Never better.” I reply with a light sigh of satisfaction. Still smiling, Justin pulls out of me and rolls unto his back to lie next to me.
Whimpering slightly at his absence, I yawn. Enveloping me in his arms, he pulls me against his chest as he stares at the ceiling in thought.
“Justin your class.” I whisper, when I hear loud laughter from somewhere close to the changing room we’re in.
“I don’t think I can survive that class after what just happened.” He chuckles, moving some damp hair out of my face before kissing my forehead.
Giggling I shrug in his hold, nestling in his arms. “So how are you going to get rid of them?” I inquire.
Thinking for a few seconds, he lets me go and seats up, searching the floor for his jeans. When he finds it, he pulls out his cell and winks for me before he tells me to be quiet. Dialing a number, he places the phone to his ear and I listen intently when I hear a cell ringing from somewhere outside in the studio. I’m guessing it’s one of his students’ phones. After a few rings, I hear a male voice filter through with a loud hello.
“Doug hey!” Justin says in a hush tone.
“Oh hey Mr. Timberlake. Guys shut up a minute; Mr. Timberlake is on the line.” I hear Doug shout and I stifle a laugh. I can actually hear him talking from somewhere in the studio. Looking over at me, Justin smiles brightly before calming himself down to speak.
“I’m so sorry. I’m assuming you all are at the studio already. Listen, I need to cancel class today. An emergency suddenly came up and I had to leave the agency. I’m sorry I won’t be back in time for class. I apologize for the inconvenience and I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Justin firmly states. I just can’t stop smiling. He’s ditching his photography students to spend time with me. The same man who I thought didn’t know I existed. This is all so amazing…I’m speechless.
“Oh…oh! No problem sir. I’ll let everyone know that class is canceled today. And see you tomorrow.” Doug speaks loudly so everyone can hear.
I hear a few groans and sighs before people start shuffling around. Soon, I hear the main doors to Justin’s studio room open and close repeatedly as students begin to file out. Glancing over at Justin, I realize he’s still on the phone.
“Have a good day Doug, and I’m sorry again.” Justin explains.
“Oh it’s fine sir. I’m just heading out….last to leave.”
“Ok then.” Justin moves the phone away from his ear, but quickly puts it back when Doug calls out to him.
“Oh Mr. Timberlake?”
“Yes Doug?”
And just like that, Doug’s voice fades. I can’t hear what he’s saying anymore from behind the door so I’m guessing he left but, but then I see Justin sitting there wide-eyed. What the hell? His mouth gapes open before he begins to laugh loudly while saying bye and shutting off his phone.
“What was that?” I ask him, scratching lightly at my bare stomach. Oh that’s right, we’re still naked. Damn.
“Doug just told me and I quote: “Oh and Mr. Timberlake, I’m sure you handled the emergency well but next time make sure you keep it down a bit. Oh and I’ll leave the lights on so you’ll lock up when you’re leaving.” Justin voices with an amused expression.
“Oh my god!” I slap my hands over my mouth in shock. “They heard us?” I ask incredulously.
“No, just Doug. He was the first here and when the others arrived, he made sure to make some noise outside so we’d quiet down. I can’t believe this.” Justin chuckles nervously while rubbing at his face.
“Awe, you’re embarrassed. That’s cute. But well, we’re alone now again. Don’t worry about it too much. Ready for round two?” I wriggle my eyebrows dismissing the awkward situation and he glares at me disbelievingly.
“You’re amazing Belle, but we have to do this right. You know with dinner on occasions and getting to know each other better.” He smiles widely.
“Wow, so this wasn’t just sex?” I blurt out.
“Are you shitting me? I’ve wanted to ask you out forever. I guess, the sex just came first, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
“And that would be…”
“We’ve been through this Belle. You’re an attractive, smart woman that I’d love to spend more time with you and get to know you on a personal level. That is, if you’d allow me.” Justin explains climbing over me, pressing our naked bodies together.
Not able to contain myself, I pull Justin down on me and kiss him long and hard, eagerly, excitedly and with great appreciation. I’ve wanted this so much. It still seems surreal but I can’t stop the swelling in my heart knowing that he’s actually and genuinely interested in me.
And my obsession is back on in full blast.
I can’t help it.
The man is just irresistible.
Breaking the kiss to gaze into his blues, I note the way he looks at me with so much admiration and curiously shining through those gorgeous orbs.
I never want to forget that look filled with so much raw passion.
I never want it to fade, for either of us.
Shaking my head and giving him a shy smile, I caress the sides of his face as he continues to pierce me with his gaze awaiting my response.
Giggling, I finally come out of the clouds and back down to reality. “I’d like that Justin. I’d really like that a lot…”
*The End*
