JTPC POTD
Another POTD visual based on the pic of Justin in his little white coat thingy....
Justin Timberlake is in a pissy mood. He’s been in a pissy mood since he got there this morning, but it’s only gotten worse. You’ve noticed this on the sidelines and the few moments you’ve had with him alone in the dressing room. He hasn’t seemed like he’s been in a talkative mood, so you haven’t really spoken to him. Just shown him his clothes for the shoot, which he groaned at and helped dress him.
You didn’t mind that at all, getting to see him mostly naked, his rippling muscles and smooth skin. Before you’d always be able to gush about it with other girls, now you’re all alone, keeping your legs squeezed shut in the chair you’ve sat in most of the day. But he changes so fast you’ve barely been able to get much of an appreciative view. You find it cute and a little sexy that he’s still modest after all this time in the business. Still turns around sometimes when he puts on clothes, his back to you so that you can’t see his front, or more likely he can’t notice that you’re gawking at him.
You brought your lunch and had an extra cookie left over. It was homemade and you offered it to him. It’s been the only smile he’s had all day. And it left a little bit of chocolate against the corner of his mouth. You told him about it and watched his tongue come out to get it.
It was then when he said his first words to you that day, “Did I get it?”
And you smirked, “Maybe.”
He stared at you for a while and you just laughed. You were trying to flirt but he seemed a little shocked by it, which was weird cause he never seemed shocked on all those other shoots that you’ve worked with him.
You haven’t really minded his mood either. It’s kind of cute, complaint after complaint. And even though he probably could suck it up and just get through with his day, you’ve felt bad for him. The photographer has been an arrogant snot all day, purposefully trying to embarrass Justin and asking him to do things that a normal everyday person would slap him for suggesting. You didn’t understand what the big deal was. Justin’s the subject, he’s probably the most photogenic guy ever, at least in your eyes and here the photographer is acting like a little bitch.
Plus his assistant Rachel is sick as a dog and even though she’s there, she’s been barely able to help him. You feel horrible for her and even went out earlier in the day to get her some tea and some cough drops. You and Justin have both noted that she should be home. But his mother, who is his emergency assistant, was not available, adding more fire to his pissy mood.
“Pretend like the coat has you imprisoned.”
You giggle at the bored stare Justin passes the photographer and look at Rachel who’s sitting beside you. She started to laugh, too but then started to cough. God it’s just been a stressful day all around for everyone. Normally you look forward to shoots with Justin, but today you kind of hope it ends quickly.
“This is getting ridiculous,” you hear him groan. Then he says more clearly, “And it’s fucking hot up here! Can you just take the god damn picture?”
He’s right. They’ve got him in this huge winter coat under extremely bright, hot lights. You can feel the heat from your chair 30 feet away.
“Impatient are we?” The photographer says. You roll your eyes. You’ve worked with Justin several times before, the designer you work for tend to clothe a lot of his shoots. He’s always been kind and nice and polite and sexy as hell but this is your first shoot flying solo, since it was a smaller shoot. He’d always flirt with you, and you often thought maybe there was something there, a little tension, a little desire, but neither of you ever acted out on it.
Even though you often got yourself off at night thinking about acting out on it.
“You want me to be all fucking sweaty for your fucking picture?”
Rachel warns him in a scratchy voice. “Justin…”
“Look, are you done? Can I take a break?”
The photographer waves his hand in the air, rolls his eyes and says, “Get on your next outfit and give me a moment of peace.”
That’s your cue, and you quickly stand up and walk over to the far right wall where his dressing room is just in time to open the door for him and let him storm in. You close the door behind and watch him stomp into the room and struggle to get the coat off.
“God fucking dammit!” He yells trying to get the snaps off. He looks like he’s about to rip the thing into shreds and you’re sure your designer would not like to know that his $1500 jacket was shredded by an angry pop star.
“Whoa, calm down! Lemme help you there.” You walk over and he’s just standing there, staring at you, breathing hard. His jaw is clenched and his face is red.
He stares at you and says in a low voice, as if he’s confiding something in you. “I’m about ready to walk out.”
“Don’t walk out,” you say and touch his arm. Yeah, you don’t care, you go for it. He’s finally talking to you and you’ve been wanting to touch him all day. “I’ve still got three outfits to dress you in.”
“I really don’t fucking care.” He crosses his arms over his chest as best he can. The coat he’s in looks like a straight jacket, even though it’s not, but it was a beast to put on and you know it’s going to take some work to get it off.
“Please…” You turn behind him and unsnap the back so that it loosens a little and then come around the front and undo his neck snaps for him and then move to his arms. “You’ll miss me.”
“Get it off!” He squirms and you laugh.
“I am!” You unbuckle the bottom of the jacket, trying not to get too close to his crotch and then pull the jacket off of him. He’s bare chested underneath and you look at him and smirk, “You are sweaty. You need a towel?”
You smile over your shoulder and go to hang up the coat on the rack.
“No, what I need is a good fuck.”
The coat falls from your hands and you stare at him. He just said he needed a good fuck and the way his mouth let out the last work was powerful and harsh. It made in between your thighs flood. “I didn’t mean that,” he quickly says.
You suddenly begin to smile, thinking about Justin all hot, and aggravated and horny, and this time its not a fantasy, he’s right there with you, a few feet away.
“Yes you did.” You giggle and bend down to pick up the coat. “You probably do need one. Get all your frustration out. Is there someone you need me to call?”
“I’m not calling in a fuck.” He defiantly crosses his arms and looks off to the side. “It’s not like pizza.”
“Then is there someone on the staff you want me to summon?” You laugh and stare at him not realizing what you just said. You enjoy how his muscles look in his chest and arms and the pants he has on, how they’re hung low and how…how you can see how much he wants to fuck someone, even though they’re black and not completely fitted. You can still see.
You look all the way down to his bare feet, sticking out of the ends of the pants you hemmed earlier. Your vision travels back up and you bite your lips as he moves his hands to his waist line and pulls on the pants a little bit. You can see it move. You know it’s big and you know it’s hard, just dying to plunge into smooth, wet pussy.
You want it to be yours.
He clears his throat and your eyes dart from his crotch to his eyes. He’s staring at you and you let your teeth release your bottom lip. Shit, he just caught you.
“Sit up here,” he says and pats the counter he’s leaning on. You follow his command and go straight to where his hand was patting the counter against the wall of the room. When you turn and put your hands on the edge to hoist yourself up, you see him staring at your mouth.
And that’s when you realize.
He was summoning you.
You push yourself up and when he turns and stands right in front of your knees you say, “I’m not having sex with you, horn ball.” You try to keep the quickly thickening atmosphere light by joking with him. But you can tell he’s not in a joking mood.
“Yes you are.”
He just says it so matter of factly, still just standing there in front of your knees, half undressed, arms over his chest.
Staring.
“What?” you exclaim. This is preposterous! And exciting, but your mind can’t really adjust. You want to scream yes, but you know if you do that then you get labeled a whore. The smart girls who want to have sex decline at first and then get seduced. Yes, yes, you want him to seduce you. “No I’m-“
He cuts you off with a raised eyebrow and a step backwards. “You don’t want to?”
You catch yourself almost reaching out to him and your eyes widen when you realize you are losing a rare opportunity.
“No! I mean yes!” Shit, now he’s laughing at you. You take a deep breath as he keeps laughing and steps close to you. His hands press into the counter on the sides of your hips and he leans in. Your legs spread a little and you feel his breath against your face.
You try to save yourself. “I…I mean, 3 minutes ago you were frustrated with the world and now you’re…” He’s kissing your neck just slightly. It feels more like a light touch against your skin more than anything, but it’s enough to make your entire body shake. “Doing that…”
“If you’re opposed to it then fine.” He begins to pull back again and you spread your legs further and hike up your knees so your ankles can cross behind him and trap him in.
You’re supposed to be a good girl. You at least expect a nice date before you fuck someone. But this is Justin and you could use a good fuck as much as he could right now.
“I’m not opposed.” You like it when you see a smile come onto his face. His eyelids lower a bit and he stares at you mere inches from your face. “I just, didn’t really expect us to go from getting you changed for a photo shoot one minute to you propositioning me for sex the next.”
“Well what can I say, you’re cute, and you’re ass is looking good in those jeans.” You feel his hands grip your hips a little, touching your ass. You smile and bite your lip, wishing it was his, wondering how long he’s gonna drag this out until you get to suck on those lips and lick that tongue. His eyes travel down against your body. They widen a bit and then narrow with a smile. “And your tits are…”
“What?” You find yourself breathless as his body connects with yours, his hips pressing against your own, his lap against your spread legs. Pressing firmly, just pressing.
His eyes glance at yours for a moment and then back down and he says in a low voice, “Look and see for yourself.”
You glance and see that your nipples are hard and both peaking perfectly out on your white shirt. You should have known better than putting on that thin mesh bra this morning.
His hips rub against yours for a moment and you whisper, “Justin…”
“No one has to know…” He still thinks you’re against the idea. He doesn’t realize that you’ve been ready for this all damn day. “Come on girl, we’ve worked together before. It ain’t like we strangers and I know the photographers been getting on your fucking nerves, too. It’ll be a nice release.”
You keep your ankles crossed behind him and move your arms around his shoulders and neck, saying, “Well if you put it that way.” Before pulling him down against you, his hips press harder and his lips touch yours. He groans when you start to rub against him and you slide your tongue against his own that is warm and soft.
His hands grip your hips again and hold you stead as he pushes against you hard. He feels so hot and solid down there and you can feel yourself so ready for him, your panties wet, rubbing against your clit and your folds with every push he gives you. His lips suck at your own, and his tongue licks at your teeth.
You can’t take it and you push off him and start to immediately undress yourself. He does the same and you stare at him as his pants drop and then as his boxer briefs go. He’s left there completely naked, his dick hard and rigid, sprung free. He’s thick and long and you feel you body ache deep inside. He marches straight over to the door and locks it and you smile thankfully and pluck your bra from your chest and throw it at him.
He catches it but discards it and comes right over to where you’re standing by the middle table and hoists you up on it. He starts rubbing again, but this time your breasts and nipples get to rub against his chest and you can feel his cock between your thighs. The thin material of your thong is soaked and he groans when he pushes into him. You want to bite into him it feels so good. It just feels so damn good what his cock is doing to you through one small layer of clothing. You need it now. You feel like you could get off if he just kept pushing and rubbing that way, you could get there. You know it.
You move your mouth against his neck and suck hard, clutching onto him as he thrusts harder and touches your breasts, rubbing his thumb over the harden nipple. He groans against the side of your head. “I’m going to work you hard girl, so you better be ready.”
You drop your arms and legs from him and pull back, teasing. “I don’t even get foreplay out of this? I don’t know then.”
He narrows his eyes slightly and you try not to stare at his strong hand, slowly stroking his dick, his thumb running over the smooth head. “You want foreplay do ya?”
The next thing you know he’s got one hand on his dick, making it move up and down, real, real slow. His other hand has pulled your thong aside with his fingers and he’s pushing the head of his dick just slightly against your folds, moving up to graze your clit and down , putting just enough pressure to make your pussy relax, as if he’s going to enter.
But he doesn’t. You bite your lip and grip the side of the table, hiking your legs up and looking down, watching him rub you with his dick. “Shit…”
“You don’t need foreplay.” He states moving up and down. It’s so smooth and you close your eyes, praying, fucking praying he’ll slide it in. “You’re soppin’ wet already.”
“I’ve been that way for a while now.” You’re heels find a resting place on the edge of the table and he keeps his hands where they are, holding your underwear out of the way with one and holding his dick with the other.
“You been watching me girl?” He takes his dick and taps your clit with it and you feel your body shake “Getting hot off watching me change?” He taps it again.
“Maybe…” You pant and move your hand down so that you can touch him with your fingers and palm. You want to grab him so you can pull him in you, but you don’t get the chance. As soon at you grab him his hand is pushed down the front of your underwear. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the bulge in your pants earlier when I had to hem them a little.”
He strokes you with two fingers like he did with his dick, but then he pushes in and you groan. “It was right there in front of my face and I just wanted to grab it, just to see what you’d do.” He starts pumping you with his fingers, not giving you any time, not caring.
You don’t care either. His palm smacks lightly into your clit every time his fingers pump in and out of you and it feels so good. You can only imagine what his cock will feel like. His lips are close to yours and you try your best to jack his dick a little, but you find yourself just holding on to it. Holding on for dear life as his hand works you to pieces.
“You should have. I would have let you played with it however you wanted.” He smirks and pulls his hand out of you and out of your panties. You whine and it makes him laugh in an arrogant manner, as if he knows he’s got you right where he wants. Soon he’s nodding to you. “Lean back.”
“What?”
“Put your back flat on this table.”
You glare a little but do what he says. “I know how to have sex Justin.” You look down at him as he pulls off your panties and drops them on the floor. He looks so good, and sexy and strong as he moves his large hands up your legs and down your thighs, spreading them apart for you.
Soon he’s hovering over you. You can feel him there, pressing into you. Your knees are bent, feet still resting on the end of the table. His hands are clasped in yours, pinning them back against the table by your head.
You look up at him and he thrusts in you. Your back arches and his mouth descends on yours, sucking at your tongue. You thought you lost your breath when he put it in you, but now you feel like the wind has been knock out of your lungs When he pulls back he growls out against you, “Since you claim you know how to have sex, you’re gonna show me.” He pushes himself up, his arms straight, his hands still in yours and he holds his hips steady. He’s pulled out only a little so that his dick is halfway in.
He smirks. “Now fuck me.”
“What?” You gasp. You don’t understand. He’s supposed to fuck you crazy, get out all his aggression and here he is just holding his dick half inside you, telling you to move when he’s got you pinned down.
“I’m not moving. You do the work, girl. You want it so bad? You work your hot little pussy down on me.” You bite your lip and can feel your pussy wet and seeping against him. You try to move your hips and strain your body, rotating them down against him and then back up. “There ya go…” He groans, closing his eyes. “That’s a good girl.”
He leans down, his hands still in yours, but moves his mouth down against your breasts. He licks around one harden nipple with his tongue and then closes his mouth over it, suckling it and then biting it slightly before kissing in between them to get to the other.
“Shit…” You say harshly. You can feel his dick pressing into your walls with every slow movement you make. You’d try to go faster, but the way he has your body held still, you can barely move. “You’re fucking stretching me….”
“Aww I’m sorry.” He mocks you and looks down at you. He licks his lips above your hard and slightly reddened nipple. “You want me to pull out?”
“No!!” You panic. You could feel him pull away and you grind yourself towards him. “Shit, no..”
“Yeah girl…” He whispers against you, “Fuck my dick.” He gets into it and pulls his hands from yours, standing up and looking down at your bodies as you work your way up and down him. He smiles at you and holds onto your hips. “I always knew you had some tricks up your sleeve.”
“What if I do this…” You hike up your knees and hold them there with your hands. You’re completely open to him, spread out and he pulls back out of you and just stares. “You could pound into me so deep if you wanted to, ya know, if you do a little work yourself.”
“I’ve been working all damn day.” He complains, staring at your pussy. He starts to grin just a bit.
“So have I.” You pout at him.
“Fine. He slides forward again and nods above your head. “Grab hold of the edge of the table.”
“Why?” You ask even thought you do it, finding the edge way above your head so that your arms are back straight against the table, holding on.
You knees aren’t pulled back as far anymore and he grabs at your hips and thighs and says, “Cause I wanna see your tits bounce when I fuck you like this.” And then he slams into you. Your eyes roll back in your head and you gulp. God when you were fucking him it felt good and he was huge inside of you. But now, now he’s got all the power and he’s fucking you hard and fast, strong, pumping you with his cock, fucking you like you want to be fucked. You start to moan and whine with each inward thrust, clutching onto the table for dear life. You can feel your breasts bouncing against your body. He’s fucking you rough and you like it. “Yeah girl, you like it.”
He thrusts in so deep you bite your lips so you don’t scream. He holds it there and grits out, “Say it.”
“That I like it? I don’t.” You breathe and he stares at you. You pull your hands from the table and reach forward to bring him down against you. “I fucking love it.” He smiles and you feel him moving around you, in you and then next thing you know he’s above you, up on the table as well, dick still stretching you out, pussy still hot and aching against him. He pulls your legs up underneath his arms and hold them there bent, and high so he can fuck you just right.
“Every time we’ve worked together,” You pant. “I’ve want you to fuck me like this. I want you to spread me out on a table and just fuck the shit out of me.” Your talking makes him start to dive into you. It’s like his dick is beating you up inside, but you don’t mind. Each punch of him inside you makes you clutch him and you find yourself tightening your jaw and meeting him thrust for thrust with your hips. Slamming your bodies together.
“Yes, oh fuck yes Justin…” You growl against his ear. You can feel him panting and groaning against your shoulder, biting you there a little bit. His dick is hurting you now, making you achy and sore and it feels so good. You try to spread yourself as far as you can go, “Fuck me harder.”
And he does. You feel like you cant take it. Your nails are deep against the skin on his shoulder blades and you know your scratching him. You move your hands down and grab his ass, trying to push him deeper and deeper. You can feel him pounding into your spot, hitting it with each thrust.
Suddenly there’s a loud noise that sounds like metal sliding roughly against hard floor. You feel your bodies falling a little, tangled and join and the next thing you know the table has toppled over and he’s fallen down against you. You’re both half jumbled on the lopsided table and the cold linoleum floor.
You stare at each other and slowly start to smile. His dick is still throbbing inside of you.
“What the fuck was that?” He whispers against your lips.
“Are you guys ok?!”
Your eyes widen when you hear Rachel’s scratchy voice come from the other side of the door. Suddenly the idea of someone waiting on you, or wondering what you are doing, or possibly finding you to humping like rabbits on the floor excites you and you lower your eyes and scoot back so your back is flat on the floor and he’s kneeling over your.
“Don’t stop.” You whisper.
“Yeah…” He calls out and you watch him as he pulls your legs around his body and hikes them so your ankles are resting on his shoulders. “Yeah, something just fell Rachel. We’ll…” He bends down and his dick slides deep in you, the tip of it pressing hard against your spot, just holding it there. “Shit, we’ll be out in a few.”
“Yeah…” You whisper and clutch him, smiling. “Just after a few more fucks.”
He moves out and then back in. He’s deep, deeper than anyone has ever been before.
Suddenly you just fall into it, thrust after thrust. It doesn’t take long until he’s got you bent in half on the cold floor and he’s pressing into you, kneeling over you, fucking you like an animal, pumping you fast and hard. He sucks on your lips and bites them and he starts to groan and you feel it.
“I’m gonna cum in your fucking pussy.” He grits near your face and the way he says it and the intensity in his voice makes you hold on to him and you stop moving your hips and just feel him fucking you over and over and over again and that’s when you start to come. You feel it build up, you can feel it in the distance, it’s like your watching it approach, and then the next thing you know you have no time to stop it and it slams into you, wave after wave after wave. You wreathe and shaky beneath him and you scream, now your body thrusting against him hard and crazy. You feel him groan from deep within his gut and he spills into you, hot and hard and sticky, shooting up in you against your spot, making the last wave violent, so that your body knocks against his. You squeeze him around you.
You both stop and sigh.
Your legs fall from his shoulders and you feel hips lis press against your shoulder and then he starts to laugh. You smile at him and follow his gaze to the broken mess beside you. It looks like one of the legs of the folding table got slid out from under it.
You whisper to him, “We broke the table.”
His arms encircle you and he smiles. You’re thankful for the cool floor because both of you are hot and sweaty and sticky. “Let’s not go out there.” He whispers back.
“You have to superstar.” You smile and he groans a little and slowly pulls out of you. He sighs and sits up in front of you, leaning his head back against the wall.
You pull yourself up and hold onto your knees. You need a towel, you can feel how wet you are and you know its probably making a mess on the floor. Normally that type of thought would disgust you, but right now it makes you smile.
His head rolls lazily towards you and he smiles. “How many more outfits you say I have?”
You hold up three fingers and grin at him, rocking a little on your butt.
“Nice…” He pushes himself up off the ground and then extends a hand to pull you up. He does gently and you fall a little against his chest, not realizing how weak he made your legs. He kisses you quickly and smirks, holding your naked body against his for a moment, “Then maybe I’ll get to fuck you at least 2 more times.”
You grin and lean down to pick up his underwear and you throw it at him. “Next time lets just try not to break anything.”
Justin Timberlake is in a pissy mood. He’s been in a pissy mood since he got there this morning, but it’s only gotten worse. You’ve noticed this on the sidelines and the few moments you’ve had with him alone in the dressing room. He hasn’t seemed like he’s been in a talkative mood, so you haven’t really spoken to him. Just shown him his clothes for the shoot, which he groaned at and helped dress him.
You didn’t mind that at all, getting to see him mostly naked, his rippling muscles and smooth skin. Before you’d always be able to gush about it with other girls, now you’re all alone, keeping your legs squeezed shut in the chair you’ve sat in most of the day. But he changes so fast you’ve barely been able to get much of an appreciative view. You find it cute and a little sexy that he’s still modest after all this time in the business. Still turns around sometimes when he puts on clothes, his back to you so that you can’t see his front, or more likely he can’t notice that you’re gawking at him.
You brought your lunch and had an extra cookie left over. It was homemade and you offered it to him. It’s been the only smile he’s had all day. And it left a little bit of chocolate against the corner of his mouth. You told him about it and watched his tongue come out to get it.
It was then when he said his first words to you that day, “Did I get it?”
And you smirked, “Maybe.”
He stared at you for a while and you just laughed. You were trying to flirt but he seemed a little shocked by it, which was weird cause he never seemed shocked on all those other shoots that you’ve worked with him.
You haven’t really minded his mood either. It’s kind of cute, complaint after complaint. And even though he probably could suck it up and just get through with his day, you’ve felt bad for him. The photographer has been an arrogant snot all day, purposefully trying to embarrass Justin and asking him to do things that a normal everyday person would slap him for suggesting. You didn’t understand what the big deal was. Justin’s the subject, he’s probably the most photogenic guy ever, at least in your eyes and here the photographer is acting like a little bitch.
Plus his assistant Rachel is sick as a dog and even though she’s there, she’s been barely able to help him. You feel horrible for her and even went out earlier in the day to get her some tea and some cough drops. You and Justin have both noted that she should be home. But his mother, who is his emergency assistant, was not available, adding more fire to his pissy mood.
“Pretend like the coat has you imprisoned.”
You giggle at the bored stare Justin passes the photographer and look at Rachel who’s sitting beside you. She started to laugh, too but then started to cough. God it’s just been a stressful day all around for everyone. Normally you look forward to shoots with Justin, but today you kind of hope it ends quickly.
“This is getting ridiculous,” you hear him groan. Then he says more clearly, “And it’s fucking hot up here! Can you just take the god damn picture?”
He’s right. They’ve got him in this huge winter coat under extremely bright, hot lights. You can feel the heat from your chair 30 feet away.
“Impatient are we?” The photographer says. You roll your eyes. You’ve worked with Justin several times before, the designer you work for tend to clothe a lot of his shoots. He’s always been kind and nice and polite and sexy as hell but this is your first shoot flying solo, since it was a smaller shoot. He’d always flirt with you, and you often thought maybe there was something there, a little tension, a little desire, but neither of you ever acted out on it.
Even though you often got yourself off at night thinking about acting out on it.
“You want me to be all fucking sweaty for your fucking picture?”
Rachel warns him in a scratchy voice. “Justin…”
“Look, are you done? Can I take a break?”
The photographer waves his hand in the air, rolls his eyes and says, “Get on your next outfit and give me a moment of peace.”
That’s your cue, and you quickly stand up and walk over to the far right wall where his dressing room is just in time to open the door for him and let him storm in. You close the door behind and watch him stomp into the room and struggle to get the coat off.
“God fucking dammit!” He yells trying to get the snaps off. He looks like he’s about to rip the thing into shreds and you’re sure your designer would not like to know that his $1500 jacket was shredded by an angry pop star.
“Whoa, calm down! Lemme help you there.” You walk over and he’s just standing there, staring at you, breathing hard. His jaw is clenched and his face is red.
He stares at you and says in a low voice, as if he’s confiding something in you. “I’m about ready to walk out.”
“Don’t walk out,” you say and touch his arm. Yeah, you don’t care, you go for it. He’s finally talking to you and you’ve been wanting to touch him all day. “I’ve still got three outfits to dress you in.”
“I really don’t fucking care.” He crosses his arms over his chest as best he can. The coat he’s in looks like a straight jacket, even though it’s not, but it was a beast to put on and you know it’s going to take some work to get it off.
“Please…” You turn behind him and unsnap the back so that it loosens a little and then come around the front and undo his neck snaps for him and then move to his arms. “You’ll miss me.”
“Get it off!” He squirms and you laugh.
“I am!” You unbuckle the bottom of the jacket, trying not to get too close to his crotch and then pull the jacket off of him. He’s bare chested underneath and you look at him and smirk, “You are sweaty. You need a towel?”
You smile over your shoulder and go to hang up the coat on the rack.
“No, what I need is a good fuck.”
The coat falls from your hands and you stare at him. He just said he needed a good fuck and the way his mouth let out the last work was powerful and harsh. It made in between your thighs flood. “I didn’t mean that,” he quickly says.
You suddenly begin to smile, thinking about Justin all hot, and aggravated and horny, and this time its not a fantasy, he’s right there with you, a few feet away.
“Yes you did.” You giggle and bend down to pick up the coat. “You probably do need one. Get all your frustration out. Is there someone you need me to call?”
“I’m not calling in a fuck.” He defiantly crosses his arms and looks off to the side. “It’s not like pizza.”
“Then is there someone on the staff you want me to summon?” You laugh and stare at him not realizing what you just said. You enjoy how his muscles look in his chest and arms and the pants he has on, how they’re hung low and how…how you can see how much he wants to fuck someone, even though they’re black and not completely fitted. You can still see.
You look all the way down to his bare feet, sticking out of the ends of the pants you hemmed earlier. Your vision travels back up and you bite your lips as he moves his hands to his waist line and pulls on the pants a little bit. You can see it move. You know it’s big and you know it’s hard, just dying to plunge into smooth, wet pussy.
You want it to be yours.
He clears his throat and your eyes dart from his crotch to his eyes. He’s staring at you and you let your teeth release your bottom lip. Shit, he just caught you.
“Sit up here,” he says and pats the counter he’s leaning on. You follow his command and go straight to where his hand was patting the counter against the wall of the room. When you turn and put your hands on the edge to hoist yourself up, you see him staring at your mouth.
And that’s when you realize.
He was summoning you.
You push yourself up and when he turns and stands right in front of your knees you say, “I’m not having sex with you, horn ball.” You try to keep the quickly thickening atmosphere light by joking with him. But you can tell he’s not in a joking mood.
“Yes you are.”
He just says it so matter of factly, still just standing there in front of your knees, half undressed, arms over his chest.
Staring.
“What?” you exclaim. This is preposterous! And exciting, but your mind can’t really adjust. You want to scream yes, but you know if you do that then you get labeled a whore. The smart girls who want to have sex decline at first and then get seduced. Yes, yes, you want him to seduce you. “No I’m-“
He cuts you off with a raised eyebrow and a step backwards. “You don’t want to?”
You catch yourself almost reaching out to him and your eyes widen when you realize you are losing a rare opportunity.
“No! I mean yes!” Shit, now he’s laughing at you. You take a deep breath as he keeps laughing and steps close to you. His hands press into the counter on the sides of your hips and he leans in. Your legs spread a little and you feel his breath against your face.
You try to save yourself. “I…I mean, 3 minutes ago you were frustrated with the world and now you’re…” He’s kissing your neck just slightly. It feels more like a light touch against your skin more than anything, but it’s enough to make your entire body shake. “Doing that…”
“If you’re opposed to it then fine.” He begins to pull back again and you spread your legs further and hike up your knees so your ankles can cross behind him and trap him in.
You’re supposed to be a good girl. You at least expect a nice date before you fuck someone. But this is Justin and you could use a good fuck as much as he could right now.
“I’m not opposed.” You like it when you see a smile come onto his face. His eyelids lower a bit and he stares at you mere inches from your face. “I just, didn’t really expect us to go from getting you changed for a photo shoot one minute to you propositioning me for sex the next.”
“Well what can I say, you’re cute, and you’re ass is looking good in those jeans.” You feel his hands grip your hips a little, touching your ass. You smile and bite your lip, wishing it was his, wondering how long he’s gonna drag this out until you get to suck on those lips and lick that tongue. His eyes travel down against your body. They widen a bit and then narrow with a smile. “And your tits are…”
“What?” You find yourself breathless as his body connects with yours, his hips pressing against your own, his lap against your spread legs. Pressing firmly, just pressing.
His eyes glance at yours for a moment and then back down and he says in a low voice, “Look and see for yourself.”
You glance and see that your nipples are hard and both peaking perfectly out on your white shirt. You should have known better than putting on that thin mesh bra this morning.
His hips rub against yours for a moment and you whisper, “Justin…”
“No one has to know…” He still thinks you’re against the idea. He doesn’t realize that you’ve been ready for this all damn day. “Come on girl, we’ve worked together before. It ain’t like we strangers and I know the photographers been getting on your fucking nerves, too. It’ll be a nice release.”
You keep your ankles crossed behind him and move your arms around his shoulders and neck, saying, “Well if you put it that way.” Before pulling him down against you, his hips press harder and his lips touch yours. He groans when you start to rub against him and you slide your tongue against his own that is warm and soft.
His hands grip your hips again and hold you stead as he pushes against you hard. He feels so hot and solid down there and you can feel yourself so ready for him, your panties wet, rubbing against your clit and your folds with every push he gives you. His lips suck at your own, and his tongue licks at your teeth.
You can’t take it and you push off him and start to immediately undress yourself. He does the same and you stare at him as his pants drop and then as his boxer briefs go. He’s left there completely naked, his dick hard and rigid, sprung free. He’s thick and long and you feel you body ache deep inside. He marches straight over to the door and locks it and you smile thankfully and pluck your bra from your chest and throw it at him.
He catches it but discards it and comes right over to where you’re standing by the middle table and hoists you up on it. He starts rubbing again, but this time your breasts and nipples get to rub against his chest and you can feel his cock between your thighs. The thin material of your thong is soaked and he groans when he pushes into him. You want to bite into him it feels so good. It just feels so damn good what his cock is doing to you through one small layer of clothing. You need it now. You feel like you could get off if he just kept pushing and rubbing that way, you could get there. You know it.
You move your mouth against his neck and suck hard, clutching onto him as he thrusts harder and touches your breasts, rubbing his thumb over the harden nipple. He groans against the side of your head. “I’m going to work you hard girl, so you better be ready.”
You drop your arms and legs from him and pull back, teasing. “I don’t even get foreplay out of this? I don’t know then.”
He narrows his eyes slightly and you try not to stare at his strong hand, slowly stroking his dick, his thumb running over the smooth head. “You want foreplay do ya?”
The next thing you know he’s got one hand on his dick, making it move up and down, real, real slow. His other hand has pulled your thong aside with his fingers and he’s pushing the head of his dick just slightly against your folds, moving up to graze your clit and down , putting just enough pressure to make your pussy relax, as if he’s going to enter.
But he doesn’t. You bite your lip and grip the side of the table, hiking your legs up and looking down, watching him rub you with his dick. “Shit…”
“You don’t need foreplay.” He states moving up and down. It’s so smooth and you close your eyes, praying, fucking praying he’ll slide it in. “You’re soppin’ wet already.”
“I’ve been that way for a while now.” You’re heels find a resting place on the edge of the table and he keeps his hands where they are, holding your underwear out of the way with one and holding his dick with the other.
“You been watching me girl?” He takes his dick and taps your clit with it and you feel your body shake “Getting hot off watching me change?” He taps it again.
“Maybe…” You pant and move your hand down so that you can touch him with your fingers and palm. You want to grab him so you can pull him in you, but you don’t get the chance. As soon at you grab him his hand is pushed down the front of your underwear. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the bulge in your pants earlier when I had to hem them a little.”
He strokes you with two fingers like he did with his dick, but then he pushes in and you groan. “It was right there in front of my face and I just wanted to grab it, just to see what you’d do.” He starts pumping you with his fingers, not giving you any time, not caring.
You don’t care either. His palm smacks lightly into your clit every time his fingers pump in and out of you and it feels so good. You can only imagine what his cock will feel like. His lips are close to yours and you try your best to jack his dick a little, but you find yourself just holding on to it. Holding on for dear life as his hand works you to pieces.
“You should have. I would have let you played with it however you wanted.” He smirks and pulls his hand out of you and out of your panties. You whine and it makes him laugh in an arrogant manner, as if he knows he’s got you right where he wants. Soon he’s nodding to you. “Lean back.”
“What?”
“Put your back flat on this table.”
You glare a little but do what he says. “I know how to have sex Justin.” You look down at him as he pulls off your panties and drops them on the floor. He looks so good, and sexy and strong as he moves his large hands up your legs and down your thighs, spreading them apart for you.
Soon he’s hovering over you. You can feel him there, pressing into you. Your knees are bent, feet still resting on the end of the table. His hands are clasped in yours, pinning them back against the table by your head.
You look up at him and he thrusts in you. Your back arches and his mouth descends on yours, sucking at your tongue. You thought you lost your breath when he put it in you, but now you feel like the wind has been knock out of your lungs When he pulls back he growls out against you, “Since you claim you know how to have sex, you’re gonna show me.” He pushes himself up, his arms straight, his hands still in yours and he holds his hips steady. He’s pulled out only a little so that his dick is halfway in.
He smirks. “Now fuck me.”
“What?” You gasp. You don’t understand. He’s supposed to fuck you crazy, get out all his aggression and here he is just holding his dick half inside you, telling you to move when he’s got you pinned down.
“I’m not moving. You do the work, girl. You want it so bad? You work your hot little pussy down on me.” You bite your lip and can feel your pussy wet and seeping against him. You try to move your hips and strain your body, rotating them down against him and then back up. “There ya go…” He groans, closing his eyes. “That’s a good girl.”
He leans down, his hands still in yours, but moves his mouth down against your breasts. He licks around one harden nipple with his tongue and then closes his mouth over it, suckling it and then biting it slightly before kissing in between them to get to the other.
“Shit…” You say harshly. You can feel his dick pressing into your walls with every slow movement you make. You’d try to go faster, but the way he has your body held still, you can barely move. “You’re fucking stretching me….”
“Aww I’m sorry.” He mocks you and looks down at you. He licks his lips above your hard and slightly reddened nipple. “You want me to pull out?”
“No!!” You panic. You could feel him pull away and you grind yourself towards him. “Shit, no..”
“Yeah girl…” He whispers against you, “Fuck my dick.” He gets into it and pulls his hands from yours, standing up and looking down at your bodies as you work your way up and down him. He smiles at you and holds onto your hips. “I always knew you had some tricks up your sleeve.”
“What if I do this…” You hike up your knees and hold them there with your hands. You’re completely open to him, spread out and he pulls back out of you and just stares. “You could pound into me so deep if you wanted to, ya know, if you do a little work yourself.”
“I’ve been working all damn day.” He complains, staring at your pussy. He starts to grin just a bit.
“So have I.” You pout at him.
“Fine. He slides forward again and nods above your head. “Grab hold of the edge of the table.”
“Why?” You ask even thought you do it, finding the edge way above your head so that your arms are back straight against the table, holding on.
You knees aren’t pulled back as far anymore and he grabs at your hips and thighs and says, “Cause I wanna see your tits bounce when I fuck you like this.” And then he slams into you. Your eyes roll back in your head and you gulp. God when you were fucking him it felt good and he was huge inside of you. But now, now he’s got all the power and he’s fucking you hard and fast, strong, pumping you with his cock, fucking you like you want to be fucked. You start to moan and whine with each inward thrust, clutching onto the table for dear life. You can feel your breasts bouncing against your body. He’s fucking you rough and you like it. “Yeah girl, you like it.”
He thrusts in so deep you bite your lips so you don’t scream. He holds it there and grits out, “Say it.”
“That I like it? I don’t.” You breathe and he stares at you. You pull your hands from the table and reach forward to bring him down against you. “I fucking love it.” He smiles and you feel him moving around you, in you and then next thing you know he’s above you, up on the table as well, dick still stretching you out, pussy still hot and aching against him. He pulls your legs up underneath his arms and hold them there bent, and high so he can fuck you just right.
“Every time we’ve worked together,” You pant. “I’ve want you to fuck me like this. I want you to spread me out on a table and just fuck the shit out of me.” Your talking makes him start to dive into you. It’s like his dick is beating you up inside, but you don’t mind. Each punch of him inside you makes you clutch him and you find yourself tightening your jaw and meeting him thrust for thrust with your hips. Slamming your bodies together.
“Yes, oh fuck yes Justin…” You growl against his ear. You can feel him panting and groaning against your shoulder, biting you there a little bit. His dick is hurting you now, making you achy and sore and it feels so good. You try to spread yourself as far as you can go, “Fuck me harder.”
And he does. You feel like you cant take it. Your nails are deep against the skin on his shoulder blades and you know your scratching him. You move your hands down and grab his ass, trying to push him deeper and deeper. You can feel him pounding into your spot, hitting it with each thrust.
Suddenly there’s a loud noise that sounds like metal sliding roughly against hard floor. You feel your bodies falling a little, tangled and join and the next thing you know the table has toppled over and he’s fallen down against you. You’re both half jumbled on the lopsided table and the cold linoleum floor.
You stare at each other and slowly start to smile. His dick is still throbbing inside of you.
“What the fuck was that?” He whispers against your lips.
“Are you guys ok?!”
Your eyes widen when you hear Rachel’s scratchy voice come from the other side of the door. Suddenly the idea of someone waiting on you, or wondering what you are doing, or possibly finding you to humping like rabbits on the floor excites you and you lower your eyes and scoot back so your back is flat on the floor and he’s kneeling over your.
“Don’t stop.” You whisper.
“Yeah…” He calls out and you watch him as he pulls your legs around his body and hikes them so your ankles are resting on his shoulders. “Yeah, something just fell Rachel. We’ll…” He bends down and his dick slides deep in you, the tip of it pressing hard against your spot, just holding it there. “Shit, we’ll be out in a few.”
“Yeah…” You whisper and clutch him, smiling. “Just after a few more fucks.”
He moves out and then back in. He’s deep, deeper than anyone has ever been before.
Suddenly you just fall into it, thrust after thrust. It doesn’t take long until he’s got you bent in half on the cold floor and he’s pressing into you, kneeling over you, fucking you like an animal, pumping you fast and hard. He sucks on your lips and bites them and he starts to groan and you feel it.
“I’m gonna cum in your fucking pussy.” He grits near your face and the way he says it and the intensity in his voice makes you hold on to him and you stop moving your hips and just feel him fucking you over and over and over again and that’s when you start to come. You feel it build up, you can feel it in the distance, it’s like your watching it approach, and then the next thing you know you have no time to stop it and it slams into you, wave after wave after wave. You wreathe and shaky beneath him and you scream, now your body thrusting against him hard and crazy. You feel him groan from deep within his gut and he spills into you, hot and hard and sticky, shooting up in you against your spot, making the last wave violent, so that your body knocks against his. You squeeze him around you.
You both stop and sigh.
Your legs fall from his shoulders and you feel hips lis press against your shoulder and then he starts to laugh. You smile at him and follow his gaze to the broken mess beside you. It looks like one of the legs of the folding table got slid out from under it.
You whisper to him, “We broke the table.”
His arms encircle you and he smiles. You’re thankful for the cool floor because both of you are hot and sweaty and sticky. “Let’s not go out there.” He whispers back.
“You have to superstar.” You smile and he groans a little and slowly pulls out of you. He sighs and sits up in front of you, leaning his head back against the wall.
You pull yourself up and hold onto your knees. You need a towel, you can feel how wet you are and you know its probably making a mess on the floor. Normally that type of thought would disgust you, but right now it makes you smile.
His head rolls lazily towards you and he smiles. “How many more outfits you say I have?”
You hold up three fingers and grin at him, rocking a little on your butt.
“Nice…” He pushes himself up off the ground and then extends a hand to pull you up. He does gently and you fall a little against his chest, not realizing how weak he made your legs. He kisses you quickly and smirks, holding your naked body against his for a moment, “Then maybe I’ll get to fuck you at least 2 more times.”
You grin and lean down to pick up his underwear and you throw it at him. “Next time lets just try not to break anything.”