Charity's Warrior (32 page)

"You could, but you won't. You'll wait until we are someplace you can cry out at the top of your lungs every time I make you cum," he replies. "Trust me; you're going to want to scream."

Every time I see him, I end up needing to sit on my foot, my girly parts screaming for some pressure. "We need to go," I snap.

That damn smile of his again!

"We will," he says calmly, slowly putting another bite of cheesecake in his grinning mouth.

My attempt at control fell flat. I realize he's fucking me already, titillating me, and I love it. My juices are flowing, my heart racing with anticipation. In no uncertain terms, it's foreplay. Justin knows exactly what he is doing, and that makes me want to have him right now!

Despite the openness of the bright room, the fact that we are not hidden at all, I kick off one of my heels and put my foot up between his legs. He is going to feel the same desire he's giving me, one way or another. I don't have to play fair. My toes can feel the bulge of his cock as he looks at me, both surprised and excited. He doesn't move, not wanting to draw attention to us, so I begin to wiggle my toes in slow strokes. It twitches and jumps in his pants, growing whether he wants it to or not.

There is lustful heat filling his eyes, wafting in like smoke. My eyes have something to say as well. I
will
make you cum in your pants if I have to!

With a wide, impressed smile, he concedes. It's time to go.

Justin has our waitress over with the check within minutes, and it isn't much longer after that when we are enjoying one of our favorite activities--licking each other’s tongues and fondling each other in the back of a taxi. Our bodies grind together tightly.

God! The fucking relief is wonderful!

Our blood boils over. I don't have any concerns about the driver, letting my hands roam wherever they want. Justin's pants are stretching at the zipper while I rub his cock to its full hardness. I can't wait to be squeezing it, tasting it, having it ram into me.

"I want to have you," Justin whispers. "I need a taste of your cum."

I'm insane with passion, wanting to claw his clothes open and stuff his hardness into me. My body throbs. I suck on his bottom lip and wish it was the tip of his cock. My tongue eagerly glides along his lips, darting into the heat of his talented mouth.

We hear the driver intentionally clearing his throat, trying to get our attention, and we realize we are no longer moving. We're home.

Justin pays him quickly so we can get out and get upstairs. We don't even bother keeping our composure in the elevator as we usually do. My tongue swirls around his mouth as my hips hump him into the wall. Justin has his hands everywhere, trying to get enough of me, sliding them under my dress on my soaked panties. I reach down and pull them aside, and his willing fingers dip into my hot folds.

I growl into his ear until the elevator chimes that its doors will open, and we quickly stop ourselves. When the doors open I realize we are not where we should be, we are not at either of our apartments--we're at the penthouse!

In the hallway up here, there is just a single apartment door opposite the two elevators and the stairs. The hallway is decorated, as if it is part of the apartment, with paintings and a table with flowers. The entire floor is obviously one large apartment.

Why the hell are we here?

Justin nudges me off the elevator and follows behind me. His face is beaming.

"What the hell are we doing up here, Justin?" I ask, nervous that someone will be upset at our presence.

My instincts turn me back to leave.

"Relax," he says, stopping me. "It's taken care of."

He pulls a key from his pocket and confidently marches to the lonely door. It opens for him easily, and I don't know why I am surprised. I watch him slip inside and call back for me to follow.

"Nobody's here," he shouts, showing me that we are alone.

"So what are we doing here?" I ask, cautiously stepping in behind him.

"It's all ours for the night. Come to the back," he says. "There's a great view and a hot tub." He grabs my hand and leads me in.

"I don't have a bathing suit," I argue.

He laughs at me and opens the glass doors to the patio. It is gorgeous up here; the patio is the rooftop of the building. There's an outdoor couch the size of a bed here, lounge chairs, and a small hot tub as promised. Strings of lights wrap around the rails and plants along the walls. He hits a pad on the wall and the speakers come to life blaring Mirrors from Justin Timberlake, "The vacancy that sat in my heart, Is a space that you now hold."

"You can see the water from here," he tells me, pointing.

It was a little distance off, but I can see it while Justin turns the light on in the tub, getting it ready. He dips his hand in and smiles.

"There's a changing area right here," he says, motioning to a semi-secluded area behind him. "You should get undressed." He whipped his shirt off over his head without hesitation.

Christ! How is he so damn hot?

"I'll get us something to drink," he said as he blew by me, kicking his shoes off and heading inside. I want to run my hands on him as he passes, feel his chiseled muscles.

He disappears inside, but a moment later his pants came flying out. "I'm serious!" he shouts.

I very nervously undress, afraid someone will see me. I'm just stepping into the tub when Justin reemerges, bare-ass naked, with two drinks in his hands. He stops dead and stares at me.

"What?" I ask self-consciously.

"I don't know why I keep forgetting how stunning you are naked," he breathes. As if I needed proof, I see his beautiful cock twitch.

He motions for me to finish getting into the tub, and hands me the glasses to hold while he climbs in next to me. Muscles ripple everywhere on him as he lowers himself into the water, hissing at the heat.

"Damn, that's hot!"

I laugh at him. "The water--or you?"

"If anyone is hot out here, it's definitely you," he says, gently taking one of the glasses from me.

We both take a drink and look up at the stars and all the lights from the other buildings. The beautiful day had turned into a beautiful night, and it felt great to be naked in the water, freeing. Justin turns on the jets, making the water bubble and swirl around us while we relax.

Under the water, I find his leg next to mine, and I run my hands over his calf. He smiles at me. I think he wants to look pleasant and happy, but all I see is fire.

One side of the tub runs along the wall of the building, hugging the edge. When I turn and put my arms over the side, I can look out at the whole lower half of the city. Justin, his eyes never leaving me for an instant, floats over and leans onto me, putting his head next to mine. His chest covers my back while he looks out with me. He slides his hands down my arms over the backs of my hands, embracing me, wrapping completely around me.

I feel safe here, but there's passion, too. The heat of his body pressing on mine, the dominant way it feels like he is claiming me as his, it drives me crazy. I nuzzle my cheek against his and rock myself back against him.

His cock instantly springs to life on my ass and I moan my approval. I'm able to turn my face enough to find his mouth and we kiss. His hands leave mine, moving back up my arms and down the front of me, gently squeezing my breasts. We grind against each other, enjoying the slippery feel, and the taste of him gives me the chills.

I'm ready to find out what he had planned for me, for the night. To show him, I reach behind me and grab his stiffness, pulling it against the flesh of my ass and rubbing it back and forth.

One of his hands disappears into the water, and then I feel fingers separating my labia and rubbing the tender flesh under my clitoris. He draws a circle around my clit and moves down, pressing into my waiting heat, teasing my G-spot. The muscles of his strong forearm are flexing and straining across me, making me want to feel more of his God-like body.

My knees ache to squeeze into him. I keep stroking him off on my ass, listening to his breathing and grunting.

"Tonight you are going to be my toy," he whispers. "I'm going to play with you until you can't take it, until it hurts too damn good."

I know longer care whose place this is, how Justin got us in. Now, all that matters is the excitement, the love, the freedom of being with him.

Justin suddenly, unexpectedly, grabs me by my hips and lifts me to my feet in the tub, bending me over the rail. I wait eagerly for his cock, and feel it push into me while our bodies drip. The full length of him buries deep inside of me, fucking me slowly as I look out at all the other buildings, the lit windows, wondering if they could see us.

Excited by that!

"Fuck me harder!" I demand, pushing my ass back against him. We collide together, our wet bodies smacking loudly. The sound turns me on, turns us both on. His strong hands pull my hips, pressing into the flesh.

As if he read my mind, he spanks my ass, and that sound is even hotter, a searing, wet
whack!

"Oh, Christ, yes!"

The sting crawls in between my thighs and makes my clit pulse.

Whack!

This one makes us both call out in pleasure. Justin grunts loudly and it's lost into the night air, but mine is more of a shout that releases me.

"Fuck me!" I said again, screaming it this time, pushing the limit.

I want to see how far we can take this, when the excitement will explode, so I lift myself up further above the wall, almost to a stand. My breasts are fully visible to anyone as they bounce under the force of his thrusts. I want to feel him deeper. I lift my left leg up to the tub's edge to open myself for him, and he responds by reaching around and strumming my clit.

Justin yanks my hair, tugging me closer to his face. His hot mouth touches my ear, flicking his tongue at it, dropping to my sensitive neck. He pulls my clit from its hood and stiffly rubs the pad of his fingertip on it, sending jolts of pleasure through my quivering legs.

His rock hard cock plunges into me, jabbing my G-spot relentlessly while I shout in ecstasy into the night, not caring if we are being watched. We fuck like this until my legs are threatening to give and I have to stop, unable to hold myself up any longer.

I collapse into the tub, turning and facing him, trying to catch my breath while he smiles devilishly at me from above. His wet, granite-like body drips down on me.

Damn it! The sight of him is intoxicating. My warrior parts demand his service.

There's no warning before he drops and takes a deep breath, disappearing under the water, becoming a blurry shadow in the lights. His mouth went right to my pussy, sucking viciously at my clit. The strength of his mouth pulled it free of its little hood and he licks me as long as he can hold his breath. Twinges of pleasure dart up into my stomach and down through my thighs. I grab the back of his head with both hands, fisting his hair, and crush his face into me, humping and grinding him with my hips.

I wish I could hold him down longer. I wish desperately, that he could hold his breath a little bit longer. My orgasm teases me, but I know he can't stay there for it.

When he does come up, he looks like something out of a perfume commercial. The water beads off him, running in streams down his body. His muscles are so defined it's as if I can pluck them off and move them around like interchangeable parts. He's almost gasping for air, but those green eyes lock on me as soon as they open.

It's his soulful, lustful eyes that capture me and steal my will every time. No one ever looks at me the way he does, as if I give him life.

Before he can protest, I jump forward and inhale his cock into my mouth, its wet hardness sliding in easily. I grab it all the way down at its base, jerking it as I slurp on it. My moans vibrate on the tight shaft, causing his loudest growl of the night so far.

He can't resist me for a few minutes, letting me take care of him for a change. Eventually, Justin pulls himself out of my mouth and stands me up in front of him, his chest heaving, and orders me to get out of the hot tub

"I told you," he says, "I have plans for you tonight."