Call Me A Liar [Book 1] (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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I never claimed to be headstrong. Although it's been a word that people have used to describe me for a very long time, I know that my mind is never made up even when I think it is.

Especially when it comes to Justin.

There's no uncertainty when we kiss. We kiss like we're meant to do it, like we were brought onto this earth solely for our lips to meet. It sounds absolutely absurd, but I believe it wholeheartedly.

This doesn't feel so rushed or needy like the last time, but more pointed and focused. It's passionate and meaningful. Slow and hard.

His hand holds the hair on the back of my neck, clutching it to keep me in front of him while his lips move effortlessly with mine. We're almost as close as I need us to be, but I have a feeling he's purposely waiting before pushing any further.

"Jane." He separates from me while still keeping me close, pink lips looking even more so from moving against mine.

"Hm," I hum. I'm truly hypnotized by him this way.

He's absolutely breathtaking after he's been kissed. Trance-like eyes and full lips are so beautiful. He looks like nothing could pull him away from me, he's entirely fixated.

"I can't," he shakes his head. "I can't be friends with you. It's not going to work."

I swallow hard, panting against his lips that brush against mine. I know what he means. "I know."

Instead of saying anything else, he hastily pushes our lips back together. Nothing more needs to be said, we're both on the same page.

We can't be friends. We have to be more than that. And as much as we both know it's going to hurt like hell later on, it doesn't stop us. We collectively decide to be selfish for the first time in both of our lives, knowing that chemistry like this don't happen for everyone.

Euphoria overtakes me when he so effortlessly spins us around so my back is up against the wooden door I almost just left through. Our bodies finally press together tightly. I can't help myself from moaning into his mouth that's against me.

He's quick to slide his hands up my back, purposely pulling my shirt up with it.

"Take it off," he mumbles, prompting a hasty nod from me.

We part for only a moment as I pull the fabric over my head and toss it to the floor. The ends of my hair touch my almost bare chest that is covered only by a white lace bra.

I can't help myself from peeling his red t-shirt from his body, finally giving into my desires from just hours ago when I saw him on the ring. Olive skin is irresistible, so much so that my hands gravitate to his chest to feel him.

We kiss again like we can't be apart or else we'll suffocate. Hot lips and and even hotter tongue find mine, sending a rush of chills down my body. He feels me tremble against him, and pulls me in tighter reactively. His skin is so warm, his strong arms wrapping around me as if to provide protection from anything that could ever hurt me.

He would never hurt me.

I can't help but gasp when he reaches downward with our lips still attached, using one hand to hoist me upward. Our lips part, but mine feverishly litter hot kisses along his jawline that he claimed was hurting him earlier on. I'd kiss the pain away if I could, so for now I'll just do this.

Nothing matters as he carries me to his bedroom, the soft sounds of his uneven breaths only fueling me to continue pleasing him.

He lays me down on his bed with my legs still wrapped around him, grabbing my face in his free hand to force my lips back up to his. I'm ravenous as my nails sink into his arms, squeezing his muscles tightly for leverage as he climbs over top of me.