Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 54

Zayn

Someone up there had to have something against me. They really wanted me to suffer, they wanted me to scrape together whatever self-control I had that seemed to be slipping through my hands and cling to it like my life depended on it.
Justin hummed something as he nodded his head to the music, he was listening to Dr. Dre with his beats, they were black with purple accents. And honestly, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little jealous.
But really, his headphones were the least of my problems. He distracted me so much, my self-control was dwindling by the minute and he was just so damn close. Not even my own music could distract me. I kept throwing him little sideways glances. And then our eyes met and even Stevie Wonder couldn't have missed the mischief and self-indulgence. He winked at me and took the liberty of licking his lips, which left me staring as if hypnotized. How I would love to touch those full lips with mine and I would love to push him against the wall and kiss him to death.
I would. If it weren't for the boys and the airline security a few meters away from us.
I bit my lip and held my phone in front of my face again, trying not to connect my eyes with Justin's anymore.
I was still whimpering at the lock screen and quickly went to my other pictures to upload another one when I realized that Justin must have had a lot of fun with my camera. He had taken at least a hundred pictures of himself.
In different positions.
My jaw was on the floor and my lower half was stubbornly complaining again as I looked at all the photos of him lying there naked, half naked or taking a stupid selfie.
I looked at Justin who was blinking at me expectantly, a proud grin on his face, as a reward I kicked him in the shin which made him hiss in pain.
"Why the hell did you have to use up all my storage space?" I growled, referring to the pictures. I didn't really want the boys to know what kind of pictures of Justin were on my fucking Hadyn.
His eyebrows shot up. "Use up storage space?" he fake pouted. "I just got you material for months of masturbating, Wifey."
I glared at him and looked over my shoulder. "I swear to God - "
"Calm down, man, they're all too tired to eavesdrop on our conversation."
I crossed my arms, snorted dully, and he just giggled. "Didn't you get enough beauty sleep, Wifey?"
I pursed my lips and shook my head. "Is it that obvious?"
His eyes sparkled. "I promise, if it weren't for the dark circles under your eyes, you'd be as sexy as ever, Wifey."
I glared at him angrily. "You're an asshole."
"I'll take that as a compliment," he mocked.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't stop the little grin. He was such an idiot.
"Hello, good morning, dear guests. Can I get you something for breakfast? We have fresh fruit, muesli, bagels, various cornflakes and also coffee, which might wake up our gentlemen a bit," offered a surprisingly cheerful flight attendant.
Justin looked at me and nodded his head in her direction. "Take whatever you want, it's on me."
My stomach growled when I heard about the bagels. "Can I have a cinnamon roll with cream cheese and a cup of coffee? Thank you."
The employee nodded and smiled. "And for you, sir? I'm sure you're starving." And I had to bite my tongue, it seemed more like she wanted to rip him off.
Justin hummed. "I'd like a cup of coffee and do you have any bananas?"
"Oh, of course, sliced ​​or whole?" she asked.
I would never trust an airline to slice my food. "Whole and could you give me the longest one you have? I'm terribly hungry." Justin replied.
I paid no attention to it, I was just thinking about how good a cup of coffee would sound right now. Hopefully it would wake me up and give me energy for the damn long flight, I would probably never find a way to sleep while Justin was here.
When the clerk came back with a tray with a whole pot of coffee on it. Also a whole bowl of fresh fruit and another with assorted bagels.
"Here you go, sir, a cinnamon roll with cheese spread." she handed me a small bowl of the spread and a couple of serving pieces.
"Okay, Mr. Bieber, we have a fresh bunch of bananas, all untouched. Pick whichever you want." She handed him the bowl of bananas.
I was too busy spreading my cheese spread on the bagel to pay attention to the pushy hostess and my husband. I sighed contentedly as I took a bite of the delicious pastry and as I did so I could hear the clerk pouring two cups of coffee.
"Cream or sugar?" she asked, placing the two cups in front of us.
"Three packs of Splenda and half and half milk." Justin replied, opening the banana as he waited for her to give him what he wanted.
"I'll take a pack and regular milk, please." I emphasized the last word to remind Justin of his manners.
He just looked at me with a grin and raised an eyebrow, the woman gave us what we ordered and Justin looked at her almost provocatively "Thank you." He then practically yelled at her just to make his point.
I gave him a scornful look and then said to the clerk with a slimy grin. "Thank you so much, you're a sweetheart."
She giggled. "No problem, gentlemen, just call if you need anything else. It seems like pretty much everyone here is sleeping. No wonder." she shrugged.
And I hadn't noticed that everyone was so busy but Niall, for example, had his eyes closed with the headphones in his ears, Liam and Heidi were talking to each other a few rows in front of us. I could hear their laughter and the little kisses here and there. Louis and Harry were sprawled out on their seats and loud snoring could be heard.
"Do you like Splenda?" Justin asked and took a big sip from his cup.
"What if? The shit is amazing and takes away all the bitterness," I replied, rolling my eyes and taking a sip of the hot drink myself.
Justin raised his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not being patronizing, really, I'm just agreeing." and if my mouth hadn't been full of hot coffee I would have groaned in annoyance.
So I just rolled my eyes and swallowed, the warmth made my whole body tingle and I sighed in contentment again. Man, coffee really was incredible.
I put the Becker in the holder and went back to my bagel. My stomach growled expectantly and I smiled as I looked down at the delicious pastry.
I glanced up to see Justin, who was humming to himself as he peeled the banana, slowly pulling the skin off, and I watched with mild interest as he pulled all four sides off.
It was the look in his eyes that made me freeze as he leaned forward and brought his lips to the fruit, giving it a quick lick, something a normal person wouldn't do. His eyes stared into mine as he swirled his tongue around the tip of the soft fruit and I widened my eyes as images of his mouth on a certain part of my body began to form.
Then he took the fruit and pushed it halfway between his lips, my breath almost catching in my throat and my fingernails digging into the armrests to hold me back. He slowly raised his head again and released the banana like he had done to me.
I couldn't look away, it was as if his eyes had me in a trance and I hated that. Now he began to move his head up and down further and faster, which pretty much destroyed the banana but my body responded anyway because my head knew what he meant.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and crossed my legs, even though it was pretty uncomfortable, as my erection was now pressing even harder, I turned to my bagel and took a rough bite, tearing off more than half of it. I was trying to distract myself here, okay?!
I noticed the grin on his lips as he bit into the banana and I wanted to pounce on him as he innocently bit into the piece.
He saw that I was still staring at him, his face was now innocence personified but his eyes still held the malicious glee. He held out the banana to me. "Want a bite, Wifey?"

-*-

We had been flying for an hour now and the guys all seemed to be asleep, the lights were dimmed and it was only seven in the morning. I couldn't believe I was already awake.
The caffeine had woken me up, but it was only temporary, which meant that in a couple of hours I would be completely fucked. But hey, I was awake.
The flight attendant had also dimmed the lights in the front, which I used to my advantage and was now able to break eye contact with Justin. After his banana stunt, I couldn't look the pop star in the eyes without seeing him on his knees in front of me.
I scrolled through my phone and looked for a playlist, the flight was going to take forever. And the excitement flowed through my veins, because as big an asshole Justin could be, I was actually kind of glad that he was here with me on this flight.
I knew I would soon be the only one still awake, the boys always fell asleep so easily when they were exhausted.
I couldn't do that, I needed a soft bed and a pillow to sleep properly. And knowing Justin's sleeping habits, it was nice that he would stay up with me.
"Why aren't you asleep yet, Wifey?" Justin started a conversation.
I sighed. "I can't sleep on planes, I need a proper mattress and a pillow before I can get any shut-eye." I explained, sinking back into my seat.
He hummed in response and then I felt him lightly rubbing his foot against my calf. I gasped as his foot moved over my bare skin, my body responding with goosebumps.
"Are you serious?" I asked, but I didn't move my foot as it somehow made me relax and even turned my leg towards him so he could get closer.
"Mmmmhmmm." he said shamelessly as his foot moved further up to my knee and I tensed as I realized what his real thought was.
"Can you please stop?!" I hissed, even though I hadn't moved an inch. A smart person would have kicked his foot away long ago, and normally I would have, but this time I could blame it on sexual frustration and insomnia.
I could see his white teeth flashing despite the darkness. "Why? Does it turn you on?"
I let out a shuddering breath, trying to hold back. "Hell no, your foot just stinks."
He automatically stopped and took his foot away, raised it to his nose and sniffed it. "It doesn't!" he replied defensively, and I laughed.
"I can't believe you actually just smelled your foot!" I couldn't help but laugh.
"I knew they didn't smell, but I was just checking. For you," he teased.
The corners of my mouth twitched and I shook my head. I just didn't understand the guy sometimes. I relaxed in my seat and reached for the water bottle the clerk had brought us.
"Come on, Wifey, don't you want to do something dangerous for once?" he whispered, his voice deep and rough.
I looked into his eyes, they burned. "I already did, by sleeping with you," I replied, my heart racing.
He snorted. "I mean something, like joining the Mile High Club."
My body felt like it had just been brought back to life, like I had taken my first breath. My head filled with so many thoughts. Most of them were dirty and naughty but also hesitant and unsure. I wouldn't like it if the boys heard us or caught us.
I shook my head feverishly, I knew I was a coward. I knew how much of a pussy I could be sometimes when it came to things that could get me in trouble.
We wouldn't actually get in trouble if we got caught in the airplane bathroom, but I would definitely face a lot of anger and disappointment. I had lied to her about what Justin was to me, he was my husband, in the eyes of the law. And I hadn't told a soul, not even management.
I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't notice Justin leaning over me. His hot breath fanned across my face and my heart leapt in surprise as I looked into his dark eyes. His lips were so close.
"You know you want this," he whispered breathlessly, his hot lips brushing against mine, my heart pounding so hard I felt like my ribs might break. I held onto the armrests, not wanting to give up, not wanting to agree.
I shook my head. "Not on a plane, especially not with these," I tried, but my body betrayed me. The heat and desire really did not leave my lower half cold.
"You're not going to let sleeping people disturb you, are you?" he whispered, his teeth biting gently into my neck.
I moaned shakily. "Is that so?" it came out more like a question and I had to shoot my eyes open, this isn't really happening right now?
He laughed softly and bit my earlobe. "Meet me in the bathroom, Wifey, we don't want the flight attendant to get suspicious, do we?"
And before I could protest, his lips were around mine and I whined, trying to grab his waist but he backed away, leaving me with a wink and extremely turned on.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him walking through the back of the plane to the toilets, he opened the door and sauntered through as if nothing had happened.
I groaned, throwing my head back in frustration. The lust and desire crept up my body as if it were some kind of poison.
I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist him. The opportunity was just too hot and sexy to pass up. I'd always wanted to join the High Mile Club but Perrie never wanted to do it in a public place, she kept talking about how unhygienic it was and how I could wait until we got home.
I waited a few minutes before wandering off towards the bathrooms, the flight attendant was nowhere to be seen and everyone else was asleep. Liam and Heidi were leaning against each other, Niall's feet were on an empty seat and Louis and Harry looked dead except they were breathing.
I tried not to make any noise as I maneuvered through the isles, carefully avoiding the seats and their shoulders and ending up at the back. My heart was pounding like it was about to burst and my hands were sweaty.
I knocked on the door, letting him know I would come in just in case he was pissing or something. The door unlocked and I opened it. My eyes widened when I saw how small the space was behind it. I didn't think two people could fit in there and I had no idea how people managed to fuck on airplanes. Well, I was eager to find out.
Justin was sitting on the toilet seat with the lid down to make more room, presumably.
When I managed to close the door, I locked it and saw Justin standing up. My heart started racing again, not just because we were going to have sex again, but because it was Justin and he had this idiotic, stupid, shitty effect on me.
He was already practically pressed against me and the sink must have stabbed his back because he hissed in pain as he tried to fix it and we ended up chest to chest, not even a single grain of rice could fit between us.
Justin grinned down at me. "I think we need to sit down."
My eyes widened a little when I realized what he was suggesting, but my lips twitched in a grin. "Then sit down, sir."
He growled and bit his lip and I couldn't help but get even more turned on by how impatient he was.
I pushed against his chest, guiding him back to where he was before and his eyes narrowed and his smug grin formed. When his ass was on the toilet seat I began to pull the hoodie over his head and then let it fall to the floor, his eyes just darkened and I bit my own lip.
"No foreplay," I growled and ran my hand over his hips on the toilet seat, I pressed my lips to his full ones and began to grind myself against him.
I stepped back briefly, pulled my shirt over my head and brought our lips together again, holding his face as gently as he did my waist so I wouldn't fall.
He groaned into my mouth. "We don't have time for foreplay." he growled as my hungry lips attacked him, trying to kiss every exposed piece of skin.
I shook my head. "No, probably not." I whispered, hopping off his lap to shed the rest of his clothes, he hastily followed suit.
We tossed our clothes in the corner and immediately picked up where we left off. Justin's legs were spread, presenting his erection to me, indicating that I should sit down on it.
When I got the perfect angle, I began to lower my pelvis, hissing as his tip slowly entered me, stretching my hole. Justin soothed me with kisses on the shoulder, rubbing my arms as I tried not to shout out any curses that would wake up the whole plane.
I arched my back as the last of Justin was inside me, my whole body experiencing the fireworks and flashes and shivers it did every time. I moaned softly as Justin sucked on my neck and arranged my body properly.
"Wifey, we can't sound like we're in one of those 18+ movies, we have to be quiet." He reminded me as I bit my lip to stifle a whimper.
I nodded and pressed my lips to his, he would be able to stifle my moans just like I could stifle his. We were both pretty loud most of the time which made the whole thing a little complicated, dangerous and breathtaking.
"All right, move Wifey. I'm a little limited, you have to do the work." He whispered, letting me know what we had to do as we really didn't have much room here.
I grinned. "I don't care, after all you'll be the one begging for more." and before he could respond with a sarcastic comment, I put my lips on his and circled my hips. He gasped at that, giving me the perfect opportunity to take control of the kiss.
I grabbed his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair as I moved faster, Justin moaned against my lips as my movements sent him into a whirlwind of ecstasy and it took all my self-control not to throw my head back and moan loudly.
He grabbed my waist, guiding me in the direction he wanted, circling my hips which hit my prostate and I dug into his shoulder. I swear he only hissed because my fingernails dug into his flesh.
"Wifey, please don't stop!" he commanded pleadingly which only made my length throb even more and his hand reached between us to give it the attention it needed. I sank into lust.
I really don't know how Justin managed it but Justin shot his load into me without making a loud, attention-grabbing noise and I managed to stifle it all by biting my lip, which I would probably have two times in forever.
We were both breathing heavily, our chests stuck together and the small room smelled extremely sex-filled. Justin held me tightly as I was pretty much slumped in his arms. My heart was pounding, I was breathless and my lips were crimson and swollen, I felt like I was going to collapse on the floor.
Justin was breathing heavily too, his golden hair stuck to his forehead and my heart clenched in my chest as I saw once again how wonderful he looked when he was sexually satisfied. I loved the way he always looked when we were done, he always looked so incredibly pleased with the world and he always managed to turn me on again with another smile or touch.
I leaned forward, giving in to my desires, pressing our lips together again as our breathing settled into a normal, or just healthy, rhythm. I relaxed into the kiss, my hands finding their way back into his hair.
Justin pulled away. "As much as I'd love to do it again, we have to get out of here because there's only one bathroom and we wouldn't be able to explain ourselves if someone came and knocked."
I huffed and began to sort out my limbs that were still wrapped around Justin. He let me do that while he grabbed a piece of toilet paper and cleaned himself up. I followed suit and we hurriedly got dressed. Justin was just pulling a shirt over his head that looked like mine and I realized I'd accidentally put his on and I was about to take it off when he stopped me.
"It's okay, keep it so you have something to remember our official induction into the High Mile Club." He winked and I rolled my eyes, threw on my sweaters and looked in the mirror, growling.
"Next time, can you please hold back when it comes to my hair? It feels like I have several bald spots." I grumbled, trying to get my bird's nest of hair in place.
He laughed. "I had to keep quiet somehow."
"And scratching my back wasn't enough," I replied with my smug grin.
Justin slapped my butt lightly and I flinched slightly. "Never."
We left the bathroom separately again, I was the first and I was really relieved when I was sitting in my seat and no one had seen me. The boys, Liam and Heidi were still sleeping and the curtain to the second class and the cockpit were closed.
A few moments later, Justin came back to the seats. He sat down in the front seat next to me, leaving the seat on the other side where he had been sitting to one side.
I was just about to ask him what he was doing when a yawn escaped my lips and shocked me. I have never been able to get really tired during a flight, no matter how hard I tried, I was always close to it but this time, I was so relaxed. I probably had the orgasm to thank for that and as I felt my eyes closing I could do nothing about the exhaustion that took over my whole body and finally collapsed into the soft leather seat.

-*-

Narrator

It was maybe just before ten in the morning when Zayn started tossing and turning, his lips making little whining noises as he searched for a comfortable position. His body tried to adjust itself, moving from right to left and even forwards so he could just go back to sleep properly.
Zayn's head had no control over itself anymore, it was all unconscious and that's exactly why he ended up laying his head on Justin's shoulder, it was inexplicable. An unsolved mystery.
Justin, however, seemed satisfied with his wifey's gesture, because he himself, just as unconsciously, laid his head on Zayn's, their bodies slowly snuggling against each other.
Both had sleepy smiles on their lips, their bodies were relaxed and they were audibly sleeping, probably the best sleep in ages, maybe the best they've ever had. And when their hands touched, it will remain a mystery forever, but they intertwined and that made hearts beat faster and minds completely shut down.
Both were sleeping, deep in dreams, and if anyone saw them, they would think they were a couple, a couple for life. The way Zayn's head was on Justin's shoulder and Justin was leaning against his wifey.
Their hands were tightly clasped together, both unconsciously enjoying the warmth and joy that came from this touch.
Zayn buried his head deeper into Justin's shoulder and Justin adjusted his position, adjusting his head so that his wifey could sleep comfortably.
If only they both knew that those few hours they slept were the most fulfilling, not because they were on a plane, but because they felt more like a couple and looked like Liam and Heidi did, who were sleeping just a few feet away.
And if only those two stubborn people knew how their lips had turned up into little smiles that were really genuine and not fake for the cameras, because they were in their little paradise where their bodies spoke for themselves, as their minds were in deep sleep...