His Girl

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Hey, babe," Justin spoke, walking into the room where I was. I hum in response, looking up from my phone into Justin's orbs. "Get dressed." He points his index finger at me with a smirk on his face.

"No," I moan, dragging the word out. I couldn't be bothered, I was too lazy.

A smirk tugs on Justin's kissable lips. "Well, I don't mind seeing you naked." He winks, turning me bright red from embarrassment. I grab the pillow that was beside me on the bed and threw it at him, but I failed my attempt, and he caught it. I roll my eyes at how bad my aiming is, maybe my strength too. He throws the pillow back at me, hitting me right in the face. He starts laughing at me causing me to tense. I pick up the pillow, again, and try to throw it at his face too, but I failed, again. I groan at myself for missing. I put my hand through my hair, frustrated at myself. I pout at Justin, hoping he wouldn't aim the pillow for my head again, but he didn't care and did anyways.

"Dick," I mumbled to myself, Justin heard anyway. He starts walking over to me on the bed. He leans down to my height.

"What?" He growls. I swallow the lump in my throat, growing my confidence again.

"Dick," I emphasised the word this time. He leans further into me, inches away from our lips joining. He kisses my cheek, to my jaw, then down my neck, leaving sloppy kisses. He starts kissing my neck, biting down onto my flesh, hitting the soft spot. I moan in pleasure, as shivers went down my spin. He pulls out, looking at my face.

"What was that?" He smirks as I struggle to find my words, my mind not thinking straight. He pushes onto my lips, laying on my back as he hovers me. He bits onto my lower lip. I escape a moan as he swallows it, giving entrance to enter his tongue. He starts tugging on my shirt, his hands sneakily going underneath it. He pulls out of the kiss, going back down to my neck.

"Dick," I finally breath out with a teasing smirk on my face. Justin doesn't respond, but continued kissing down to my clit.

. . .

I got into the café that wasn't too far away from Erick's house. I order a coffee and a muffin. I waited for them to freshly make my coffee. I breathed the aura of coffee in the atmosphere, which I love. Justin hasn't spoken to me since our little thing in the morning. So, I decided to leave and space myself from him for a bit. I didn't want to go too far away from the house, which leads me to why I am in this cafe, ordering a coffee and muffin.

I leave the café, bringing my takeaway coffee and muffin with me. I ate the muffin quickly before wrapping both on my hands tightly on the cup to warm me up. I forgot to bring a jacket with me, even though the clouds were grey before, I still didn't bring it. I don't know why. I take a sip of my hot coffee, only just to burn my mouth and tongue. I take sharp deep breaths to cool my mouth.

I get inside of the house. Justin was sitting on a stool which was in the kitchen. He looks behind him after hearing the door shut, he sees its me and turns back around, facing whatever was in front of him. I sigh. He takes notice and looks to the side, side glancing at me.

I walk past him to get to the stairs, him completely ignoring me. I go into our room, for now, and drop my bag that I brought with me and placed it on the edge of the bed. It fell off, some stuff comes out with it, I leave it since I couldn't be bothered. I grab the hoodie that Justin recently wore — since he left it on the floor — and put it on, leaving the leggings I had already on. I slide into bed and snuggle up with the hoodie, breathing in the amazing scent that was left over from Justin. Slumber soon took over me.

I woke up to being on something hard. I opened one of my eyelids while I was struggling to do with the other. I saw a big tattooed cross on the chest I was laying on, I instantly knew that it was Justin. His fingertips were drawing circles on my arm. I snuggle up to him more closer, if possible. "Morning," Justin's croaky voice spoke, knowing that I was awake now.