HOTLINE BLING {WATTYS2016}

Chapter Six

Just as you were getting ready to slip out from Justin's bed he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, stopping you. You stiffened up knowing he's holding you naked, I mean yes you two fuck now and then but you've never really held each other or even cuddled.

"U-um Justin," you stuttered.

You felt him inhale in and out as his hot breath touched your neck.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

His breath was so husky making you suddenly melt into his arms without even realizing it.

"Home, where else?"

"You can stay here a little longer."

"No, I can't, I'm not even supposed to, it was against my rules in the first place."

He suddenly loosened his grip form around your waist and you wished he didn't.

"Oh, but the rules don't apply to Drake does it?" he said a little too coldly for your liking.

You sat up quickly holding the covers up to your chest looking at him as he turns on his back to look at the ceiling.

"What the hell does that even mean?" you watched as he licked his lips and his brown orbs connected with yours.

"Meaning." he sat up leaning on his elbow.

"You're a hoe Y/N...you just met Drake and a day later you going home with him to fuck. Weeks later you're in my bed fucking me, you sure didn't stop me either."

Your blood was suddenly boiling at the fact he got the nerve to call you a hoe and jumping to conclusions like you would ever do such a thing. Unlike Justin who probably didn't give a fuck and let his dick do the talking like he always did. He probably slept with Selena without second thoughts.

"You shouldn't be talking BIEBER when you went home with Selena the same night."

Justin stood quiet for a second as his lips curved up to a smirk, "Me and your situation are different, you only knew drake for two fucking days, I love Sel-"

SMACK. Your hand collides with Justin's cheek. The smack had such an impact that it echoed through the room. You were so pissed off. How could he say he loves Selena but have the nerve to text you every day to come over? You suddenly started swinging at him uncontrollably catching him off guard making you both fall off of the bed having the covers go down with you both. You were still swinging, not even caring if you both were still naked. You connected your fist with his lip causing it to split a little.

"Fuck you Justin!! I fucking hate you!!" you continued to swing as he finally got control of your hands turning over as you were now on your back.

He was between your legs on top of you looking down at you and pinning your arms to the floor as you struggled to get lose.

"Get off of me Justin so I could punch you in your top lip, I can even it out for you!!!"

He licked his bottom lip tasting blood as you looked at him in disgust. His eyes roamed your body thinking about the way Drake was touching you. He wasn't roaming your body in a pleasant way. He was just as disgusted. He was wondering if his tongue had been around your nipples, if he'd squeezed them. How he made you moan? Did he make you feel good? Was the sex better than his?

He made eye contact with yours as you both stared at each other in disgust and anger. "You like being a hoe don't you?"

Again you tried to move out from his grip as he gripped your wrist tighter and leaning into you more, you felt his hard penis on your lips.