The Boy Next Door > jariana (ON HOLD)

nineteen

Ariana

The warm afternoon air pressed against my face as I walked into the Shade Hotel, our towns local boutique hotel. I prayed that the person at the front desk wasn't someone we knew. I was relieved that I didn't recognize the lady with short brown hair and sparkly gold earrings, punching away at a hidden keyboard. I glanced around for any familiar faces. Just what I needed was for my mom and dad to hear they saw me with a boy, checking into the hotel down the street. My heart raced like I was gonna get in trouble or something.

I wondered if this paranoia would ever go away. I mean, I was eighteen after all. I'd traveled all the way across the globe and back and my parents knew about it. What was my problem? This lady obviously didn't recognize either of us. I breathed a soft sigh of relief as I waited quietly behind Justin, keeping my head bent down, as if that would thwart anyone noticing me.

My fingers traced the sweeping black lines permanently etched onto Justin's left bicep – he'd gotten more ink work done. I tried to make out what he was going for; the only markings I could make out were the little musical notes. He told me it was a surprise, so I stood there wondering, waiting for the elevator door to open. Walking through the hallway, I could barely feel my feet hitting carpet. I was tingling all over, and could hardly contain myself as he swept me up into his arms and walked through the hotel room door.

"Honey, we're home." He smiled seductively.

I took his face in my hands, feeling the slight roughness of his unshaven cheeks, and kissed him deeply. I wanted him so badly, I couldn't feel any other part of my body except my lips, tongue, and the intense ache that radiated through my hips and down my thighs. It was as if he was my life's breath, and I would die if I didn't inhale every bit of him. He laid me gently on the bed and lingered above, pressing into me. Sliding my hands up underneath his shirt, his skin felt like silk. I pulled the shirt over his head, and he stared down at me with his brown, dreamy eyes. He was now firm against me, and it made me wet with desire. Wow. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting us to melt together for eternity.

We feverishly yanked at each other's clothing and tossed them across the room, giggling and laughing like I don't know what. Was it nervous laughter? Mischievous laughter? Maybe it was both. It'd been so long since I'd been with him, and my insecurities were looming over me. Would I be able to satisfy him again?

"You're the end-all, Ari," he whispered, looking at me intensely. My breathing was erratic, and I was ready to explode. His words continued, caressing my ears. "I love you. I wanna show you how much I love you. I'll move mountains to be with you; nothing's gonna keep us apart now."

His hand caressed my thigh and he kissed me softly, licking my lips. He moved down my neck, sending chills over every inch of my body. Tender, warm, wet kisses covered all the way down to my stomach, then to my thighs. He took me into his mouth. Toe-curling doesn't even begin to describe how he made me feel. I was in a complete pleasure blackout, and it ended way too soon. I'm sure the whole universe heard me scream, but I didn't care at that moment; all I wanted was more of him.

"Oh my God," I said, breathless, covering my face. "Mmmm." I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations that were still flowing through me.

"I love drinking you up. You're so fuckin' hot." His voice was husky with desire.

"I still ache for you," I whispered, sitting up. I took him into my hand, and he was as hard as a rock. I stroked him. "I need more of you."

He smiled softly. "You want more, huh?" His eyebrows rose in amusement.

"I wanna make your eyes roll into the back of your head," I purred, giggling, and poked him in the chest.

I wanted to be as close to him as I could. I wanted to be a part of him. I prayed that it wouldn't hurt like it did the first time. I wanted to get off with him inside me; that hadn't happened my entire time in London.

"You drive me crazy, you feel so good," he moaned in my ear, moving my hips as close as they could be. He filled me completely. I wanted to wince through the first several thrusts, but the pain ebbed and didn't return. Only warm, pulsing goodness ebbed through me. Watching the pleasure-filled pain wash over Justin's face made me feel something I'd never felt before; for the first time, I felt like a woman.

Our blur of lust was finally satisfied, leaving us spent and curled up in each other's arms. "Do we really have to go to dinner at your house?" I whined.

I wanted to stay in bed with him for the rest of the night before I had to face my father. He'd been acting like Justin didn't exist, talking like I would be around all summer. He conveniently forgot that I would be in New York during our annual family vacation.

Justin propped his too-handsome head up in his hand and stared at me with his devastating brown eyes, making me melt into him. I kissed his chin and neck over and over again. He sighed. "We don't have to. But I don't wanna be a dick. I left my mom crying and all emo." He collapsed onto his back and rubbed his face, staring at the ceiling. His muscular arms made his new tattoos beyond hot. "Notting moved in."

"What?!" The news propelled me to sit up, pulling at the sheets to cover my boobs.

Justin smiled. "You know, you don't have to cover them. I think they like being naked, having me admire their perfectly round perkiness....and being played with." He reached out, squeezing one.

"Stop it," I giggled, hitting his hand away. I crossed my legs, thinking more of Notting and his mom. "You know I never thought anything of him being around with out you there. But now that you say it, his truck was always parked at your house."

"Yep. My mom didn't tell me. I found out because I asked and she got all tongue-tied." He half laughed, getting out of the bed. His butt was perfectly round, like an athlete's. His legs were strong, and I admired them as he disappeared into the bathroom.

"You need to get some sun. I don't recall you ever being this white," I shouted, smiling. I heard the shower turn on. "What? Doesn't the sun shine in the city?"

I heard him laugh. "Not like it does here!"

***

I sat staring at Justin. Are you kidding me? He still had a girlfriend and she had no idea that he was essentially leaving her to move in with me, into a brand new apartment.

"I seriously can't believe you," I said, flabbergasted. I couldn't think of anything else to say at that moment, and paced back and forth. I should have been angry, but instead, I felt overwhelming sympathy for what was to come for Sophia. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted.

He breathed in deeply. "You're not mad?"

"I don't know what I am! I guess, yeah, I'm mad! I'm also sad for Sophia! What the fuck are you thinking?"

He shook his head and looked at the ceiling in frustration. "I didn't want to deal with it. I'd been blowing her off and not seeing her as often, and I guess I hoped it would just go away."

"It? You mean she. You sound like you're ten years old, Justin," I jeered. Now I was getting truly angry, and I huffed, pointing at him. "You need to call her. I don't wanna show up somewhere and have her there, not knowing what's going on."

"I can't do this over the phone. I told you that. I promise I'll take care of it as soon as we get there. I promise you won't have to deal with any of this."

"I sure hope not," I squeaked out, already convinced that this was not going to go over easily. Scenes from the Rachel episodes flashed in my head. "This is gonna be a repeat of Rachel, you just watch."

"No, no it's not. Sophia already knows about you. She knew we were together in London." He rubbed his hand over his face. "I'm sorry for dragging it out."

This made me feel worse for her, and I stared at Justin wondering, what else he was going to spring on me. I sulked into the bathroom to take a shower without another word. I wanted so badly to ask if he'd still been sleeping with her, but I was too afraid of what the answer would be. I didn't want to hear a yes. He was fully mine now. Sophia was just a formality

A/N:

both this and real-life Justin make me wanna unstan tbh

but I hope you liked this update haha!

love ya <3