Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Talk To Me* (Part Two to Jason.. McCann?)

They moved rapidly together, their lips never really connecting completely, and their hands never staying in one place for too long.

"Tell me you want it," he rasped. "This is happening fast, I need to know you want this," he said, even though he continued to attack down the side of her face and towards her neck.

"I-I do," she mumbled, letting her eyes fall shut. It seemed to be all Jason needed to get started; his hand roughly gripped her boobs through her shirt. He growled against her neck when she whimpered.

But he pulled away and she felt cold all of a sudden. He walked around his desk and towards the phone that sat happily. His pointer finger pressed one of the buttons.

"Amy, clear my schedule for the next hour," he said before making his way back over to her. It wasn't long before his hands were connected with my body once more.

"I'm still unable to grasp how beautiful your tits are," he whispered, causing a wave of heat to wash over her body. "I especially love the feeling of them pressed against my cock," he whispered close to her ear, and it sent mental images of their previous night running through her mind.

"Jason," she whispered.

"What?" he asked. "I need you to speak to me. You don't just get what you want by whimpering my name or wiggling your ass, or instantly opening up for me, maybe for other men, but not me. I suggest you talk. To.  Me," he spat

Once more, the way he spoke took her under and she rolled her hips against his leg with desire.

"Fuck me. God, please," she moaned when he yanked her thigh so it rubbed against his own. "You did me so good, please do it again," she tugged on her bottom lip for affect, and saw the way his eyes turned impossibly dark.

"It turns me on so much to hear you beg," he grunted while his rough hands moved South of her body. "You're just a slut who wants my dick, nothing more," he whispered and moved away from her body. "Strip."

She felt her heart racing. She watched as he walked backwards towards the door and flicked the lock. He watched her with an extreme gaze that sent her body into a frenzy. She didn't want to strip; she wanted him then and there.

"Don't make me wait. Stop being needy and start taking off your clothes. Now."

Holding back a sigh, [Y/N] - ever so slowly - started to unbutton her shirt. Each button that came undone was exposing more and more of her flesh to Jason's hungry eyes. Soon enough, it was open and the front of her red bra was beaming at him.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Keep going. Don't stop."

As seductively as she could, she trailed the material of her shirt over her shoulder, shutting her eyes as she did so. Next, she ran her hands over her boobs and down her waist before moving them around the back so she could unzip her skirt. She felt it loosen around her body.

She felt exposed to him and she hadn't even taken off her underwear. She loved the feeling of pride his gaze gave her; he was such a powerful and driven man and yet, she had him wanting her. She was under his skin.

The skirt was off and had been discarded carelessly to the floor along with her shirt. [Y/N] noticed his eyes glance and stay a little too long on her thighs. She reached around once more and started to unclasp her bra while watching him. It was only seconds later that she was dropping it beside her. His eyes were now full of fire.

"You are too much," he growled, storming towards her and taking her by the waist. "You're too sexy, you're too smart, you're too fuckable," he rambled and [Y/N] found it rather flattering. "Bend over."