Famous | j.b

seven

avalyn sparrow

The moment I stepped into the shower, I couldn't get out. I sat on the shower floor, waiting for the hot water to run low like it normally did at my home, then reminded myself this was Justin's penthouse and that would never happen.

I forced my head up from my knees when Justin opened the shower door wearing nothing. I think I could stare at his tattoos all day. Especially the praying hands by his ankle. He stepped inside, his hands going under my arms to pick me up with no struggle. He always made me feel like I was air. My arms and legs quickly went around him. His fingers gently brushed up and down my back.

As much as I wanted this shower to help clear my head, all I could think of was my father. I was used to him doing crazy things, but his actions today were an all time low. She could have bled to death if she somehow wasn't able to call me. And Seth. Seth and his possessiveness I'd never be able to escape. Everything was overwhelming and I was beginning to feel like I couldn't breathe.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," Justin said as my hand went to the back of his neck where I knew his angel wing tattoo was.

"I'm thinking I really want you inside of me," my forehead touched his, our gaze meeting. I was never a direct person when it came to sex. But not only did Justin make me comfortable expressing what I want and needed, Justin was the perfect distraction from my escalated emotions. I wanted to not think about my personal life for a bit.

Placing my back against the shower wall, he lined himself up before slowly sliding into me.

That's not the answer he expected to hear. He wanted to talk about my feelings and hear where my head was. But the reality of things was my mind had never been so lost. The only thing my head was truly set on was Justin. I needed something to make me feel good. Justin made me feel good.

His grip on my thighs tightened with every thrust. The sound of the water and our skin slapping together masked my moans of pleasure. He kissed my neck, making sure not to leave any spot unmarked. Tension in my body built as his tip rubbed against the perfect spot, driving me closer to my climax. I was moments away from coming apart right in his arms.

"I don't want you around Seth, Avalyn," Justin muttered against my skin. My name melted on his tongue and I loved it. I loved how he made my name sound like it belonged to him.

I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to formulate words to respond to him. This wasn't the time to have a conversation, especially not about Seth.

"What?" I breathed out. "You're thinking of Seth while you're fucking me?" I almost laughed but it quickly turned to a scream when he began thrusting into me much harder than before.

"I'm thinking about him because I don't want anyone else fucking you but me. Especially not Seth," he grunted as my nails dug into his skin. Justin was showing his possessive side. It's become clear all men have it, but some are better at hiding it. Justin was good at hiding it and instead of fearing it, I appreciated it. Justin's possessiveness was different from others'. It's there because he cared about me and my safety.

"If I didn't know better I would think you're asking me to be your girlfriend," I smiled before he pulled his lips from my neck. I threw my head back when my orgasm came over me, making my whole body shake in his arms. With a few more thrusts, he stopped his movements with his length twitching in me. I bit my lip, feeling him release everything into me.

"I am," he stated and I was going to laugh again until I realized he was serious. Seth never asked me to be his girlfriend, but hearing Justin say these words was confusing. My guard was going up.

"That's your sex high talking. It'll pass," I reminded him.

"It's not. I want you to be mine," he moved my wet hair from my face. I looked in his eyes. They were pulled and tugged my heart, the same way they usually did. This feeling was scary. Like I was falling from a skyscraper and expecting someone to catch me.