Famous | j.b

eleven

avalyn sparrow

The idea of going on a vacation with Justin completely consumed my mind, preventing me from doing anything. A vacation with Justin would be nice. It would be my first time leaving the state, let alone my first vacation. The fact that many of my firsts were only happening because of a guy was destroying my pride.

"Justin wants to take me on vacation. The Bahamas," I brought up quietly while being seated on the subway with Elena. We finished a closing shift and were now headed home.

She gasped, almost falling from her seat. This was her dream—to find a man who wanted to spoil her. That's not something I ever put much thought into. If anything, gaining my own independence and working for everything I have without the help of a man was always my dream.

"That's so fucking cute," she whisper yelled, not wanting to disturb everyone on the subway. But there weren't many people here. Apart from a few people sleeping, it was just us.

"I'm getting scared," I crossed my arms, starting to assess what I brought to the table for Justin and I. I tried not to speak about Justin with Elena. Not because I didn't trust her, but because speaking about it made everything feel too real. "He paid for my mother's medical bills and I'm going to pay him back.  Now he's taking me to the Caribbean. How can I even begin to repay him for that?" I stressed. I didn't even want to think about how much money I owed him at this point.

"He already knows you're not rich. He wants to be with you because he likes spending time with you. He wants you to see the world. Let him show it to you," she tried to shake me out of my bad mood. I stood to leave the subway cart with her.

"Valid points," I sighed before groaning. She made it seem simple, but that's not how I felt. Everything with Justin felt easy, but I know it shouldn't be this easy. "I'm scared I won't be enough for him and he'll get tired of me then start seeing me as a charity case," I confessed my feelings despite my mouth not wanting to release the words. Sharing my insecurities isn't something I did, but she's my best friend and being vulnerable with her would do me no harm.

I didn't care about Justin's money. He genuinely made me happy and was one of the few men I trusted. He made me feel like I deserved good things, like my hopes and aspirations weren't too out of reach. But when I thought about what I offered Justin in return, I fell flat. What possibly could he be seeing in me that made him feel the same way I did.

"Don't be stupid. If he wanted charity, he has all the fucking money in the world to donate it to any charity he pleases. He wouldn't waste his time with you," she softly elbowed me with a smile. "Accept that you have something good in your life. If he runs when things get tough, then at least you now know everything you deserve. Everything that can come with a life that doesn't involve Seth," she reminded me of the times I never could've seen my life without him. Now I was content with the idea of our futures being without each other. She had to catch her bus, so we hugged goodbye and I continued walking.

Tomorrow morning was my 8AM lecture and Justin offered to let me stay the night. If he was aware I finished at 11PM, he would've insisted on picking me up. But I missed riding the subway with Elena. Lately, I rarely spent time with her.

Eventually I arrived at his building where I entered. Recognizing me from the countless times I've been here, the receptionist smiled at me on my way to the elevator. Justin's penthouse was all the way at the top. But when you arrived on the top floor, you had to wait for it to be approved to open. A security measure allowing him to know when he had guests.

The elevator doors chimed open and I entered his penthouse completely consumed by the dark. Setting my bag in the kitchen, I called out for Justin's name, knowing he wasn't asleep. He wouldn't sleep until knowing I made it here safely. I opened his pantry and took crackers to snack on while I went upstairs to his bedroom. The shower was running, so I finished my crackers then entered the closet to remove my clothes.

A quick look in the mirror revealed the bruises previously scattered along my body were now almost fully faded. It made me happy knowing come summer time, I wouldn't have to hide my body. Considering a majority of my time was spent at Justin's home, it left no room for my father to hit me or Seth to think about even contacting me.

Part of me always pondered on truth that if Justin and I didn't work out, I'd be forced right back into the environment I've been trying so hard to run from. That idea made me shiver. I couldn't think like that. I tolerated the beatings because I thought there was no way of escaping them. Now, I knew I could never go back. I wouldn't ever subject myself to that treatment again.

My eyes went behind me when a warm hand went around my waist. Looking at Justin through the mirror, I watched his hand cup my breast while he kissed my neck. He wore nothing, the hardness of his length pressing against my back. His hand slowly slid down, arriving between my legs. It had a heart beat of its own and when he felt how wet I was, he let out a groan of satisfaction.

Justin kicked my legs further apart, sliding his fingers in me before I could even protest. I reached up behind me as my hand held the back of his neck.

"Do you like that?" He quietly spoke into my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine.

"Mhm," I leaned further into him, his fingers roughly going in and out of me.

His eyes stayed on me through the mirror the entire time. I forced my eyes shut, the heat of his gaze making fighting off my climax even more difficult. Every part of him on my body was pleasure. His mouth on my neck. His hand cupping my breast. His fingers finding a home between my legs, every stroke inside my walls pushing me further into that pool of pleasure. The slow wave of pure bliss washed over me as my body went limp in his arms. Hearing my breathing hitch and my juices flow down his hand, he bent me over against the mirror in front.

I placed my hands on the mirror to support myself. I bit my lip when he dragged his tip up and down, looking at me with a smirk. He was waiting for me to beg for him. Though begging a man for anything wasn't my forte, his cock was the one thing I didn't have a problem admitting I needed.

"Justin, hurry up and fuck me."

"What's the magic word?" He grinned and I couldn't hide my smile. He was so annoying it was hard not to laugh.

"Justin, please hurry up and fuck me," I tried again. With a smile of approval, he slowly slid into me. My hands rolled into fists, my knees buckling the moment he went in.

"Fuck baby, you feel like heaven," he slowly pulled out then smashed back into me. His hands spread across my ass, spreading me wider while his thrusts quickened.

I forced my eyes shut, absorbed by how full I felt. He gripped onto my waist, clapping into me with an aggression only present in the bedroom. My body met him half way, helping him go deeper. My walls around him were tight and wound up, heightened with a euphoric edge. I finally opened my eyes and looked at him through the reflection, totally fascinated by this man destroying me from behind.

"Tell me when you're about to come," he instructed as my hand went under to rub my clit. All my nerve endings were being shocked, my body looking for its next release.

"I'm...I'm about to come," I stuttered out, having little control of the feeling running through me. The wave ran from my toes and my fingers, all the way until I finally exploded with a scream. Just like that, my body gave in at the same time I felt his cum fill me. He went soft, pulling himself out of me. Carefully, I put my body straight then turned to look at him.

"You're so beautiful," he pulled my waist onto his when he planted his lips onto mine. He bit my lower lip as he picked me up. Walking to the bed, he laid me down and I could feel him becoming hard again.

I wanted to resist him. I should've told him I had class early in the morning tomorrow and was exhausted from my long day of thinking about him. But I couldn't let him go. I wanted to make love and be closer than before. With my lips on his and my hand holding onto his arms, I let him slide himself into me once more.

"Have you thought about my offer?" This time his strokes were slow and hard. It was more intimate.

I gulped, holding onto him tighter. "I'll go with you," I agreed.