Losing (Sequel to Game On, Bieber) *ON HOLD*

"What am I gonna do, Gray?"

damn son things get frisky in this one

listen to trust issues - justin bieber, drake and the weeknd remix while reading this pls (it's my song recommendation too and justin sounds HELLA sexy in it so it fits with this kinda i guess idk)

thankyou for being patient even though i took like 638563 years to update

and thankyouuuuuuu for over 50,000 reads!! fab u lous

and over 380,000 reads on game on, bieber!!!!!! gineobhwbghobh exciting 

okay onwards we go

leah xxx

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He stared me down for a few seconds before catching me completely off guard, smashing his mouth against my own. I moaned in anger and frustration, my lips moving in sync with his without me even having to think about it. His large hands remained around my wrists and his body was still pressed against my own – the only thing I could move was my mouth.

The kiss was feverish and sloppy, filled only with sexual desire. We were both too annoyed at each for there to be anything else in it in that moment.

Justin grinded his pelvis against my own and I groaned at the contact. He did it again, rolling his hips and I bit down on his bottom lip, breaking the contact. He pulled away for a second, gazing into my eyes before grabbing my waist harshly, pulling me and throwing me onto the bed. He wasted no time in climbing on top of me, holding himself up with his arms as he attached his lips to my neck. I used my now free hands to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging at it harshly. He moaned against my neck and I smirked, squirming at the feeling of him sucking and biting the delicate skin, surely going to leave a mark.

My hands trailed from his head down to his neck, pulling him up so I could kiss him again. He kissed back hungrily, holding the sides of my head as his tongue fought with my own. We were both fighting to be in control, stubbornness and determination rolling off in waves.

He sat up, on his knees to keep himself off of my body, and ripped his t-shirt off, revealing the abs that I’d come to crave. I reached up and scratched down his chest and his eyes darkened as he pulled me up harshly, ripping my own top off. He gazed down at me lustfully before dipping his head, planting soft kisses on the swell of my breasts before I arched my back, implying for him to unhook my bra. He reached round swiftly, fiddling with the hooks and eventually undoing it. His head bent down again and I arched my back, moaning in pleasure as his tongue traced desperate patterns. He pulled the sensitive nub between his teeth slightly, causing me to clutch his hair, emitting a low groan from my mouth.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He panted, grinding himself against me. He trailed his tongue in a bold stripe in the valley of my breasts, his hot breath raising goose bumps across my skin. Everywhere we touched, everywhere we connected, I was on fire. Passionate, raging, burning fire.

He kneeled upwards again, before  yanking my shorts and underwear down and discarding them onto the floor. I was now completely naked and at his mercy and he gave my no time to adjust before leaning down and placing his tongue flat against my most sensitive area.

“Holy fuck.” I moaned, lifting my legs up to rest on his shoulders, feeling his back muscles move fluidly as he switched positions to lie on his stomach.

His tongue worked on it’s own for a minute, swirling and dipping, bringing me so close to a state of euphoria I thought I was going to explode.

Without warning, two fingers slipped inside me and I gasped, arching my back off of the bed suddenly. Justin  placed a strong arm across my waist, holding me down against the soft fabric as his fingers curled mercilessly inside of me, despite my attempts to raise my hips off the bed. I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to control the sounds that slipped from my mouth as Justin hit the right spot over and over. My hands flailed around, trying to find anything to hold onto as I was bought closer to the edge, eventually settling on Justin’s dishevelled hair, grabbing a tuft in each fist and pushing him closer in to me.