When Justin comes home that evening he’s still wearing the outfit which you assumed was from the photoshoot, considering he had left the house in athletic shorts and a black tee shirt, his hair messily quiffed how it usually is.
But when he finds you in the bedroom upon arriving home, he’s in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned to the top, a plain black tie, black trousers and dress shoes. His hair is done up in a slicked coif that curls back slightly on one side- he looks fresh off the cover of Men’s Vogue or GQ. It’s not his usual style but damn it all if it doesn’t work for him. He looked cute this morning, whereas now the correct word would be more the likes of handsome; sharp; stunning.
"Hey you," he says, smiling at you from the doorway and you set down your book to get a good look at him.
"Hi stranger," you motion for him to come closer and you can smell his cologne as he does, all manly and Justin and everything you love. "Is this is the same Justin that left the house in basketball shorts this morning? You look like a whole new man!"
He smirks shyly and sticks his hands in his pockets, giving your body a once-over.
"D’you like it? I kept it on cause I thought we could drive up to the city and go have dinner somewhere nice, if you want. I’m just in that kind of mood, I guess."
"Yeah, that sounds good, actually. I’ve been itching to get out of the house all day. Let me just hop in the shower and I’ll be ready soon, okay?"
He nods and slips off his shoes before settling on the bed, turning the TV on.
"Take your time babe, I’ll wait."
You shower and shave quickly, blowing your hair dry still in your towel, and you surely don’t miss the smirky glances that Justin gives you from the bedroom. You fix your makeup a little darker and more sultry than you normally would and come into the bedroom, searching your closet for that new black dress you hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. It fits nicely on your body with a peplum waist and an open back, and a hemline that falls about mid-thigh. Justin had helped you pick it out.
"You look lovely," he comments as you rub lotion into your legs with one foot perched on the bed. "I love that dress on you."
"Thanks," you grin at the way your stomach still flutters with butterflies everytime he compliments you- "I like it too. I’ve just got to find shoes then I’ll be ready to go, okay?"
"Okay," he smiles and stands up, putting his own shoes on, before calling out to you again. "Hey, babe, do me a favor?"
"Mhm?"
"Don’t wear any knickers with that dress."
You’re a little temporarily taken aback by his bluntness but that’s quickly replaced by arousal, knowing what’s in store for you tonight- or not knowing. That’s the best part.
It’s just finished getting dark when you two leave the house. Justin drives holding your hand, fiddling with the engagement ring on your finger, singing quietly to the Miguel CD that’s playing. When you arrive at the restaurant, it’s not too busy, but Justin still parks at the very back corner of the parking lot, a part where the street light doesn’t illuminate. He tells you to stay put while he comes around and opens the car door for you, then you take hold of his arm as the two of you walk in.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was nice- you two went out often, but it had been a while since you had dressed up nicely and gone out to dinner somewhere fancy. You sat across from each other at a small table in the corner and drank some expensive white wine which neither of you could pronounce the name of correctly. There was a certain lustfulness in Justin’s eyes though, an ‘i want you’ smolder that you couldn’t ignore even if you tried.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" You asked with a grin, tilting your head to the side, even though you knew the very answer to that question.
"I have plans for us later," he smirks, drumming his fingers on the table. You raised your eyebrows looking for an explanation and he leaned forward over the table to get as close to you as he could.
"When we get done here," he says, his voice just above a whisper, "We’re gonna get in the backseat of the car, and I’m gonna have you begging for my cock. Got it?"
Your mouth drops open a little and you stifle a moan just simply from his words. There’s a self-satisfied smirk on his face and you want to kick him hard under the table for being such a smug little tease, but you decide to pull out the big guns too.
"Whatever you say, daddy." You say sweetly, with a sarcastically innocent smile on your face. You know what that word did to him, certainly knew how much it turned him on when he was in a certain mood. He had coaxed you to say it a few weeks ago while you two were having sex and the end result was more than rewarding.
He shakes his head at you. “You want to play like that then, huh?” Justin’s face reads a warning, as if to tell you not to play with him- he’s serious.
"It sure would suit your look tonight, wouldn’t it?" You retort, trying your best to hide that fact that you’re completely turned on at this game he’s playing, but you’re sure he can tell. He always has been able to.
He smiled and leaned away from you as your food was brought to the table. The two of you ate in suspense for the night’s events building quickly, looming over you like a cloud. But somehow he managed to keep the conversation light. You had another glass of wine before leaving and Justin had water, since he was driving.
"Ready to head home, love?" He smiles, signing the credit card receipt and pushing his chair out, standing and holding out his hand to you. You have half a mind to slap it away because of how smug he was being but the few glasses of wine you drank had you feeling just the slightest bit woozy, so you take it and walk out of the restaurant.
The two of you make your way to your car in the back of the parking lot, one of Justin’s wrapped tightly around your waist, the other hand in the pocket of his dress pants. He presses his lips to your ear, and to anyone else, it would look like a simple sweet gesture. But you feel his teeth tug down lightly on your earlobe and his minty breath on your face from the gum he was chewing, something so simple that somehow had you turned on.
"You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight, aren’t you?" He murmured against your skin, and God, you nearly lost it at that. You suddenly remembered you didn’t have any underwear on it and you had a passing thought that you wouldn’t be surprised if you were already dripping down your thigh.
You could see the flash of the tail lights as Justin unlocked the car. As it came into view, you reached out to open the back passenger side door- but were quickly intercepted by Justin’s body, pressing you against the cold metal, one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. He kissed you fervently and you couldn’t help but gyrate your hips into his already, looking for something to take the edge off of how badly you wanted him.
"You didn’t answer me earlier," he all but growled into your neck. "I said, are you gonna be a good girl for me tonight?"
"Yes," was all you could manage at the feeling of his lips on your hypersensitive skin.
"Hmmm?" he sucked on your neck, running his tongue over the mark he made, and you knew what he wanted you to say.
"I’ll be good for you, daddy," you all but moaned, and you could feel him smile against your skin.
He reached across you to open the car door and the two of you crawled in, moving across the leather until you turned to face him, your head up against the glass window.
"On your hands and knees, love." he says, tapping your thigh to signal for you to move. You did as he said, situating yourself with your hands and knees pressed to the leather seats, facing the window.
You felt cool air when Justin’s hands ran up the backs of your legs, sliding your dress up and letting it gather around your stomach. He moans at the sight in front of him and you shudder when you feel his tongue, warm and wet and soft, running up the back of one of your thighs, licking up the wetness that had dripped down from the lack of panties. The excessive stubble on his chin and jawline rubs against your skin giving you a delicious burn with it’s scratchiness.
"I knew you’d be wet for me," he says, and there’s not a moment of hesitation before he licks up your entrance, causing you to gasp and exhale a moan, arching your back for him as if to invite him in.
He takes the invitation as he closes his lips around your clit and sucks lightly against it, making what feels like a vibrating sensation that sends the nerves there through the roof. His hands are on your ass gripping roughly and fuck, his mouth feels so good on you but you need more, you certainly don’t want to come like this and it’s probably not the best idea to spend a couple hours fucking in the parking lot getting each other off multiple times.
You moan despite your best efforts to make a coherent sentence, but all it comes out as is a “please”.
"Please what, babe? What is it that you want?" he says, and you’re sure that if you could see him, he’d have a satisfied smirk placed on those plump lips of his.
"I want you to fuck me. Please…please, I need it." you whimper, your fingers digging into the edge of the seat, hoping that that’s enough for him. It was.
"Only since you asked so nicely," he says, and you fall from your all-fours position to sit up and face him. He places his hands on your hips, moving you to sit in the middle of the seat facing forward, pulling you down a little so you’re slumped against the leather. You reach out to unzip his pants, pulling out his button-up that’s tucked into him. You pull them down along with his boxers so they’re just below his ass and his dick is standing hard, the tip shiny with precome and you can see the prominent veins that run up the length.
He pumps himself lazily a few times before he takes both of your legs in his hands, pressing his hands against the backs of your knees to push your legs up toward your chest. He holds them still with a forearm and rubs his length up and down your center before sinking in and stilling, just to enjoy the tight wetness. You can feel how hot he is, can feel every vein, every ridge, you can feel the blood pulsing through his erection. He starts moving slowly, leaning forward to kiss you hard, taking your bottom lip into his mouth and sucking, as if he’s trying to expel the moans from your mouth himself.
You’re sliding down the leather seat with each particular hard thrust, and it’s making it almost hard to breathe because he can go so deep at this angle that you swear you can feel him at the pit of your stomach.
"You feel so good, babe, shit…you’re too fucking good," he moans, breath coming out in hot spurts against your skin until he kisses the back of your calf where he’s holding it up, biting down gently.
His hips crash against yours loudly, the sound of skin slapping and hipbones knocking radiating through the car, and you can see the windows fogging from both of your panting breaths and moans.
His grip on your thighs was so tight that you swear if you looked, his knuckles would be white. He was so close to you but you somehow needed him closer, wanted to feel every inch of him and not miss a thing. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer so that all the weight of his upper body was pressed against you, his lips on yours in incomplete kisses that were all tongues and teeth knocking, no time or energy for a proper lip-lock. The new angle he was in sent his cock rubbing right up against your g-spot and you felt the familiar sweet pressure of your approaching orgasm. And by Justin’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his jaw slackened expelling moaning breaths, you could tell he was close to the edge as well.
You reached down to circle around your clit with two fingers and it made the feeling come on stronger, your toes curling and your legs trembling.
"Gonna come for me?" he whispers right in your ear and you nod frantically, rubbing against the bundle of nerves quickly. But he rips your hand away and takes both of them in his own hands, pinning them above you and pulling out of you so that just his tip was inside you.
"No," you moan, trying to grind your hips frantically against him or anything, "No, no no," you want to scream or sob but it just comes out as another moan.
"What do you say? What’s the magic word?" he asks firmly and if there’s every a time where you wanted to punch him, it was right now. But you’d rather have your orgasm, and his.
"Daddy," you gasp out, "Make me come, daddy, please, let me come."
"You’re such a good girl for me," he says, and with that, he’s thrusting into you deep, his hand replacing yours on your clit, rubbing dense circles like he knows you like. It takes you no time at all to get back the feeling and within a minute you’re coming around his cock, clenching muscles around him and writhing your hips wildly, moaning out his name.
He follows quickly when he can feel your walls still clenching tight around him again and again from the aftereffects of your orgasm and it’s not long before he’s thrusting recklessly into you, hips knocking wildly against yours, shouting out expletives as he spills into you.
He rests his head in the crook of your neck and kisses there lazily as the two of you catch your breath, your nails grazing over the soft hairs on the back of his neck. He pulls out then, using a napkin from inside the front console to clean you up gently, then himself. He helps you pull your dress back down to where it goes and pulls up his underwear and boxers, zipping and buttoning his pants before leaning over to kiss you, a sweet gentle kiss that said nothing but ‘i love you’.
He opens the car door and helps you out with a hand held out for you to hold onto, then walks you over to your side of the car, giving you one more kiss before letting you get in.
"Fun night out, don’t you think?" he says when he turns the car on, lights and radio shining to life in the dark.
"Yeah, it was," you whisper, reaching over to hold his hand, giving it a squeeze before he pulls out of the parking lot
