SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

CHAPTER TEN ~ GETTIN' SOME PUSSY IN THAT RANGE ROVER

JEN
My phone vibrates beneath my pillow, and I roll over to see who it is.
*JUSTIN*
"Fuck baby, I need you so fucking bad right now. I can literally taste your sweet pussy on my lips, and I need you, like now! You make me so fuckin' hard baby!"
His words make me squeeze my thighs together, that feeling he gives me coming hard and fast all over.
"Fkn tell me about it! Make something up to get us the fuck outta here!" I text back, letting out a heavy sigh. It sucks that I can't just be with him whenever I want, and it's kind of starting to get to me. It's only been a week since all this started, yet I want to scream it out to the world. I want to tell everyone, yet I'm well aware of the reaction we'd get, and it's something I'm not quite ready for just yet.
*JUSTIN*
"You wet for me baby?"
I let out a small moan, feeling myself literally pulsate.
"Always!! Please fix it J!"
A couple of seconds later, I hear Justin yell from his room.
"Anyone want a sundae from maccas?"
Chase replies with a no, so I take this as my opportunity.
"Yes pleeeaaasseeee!" I yell.
"Get yo' ass out here then! I ain't yo' slave! If you want one, you gotta come with!" I hear him yell back, and it sends glorious shivers throughout my body, but also makes me giggle.
I jump out of bed, and pull my pyjama pants off, and run into my wardrobe to find some sweatpants. Finally finding some, I run back into my room to see my beautiful man leaning against the doorframe.
I stand staring at him for a moment, as he stares back, taking in my bare legs.
"You uhhh...you ready?" He asks, scratching the back of his neck with one hand, the other grasping at his cock through his...his...
"J, you're not wearing cookie monster pyjama pants to McDonalds..."
"Make a bet?!" He states, raising his eyebrows at me.
"You wouldn't!"
"Come on Jen, you know me!" He says, smiling.
I slide my sweatpants on, and grab my Obey hoodie, following Justin through the house, down the stairs and out the front door. He opens the passenger door for me, watching me climb in, a smirk playing on his lips, before walking around the car and climbing in next to me.
Just being so close to him is making my inner walls clench with anticipation.
I watch him play with the keys for a moment, before starting it, then reversing from the driveway.
Not even 2 seconds down the road, he reaches for my hand, and entwines his fingers with mine in my lap.
"Hi baby." He says, looking at me briefly, before averting his eyes back to the road.
"Hi." I whisper back.
"Why you starin' for? I know I'm sexy as shit, but..." he teases, that familiar smirk on his face.
I smile at him, when he looks my way, and get momentarily distracted by his thumb circling over my hand slowly.
"I don't know...it kind of scares me J... I'm kind of worried that you're going to disappear suddenly..." I confess, watching for his reaction.
"Never." He states, simple and clear.
"But I mean...you don't know that..." I say softly.
"Yes I do. I've never wanted anything more than I want you Jen. You make me so happy and my only regret is that this didn't happen sooner, and, wait...hold on...what are you tryin' for here...you're not...you're not trying to break..." he says, glancing between me and the road quickly.
"Fuck no!!" I interrupt, squeezing his hand briefly.
I see him release a big breathe, obviously relieved, and the action makes me smile, realizing the thought of me doing so, scares him.
"I'm just so happy though, and everything is kind of really good, and I wonder sometimes how it could all be so..." I struggle to find what I'm trying to say, without sounding like a moron.
"Perfect." Justin states. It's not a question either, it comes as a clear statement.
Staring in disbelief at how one person could be so incredibly beautiful, both inside and out. So giving, loving, funny and adorable. Not to mention the talent...his beautiful voice, the way his body moves. Everything!
"It's perfect!" He says again with a nod, a beautiful smile slowly making its way onto his face, before bringing my hand to his lips and placing a lingering kiss on my palm.
"You're so beautiful Justin." I say, without even thinking, the words making their own way out.
"No baby, you're beautiful! Far more than beautiful! Me? I'm a fucking sexy beast!" He says, before biting into my thumb where it joins my hand, and growling, making me giggle.
He removes my hand from his mouth, that same beautiful smile on his face.
"Don't be scared baby. I'm not going anywhere unless you want me too...and even then I'd probably hold you hostage and use you as my personal sex slave..." he says, taking on a completely serious tone with a straight face.
He peeks at me out of the corner of his eye, but I catch him because I haven't taken my eyes off him since climbing into the car. Not once.
Both breaking out into laughter, I lean towards him, and kiss his cheek.
"I'm dead fuckin' serious though...that wasn't a joke!" He says, looking over his shoulder between our seats, checking his blind spot before pulling into McDonalds.
"Come on shawty!" He says, having parked the car and turned the ignition off. Giving my thigh a quick squeeze, before jumping out and jogging around the car to open my door for me, something he's always done! As far back as I can remember!
~flashback~
"Justin, it's a girls sleepover...you don't want to go there buddy." My Mum informs him, turning to look at the 3 of us kids seated in the back of the car.
"Yes I do! It's not fair! She gets invited to everything." Justin replies in a grumpy tone as he shuffles closer to the car door, further away from me.
"They're MY friends!" I yell, using all of my power to push him even further away.
"Yeah? Well I hate you!" He replies quietly through clenched teeth.
"Justin!! No you don't hate her!" My dad growls, looking at him through the rear view mirror.
"Justin, you are an 11 year old boy! Why in the world would you want to go to a 9 year olds sleepover full of girls?!" My mother asks, turning around to face him again.
I watch Justin simply shrug, before hearing my dad mumble "Do you really need to ask that question Sue?!" Whilst raising his eyebrows at her.
I don't understand what Dad means by that, I for one, definitely don't get why Justin has to be such a dick!
"Hate you!" Justin mumbles again quietly, when I look his way.
"Good, because I hate you too!" I reply, as we pull up into our driveway.
Chase climbs out of the car, and slams the door behind him.
Justin opens his door, and I expect him to slam it in my face also. Instead, he stands there, patiently holding the door open, looking down at me.
"You gon' sleep in the car or what?" He asks, a cocky grin on his stupid ugly face.
I shuffle over, and out of the car, hearing him shut the door behind me, as I storm down the front path and up to the front door. Justin beats me to it, and opens it wide, standing in the doorway.
"You don't hate me..." he mumbles, staring into my eyes.
"I sometimes do. Other times I just don't like you!" I reply, getting as close to him as possible, before running upstairs to my room.
Even as a horrible 11 year old boy he was a gentleman, always holding doors open for me...
~end flashback~
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me towards the doors of McDonalds. I'm actually surprised we're here...I thought it was all just a ploy to get nasty somewhere on the side of the road! To be honest, I'm actually quite disappointed that isn't the case.
He opens the door, letting me walk past him, and a hard slap on my ass echoes throughout the quiet 'restaurant'.
"Mother fucker!" I groan, rubbing the spot he's just slapped, already burning.
He grins cheekily, leaning down and whispering "I'll kiss that better later!" Creating a lust filled moan that escapes me. He places his arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards the register.
As he looks up at the menu boards, I can't ignore the fact the Macca's chick is seriously checking him out.
"Stupid fucking bitch, go find your own eye candy." I mumble.
"What was that baby?" Justin asks, leaning his ear closer to me.
"Nothing." I reply, a quick shake of my head.
"What are you having baby? Choc caramel?" He asks, a knowing grin on his face.
"Always!" I shrug, as he guides me closer towards the register.
He moves behind me, wrapping his arms tight around my waist.
"Hi there..." Justin says, to the stupid ass Macca's chick who is still still staring.
She simply smiles at him before going bright red. Pfft. Bitch please!
"Two large choc caramel sundaes please." He says, as I feel his cock rub against my ass. He's not hard, but I can definitely still feel him there, and I have to fight off the need to back myself against him harder.
"Oh shit, where's my wallet..." he suddenly says, searching the pockets of his pyjama pants. I could never admit to him that they look sexy as hell. I mean, come on...they're cookie monster drop crotch pyjama pants...who even thinks of this shit?! But paired with his supras, grey hoodie and Kings snapback, he looks like absolute perfection.
I feel him push himself into the back of me again, making me eyes slowly close for a moment.
Sighing a little, I lean my elbows on the bench top, looking around.
"Not in that pocket...fuck I know I've got it somewhere..." he says, still searching.
Suddenly I feel two of his fingers reach between my legs, as he drags them slowly from the front of my slit, making my knees tremble beneath me.
"Here it is..." he says, pulling it from the pocket of his hoodie, acting as though he hasn't done a thing.
I don't dare look at him. I know that sexy smirk will be there, his eyes blazing, and just to add to the torture, he'd probably be biting down hard on his lip.
Instead, I straighten myself up and take a step to my left, out of his grasp, as he removes the money and throws it on the counter.
"Sup fuckers!!" I hear, and I'd know that obnoxious voice anywhere.
Justin takes the sundaes from the horny bitch behind the counter, as I turn around.
"Hey Chaz!" I say, sighing just a little.
"Hi Ry!" I then say, seeing Ryan walk up behind Chaz, watching the floor as he walks.
His head shoots up, and he immediately smiles.
"Oh hey Topdeck, what ya doin'...oh, sup Justin!" I watch them do their little handshake thing they've done ever since they considered it 'cool'.
"Still into the choc caramel I see Jen... you should really give vanilla a try some time...shits all over it..." Chaz says, winking down at me. Ew. No Chaz!
I hear Justin suddenly choke on his own saliva, and try my hardest not to laugh.
Chaz is teasing me for the fact I like dark skinned men. Chocolate and caramel...little do they know I've tasted vanilla, and am now crazy addicted!
"Where's Chase?" Ryan asks.
"He didn't want a sundae. He stayed home." Justin shrugs. "Anyways, have fun bitches! We're out!" Justin says, nudging his head towards the door.
I start walking, before turning around and throwing the deuces up.
"Peace out mofo's!" I call back across Macca's, making Justin laugh and shake his head.
"Ghetto bitch!" He mumbles, following me to the car.
"You know it!" I reply, with a cheesy grin.
I climb into the passenger seat, and take the sundaes from Justin, before watching him run around the car.
Seriously though, could he be any sexier?
"So uh...that was kind of close..." Justin says, once we're on the road again.
"What? You think they'd think it's weird seeing you forcing me up against the bench playing with my pussy?" I frown sarcastically.
"Okay, 1. I didn't exactly force you...You were kind of presenting, and I couldn't resist...
2. You fuckin' loved it!
3. She's mine, and I'll play with her whenever the fuck I want, thank you!" As he speaks, he reaches over and runs his hand over my pussy. I instantly melt into the seat, grasping the door handle.
"...and 4...that means now!"
"Stop with the numbered points Jus...wait...what? Like...here?" I ask, noticing that within 2 seconds he's pulled over onto the side of the road.
"Yes here...now come sit right here baby..." he says, patting his lap as he adjusts his seat so it's pushed as far back as possible.
Seeing my hesitation, he reminds me that his windows are the darkest possible tint, and in no way in hell would anyone see in, which reminds me also of the reason the cops hate him, and are constantly pulling him over.
"Take your pants off." He says, nodding in that direction.
I place the sundaes on the dash of the car, and obey his demand, because the tingling sensation between my legs needs immediate attention, and the built up need to have him is quickly becoming frustrating. Almost painful.
I carefully climb over the middle console of the car, and place my legs either side of his, straddling him.
"Good girl baby. This is where you belong." He says, immediately attaching his lips to my neck.
"The hoodie can go too. It's in my way..." Pulling it over my head, he throws it in the back, before pulling my tank top and bra down, so they're sitting beneath my breasts.
He lets out a lust filled groan, before taking my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking gently.
My hands grasp themselves to the back of his head, pulling him closer, as I feel his hands work their way further up my thighs.
Pulling my thong to the side, he runs a finger over my clit, making me throw my head back and thrust against his hand.
"Fuck baby, you're so wet!" He groans with wide eyes, before licking his lips.
I reach down and run my hand over his cock, which is now pressing hard against the material of his pyjama pants.
"Mmmmm..." he groans, pulling my face down to his, simply resting his lips against mine gently. He doesn't kiss me, his soft lips just rest against mine, which are slightly parted, allowing for my short heavy breaths.
"I need you Justin." I whisper, as his fingers rub my clit slowly, softly and skilfully.
He widens his legs, which causes me to fall back a little, now sitting back on his knees. He pulls my legs alongside him, and removes his fingers, only to remove my underwear.
I reach forward to grasp his cock again, needing to feel something I'd already come to love so much.
He moves my hand away gently, making me frown, but I soon realize it's because I was obstructing his view.
I watch as he slowly reaches forwards again, and ever so lightly runs his forefinger over my wetness.
"Fuck...more! Please J...more!" I moan, grasping his wrist and pulling it closer to my core.
"Be patient baby." He whispers, still watching his own fingers work over my clit with skill, his tongue running between his hungry lips occasionally.
Running his right hand up my thigh to my waist, he places two fingers of his left hand at my entrance, slowly circling it without going inside.
"Fuck J, please!!" I beg, needing more. So much more.
"You do it baby. I want you to do it." He says, before biting his lip and looking at me with hungry eyes.
I lift myself up a little, repositioning myself, and slowly lower myself down on to his fingers, bringing me absolute bliss as I watch Justin let out of soft groan, his cock twitching within the tight confines of his pyjama pants.
With his arm down between his legs, his fingers start slowly pushing into me as he brings his other hand up to rub my clit.
"So fucking perfect. You look so sexy right now baby." He moans.
I let out a tiny squeal as his fingers brush against my g-spot.
"Take him out J, I wanna see..." I groan, grasping the top of his boxers. He lifts his ass off the seat, allowing me pull them down, without removing his eyes from my face.
"Fuck..." I moan softly, taking him into the palm of my hand.
Matching the speed of his fingers working in and against me, I work my fist up and down his beautiful hardness.
"Do it J...I wanna watch you."
He removes his fingers from against my clit, and reaches for my hand. Grasping my hand gently, he moves it to my pussy, and starts moving my hand against myself. As he removes his hand, mine now working against myself on its own accord, he lets out a loud groan.
"Good girl baby. Show me how you do it." Still slowly pushing his fingers into my tight hole, occasionally pulling them out to circle around it before drowning themselves within my warmth again.
I watch him take hold of himself, fascinated by his fist running up and down, as he watches my fingers slowly play with myself.
Feeling his fingers enter my pussy at a faster pace, I let out a loud moan, my breaths coming hard and fast, as he speeds up on himself also.
"Fuck baby, you're so fuckin' tight. You know I'm never gon' fit in there right?!" He says, his voice coming out as a groan.
"I want it Jay...like now..." I whisper back between breaths. Having his cock so close to my core is almost painful. I feel like I should be sitting on him. I want to be. More than anything, ever!
"No baby. Not yet." He replies, bending his fingertips inside of me.
"Holy shit...fuck Jay. Faster! Please!!" I scream, closing the space between us and attacking his lips with my own.
He lets out a loud groan within my mouth, as his tongue wrestles against my own.
"Fuuuucckkk." It comes out as a deep groan, almost a grunt, and if I weren't so caught up in this pleasure filled moment, I'd probably be embarrassed of the strange noise.
"Fuck yeah baby. You sound so sexy." Justin murmurs back, running his tongue over my lips slowly. "You look sexy too, playing with yourself. Is that how you do it when I'm not around baby?"
I nod quickly, because I'd never lie to him.
"You know she's mine though right? I fucking love her. She's mine!"
His words mixed with his quickening pace inside of me, make me tighten around his fingers.
"Mmmm fuck. You gon' cum all over my fingers baby?"
"Yes baby. Faster!!" I whisper, out of breath due to the intense pleasure I'm currently feeling.
"Finish me off baby, I'm close too." He says, pulling my hand that's currently resting on his chest, and wrapping it around his cock.
I do as he asks, and keep up with his previous pace, as his head falls back against the headrest of his seat, letting out a pleasure filled moan.
"You do it better than me baby. I love your hand wrapped around my cock!" He says, his eyes now moving between the hand quickly moving against his cock, his fingers moving in and out of my pussy at a quickening pace, and my fingers rubbing against myself.
"You're so full of surprises baby. I love this." He says, moving his free hand around my waist and pulling me forward a little, making my fingers press against myself harder, and his fingers enter me deeper.
"Oh my fucking...Jay...fuck!" I groan, that feeling swarming within my belly, that's recently become so familiar to me.
"Do it baby! Just do it..." He speaks through clenched teeth, his fingers moving inside of me even faster now.
Again, obeying him, because I wouldn't want it any other way, I feel that glorious feeling inside, almost freeze, before everything comes crashing down around me, in the most pleasure filled serenity.
"That's my baby." I hear Justin's voice, and although I know he's so close, he somehow sounds so far away.
"Oh my fucking god...Justin! Jay...baby...fuck..." I moan as he carries me through my orgasm.
Taking a breath for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel my body come down from the high, as I watch Justin remove his fingers, and bring them to his lips.
Still stroking his hard cock quickly but softly, I watch him slowly open his mouth and wrap his lips around his fingers, which are covered in my juices.
He lets out a moan, cleaning his fingers off.
"Sooooo fucking good baby." He groans, his eyes partly closed, before pulling me forwards and kissing me, allowing to taste myself on his tongue.
"Fuck Jen...fuck yeah...I'm gonna cum...what'cha gonna do baby?"
Shuffling off his lap and kneeling on the floor of the car, I place my lips against the head of his throbbing cock, as he watches me with wide eyes, a smirk covering his face.
"Fuck...fuuuuccckkkkk baaabbyyyy!" He groans, feeling him twitch within my hand, I slow down my pace a little, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. He holds the sides of my head in place, and stroking my cheek softly before he fills my mouth with his warm salty load. Curse words and moans continuing to roll off his tongue, but never taking his eyes off of my own.
"Mmmmm fuck...good girl baby." He says, as he watches me catch every drop, letting it slide down my throat. I kiss his tip gently, before smiling up innocently.
"Fucking...perfect!" He groans again, his hands pulling at the hair on top of his head, making it stick up in every direction.
I climb back into my seat, after searching for my underwear and pants and pulling them back on, placing my breasts back inside of my bra and tank top.
I watch as he puts himself back inside his pyjama pants, and starts the engine. Looking towards the dashboard, I realize our sundaes are a complete melted mess.
"Awww..." I pout, placing them back on my lap so they don't fall off the dash whilst driving.
"What I just had was much better than any fuckin' sundae..." Justin replies with a quick wink and that oh so beautiful cheeky smirk I love so much.