What We Ended Over A Text❤

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Selena's POV

I took a quick shower after Justin and I messed with our pizza. He started it, dipping his finger on the flour mixture and wiping it across my nose. Of course, I was in for a revenge. I fought back splashing some on his entire face, leaving his face funny in white. And what happened next left the kitchen messy—untidy even. I offered to help him clean up, after we finished messing the overly cheesy pizza and tossing it inside the oven, but he refused to so I just head for a shower.

I changed into sweatpants and stole a big shirt from his closet. I have a shirt packed for me but I ditched it, wanting to wear one of his. Since I feel like he's one of those men who find it attractive to see a girl in their shirts, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind.

“Wow, I like your chosen pajamas, Sel. But..” Justin's voice trailed off, entering the living room with two plates occupying his both hands. I look over my shoulder and toss him a teasing look.

He set the plates on the table, before lifting up my legs so he could sit. He places my legs down on his lap, scooting closer until I could feel his hot breath fanning my face. He looks so sexy right now, and with that look on his face.

He didn't say anything but stayed close to my face. I raised my eyebrow, “Say but, Biebs.”

He grinned and lean toward my lips until they brush against each other in a sweet torture. “But... I would love it without this.” I felt his fingers on the waistband of my sweats. He pecked my lips briefly, “just my shirt on.”

I asked for it. And now I'm blushing and practically squirming under him. I know he's joking by the grin his face but I can't help but think he is serious about it. The sexual tension between is undeniably strong, it's like a magnetic pull for both of us to cave.

Feeling bold to myself, I gently push him off me until I was free to stand on my feet. I watch him eye me curiously, probably thinking what I am about to do.

Hell, I don't really know.

I somehow managed not to wobble on feet under his intense gaze. I reach down for the waistband of my pants and slowly pull it down, without peeling my eyes off him. I want to see his reaction. His grin faltered, fading as my fingers slowly slide off my pants down my legs. His eyes watch me intently, burning, as I step out of my pants and stands in his tee-shirt and my underwear, just like how he wants. His shirt past over my knees covering particular places. His eyes. Damn. I can feel my insides tied into a knot and I really feel my knees weaken.

His face shows adoration and lust at the same time. It's a perfect combination and I want it bottled up.

“Better?” I asked, my lips turning into a satisfied smirk seeing how I has affected him. He didn't say a word and he didn't have to. He gripped onto my hips almost painfully, pulling me toward him. His arm secured around my waist, then buried his head on my covered tummy and I heard him sniffing.

“That was sexy damn, Selena.” His words were muffled through the fabric but I had my ear high alert for his comment. I chuckled, using a hand to urge him to look up at me.

“Hmm, I don't feel like it.”

He frowned, “No luck. You are so sexy, babe,” he winks, “with or without clothes on.”

I rolled my eyes just as he pulled me back with him. Me sitting on his lap, like it was my territory. I gasped as I felt something hard poking at my thighs and it has to be it.

“Feel that, Selena? That's what you did to me by just pulling off your pants. I wonder how I would be like if you're full stripping for me?” He whispered in my ear.

I started to say something out of the line when Bold Selena interrupt me. “You want to try it now and know how?”

He groaned against my skin, trailing his lips from my neck up to my jaw. “Do we really have to take this slow?”

No.

If only...

I threw my head back and laughed. Out of my reluctance, I slowly peeled him off me, pushing him to the other side of the couch as I rolled to another. I fix my—er, his shirt pulling it down more since it hitch up slightly. I bit my lip, calming myself, “can't you keep him to your pants any longer?”

He stares at me, with blank expression. “It's you're fault. You teased me.”

Did I. “Oh, yeah?”

He leaned back, looking at me up from top of my head, down to my bare toes then he sighed. “Seeing you in my fucking shirt makes me so freaking hard. Just look how beautiful are you, Beautiful.”

I give him an eye-roll, bending forward a bit to grab my plate. The pizza we made didn't look all delicious—but it didn't have to be. I took a bite, lots cheese melting into my mouth with the mixture of the meatballs and spices in a crunchy crust.

Jesus, this is delicious!

“Damn this is good!”

He grumbled, “but I would like to eat something else.”

I want to kick him but kiss him at the same time as I scream “PLEASE DO!” at his face. Instead I blushed and hide the little smile lips.

“Come on, give it a taste!” I push his plate toward him, keeping at the end of the table.

He pretends to flinch away, “I'm in no mood for those goodies.”

“I'm seconds away from kicking you if you keep these answers up.” I taunt, propping on my elbows. He didn't budge for a moment but he sighed and scooped a piece from his plate. I watched him take a small bite. He must have sense that I'm looking as he fake a grimace.

“Shut it, babe.”

He looks up and shrugs, “I will, 'cause you called me babe, sexy.”

“I still don't get why men think it's sexy to see a girl in their shirts,” I place my legs down on his lap, but flinched when I felt his hard on. It makes me smirk. He fucking wants me, I know it hurts.

He didn't seem to notice it as he took a big bite before answering. “It doesn't work for all girls.”

“What do you mean?”

He smiles,“using Justin Bieber reference, huh?”

I rolled my eyes changing my question,“why's that?”

He leaned his head back against the armrest, looking straight at me with heated hazel eyes. “There's just something sexy with my girl wearing my shirt. It was like marking a territory, claiming you as mine.”

Mine.

I really need to talk things out. As soon as possible.

I smile at him, crawling over to plant a soft kiss—a bare touch on his lips. “So, we're watching Channing Tatum, now?”

He shrugs, standing to his feet. “You do, I will have to take care of myself first.”

I laughed and swat his meaty ass.

QOTD:

I'm out of questions, do you have one? ;)