Heart-throb (A Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - Don't Hyperventilate!

(Violet's P.O.V)

Justin Bieber is laying right beside me. On a bed. Wow.

His right hand rests firmly on my waist and our noses are almost touching. How he would fall for me was still a mystery, and if you want the answer to this question, you're at the wrong place. See, I was just a typical fan who only gets to see pictures and posters of Justin, then turn out to be a lucky teenager who gets to be Justin's secret girlfriend for almost a year. No one knew. Not even his family. Not even mine. It's not easy, playing the secret girlfriend part, but somehow I managed.

Wait till I tell you what happened last night. We successfully sneaked into his 5 million dollar mansion without alerting the paparazzies. Pattie was out with some of her girlfriends, probably celebrating someone's birthday. Basically we have the whole house to ourselves to hang out and have some fun. In other words, sex.

Justin grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom, giving me a hint on what's going to happen afterwards. We remained silent in there for about five minutes, doing nothing except staring into each other's eyes. I could feel my heart pumping through my chest and tried to ignore them by looking at his face, admiring his perfection.

Without warning, he made his first move, using his fingers to brush my arm. Not meaning to, I watched his fingers slide, softly to my shoulder, and slowly beneath my chin until I lost track of them and rise my head to look into his beautiful amber eyes. He continued with his finger sliding thing and I felt them tracing the outline of my lips. He suddenly held my face with both of his strong, big hands and said, "Vi, you drive me crazy."

"I know." I whispered and replied him again with my lips and tongue. He followed, teasing my mouth open carefully and slowly, like he knew if he went too fast and demanding, I'd be gone. He was still holding my face in his warm palms, and my hands were busy fumbling on the buttons of his shirt. He tugged the ends of my blouse from my shorts and tried as hard as he could to pull them off at one go. Soon enough, my blouse was on the carpet and he was staring at my pink, laced bra. I was glad at least I wore something decent. "Oh God," was what came out of his mouth.

I tried to catch my breath without him noticing, but based on the smirk planted firmly on his face, I clearly failed. I wanted every part of his body. I wanted him so badly that my vision is getting blurry and I could hardly stop to take in a deep breath. Sex with Justin is what I needed.

He led me to his bed, followed by unhooking my bra. As the soft material brushed against my skin, I felt his fingers right away, touching everywhere he could reach on my upper body. His fingers seemed so soft on my naked flesh, I can't help it but felt vulnerable, weak to fight against him. He interrupted my thoughts by getting rid of my shorts. It tickles me badly but I am soon very distracted by his hands again.

"You liked that huh?" says Justin huskily.

I gasped as he pulls away my undies and placed his fingers on my G-spot. It would be so easy, so fast to let him stroke me to orgasm. But I decided I want more instead of succumbing right there.

I flipped over and pushed him down, lying on top of him and fed him hungry kisses him while I pressed down firmly on his shoulders. His hard naked flesh pressed into my abdomen and he kicked his pants and boxers away furiously.

He suddenly struggled as he rose up, opening the drawer beside his bed as I sat on his strong muscular legs. "Protection," he grins, a condom placed between his middle and index finger. He ripped off the plastic foil sheet to take out a latex condom and covered his penis without pausing for breath. I was ordered to lay down and without much talking, he went straight inside me as I felt a hot sensation burning inside.

God, he was so good in bed.

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Justin suggested we bath together, and so we went into bathroom. We immerse ourselves into the bathtub, unexpectedly big enough to fit both of us. I rested my head on his shoulders, embracing the time I get to spend with him. But guilt got enough of me and I suddenly find myself blurting out, "Won't Selena find out?"

He frowned and leaned forward a few seconds later to kiss my forehead.

"She won't."

I sat upright, getting away from his shoulders. "How do you know she won't? YOU'RE TWO-TIMING HER WITH ANOTHER GIRL! " I said, furious for that fact that he doesn't seem to care.

"Because," he replied almost immediately, "I am not as stupid as you think. I've got the voice and the brain. And the sexiest body." Then he puts his hands on my shoulders, pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. "I'm also a very good kisser."

"But-----"

"I think we should go back to bed." He cuts me off my sentence. "My mom will be home any second."

I shrugged, "Okay." Is he trying to get off the subject about Selena? He knows how much he means to her. He's not going to break up with her any sooner. Everyone thinks they're the perfect couple. I'm not. Millions is going to hate me for this. But I don't care, I'll do whatever it takes to be with him. I love him, and I know he loves me. That's all what it takes to convince myself to wait for him. I'll wait even if it takes forever.