Save Me

Chapter Fourty Six

I stared at the phone in shock. This can't be true. I mean I don't know the full story. I can't over think it. My chest started squeezing. I put the phone on the night stand, looking at Justin, who was sound asleep. I was now wide awake. The moonlight crept in the room shining against the bed, showing off Justin's features. I'm in love with him. But more shit keeps happening. Now this. I sighed, about to get up from bed when Justin's grabbed my wrist, making my heart pound.

"Stay." He mumbled sleepily. I swallowed trying to wet my dry throat. I laid back down, next to him. He pulled me close to his body, burying his face into my neck. I can't get my mind off the text message. Even with Justin this close to me. I'd usually be really happy. But I'm really upset. I tried to relax, closing my eyes. Justin's hands roamed down my body, looping his hands through my shorts trying to pull them down. My eyes shot open.

"Justin?" I spoke slowly, moving back so that I was looking at his face. Which was hardly visible in this lighting. I could see his smirk, and lazy sleepy eyes. Which turned me on.

"What?" He whispered in a raspy voice. I shook my head 'no' scooting away from him. I sat up turning on the lamp. I looked over at Justin who was rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the light. I'm not in the mood. I'm currently pissed off. But I can't tell him I was snooping through his phone. Justin sat up looking at me. "What?" He repeated, this time slightly annoyed. Really? I rubbed my face with my hands, letting out a quiet huff. It's to late to fight with him. I could be reading into this. I looked at him.

"I'm just not in the mood." I laid back down, with Justin staring at me. He licked his lips running his long digits through his bed hair. "We have sex once and your not in the mood? Did I suck that bad?" He asked, seriously. I supported myself with my elbow, staring at my stupid boyfriend in disbelief. He can't be serious. I scoffed.

"You don't suck. It has nothing to do with how you are during sex. I'm just.. God.. I'm just..." I let out a frustrated grown, sitting all the way up, rubbing my face. "What's wrong?" Justin muttered pulling my hands from my face. I can't just jump to conclusions I have to lie. Even though I hate lying to him. "It's not that you suck. Maybe I suck. I mean... Uh.. Well that was my f-first time. And sorta, kinda my first orgasm. So maybe I was to loud or horrible. I don't even know." I mumbled on, pulling at a loose string on the duvet. "What do you mean sorta kinda?" Justin asked, but I could hear his smirk in his voice. I groaned, looking at him bright faced. Look what I get for lying. I have to tell Justin some very intimate shit about me, even though it wouldn't usually be a problem but now it's just down right embarrassing. "I've never had an orgasm before we had sex." I mutter in a low voice. Not wanting to meet his gaze. I gulped, letting out a shaky breath.

"Wait... So you've never masturbated before?" Justin spoke up, his voice interested. He was now fully awake. I felt him crawl in front of me. Why'd I have to lie? Why couldn't I be honest and tell him what I saw? I shook my head 'no' blushing fiercely. Masturbation is just so weird to be really honest. "Why not?" Justin asked, I could hear the amusement in his voice. I looked up at him with a 'Are You Serious?' look. He smiled, biting his lip. He looked so awake right now. His floppy light brown hair, slightly tired eyes, he had on a white shirt and grey sweats.

"Cause I think it's weird okay, Justin?" I mumbled, pulling on my index finger. I wiggled my toes, I'm now sitting opened legged, with Justin sitting in between them. "Is it weird I wanna see you masturbate?" Justin blurted out. I gasped, covering my face with my face with the blanket. I tried my best to get away from Justin to avoid this conversation. Why does he wanna see me do that? I crawled under the blanket, trying to slip away when Justin grabbed my waist pulling me on top of him. He removed the blanket from my face, kissing my cheek. "Justin, yes it is weird you wanna see me fondle myself." I squealed, feeling his hard on poke me through the blanket. He laid me down, spreading my legs apart with his knee, supporting himself with his elbows looking down at me. I looked into his eyes, which had lust in them.