Belong

by NB Baker

  When I wake up the room is dark and deathly quiet. I reach over to feel for Justin but he’s not here. The cold sheets tell me that he hasn’t been here for a while.

  Sitting up, I look around the room to find him sitting in the chair at the edge of the room. “Why are you over there and not in bed?”

  “Just doing some thinking.”

  The tone of his voice makes my stomach churn. “Is everything alright?”

  “No, Sarah it’s not. There’s something that we need to talk about.”

  I don’t let the fact that I’m nervous as fuck reflect in my voice. “Well, why don’t you crawl back into bed with me and we’ll talk about anything that’s going on.”

  He walks over to the bed, turning on the bedside light before he crawls into bed next to me. “It’s been eating at me for too long, and I love you too much to keep this to myself. The reason I haven’t talked to you about it before now is because I just wasn’t sure how you’d react. I wasn’t sure if you knew that we were fighting the same darkness, if would bring us closer together or push you away.”

  My mind scrambles trying to figure out what he’s talking about but comes up with nothing. “I don’t understand.”

  “Remember the night, I told you about my parents? You asked if that bastard got what he deserved and I said he did. He did, but not before he caused more destruction and ruined more lives. The man who shot my parents was the same man who killed your mom and sister.”

  I sit there stunned at what he just told me. It’s taking me a minute to process it all.

  Justin’s brow lowers, he looks apprehensive. “Are you alright?”

  “Yeah, just a little surprised that’s all. So, we really do share the same darkness.”

  He runs his hand lightly along my shoulder. “And the same light.”

  I entwine my body with his and nuzzle in next to him. “Absolutely.”

  The next morning when I wake up, we are in the same position as we were when we fell asleep. I study all of Justin’s fabulous features. From his long dark lashes that caress the skin under his eyes to the stubble on his chin. I run my hand along the curve of his jaw and chin. His entire being says beautiful, yet strong. It’s still hard for me to believe that he’s mine, that all of this is real.

  I scream when he says good morning. He hasn’t moved a muscle. Hell, he didn’t even blink his eyes.

  “You ass! You scared the shit out of me! How’d you even know that I was awake?”

  “Well, you were staring at me, right?”

  “I wouldn’t call it staring. More like looking at you intently.”

  “Okay, so I see in your world that’s completely different than staring. You were touching my face. When I realized that your beautiful body was still lying next to me. That you weren’t trying to put your pussy in my face, I thought I’d say good morning.”

  I smack him in the chest. “Oh my God, Justin! You are so fucking rotten.”

  He pulls me back into his chest. “Oh, a potty mouth! I love it.”

  I smack him again and then work my way out of his hold to get out of bed. I grab the shirt he had on last night off the floor, turning around to make sure he gets a full view of my tits.

  “Exactly where do you think you’re going?” When I finish pulling my head through his T-shirt I see the shit eating grin on his face.

  I try to ignore him and go the search for his boxers. When I find them, I seductively step into them, then return a grin back to him. “Who me?”

  He raises an eyebrow at me.

  “Remember that I too can be a smartass Mr. Troma. I’m going to go make us some breakfast.”

  Before I’m able to turn around and consider the conversation a win for me he throws the covers back, exposing his dick which is obviously wide awake. Thrusting his hips forward just a bit. “Guess I’ll just have to take care of this little issue that you’ve caused on my own then.”

  It’s taking everything I’ve got to not give into his little game. I slink my way back across the bed to him. Licking my lips when I glance down at his dick. I lower myself so that our lips are just about to touch. I kiss him, biting and sucking on his bottom lip.

  I jump off the bed as fast as I can. He tries to grab me, but I get away. “Yep, I guess you will.”

  He starts to laugh. “Who’s rotten now?”

  As I walk out the door, I stop and look back at Justin. “Score one for Sarah.”

  When I get to the kitchen, I start rummaging through the refrigerator trying to come up with something to make. I find enough to make a decent omelet. I get everything ready and in the pan. I stand back and admire my work. I must say it looks pretty damn delicious. While I’m waiting to flip the omelet, my mind starts to wonder back to Justin lying in bed. ‘Take care of business myself.’ I start to imagine him doing just that. His hand wrapped around his rock hard dick. A continuous rhythm of stroking it up and down. Then the closer he gets the more tense his body becomes and the faster he strokes. Jesus, what was I thinking jumping out of that bed?

  The smell of something burning pulls be out of my blissful daydream. I’m trying to get the stupid, now slightly burnt breakfast flipped when I suddenly feel a hand slide down the front of my shorts and immediately to my clit. I drop the omelet to the floor as soon as he starts to rub in circles. My knees are becoming week, so I try to balance myself using the door handle of the oven. He works his hand further back between my legs, plunging his finger deep inside me, moving it in the same rhythm as I imagined him doing to himself.

  My body starts to tingle, and my legs start to shake. I know that I’m so close. “Oh God!”

  That’s when he stops and pulls his hand away. I spin around to face him. Christ, he looks sexy as fuck. His sleep pants hang off his hips showing that sexy ass V.

  “What the hell was that all about? And why did you stop?”

  He takes me in his arms. “You see, if you’re going to be so kind to leave me to think about nothing but being inside you for the rest of the day. Then I want you to think of nothing but having me inside you all day.”

  “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing ever?” I hope he hears the sarcasm that I added when I said it.

  He looks down at the floor. “Think you dropped something.”

  I stare at him. “Yeah, that one’s yours.”

  He goes to the refrigerator acting very nonchalant. “Nah, I’ll just have some orange juice. Oh, Jordan called and wanted to know if we wanted to go out tonight with him and Jenika.”

  Oh, he’s good! “For sure. That sounds like a great time. Let’s do it!”

  Taking his glass of juice off the counter, he heads towards the door. He smacks me on the ass as he walks by. Laughing all the way to the door. He stops and looks back at me. “Score one for Justin.”

  Chapter Ten

  The day drags on forever, but I’ve stood my ground, no sex. Yet... Every time I move the ache between my legs throbs, even more, making it hard to think straight. Justin was right, I’ve thought about nothing but having him inside me all fucking day. Justin hasn’t been playing fair by any means. All day he’s been doing just enough shit to drive my insane. He’s been running around the house all day half dressed. While we were lying on the couch watching TV, he moved his hips forward, grinding his hard on into my backside. Or he will casually reach for something and brush his hands across my sensitive nipples. I called him on it a couple of times, and he played as if he had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.

  When it’s time for us to start getting ready to go out, he strips down right in front of me. I have to bite my lip to keep from begging for him. I’ve been told that guys think of baseball or shit like that to distract themselves. Well, I tried it, and it didn’t fucking work. Nothing worked. I thought about baseball, knitting, even golf. It was all useless.

  I give Justin plenty of time to get showered and get something on before I go in to take my shower. The thought crosses my mind to take care of myself while I’m in
there. He’d never know. When I walk in there, he stands there with nothing more on than a towel. Droplets of water collect across his broad shoulders all the way down to his waist.

  He looks over his shoulder at me. “Everything alright?”

  “Yeah, I just thought you’d be done by now.”

  Turning around, he leans his back against the sink. Holy fucking crap! I was enjoying the view from the back but now… I run my eyes down the length of his body stopping where the towel is tucked in just inches above what I’ve been craving all day.

  My heart starts to race as I stare at the bulge under the towel. When he takes a step toward me, I slowly run my eyes up his body. Pressing his body into mine, until he’s backed me against the wall, he takes my hands, holding them above my head. His chest is mere inches away from my face. He smells clean and manly. The light smell of sandalwood, vanilla, and amber ravages my senses.

  I turn my head to the side exposing my neck. Yearning, praying that he’ll take advantage of my offer. He skims his hands down my arms and across my neck. His touch causes my body to tremor. I watch him intently as he comes closer to me. Oh please, let this torturous game that I started be over.

  I close my eyes and arch my body into his as he brushes his lips over mine then moves seductively up across my cheek to ear. “You’d better hurry up and get ready, or we’re going to be late.”

  Slowly, opening my eyes, I find him still hovering over me with the sexy smirk on his face. Beating him to the punch, I say, “Score one for Justin.”

  He stays in the bathroom while I shower. I make sure that I exaggerate every move I make from washing my hair to soaping and washing my body. I wonder if he’s paying attention at all to what I'm trying to do. I don’t have a lot of experience at trying to be sexy. I probably look like a fish out of water, moving in slow motion. I don’t care though. Even if I am making a total ass out of myself, he makes me feel… Sexy… Desirable… Wanted…

  The shower door slides open. “How’s it going in there?”

  “In here? Oh, it’s going great. Would be even better if you’d get in here with me and fuck me senseless or leave so I could have some privacy.”

  The door rattles as it opens even further. Justin hangs his hands over the top of the shower door railing stretching his body causing every muscle to be more defined. “Fucking you senseless is definitely in my plans. And privacy…not so much.”

  His eyes are filled with fire and passion as he continues to watch me in the entire time I’m showering. When I get out of the shower I slowing wrap a towel around my body. Justin steps over to me, lightly running his fingers from my neck down my arms causing my nipples to harden and pussy to ache even more. I watch his eyes and they move down and back up my body. I lean in towards him and then quickly step around him grabbing my cell phone off the sink. Smiling sweetly at him I put in my earbuds and start listening to music. Any distraction at this point would be great.

  I carefully dry my hair, working the brush through the curls until they straighten out. Then I do the final touches with a flat iron. I’ve never been much when it comes to makeup. I dust a little blush across my cheeks, a touch of mascara and some lip gloss.

  I hadn’t thought about what I was going to wear tonight, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out. He hasn’t said much about where it is that we’re going. Just that we’re going to meet up with Jenika and Jordan at a club. When I walk into the bedroom lying on the bed there’s a pair of black silk thong panties and a matching bra. I slip the panties up my legs and put on the bra. It pushes my tits up and together. Lightly running my fingers across the delicate fabric.

  I hear Justin let out a deep breath behind me. I turn around and see him in the doorway with his arms crossed staring at me. He’s wearing jeans, and a dark sapphire blue dress shirt. The arms of the shirt are rolled up to just below his elbows showing the tattoos that run down his arms. He runs his eyes from the heels on my feet all the way up my body until he’s staring me directly in the eyes. I know without a doubt that the game we were playing all day is definitely over. His stare is so intense. His eyes are hooded; the way the light reflects off them makes it seem like they are on fire. He’s burning a hole directly into my soul. I don’t move a muscle as he walks toward me.

  Stopping directly in front of me, his eyes haven’t left mine for a second. He reaches down and pulls the dress from the bed letting it fall to the floor. Sliding one hand around the back of my neck, he sweeps all my hair into one of his hands. Pulling my head, back using my hair to control my movement, he kisses down my neck all the way across my collarbone. He wraps his free hand around my waist and with pure instinct, I wrap my legs around him. He lays me on the bed, gently letting go of my hair, and it cascades all around me. He kisses me with the force of a freight train. He leans back and untucks his shirt from his jeans. I reach up, grasping his shirt. I rip it open as hard as I can. The buttons ricochet around the room before landing on the floor.

  Justin pins my hands above my head, holding my wrists in his hand he begins running is tongue down my arm and across my neck. His movements are slow and methodical. He doesn’t seem to be in any kind of a hurry. He doesn’t realize how every inch of my body is craving his touch. How badly I want him to completely devour me. My nipples are hard and stretched out trying to get his attention. I feel his hard cock against my leg. Arching my body into him, I’m attempting to close any gap between us. He pulls my bra straps down my arms freeing my tits. He continues to move down my body sucking one nipple into his mouth and then the other.

  He stands up from the bed. The sight of him standing here is mind blowing. His shirt is gaping open showing just enough of his chest to leave a bit to the imagination. My eyes move down his glorious body, tracing each muscle as I go. He slides his thumbs under my panties and slides them down my legs. Justin unbuttons his pants, slowly unzipping them. Anticipation has built up so much in my body that I know that all it’s going to take to send me soaring is one simple touch from him.

  Leaning down, he slips his arms around my waist, picking me up from the bed, flipping me over. I pull my knees up under me, my backside completely exposed to him. He places both hands on my shoulders then runs them down my back. His touch is like fire against my skin. When his hands reach my hips, he quickly pulls my body to the edge of bed. With one swift move, he’s inside me. I scream with pleasure and immediately start to cum He wraps an arm around my waist to keep me from collapsing onto the bed. He continues his slow, glorious assault against my body. I reach back to where our bodies connect, placing my fingers so I can feel his movement as he slides in and out of me. A moan comes deep from within Justin’s throat. I reach back a little farther taking his balls into my hand caressing them gently. Justin tightens his grip around me and calls out my name. Moments later, he crashes down onto the bed pulling me against his body.

  He's breathing heavy. “Fuck. I love you.”

  Before I can reply Justin’s phone rings scaring the crap out of me. Justin laughs as he reaches for his phone he mumbles. “ Shit, you know who that is.”

  “Hey, Jordan! Man, what’s up?”

  I hear Jordan say something but can’t make it out.

  “Yeah, yeah. Something came up.”

  Justin starts laughing. “Yep, pretty much. Yeah fucker, I remember you two not showing up at all one time. So suck it! We’re just getting ready to head out the door.”

  After Justin hangs up, he pulls me into his arms. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.”

  I slide off the bed and start looking for my panties. “Glad to know these aren’t going to go to waste. Thank you by the way. I love them.”

  “You don’t have to thank me. I saw them and immediately thought about how gorgeous you’d look in them. Or out of them either way, it’s pretty much for my benefit.”

  "Well nonetheless, thank you very much.”

  Justin holds out his shirt. “Speaking of going to waste.”

 
; I feel my cheeks flush. “You know that’s really your fault. You’re the one who played hard to get all day long.”

  He jumps off the bed, grabs me and tosses me back onto the bed. “Says my little vixen.”

  I start laughing. “We’ve got to go. Jordan’s going to kick your ass.”

  Knowing the Jordan and Jenika are waiting for us I get dress as quick as I can. I pick out a pair of leggings and an off the shoulder sweater.

  We pull up in front of the club. It seems to be a quaint place. It reminds me a lot of Delish.

  “That’s the great thing about this place. Nobody cares here. I’ve seen anything from Daisy Dukes to wedding gowns.”

  “A lot of Daisy Dukes? Really?”

  “Awe, I see the green monster is still alive and well. And yeah, there’s been a lot of Daisy Dukes. But most of them were on dudes.”

  I smack him playfully in the chest. “Ass! So, are you trying to tell me something about your sexual preference?”

  “No, I’m not. If you don’t already know what my sexual preference, I can prove it again to you right here and now.”

  Pointing out the window at Jordan and Jenika standing in front of the truck. “Well, I’m not sure if they would enjoy that show or not.”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “You never know they could surprise us and be into some freaky ass shit. For real though, this is just a place where people come to unwind and have fun. Everyone fits in here.”

  Justin is right. There are people here from every walk of life. When we open the door, we’re greeted by music so loud that I can feel it vibrating through my body. Jordan tells us to find a table while they go to the bar to get us some drinks. We find an empty table set off in a corner. Jenika and I settle in and scope out the crowd. The music that’s playing is awesome. I’m itching to get out on the dance floor. Jenika is showing me videos of Jordan trying to build a swing set when the guys finally show up with our drinks. Justin sees the video of Jordan in a very provocative position, trying to hold pieces together and hammer them.