Chapter 20
She couldn’t tell if it was
anxiety or excitement that was making her nauseated, but either way, there she
was, about to cross the tunnel from Queens to Manhattan, with her head leaning
against the window that she had rolled down a forth of the way a few moments
earlier. The cool glass felt good on her
forehead and she prayed they would get there soon. They had landed at JFK earlier but it was
still late in the evening. They hadn’t
left LA until a little before six right after eating supper together at
Justin’s house. Now it was almost ten
and she could see the night sky glowing brightly because of all the city
lights.
It was rather overwhelming being
there with him. They had left LA on a
private jet with just four people: Her,
Justin, Trace, and Tiny. But once they
landed and got off the plane suddenly there were two extra people. The driver, Leon, was chauffeuring them
around in an enormous black escalade with tinted windows. Justin told her that whenever he was in
But that type of nervousness
wasn’t what she wanted to deal with. The
extra security already made her nervous and even though Todd carried a smile when
he met her and was talking with Trace behind her in the back seat, she couldn’t
help but feel a little anxiety about what a complicated process this whole
ordeal was.
She was excited to be in
“Hey…” She looked over and he was smiling at her,
but looking at her with concerned eyes.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing.” She lied and rolled the
window closed. “I just have a head
ache.”
“You excited to be home?” He
stretched in his small seat and yawned.
She looked away from him and out
at the cars that were whizzing by them in the tunnel. “Yeah…”
She wanted to tell him that she was nervous but then he’d start to ask
why. In all honesty, she was afraid she
was going to see someone that she knew and then questions would be raised and
answers would be demanded.
When he started to talk she glanced
at him and he was sprawled out in his seat, with one arm bent and behind his
head and the other draped across the back of the seat. His cocky little half grin emerged when he
said, “You mad because I made you listen to rap on the way here? We can play whatever you wanna listen to.”
They had had to listen to Ludacris
on the plane or some other rapper and she found it ludicrous that they had to
listen to annoying thumping beats the whole way there. It made the ride very, very unpleasant and
far from relaxing. She didn’t mind rap
music every now and then, but on a plane miles and miles above ground was the
last place she wanted to listen to it.
She found it interesting how he changed just slightly when he was with a
bigger crowd of guys. He became a lot
more arrogant, nothing too annoying, actually she found it a little appealing,
but it was enough for her to take notice.
She smirked at him and said, “Can I put in some ‘I Want You Back’?”
His smile dropped as well as his
voice, “Hell no.”
She pouted and crossed her arms
over her chest, “But you said whatever I wanted.” She heard a couple deep chuckles from the
seat behind her.
“Fine.” He lifted up his hands, “Whatever you want,
but no *Nsync. I refuse.”
“Ok.” She smiled and pulled out a small black cd
holder and flipped through the pages until she started to smile at what she
found. She looked up as she slid the cd
out and saw they were now on 42nd, in the heart of
“What-” He started and she
interrupted him, waving her hands about.
“Don’t look at it, just put it in!”
Tiny chuckled and pushed the cd
into the player in the front console. “I
think I saw the words ‘80s’ and ‘hits’ together.”
“Oh god,” Trace moaned.
Suddenly ‘Sexual Healing’ came on
and Justin swayed his head to the beat saying, “Hey this is Marvin. We can do this…” He took a breath and started
to sing, “Baaabyyyyy I’m hot just like an oveeennnn…”
“No no no.” She shook her head and
said, “Turn it to number four.”
“Why you hatin’ on Mr. Gaye like
that?” Justin said and she rolled her eyes at his tone. She tried not to let it get to her but she
had been turned on since he came and picked her up earlier in the day, and for
some reason his cocky little attitude and sudden urban vibe made her ache in
places that were dying for him.
“Because I wanna sing you a song.”
She smiled and checked him out when he glanced outside for a moment. He was looking damn fine in nice fitting
jeans, an old faded black rolling stones t-shirt and a white long sleeve shirt
underneath. He wore a beanie on his head
and his eyes were sparkling and his lips were full. She wanted to curl up to him but the seat
belt confined her. Even though no one
else in the car was wearing one except the driver and Tiny she had put hers on
by habit. She always felt way too unsafe
without something strapping her down in a car, she didn’t care how big the
vehicle was or how safe the driver was.
“You’re gonna sing to me?” He
chuckled, raised an eyebrow at her and then looked back at Trace skeptically.
The song started to play and she
smiled and started to bop her head to the beat.
It was cheesy as hell but she didn’t care. She was past the point of trying to impress
Trace, and Todd and Tiny didn’t really look like they could care what the hell
she did, as long as she didn’t cause too much of a scene in public. And being in a car, confined, wasn’t very
public. “Oh yes! This is like my favorite song in the world.”
“Oh god, this really is 80s,” Trace
laughed as the beats and synthesizer started to play together.
“No! No!
Take it out.”
Justin leaned forward and she
pulled him back. “You touch it, you die!
Ready?” She smiled, began to sing and undid her seat belt in the process. “My baby he don’t talk sweet, he ain’t got
much to say, but he loves me loves me loves me, I know that he loves me
anyway. And maybe he don’t dress fine,
but I don’t really mind…” She slid over
to him and wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “‘Cause every time he pulls me near, I just
wanna cheer. Let’s hear it for the
boy. Let’s give the boy a hand!”
She pulled away and clapped for
him and the rest of the guys in the car joined in giving him an applause.
Justin sunk down in his seat and
grumbled at her, “I hate you right now.”
She didn’t care though, because underneath his pout and his narrowed
eyes she saw a smile.
“What?! I’m serenading you.” She broke out into song again, “Maybe he’s no
Romeo, but he’s my lovin’ one man show…”
The chorus came through again and
she, Trace, and Todd danced a little, moving their heads and shoulders and
clapping to the beat. It really was fun
and even though she was making a fool of her self, she didn’t care. Justin shook his head, acting miserable. “My baby may not be rich, he’s watching every
dime.”
“Listen to her Justin.” Tiny said,
“This is a sign from the future.”
“Shut it.”
She slid back over to him and
leaned against him as she sang to him, smiling as he turned up his nose at her.
“And maybe he sings off key, but that’s alright by me. ‘Cause what he does he does so well. Makes me
wanna yell…”
“You’re dead,” He said and tried
to tickle her, something he had quickly learned was a weakness of hers, but she
had also learned her went for her sides first and was able to grab his hands in
hers and plead with him.
“Sing with me.” He shook his head and she narrowed her eyes
playfully at him. “You know you want
to. See Trace and Todd are getting
down.”
He looked over his shoulder and
Trace said, “Party on wheels, man. It’s
a party on wheels.”
“Faggots.” Justin rolled his eyes.
“If Kevin Bacon can jam to this
song, so can I.” Trace nodded and
continued to laugh and dance along with Todd, making sure to sway his head to
the side in time with the music.
Justin shook his head and looked
back at her. “Two seconds ago you were
miserable. What happened?”
“We left
Todd said, “Girl, don’t be puttin’
“What?! This is my home!” She clapped her hands and continued to sing.
“Let’s hear it for my...ready?” She took
a deep breath and let out a high pitch squeal that was supposed to be
singing. She knew she wasn’t a horrible
singer but was definitely not a pro and had a very small range. “Baabbbbyyy….whoa…” She chuckled
embarrassedly at her horrible pitch and curled down into herself in her little
corner. She looked at Trace and just
shrugged.
“Whoa is right!” Justin laughed.
She pushed at him. He just winked at her and reached over subtlety
with his hand to hold onto hers. She
glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled as their fingers
interlocked. It was a small gesture and
she had figured out that day that he wasn’t very comfortable with being
noticeably affectionate with her with others around, unless it was just Trace,
but she didn’t mind. It was enough to
know that he cared about her when he squeezed her hand with his.
“So Darcy,” She turned and looked
at Trace who was leaning forward, resting his elbows on the back of their
seat. “Ever been to The Trump?”
She cleared her throat. She was afraid that it would come up and
didn’t want to go down that road. She could
hear the sounds of Wham! coming through the speakers and laughed nervously, and
said, “Oh you can turn it off. I just
wanted to embarrass Justin a little.”
“Did a good job,” Tiny said and
popped the cd out and handed it to her.
She pulled her hand away from his
reluctantly to take the cd and shuffled with her stuff to get it back in its
case and back into her favorite light brown leathered Coach satchel she had had
for forever.
“So have you ever seen it?” Trace
continued.
“Yeah.” She sighed and hoped that would be the end of
the conversation.
“The rooms are so nice,” Trace
said.
Justin nodded and turned in his
seat to be able to face the guys in the back.
“So are the views.”
“And the service, man.”
Todd nodded and licked his lips.
“And that restaurant is off the chains.”
The guys nodded in agreement and started to talk about more of the
wonderful features the
She felt a little left out of the
conversation. She was just sitting there
and knew she could talk with them and add on to their conversation. Suddenly, before she had a chance to think, her
mouth started to work, “And the hot tubs are nice.”
It was one of those moments where
everything got quiet. She didn’t know
why? What was the big deal? Maybe she was overreacting herself, reading
into things that weren’t even there. She
was getting paranoid and for no real good reason. With a breath, she looked
over and Justin was staring at her.
After a moment, he cleared his throat, “You’ve stayed there?”
She turned and looked out of the
window, “Yeah.”
“Really?” He asked again in a
surprised tone.
“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes. She didn’t know why but she felt annoyed that
it mattered if she had stayed there before.
Yeah, it was a pretty nice place and all, but she really didn’t see what
the big deal was. Lots of people stay at
The Trump, at least from what she knew. It
was a nice place, but a little fake in her mind and the overload of attention
and service made her a little uneasy.
“When?” She groaned inwardly. She should have known more questions would
have come up. She didn’t question him
staying there, so she didn’t know why he was questioning her. Was it such a shock? Suddenly she realized that she was forgetting
some aspects of her life that she didn’t necessarily like to admit to. It wasn’t that she was ashamed, but she
didn’t think it mattered as much as others thought it did.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged and
quietly said, “A couple years ago, I guess.”
“Cool.”
“God, I hate
She realized that they were now
stopped, trying to turn onto Broadway. She
heard several car horns blaring and smiled, happy for the distraction. “I know. That’s why I walk or take the subway
everywhere.”
The conversation trailed off into
Justin, Trace and Todd talking about
A few more minutes of driving and
she saw the familiar block. She could
remember coming there when she was little and being so taken back by the views
and the tall buildings and especially the big gold one that she had always
loved. Now she was going to that gold
one and tried to bring some of that childish excitement that had left her long
ago back to the surface so that she could put on a good enough show for Justin.
They pulled up, waited for a taxi
to move out of the way, and parked right beside the sidewalk. “We’re here gang,”
“Man, I can’t wait to get in bed.” Justin stretched and she watched as Tiny
hopped out of the car, looked around and then opened Justin’s door. “What time do we have to be at Z100?” He asked Trace, stepping out of the car.
“Early. Like seven or something,”
Trace replied.
“Shit.”
“Sucks to be you,” She laughed at
him as the back hatch was opened up and two bellboys started unloading their
suitcases.
“You’re coming with me.” He smiled at her as she hoisted her satchel
over a shoulder, slid over the seat and stepped out with him.
“Hell no I’m not.” She laughed, “I’m not getting up ‘til about
eleven and then I’m gonna go shopping or go to the park or something.”
He pulled out the pouty lips and
the big eyes and she just smiled at him. “You don’t wanna-“
“You know better than to try and
wake me up before nine in the morning mister!”
She said, cutting him off as Trace and Todd piled out of the car. “So don’t even try.”
He narrowed his eyes at her but
had a smile on his face. They all
crowded close and walked into the building.
Someone opened the door for them and greeted them but she didn’t care or
pay attention. It was a small gesture
and one she knew he was being very cautious with, but still, there it was, his
hand on the small of her back, guiding her and supporting her, letting her know
that he was there and that even though he couldn’t do much out there in public,
he still couldn’t keep his hands off her.
She looked up at him and bit back
a smile. He looked so damn good walking
in there, knowing what to do, completely in control. She watched as his eyes searched around the
lobby, looking for someone. She figured
it was his Jive assistant, Sonia. He had
called her once they landed in
She glanced behind her and found
it absolutely amazing how Todd and Tiny, who had been pretty easy going from
the private jet to the Escalade, were now on guard, tense, looking like Doberman
Pinchers ready to go at any unusual movement.
Justin and Trace were relaxed and she tried to concentrate on that as
she saw a short lady with black hair who looked to be in her early or mid
thirties walk up to them.
“Hey Justin!”
Justin’s smile turned bright and
he opened his arms to the lady. “Sup Toe
Nail!”
“Stop it!” She pulled away from the hug and hit at him,
then looked around Justin to wave at Trace and the other guys. “Hey Trace, guys”
“Hey Son…” Trace said.
“Sonia…” Justin said and pulled Darcy into his side
with his arm around her back and his hand on her shoulder. “This is Darcy.”
“Hi Darcy, it’s great to meet you.
I’m Sonia, his slave driver.” They shook
hands and Darcy laughed, looking up at Justin.
“He needs one.” She looked back
down at the older woman and smiled. “It’s
nice to meet you, too.”
“Come on,” She turned on her heel
and waved them further into the lobby beyond the front desk. “I’ve already checked you in and everything.”
“How long you been waiting?”
Justin asked.
“Long enough to get a buzz at the
bar.” She smiled and walked towards a man who was standing pristinely in a suit
and a bowtie. He was an older gentleman
with graying hair and glasses. “This is
Charles. He’s your attaché,” She laughed
and looked at the older man. “Did I say
that right?”
“Yes ma’am, perfectly. Mister Timberlake,” He stuck out his hand and
she watched as the two of them shake hands.
“It’s a pleasure.”
“This is Trace, my PA,” Justin
said motioning to his friend, who was standing behind them with this cell phone
to his ear. “And this…” She heard him
say and looked at him to see that he was smiling at her. “…is Darcy Height.”
“Darcella Height?”
She shook her head and looked at
him, a little surprised to hear him call her that. “Yes sir?”
She stared at him hard, trying to remember if his face seemed familiar.
He nodded with a smile, “I was
your father’s attaché last week when he was in town.”
“He stayed here?” She asked a little surprised and made a “hmm”
noise. “He usually hangs out on the east
side.”
“He was here for business I do
believe.”
She laughed and rolled her
eyes. “When is he not somewhere for
business?” She smiled at the older man
and put at hand on his upper arm sympathetically. “I hope he didn’t work you
too hard.”
“No ma’am, not at all.” Charles smiled
and nodded at them, “Follow me and we will take you to your rooms.”
She looked up at Justin and he was
looking at her very oddly. She just put
her arm around his back and gave him a small half hug before letting go. He narrowed his eyes at her as if to say
that he was going to get to the bottom of whatever it was he didn’t
understand. She ignored him and followed
Charles to the elevators.
But on the way there she noticed
someone standing nearby, dress as a bellboy.
It was someone she had wished and hoped to forget long, long ago. “Oh my god…” she whispered and stared at the
figure that was now walking towards them.
She wondered how long he had been there, if he had seen her, and what he
was thinking.
“What?” Justin asked.
“Trey will you get their bags
please,” Charles said and her fears were confirmed. She couldn’t believe it.
“Oh Charles,” She spoke up not
even realizing that she was talking. She
licked her lips and shook her head quickly.
“There’s really no need. We can
carry them.”
“We can?” Justin asked and she
frantically nodded yes to him, stepped to the luggage carrier and pulling two
bags off, one hers and one that she didn’t know who it belonged to. She hoisted one over her shoulder with her
satchel and picked up by her hands.
“Yes we can.”
“
She sighed and let the bag she had
in her hands drop to the floor. Her
fears were confirmed and her worst nightmare was coming true. She closed her eyes for a moment, opened them
and stared at the guy that was staring back her. “Hey Trey.”
“What are you doing here?” He asked with a smile.
She was glad Justin was beside
her, because she was able to reach over and latch herself to his arm and state,
“I’m here with my boyfriend.”
“Oh…” She watched as his eyes moved from her to
Justin and then back. He seemed a little
stunned and even though it was mean for her to think so, she was suddenly gave
she was seeing her ex with her new boyfriend.
She hoped he was jealous. There
she was with one of the hottest celebrities and there he was working at The
Trump as a bellboy. “…wow.”
“Yeah.”
“You two know each other?” Justin asked.
She blurted out before Trey could
say anything, “We went to high school together.”
“Cool.” Justin said,
“We gotta get going. Nice to see you Trey.” She smiled and picked up the bag that was on
the floor. She saw now that it had
Justin’s name embroidered on it.
“You too,
“We got it thanks.” He just nodded and stepped out of the
way. Justin looked at her a little weird
as they all now had to physically handle their own bags. No one really seemed to mind or pay much
attention to the now inconvenience. Most
everyone had a regular duffle bag and easily were able to carried their own
belongings.
They piled into the elevator,
Sonia included, and stood there as Charles pressed the number for their
floor.
“Who was that?” Justin asked.
“That…” She sighed. “…was the cherry popper.”
“What?!” Justin exclaimed and it became very quiet in
the elevator, much like earlier in the car.
She glanced at Trace who was trying not to laugh and Sonia who had a
shocked smile on her face. Todd and Tiny
were looking at her weird and Charles was blushing.
“Well he was!” She shrugged.
“Hey…” She felt a nudge and looked at Sonia. “Pretty cute.”
“I know, right?” She giggled.
“Ha, he’s a bell boy at The Trump.
That’s great.”
“That’s the guy?” Justin asked with a scrunched up nose.
“Yup, that’s my first boyfriend.”
Trace laughed heartily and said in
a loud voice, “Well this is just awkward as fuck.”
“Watch your language, man.” Justin scolded him in a hushed tone.
Darcy looked at him oddly. She didn’t know why he was putting on heirs
in front of them now, but he wasn’t impressing anyone but himself. She giggled and chanted at him, “Fuck, fuck,
fuck.”
“Darcy don’t encourage him!”
She rolled her eyes and prayed
they’d get settled soon. She always felt
claustrophobic in elevators and even though this one was rather big, stuffed
with seven people and several big bags made the space very tight. “God I hate elevators.”
“Only a few more floors,” Charles
said calmly.
“So Charles, not to pry but…” She
started. She figured she’d make Justin
think a little harder about everything. She knew that he was a little confused
about the whole Trey thing and then the comment about her dad so she figured if
he was going to act mister uppity, he was going to have to do it with a confused
scowl on his face. Plus, he looked
damned cute when he was frowning. “Did
dad say anything about where he was gonna be this week?”
“I think he said something about
going over seas.”
“Ohhhh yeah….” She nodded as it registered. Her dad always went to
“I believe that’s what he said,
Miss Height.” Charles smiled.
“Your dad, huh?”
She smiled at Justin’s voice. She didn’t
have to look at him to know that he was desperately trying to figure her
out. She shrugged and as the doors
opened onto their floor, simply said, “He travels a lot.”
Tiny and Trace were the first to
pile out and her, Justin and Charles were last.
Justin nodded slowly. “Mmhmm. You don’t talk about your family that much,
ya know?”
“And?” She asked.
“Man…” Trace said, “Maybe it’s a secret that she can’t
tell, alright? Maybe they’re in the FBI
or something.”
“Where the hell did you pull that
from?” Justin said with a chuckle. She laughed as Trace blew him a kiss.
“Places you’ve only dreamed
about.”
Justin just rolled his eyes and
walked down the hallway, following Charles.
Darcy looked at Trace and asked, “Is he always this snooty?”
Trace chuckled and shook his
head. “Only places like this. He gets so embarrassed and so ashamed of his
immature self. If we were in
“What did you say?” Justin called out from in front of them.
She started to giggle and Trace
shook his head and grandly said, “Oh nothing Sir Justin, only commenting on the
lovely artwork, my dear comrade.”
Justin didn’t turn around but
instead flipped them off over his shoulder, which threw them into a fit of more
laughter. He was taking himself entirely
too seriously and she ran up to him, latched her arm around his, kissed his
cheek and skipped down the hallway beside him.
“You’re embarrassing me.” He said
to her in a tone her father use to use on her when she was five.
She rolled her eyes and let go of
his arm saying, “Oh, get over yourself!”
He started to pout but she ignored him as they came to a stop and
Charles started to go into a spiel about their rooms and some other
things. She tried her best to keep
ignoring him but she could feel his eyes burning into him and finally gave up
and stuck her tongue out at him, trying to be as immature as possible.
He gave her a grin in return.
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It had taken a little while to get
everyone settled in. The boys had their
own single bedrooms and Sonia went back home after she went over Justin’s
schedule for the next couple days.
Justin and her had a little bit of a bigger room than the guys. It was a master suite with a wonderful view
of the park and a huge bed. Charles had
shown them all their rooms and told them how to get in touch with him if they
needed service. It was almost
She sat up from the couch and
walked over to him. He grabbed at his
beanie covering his head and tossed it on the floor near the entrance to their
bedroom with his belt. He was smiling a
smile that she had grown very familiar with and very fond of in the past few weeks. It was his, “he he he, we’re alone” smile and
it only meant one thing. She felt his
arms wrap around her waist and he dipped in to kiss her. She wasn’t expecting such a hard kiss but
that’s what she got. He held her tightly
and swallowed her whole. She felt his
hands move down to her ass and felt him hoist her up on his torso. She knew she should’ve protested but it felt
too good and instead she held on and moaned as he walked forward, moving them
to some other part of the room. His lips
ripped from hers and she felt him start to suck on her neck a little. She didn’t know what had caused this insane
moment of need for each other, but there they were, the first moment alone all
day and were about to make out furiously.
Suddenly, she started to wonder if
something more was going to happen. She
felt butterflies start to fly around in her belly. She felt him pull away and then felt her
falling backward slowly. Soon, her back
rested on the mattress and he was laying over her. She felt him, there, pressing into her, ready
to go. He was breathing heavy but still
managed to dip down and kiss her softly, “So…”
“So…” She giggled.
He winked at her. “Wanna make
out?”
She pouted and pushed at him,
hiding her nervousness with previous problems, “Nope, you were being a prick
earlier.”
“I’m sorry.” He sighed and plopped
down beside her. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Just relax. Have fun.
You don’t have to impress anyone, ok?”
“Ok…” He swallowed hard and then
plastered on a smile. “Can we make out
now?”
“Someone’s horney,” She chuckled.
“And?” He asked a she pushed herself back on the bed
a little more. He crawled up with her
and moved so they were facing each other on their sides. His hand started to run up and down her side
and then moved over so he could run his fingers against the skin that was exposed
by her v-neck shirt.
“I haven’t touched the girls in a
while,” he said in a flirting tone.
She pushed his hand away and
crossed her arms over her chest. “The
girls are shy tonight.” Then she rolled
over on her other side. She wasn’t upset
with him at all and had pretty much forgotten about him being a little ass
earlier. What was bothering her was the
fact that it was pretty clear he wanted to play that night and while she didn’t
object to play time, she wasn’t sure that she was ready to go so far with
him. Most of all, she was afraid that if
they started, they wouldn’t be able to stop.
She wanted to wait with him. She wanted it to be special and perfect, not
rushed and sloppy because of their hormones.
Every other guy before him had gotten her to give it up much too
soon. She hadn’t been careful, hadn’t
waited, hadn’t made sure that it’d be special, and she didn’t want to cause any
drama or problems or anything to corrupt what she and Justin had.
He was just too special for her to
fuck anything up.
She wanted to make love with him,
desperately, but she wasn’t sure if having sex was what they needed to be doing
so early on in their relationship. She
wanted to be with him but also wanted to take her time, go slow, and not rush
to do something neither of them was prepared for.
She had never treated it like a
big deal before, but slowly she was realizing how big of a deal sex really was.
“Come on Darcy….” He whispered
huskily. He moved his hand around her
and turned her back to face him. He then
pulled himself up against her and moved his hand down to squeeze her ass. He licked his lips at her. “Let me kiss you…”
He dipped in and she started to
feel even more nervous. She wanted to
tell him all that she had just told herself but she was afraid. What if he got mad at her? She remembered when she wasn’t in the mood
and
“Oh…” She looked over her shoulder at him and he
was staring up at the ceiling, a little out of breath. “Ok…” He looked a little let down, and when she
scanned his body with her eyes she could see the obvious strain against his
jeans. She started to feel bad. Oh no, the whole guilt thing was already
starting. She felt guilty for some how
getting him aroused and leading him on, only to leave him hanging.
She turned back around and just
sat there. She could hear him shift and
move and finally looked to the side to see him walking around the bed, closer
to her. He stretched and moved to kick
off his sneakers. “I think I’m gonna get
in the hot tub to try and relax.”
“Ok.” She nodded in a daze and completely consumed
by her thoughts.
“Yeah….” She watched him as he
leaned down to where his bag was on the floor.
He unzipped it and looked over his shoulder to smile at her. “Wanna join me?”
“Wh-what?” She asked a little shocked that he’d be
smiling at her after their awkward little moment.
“I brought my bathing suit.” He said, pulling out his red swim shorts and
wiggling his eyes at her.
She wanted to take a dip in the
hot tub with him. She wanted to
badly. It’d be relaxing after the long
night of travel and plus, now that they were kind of weird with each other, she
needed something to reconnect them. But,
she was still a little terrified of what was on his mind. “I didn’t bring a suit.”
She almost laughed at
herself. She had never been more scared
of sex, and it didn’t make sense to her why she was so scared of it with the
one person that she was most attracted to.
She had never been more attracted to anyone else in her life. He turned her on like no one else and here
she was terrified of him. It didn’t make
any bit of sense.
“Well, we’ll call and have them
bring one up. What are you, a small?” He said, moving towards her.
Seconds later he was standing
right in front of her, pressing in some numbers on the phone that was on the
nightstand beside the bed and holding it to his ear. She couldn’t have him do that, though. It was unnecessary. She reached up, snatched the phone from him
and put it back on its cradle. “Don’t
worry about that.”
“Afraid Trey might come up?” He laughed.
“No…” She paused.
“Well yes…” She nodded
shyly. “A little.”
“Aww…”
She stood off the bed and wrapped
her arms around his neck. She wasn’t going
to be terrified of him. There was just
no need. She was acting childish and
silly towards him and needed to stop because she confused him and then made him
upset. With a big breath she made up her
mind and decided she was going to use restraint, but she was going to have fun
too. She was going to test her self and
see how well she could behave with him.
She wanted to love him. Her body
was aching for him to touch her. If
everything worked as she planned, she would get what she wanted without going
too fast or too far.
She leaned up and kissed him
quickly. “There’s just no need to have
someone bring a suit.”
“Ok, are you gonna get in with
your jeans on…” He chuckled and moved
his hands down to her back pockets, giving her a firm squeeze. “‘Cause that might soak up all the water.”
“No silly…” She kissed him again and walked forward,
making him move backwards and into the bathroom.
“What?”
She laughed and pulled away to go
towards the huge marble tub on the far wall of the bathroom. “You really are dense sometimes.”
“I am?” He asked, scratching his head and leaning
against the counter as she moved to go turn on the bath water. The water started to fill and she turned
around and looked at him. He was staring
at her and she couldn’t help but giggle a little at how lost he looked. She shook her head and moved her hands to the
hem of her tee shirt, pulling it up over her body and head and then throwing it
at him with a giggle. He licked his lips
and nodded slowly, finally understanding where she was going with all
this. “Ohhh…”
“Yeah…ohhhh…” She winked at him and moved to unbutton her
jeans. “Come on.” She slid off her flip flops and dropped her
jeans. He seemed thoroughly content
watching her there in her white lace thong and bra, and it took him a minute to
realize that he need to undress as well.
She laughed when he shook his head to snap himself out of it and quickly
moved to take off his shirts and jeans.
As she bent over to test out the
water, she felt his hands on her bare ass and stood up. He moved his arms around her, pressed himself
into her so she could fell him and began to kiss her neck. His lips tickled against her shoulder and she
felt his hands move up to cup her breasts through her bra and squeeze
them. He chuckled and said into her ear,
“Apparently I’m not the only one who’s horney.”
She pushed her ass into him and
butted him out of the way. “Who said I
was horney?” She quipped and stepped up the one step into the tub. She stood there as the hot water filled quickly. It was a perfect temperature, hot but not
scolding.
He held onto the counter for
balance and he pulled off his socks as she settled herself down into the
tub. The water level was at her breasts
and she smiled at him as he walked towards her in his black boxer briefs. “Going for the tight ones I see.”
“At least the aren’t tighty
whiteys.” He narrowed his eyes at her
playfully and stepped over into the tub.
“They’re sexy.”
“You want my junk.”
She laughed in shock when he
grabbed his package and bit his lip seductively at her. “What?!”
“Want me to pull it out?”
“What?” Her eyes widened and she squealed, “NO!”
He chuckled at her and got comfy
in the tub lying opposite of her. “You scared?” he asked, moving his hands
behind his head in a cocky manner.
“No…” She said shyly and watched
him as he closed his eyes and groaned.
She moved her hand over and turned off the elegant golden faucet making
the water stop.
“This feel nice.”
“Flip on that switch.” He opened his eyes and she pointed to the
light switch on the wall above his head.
He reached up to flick it.
Suddenly a growling noise was made from the tub and little jets of hot
water were pushed and circulated around their bodies.
“Mmmmm.” She grinned and sunk down
further in the tub so that she was covered up to her shoulders. She then sat up again so that she could pull
her hair back into a sloppy bun using the holder that she kept around her wrist
for the plane ride. Her feet found
themselves a perch on his chest and she sunk back to where she was.
After a few quiet, relaxing
moments she felt his hands massaging her calves and then move up to her
thighs. “So…you gonna be over there all
night?”
She opened her eyes and the look on
his face was of pure desire. There was
something primitive in his eyes and he looked like he was about to pounce. It was sexy as hell, but it was also rather
frightening. “Justin…”
He sighed and she pulled her feet
back and sat up a little, curling into a ball at her end. “Darcy what’s wrong? I’m getting mixed signals here.”
“I just…” She chewed on her lip and looked down at the
bubbling water.
“Baby…” He moved forward, resting on his knees and making
himself closer to her. “Tell me…”
She shifted so he could lie beside
her, but there really wasn’t enough room. So instead, he laid back and she maneuvered
herself so that she was straddling him and looking him directly in the
face. He held his arms around her and
she put hers around his neck holding him in a tight hug. She could feel his lap pressed against her
intimately, and pulled a way a little at the feelings it was stirring inside of
her.
She looked at him and licked her
lips nervously. “I wanna…I wanna make love to you Justin.” She looked down at
his chest and then back up to his face.
He was looking at her so closely, so intently, and it scared her for
some reason. It was the look that she
had seen when they first started dating.
That “oh my god” look that she never quite understood. “I want to really, really, really bad. But I’m so scared to. And it’s really weird because I’ve never been
scared before.”
That look disappeared and he
cracked a smile. “I’m not as big as
everyone says….only twelve inches…”
“Justin!” She hit at him, shocked at what he had said.
“I’m joking! I’m two inches.” He acted embarrassed and shrugged.
She couldn’t help but laugh and
fell forward a little to rest her forehead on his shoulder. “Oh my god…”
She felt his hands on her ass once
again. It didn’t really faze her anymore
when he touched her there. His hands
seemed to have some addiction with her ass and she didn’t mind so never
commented on it. But when he pushed his
hips into hers and said, “Wanna see it?” she knew she had to comment.
She pulled back and cocked an
eyebrow at him. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here.”
He put his hands on her hips and
firmly placed her down on his lap, holding her there. His head leaned back against the tub and he
looked up at her sincerely. “You wanna
make love to me, but you’re scared to. You’re scared because…” He paused and nodded at her to kiss him. It was their code. In the past few weeks she had learned quickly
that whenever they were lying down and he nodded slightly to her, it meant he
wanted a kiss. It didn’t take her long
to copy his actions and get kisses in return.
She leaned down and promptly gave him what he was asking for. When she pulled away and he quietly said, “Because you want it to really mean
something, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders
again and said into his ear, “I went way to fast with every other guy. I don’t want to with you. I want it to be special and mean more than
anything else.”
“Baby, we’ve talked about this.” He sighed against her shoulder and then
kissed her there.
“I…I know.” She pulled away,
huffed and looked up at the ceiling. She
knew she was probably being a pain to him.
She was frustrating herself. One
minute she wanted him, the other she was terrified. She was having a hard time controlling her
feelings and she hoped he’d be patient with her while she got over her little
hump. “I just need to keep telling
myself because I just…” She licked her lips and grinned at him shyly, “I’m
having a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”
“I’m not complaining.” He chuckled.
Her grin turned into a full smile
and she moved her hands to his chest. “I
know you’re not.” She watched him as he looked
at her, but his eyes weren’t on her face.
She glanced down at herself and saw that her white bra had become mostly
see-through. She looked back up at his
face. He was chewing on the corner of
his bottom lip and holding her hips tightly.
She didn’t care that he was admiring her, in fact, in some way it made
her feel very empowered. She felt him against her, pushing towards her,
underneath the water. She shifted a
little and admitted to herself how good it felt. He groaned quietly in response, looked her in
the eyes finally, and took in a deep breath.
His eyes were wide and he was
nervously licking his lips. He finally
let out the air he had been holding in his lungs and said her name, “Darcy…” His eyes darken as he stared at her and his
lips were moist. He took in another
breath, this one sounding very shaky, and cautiously said, “You know I’m not…I
don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to.”
“I know…” She nodded.
“Shhh…” He sat up and captured her lips for a moment.
“Let me finish.” He relaxed back in the
tub and she felt his hands start to move up her back, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do
something with me. If you don’t want to,
or if you are scared or whatever, all you have to do is tell me. Just tell me to stop and I’ll stop. But….” He paused and she felt his hands move
around her to her front. They moved up
underneath her breasts and pushed them up in her bra.
His eyes locked with hers. “There…there are a lot of things we can do,
that, that aren’t necessarily sex.”
“Like…” She bit her lip and asked, “Touching?”
“Yeah…” He breathed heavily and said, “…and something
else.” His hands moved over her breasts and she felt him massage her there for
a moment. The feeling was intoxicating. The hot water was rumbling around them and
making them relaxed. His hands were
massaging her slowly and his fingers were occasionally moving to move over her
nipples that were perked underneath the wet material. She could feel him, throbbing and pressing
into her. He was hard and it felt so damn
good when he shifted his hips against hers.
But then he sat up more and moved
his hands down to her ass quickly and pushed her fully against him. “Shit girl, you don’t know how bad I want to
taste you,” He growled out.
Before she had time to gasp at his
words, he was kissing her roughly and thrusting himself against her. She pulled away and felt his hands move down
and down and underneath and in between. Her
head tilted back and she moaned, “Oh god…” when his fingers started to move against
her inner thighs. He hadn’t even touched
her where she really wanted him to and he was already making her feel
crazy. She couldn’t believe she was so
worked up over all this shit moments before.
He was just too damn good to pass
up.
“Would you like my tongue right
here?” He breathed against her neck, where his lips had left a trail from her
shoulder up to her ear. She left out a
soft “oh” when she felt his fingers move to where she wanted him. He was soft with her and barely rubbed her up
and down, over and over again. He went
slow, but it felt damn good and with the wet material of her thong in the way
the pleasure he caused her was even more intense. She couldn’t even think.
“Fuck Justin,” She breathed out. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He breathed into her ear.
“No! God no…”
He pulled back and looked into her
brown eyes, she guessed for permission, and she nodded at him as he pushed the
material of her thong aside and was able to really touch her. She started to pant against him and held on
to his shoulders tightly. It felt so
good and she didn’t know what to do except sit there and enjoy it. “That nice?” He asked in a low tone.
She laughed at him and held back a
groan, “You’re doing this to get head aren’t you?”
Suddenly his fingers stopped and
he pulled away. “No. I wouldn’t do that. I hope-“
“‘Cause its working.” She leaned down and kissed him passionately.
He pulled away quickly, searching
her eyes. “What?”
She bit her lip and only giggled
at him.
“You do that?” He asked in shocked.
“I’ll do it for you.” She said and then dipped her head down a
little to look him directly in the eyes.
She kissed him briefly and whispered, “I want to do it for you.”
The next few moments couldn’t be
rationalized in her mind or anyone else’s for that matter. They started to kiss each other furiously and
she felt his hands picking at the strap at her back and soon felt her bra gone,
thrown somewhere in the room. His hands
moved up over her and squeezed her appreciatively. He pulled her down against him and when their
chests pressed into one another he pulled away breathless, held her close and
said, “God, you don’t know how much I’ve dreamed about this….”
She giggled and moved her hips
with his, relishing in the feeling. “I
wonder if it’s still called dry humping if you are in water.”
“I don’t know. Damn girl, you really are something…” He shook his head at her with a smile.
“What?”
He leaned back against the tub and
looked at her breasts, touching them and smiling to himself. “You’ve got the
nicest tits.”
The water was sloshing around them
and she looked to see there was water all over the marble floor of the
bathroom. They hadn’t put down a towel
or anything and were probably going to have a hell of a time getting out
without falling. “We’re making a mess.
Do you wanna get out?”
“I don’t wanna move…” He said, leaning up to suck on her neck a
little.
She involuntarily tilted her head
back and groaned. “We can get in bed,
have more room. Maybe…maybe I could…ya
know...”
“No I don’t know.” He stopped, gripped her ass and growled out, “Say
it.”
“Play…” She said seductively, and reached in between
them to grab him. He was thick and big
and she wished his underwear wasn’t in the way.
“…with him…”
When she looked up at him, he was
panting and looking at her with huge eyes.
“O-ok…”
“Would you like that?” She whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips
slowly.
“Yes…” He breathed.
She pulled her hand away from
where she was holding him and stood up, letting the water trickle off her. She reached over, turned off the jets, and
then leaned over to pull the lever that let the water drain. Then she reached out to him. “Come on.”
They didn’t take any time trying
to mop up the mess they made with towels and barely dried each other off before
they pulled the covers back on the bed, throwing the comforter on the floor and
hopping down on the mattress together.
It took them only seconds to get near each other. They started to grind into one another, their
hands started to roam and their lips seemed to have their own minds.
“I wanna see you naked…” She said and pulled away a little so she
could rub her palm against the crotch of his damp shorts.
He blinked at her and after a
moment stuttered, “O-ok…”
He rolled away, lifted his lips
and quickly pulled off his shorts, leaving him naked. She smiled.
He was a nice size and had a bit of a curve to him that she bet would
feel really good inside of her. She
shook her head. She couldn’t afford to
think like that. Those thoughts would
make her break her restraint.
But he was damn sexy. Good god, was he nice looking.
He pushed himself back up on
against the pillows and laid there with his arms behind his head and she moved
her hand down to touch him, pumping him slowly. “You lied…”
“What?” He asked breathlessly.
“About your size…” She cocked her head to the side and watched
her hand move over him. He moved his
hips with her hand and she giggled a little.
But when she looked at his face and saw his wide, scared looking eyes
she knew she had to do something else and moved to straddle his thighs.
“Is it ok?” He asked shyly.
“Yes…” She giggled a little. “Why are guys so self conscious about their
penis size? You have a big one. You have to know this. It’s nice.”
She bit her lip and moved her thumb to swipe over him.
He reached forward with his hands
and touched her breasts, mocking her movement and rubbing his thumbs over her
nipples a little. “Your breasts are nice.”
She leaned forward so that she was
on her hands and knees leaning over him.
She moved her hand off him so she could have balance and pushed her
breast into his face. “Kiss them…” She
demanded and soon felt him hold on to one of her breast with his hand and
suckle on the other one. She laughed at
the tickling sensation but moaned at the pleasure, and soon found herself on
her back with his lips on her nipples and his hands moving down over her body. “Shit, that’s good…”
He continued kissing her and touching her and she could feel him brush against
her thigh, pressing his hardness into.
She sighed at the feelings he was causing to ripple through her. Suddenly,
he pulled away quickly and moved up to kiss her lips. She moaned into his mouth when his hand
cupped her through her panties. His
finger started to rub her and he whispered, “I wanna see her…”
“What?” She asked him.
“This…” He slid his hand up and then down again, this
time underneath the lacy material so that he could really touch her. She licked
her lips and moaned his name. His
fingers were so nice against her, moving slowly but purposefully. He slid against her easily and she took in a
much needed deep breath. “Do you have a
name for her?”
“No.” She giggled and closed her eyes, “Pussy?”
“You’re so fucking dirty.” He shook his head at her and she spread her
legs when he started to put pressure on her a little more.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to
use the f-word in The Trump.”
She gasped and opened her eyes
when he moved his finger inside of her.
It had been a while since she had had someone touch her like this and
she had to breathe deeply or she thought she might faint. His fingers were smooth and long and she
gulped, feeling his lips on her neck.
“Don’t make me shut you up,” He breathed against her.
“What are you gonna do?
Ohhh…” She moved her hips with him as he
pushed another finger inside of her and moved his thumb to gently rub and put
pressure against the one place that was screaming for attention. She moved her
hands to his head and pulled him so that his lips were against hers. She kissed him roughly and pulled away sucking
on his bottom lip hard. “Are you gonna
make me suck him off?”
He pulled away and she felt him
stop all of his movements. “Darcy…” He said softly and she looked at him and was
confused to see that he looked a little upset.
It had all come to a halt and she knew very well that wasn’t a good
thing. She stared at him.
“What?”
“Nothing…”
She knew he was lying when she
felt his fingers leave her and his hand retreat from in between her legs. She wasn’t about to have him back out
now. She needed him and she needed to
figure out what the hell was going on with him so they could get back to having
fun.
“No, tell me.” She took a breath,
trying to control her hormones. She
couldn’t believe he just stopped right in the middle of fingering her.
His eyes met hers and when he
said, “You’re just being pretty crude” she felt ashamed and dirty. She didn’t realize she was being
anything. She was just playing and
having fun. Apparently, according to
him, she was acting like a whore.
“Oh…”
“No, no. I don’t mind.” He kissed her, reading her well and seeing
that she was upset. He smiled at her. “It’s pretty hot. I just, I didn’t expect you to be a little sex
vixen.”
“Oh…” She was confused now. He seemed upset about it two seconds ago, and
now he was pushing his dick into her leg and massaging her breasts as he sucked
on her neck. She didn’t understand what had
happened. Here she was thinking she was
throwing mixed signals at him, but he now he had tossed them right back at
her.
“Shhh, it’s not bad. It’s definitely not bad.” He kissed her quickly and then felt him shift
against her. He was down at the foot of
the bed now, standing in all his naked, sexy glory. He stared at her for a moment and then an
incredibly genuine smile took over his face. He leaned forward a little and put
his hands on the ends of her thong, tugging at them. “Let me see that pussy, girl.”
“Heheheh,” She couldn’t help the
giggles. He was trying to lighten the
mood but was being serious and sexy at the same time. She curled over into herself and laughed,
making his hands fall off of her. “You
said pussy.”
“What? Girl…” He growled out and slapped her ass
playfully. “What are you on?”
She giggled some more and moved
her hips up and pulled off her panties, kicking them away with her foot. She was glad he didn’t seem to mind playing
around again because for a while there it was awkward. And she hated it when it got awkward with
him. She looked at him as his mouth
dropped a little and he leaned himself on the bed, staring at her. “I wanna be on you…” She flirted.
He pushed himself up beside her
and she felt his hand timidly run over her body, over her breasts and her
stomach and her legs and her hips. It
was a little weird that moments before he didn’t seem to have a care that he
was touching her and now, now he was taking his time, savoring it, touching her
like she was so delicate. His hands felt
good, big and smooth moving over her skin.
But she couldn’t concentrate on that.
All she could think about was the way he was looking at her. He seemed shocked, in awe. She knew she had a pretty nice body but he
was acting as if she was Venus herself. “God,
you’re…”
“What?”
“Come here…” She felt his arms encircle her and sighed
when he hugged her naked body to his. It
did feel very nice. He felt warm and
safe. But he was holding her a little
too tight as if he was afraid she was going to run away. Well, there was no possibility of that. She had her sexy boyfriend naked on a bed in
a nice hotel in
“What’s wrong?”
“You- you’re so fucking beautiful
Darcy,” He whispered into her ear. She
felt her body go tense. He sounded like
he was going to cry.
“Thank you.” It was all she could think of to say.
After a few quiet moments of
holding one another and her mind racing, trying to figure out what was going on
in his head, he pulled away with a shy smile.
“This wild shit is fun, but…but let’s go slow ok?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and
looked at him hard. Her hand came up to
his face and she held his jaw in her hand.
“Are you ok?”
He sighed and leaned down to kiss
her. “This is the first time we get to
be with each other this way. I want the
first time we have sex to be special, but I want this to be special, too.” He kissed her again, “I wanna take my time.” She felt his hand skim down her body from her
breasts and then lower. “I wanna savor
it.” His hand was in between her thighs
again, moving even slower than before.
She wanted to beg him to go inside, but he seemed to be content just
rubbing her. “I wanna worship you.”
“Really?” She asked breathlessly. No one had ever said that to her before and
the possibilities of what that meant made her body scream for him.
His lips touched hers and slowly
he moved his tongue into her mouth. She
felt his body move over hers, brushing against her thigh, still very much
aroused. He pulled away after a while
and whispered, “Just lay back…”
“Ok…” For a moment he looked like he was going to
have sex with her. He was poised over
her in prefect position and she realized if he did try, she wouldn’t object to
it. But he didn’t. Instead she felt a kiss on her shoulder and
her neck and then down to her collar and breasts. He kept kissing her, over and
over, slowly making his way down and down and down.
It clicked and she gulped as he
looked up at her with those deep blue eyes from where he was kissing her right
below her navel.
Soon, she was licking her lips,
staring at him, unable to move her gaze from his face as he kissed her inner
thigh. He was lying on his stomach below
her and had pushed her up so she was sitting up against the pillows and
headboard. She looked behind him and saw
his little firm ass and his legs bent, his feet up in the air. It was kind of a cute position to see him in
and she started to smile. Maybe later she’d call up Ellen and tell her that his
ass really was as white as they thought.
But later…much later.
“Why you smiling?” He breathed
against her with a grin, pushing her legs up so they were bent and spread for
him. She was about to answer but suddenly
was unable to remember how to talk. His
tongue touched her privately, gently, softly and she moaned aloud, moving her
hands down to grip at his short hair.
It didn’t take her long at all to
get to the point where she was trying desperately to get something else going.
She tried to push him into her, tugging his hair hard but he just pulled back
and gave her a warning look, licking his lips at her. That had made her head hit back on the pillow
and she sighed as he went back to moving the tip of his tongue slowly up and
down over her. Then she had figured out
she could move her hips against him and get a little more friction so that
maybe she could come. But he had put his
hands on her hips and firmly kept her still.
It was torture but she loved
it. When he moved his hands behind her
to lift her ass off the mattress and kiss her wildly she groaned and moved her
hands from where she had been holding on to the top of the wooden headboard
down to his hair. “More Justin…” She
panted. “More…please…”
It had been a while since she had
had this done to her,
“Dammit Justin!” She groaned.
Her groan was cut short when he
chuckled against her in a deep tone and her muscles spasmed for a quick second,
a prelude of what was to come. She felt
him pull away and bent her neck to look down at him. He was smiling a devilish smile and kissed
her inner thigh, saying, “Not yet…”
He didn’t lie. She was wiggling underneath him for what
seemed like hours before he finally let her come. And when she did, the whole world seemed to
set on fire and then quickly be put out with nice cooling water. It was insane, incredible, unbelievable and
it took her several minutes to finally be able to move her body after it had all
died down. He worshipped her alright,
and when her senses were regained and feeling came back to her body, there he
was, kissing against her belly softly, smiling at her.
It was a fantastic night and he didn’t
get to bed as early as he should have, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered that night except for
them. They talked, they played, they
explored and when it was all over with, and they had turned off the lights and
curled up underneath the covers, he was there, holding her in his arms, rubbing
his fingers up her spine. It was much
more than just horniness that had brought them to where they were that
night. There was a need there, a passion
and even though she knew neither of them would have even thought about saying
it, there was love, somewhere buried beneath the moans and the sighs and the
giggles, there was love.
It made her smile to know only a
matter of time was left before it would come to the surface. And when it did,
she’d be ready.