You move closer, not making a sound. It wouldn't matter if you did anyway. Whenever he works he is oblivious to anything else. His head is slightly raised, his eyes closed. He is lost in the music, It has taken him to that place where you could never follow. A lot of women would be jealous. Not you. You know he will always return.
As you watch, JC's lips purse together and he begins humming. Quietly at first, then louder. His lips then stretch into a satisfied smile. Although out of focus, his eyes are open now and his hands slow as they play the last few notes before stilling completely. His gaze becomes clearer as the music fades and he smiles when he sees you.
Removing his glasses, he looks at you, taking in every inch of your form. You start to tremble at the intensity of his stare. You feel naked, even though you have a robe covering you.
"C'mere baby."
Though hushed, his voice startles you. It beckons and you begin to move toward him, although you don't remember taking the steps. His hands gently squeeze your hips and his fingers dance up and down your sides as if he were still playing.
He looks up at you, the blue in his eyes having gone dark and stormy. He smiles just a little and you smile back at him, his fingers now sliding the thin fabric of your robe open. He places his lips at the flesh just below your belly button and his tongue snakes out, tasting.
Small ripples of pleasure make their way up your skin and he chuckles softly, his warm breath making your skin tingle. He slides you on his lap and you can feel his hardened length pressing against you.
His hands come up to frame your face and he touches his lips to yours, lightly at first, then harder, hungrier. He devours you, taking everything you'll give him....then more. Your fingers make their way up the back of his neck to twine themselves in the mass of curls that you love.
Breathing hard now, he pulls away slightly and runs his tongue over your kiss-swollen lips, lingering over the pouty fullness of your bottom lip. His hands have opened your robe completely, leaving you bare and you feel yourself flush at the way he looks at you. He leans close, his breath travelling up the side of your neck and he nips at your ear.
"Do you wanna get dirty?" He huskily asks.
Your sharp intake of breath is all the confirmation he needs and his gaze intensifies even more as he slips the robe over your arms, letting it drop to the floor. He takes in every inch of you, his eyes hungry with need. He lifts, you up, standing with you, his eyes never leaving yours.
He moves you both to the center of the room, his hands still caressing your skin. For a few seconds you just stand there, looking at each other, the tension building. Then he smiles. Slowly.
"What do you think Justin," he asks, "Do you think she wants to play.....dirty?"
The way that one word rolled off his tongue makes you shiver and it takes you a minute to realize exactly what he's said. You spin around to see Justin leaning against the door frame.
"Oh yeah," he smirks, "I think she does."
The palm of Justin's hand presses against his growing erection through his low slung jeans and his chest is bare. His head is lowered slightly, shadowing his face, giving him a more sinister appearance. You look back at JC, wondering what's going on and he chuckles.
"What do you think Elley?"
Justin's husky drawl is coming from right behind you now and you jump when his hands begin to lightly trace the contours of your back. JC's still hands are now moving again, pressing firmly as they knead at the curve of your hips. It's almost too much and a small moan escapes your lips.
Justin's hands move around to cup your breasts and he tests their weight, lifting gently. You lean into him, bracing yourself against his firm, sleek chest. You can feel the muscles rippling with every movement and your head falls back to lay on his shoulder.
JC's hands have worked their way down now, tracing slow circles on your thighs. Instinctively, your legs move apart, opening for him. His thumbs graze you, making you suck in a sharp breath. He looks up, meeting your eyes with his sparkling blue ones.
His tongue snakes out, running along his lower lip and instantly, you want that same tongue against you. He knows this and smirks up at you a few moments longer before lightly tasting your outer folds. You bite your lip when he tastes again, this time exploring a little further. Burrowing deep inside, he strokes you, thrusting.
Justin's hands are massaging your breasts now. His lips are following the line of your shoulder and you gasp when his teeth graze your skin. Your breath is coming in short pants and your body is twitching uncontrollably. Slowly, you feel yourself being lowered. JC never breaks contact as Justin lays you down on the thick, plush carpet.
Your legs drop open even wider and when your eyes open you find Justin's icy blue eyes staring amusedly back at you. He dips down to catch your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. He nibbles gently before kissing you again.
JC slides a long, graceful finger inside you and his tongue begins to dance around your swollen nub, teasing it mercilessly. You gasp and Justin take the opportunity to slip his tongue into the hot recesses of your mouth. He flicks the roof of your mouth, tickling and tasting.
Your hands are grasping at the carpet and Justin takes one of them in his and presses it against him. You clutch at his jeans; they are an obstacle that must be removed. You can't seem to get the button undone and you whimper as your fingers scramble uselessly. Justin breaks the kiss long enough to shed the offending material and he is back, his lips now moving down your neck. He murmurs against your heated flesh.
"What do you want Elley," he asks.
Another low moan is the only sound you are able to make and he pulls back slightly. His eyes find yours again and they narrow.
"You have to tell us what you want."
"I......I wa..."
JC's thrusts have become longer and when he slips a second finger inside you, the burning pit at the center of you begins to spread. You can barely concentrate on what Justin is saying.
"What do you want Elley," he asks again, firmer this time.
"I wa.....want....I want to...."
Justin leans down and pulls a taut nipple in between his lips, rolling his tongue over it. His fingers tease the other one, lightly grazing it, then pinching it gently. Your body is trembling now. Every nerve ending is sparking with electricity and your head falls back. Small high whimpers emerge from your throat and Justin grabs your hand again.
"Tell us Elley," Justin growls, "Tell us...or we stop."
You try to get the words out. They can't stop. It would kill you if they stopped. Your lips have gone dry and you lick them.
"I want....I...oh GOD, I want to be....."
"Go on."
"FUCK.....I want to be dirty!"
Justin smirks and he presses your hand to his cock. Your fingers wrap around him immediately and he grunts in approval. You begin to stroke him and his hips thrust involuntarily. Pulling gently, you urge him closer until you can guide the tip in between your lips.
He groans when you take him in, sliding your tongue over the throbbing vein underneath. As the tension in your body builds, you increase the suction and your hips begin to lift. Justin arches back, his hand pressing lower and lower on your stomach. His fingers brush over your clit and your body jerks in response.
JC's fingers are now moving faster....harder. Justin's rolls your clit in between his fingers, pinching slightly and you feel as if you're going to explode. Your grip on him tightens and your back arches up off the floor. The sensations crash down open you, lifting you up and setting you back down over and over again. As you cry out, JC thrusts one last time and Justin's hand moves back up over your body.
Your breathing begins to return to normal and you look up to see JC and Justin grinning at each other. You decide to show them how to really play dirty. Sitting up, you push Justin back until he's on his back. His eyes widen in surprise, but he does what you want. He is still hard and you kneel over him, brushing your breasts over him. He sucks in a breath and stares up at you.
"You wanna play dirty huh?" You smirk at him and his eyes widen even more when you straddle him. "I'll show you how dirty is done."
His grin is cut off by a moan as you sheathe him within your folds. His hands come around to cup your ass and he squeezes gently. You notice how he fills you and you close your eyes, lost in the feeling. Justin's hips try to move upward but you press against him, holding him still.
"Not just yet."
A sound escapes his lips and you smile at him. You reach out to JC and he kneels beside the both of you. He has shed his clothes and the back of your hand brushes across his penis, making him jump. You lift your chin slightly, urging him to turn a little away from you. Your fingertips glide down his spine, and he shivers as gooseflesh breaks out over his skin.
"You asked if I wanted to play dirty, well......now I want to see you play dirty."
The look you give Justin tells him exactly what you want him to do. Turning his head slightly, he licks his lips and glances up at JC, who edges even closer. Justin's tongue snakes out again, this time, flicking against the tip of JC's cock.
"Good boy." you rasp as you slide yourself up Justin's length, leaning down toward him. "Now, show me how dirty you can be."
You let yourself slide back down, taking Justin completely and he moans low in his throat. He looks at you, a slight smile pulling at his lips before turning to JC again. His lips part again and he takes the tip in his mouth, running his tongue over it. JC's head falls back and he thrusts his hips forward, pressing farther into Justin's mouth.
Justin groans, louder this time as you begin to ride him. The low vibration of that sound causes JC to buck wildly. You start slow, rising the full length of him before slowly sliding back down. You watch with interest as his mouth covers JC's cock, moving over it. You begin to rock faster and Justin quickens his pace as well pulling a sharp gasp from JC's lips. Wanting a taste, you lean forward and press your lips to JC as well.
Justin's hands clutch your ass as he begins thrusting upwards. Greedy now, you take JC's cock from Justin's mouth and fold your own lips around it. He thrusts towards you now, his fingers tangling in your hair. With every thrust Justin gives you take more of JC in. Your hand strokes the base of his cock as your tongue flicks at the vein underneath.
The warmth you felt before is beginning to build again; the only sounds you hear are the slap of skin against skin and the short gasping moans coming from all three of you. Justin thrusts harder and you increase the suction on JC. His body is sleek with sweat and he growls, wanting more.
Justin thrusts into you one last time, pulling you over the edge with him. Your bodies tense and your muscles spasm and contract with each wave. He hisses your name, arching his back up off the floor and you throw your head back, letting your mouth drop open. A high keening sound emerges and it takes a second for you to realize that you are the one making that sound.
When you have ridden the last wave and are able to bring your head back up, you stare breathlessly at Justin. You smile and lift yourself off of him, kneeling in front of JC. Justin follows your lead and, together, you begin to bring JC to that same brink.
Justin immediately takes JC in his mouth again, sucking at him. You trail your fingers up JC's chest, stopping to tease his flat nipples into tiny hard peaks. You nibble at his lips, running your tongue over them, tasting him when he parts them. He grinds his lips against yours, plunging his tongue into your mouth.
You feel him whimper as Justin grazes him lightly with his teeth before taking him in again. JC's arms tighten around you, pulling you as close to him as possible and you run your lips down over his chin and into the hollow of his throat. You can feel his muscles begin to tighten as he reaches the edge and begins to fall. His breath catches in his throat and he lets it out again in a rush.
Your gaze slides down to watch as Justin suckles at him as if milking every last drop. You run your hands down JC's chest, over his flat stomach and down into the dark thatch of hair. Justin pulls back, flicking his tongue over the tip again before running his tongue over his lips, making a slight smacking noise. JC's voice is hoarse when he speaks.
"What'd I tell you Justin?"
"You were right Jayce," Justin smirks, raising an eyebrow, "She likes to play dirty."