Charity's Secrets (30 page)

Just
talk to me!

Just
talk to me!

"Just
fucking TALK TO ME!"

Shit! I
didn't mean to let that out.

He
turns to me, his face strictly in JP mode, and calmly says, "You wanna
talk, fine, we'll talk right here and right now."

Justin
yanks the wheel and puts us into a wicked spin, gliding off the road and out
into a field with an arch of glistening ice behind us. His eyes are on me the
entire time, never once concerned with the car or where we're heading.

We
finally come to a halt just a few feet off the asphalt. Justin punches it into
park and shuts off the engine.

"Talk!"
he orders me.

My jaw
flaps loosely with nothing coming out.

Really,
this happens now?

"What
do you want to know?" Justin continues.

"Are—are
you still angry with me?" I blurt out.

He
nods. "Of course I am." I see his jaw flexing as he tries to contain
himself.

"I'm
so sorry, Justin—"

"Don't
apologize—don't you dare!" he snaps, shocking me. "You made a
decision; stand behind it!"

"I
do stand behind it, completely, but I'm sorry for how it hurt you."

For a
moment, the only sound is our breathing.

"Lena
told me what was happening here," Justin tells me in his reserved tone.
"She also told me that it was her fault because she put the idea in your
head, and that I should be pissed at her, not you."

"Don't
be!" I demand. "All she did was give me a name. What I did with it
was up to me. And when you talk to your mother tomorrow, you'll know why I'm
good with what I did. You will understand it."

"I
already get it. I don't have to hear what happened to know how much you love
me. That couldn't have been easy to do," he admits softly. "I couldn't
see how to go on without you and I was the angry one. I think this might have
been worse for you. We're both victims in this."

I
understand exactly what he means by that.

Justin
continues, "What you did was amazing. I tell you I love you, and I try to
show you every way that I can, but you lived it. You put your love right out
there where it cannot be denied, especially not by me."

My
voice lowers. "But you're still angry with me."

"I
have that right."

"Yes,"
I agree, "you do. How do we get past this and reconnect, because this is
killing me? I don't like this feeling that I will never touch you again. I
can't stand that I caused this gap between us, so how do we fix it?"

"Intimacy
and punishment," Justin growls.

"Excuse
me?" I gasp, shocked.

"Take
your fucking clothes off! You want to feel close and I want you to beg. We're
going to have both." His eyes are on fire, fueled by raw desire. "I
ache to feel you; I miss the musky scent of you, the sweet taste of you
flooding my mouth, and I can't wait another minute."

Holy
Christ, he excites me!

"You
were scared in the laundromat, but you were turned on, too. I could sense it in
the air around you, like an animal, and you wanted to fuck me almost as much as
I wanted my hard cock inside you. I can still smell it on you, a hungry urge
drawing me in.”

He's
not wrong, not a damn bit!

The
rolling thunder in his deep voice sends vibrations right to my pussy and makes
me want to climax, just by listening to him. I need pressure between my legs in
the worst way, so I cross them tightly and lean forward on myself.

"There's
only one way that I like to see you cry," he says. "I've seen too
much of the wrong crying from you; and it's time to make it right. I'm going to
remind you why you love me, how happy I can make you. And I'm going to remind
you how much you love to beg."

As he's
talking, his hands work at his zipper. A moment later his massive, delicious
hardness is exposed and teasing me with one of his strong hands wrapped around
its base, tugging at it. I missed him so much and I just want to attack him.

"Stop
trying to grind your own thighs and take your God damn clothes off!" he
orders, sliding and twisting his hand up his cock to its head as a tease.

Why
the fuck has he had to tell me twice?

I kick
my shoes off like a maniac and rip at my coat and shirt, then my pants. His
shirt slips over his head and I'm hypnotized by all those freaking muscles; the
perfect squares of his stomach, the finger-like ripples between his ribs. It
makes me want to dig my fingernails through his yummy flesh. Unable to wait
another second, I take my panties down and run my fingers through my steamy
folds, stroking my swollen clitoris while I watch him jerk himself off beside
me.

Justin
grabs my hand, pulling it from between my legs and shoving it in his mouth
where I feel his tongue licking them clean. I circle my fingers around his wet
mouth muscle and tingle with anticipation of what it's going to be doing to me
very soon. As if that isn't enough, I hear his voice roll again, "Take the
bra off and climb into the back."

There's
a rush of heat and thick wetness from my eager crotch and my nipples
practically pop out of my bra as it falls off. Before I move, Justin grabs one
of my hard nipples and pinches it. I watch him jerk himself off faster while my
tit sends crippling shocks to my core.

"I
need you to kiss me, please. It's been far too long and I need your lips,"
I beg.

He
smiles at me, lets go of himself and puts his hand on the far side of my face
to draw me closer. His lips graze mine gently, barely brushing the surface. It
gives me passionate chills that grow deeper as his lips press harder against
mine, opening my mouth to his soft tongue.

The
sweetness that he offers me sometimes is so intense that it makes me cry. His
love for me is monumental and when he kisses me like this it’s all the proof
I'll ever need.

When he
moves his face away from me I give his lip a playful bite, letting him know
that I'm ready for my punishment.

Justin
motions with his head for me to move to the back seat. I'm only half through,
my legs not quite yet between the front seats, my warrior parts open and
exposed, when he grabs my thighs and stops me. He breathes on my wetness to
show me how close he is and it makes me clench and release over and over with
anticipation.

His
hands glide up and down the backs of my legs, squeezing my ass and spreading me
open further. I hear him inhaling me deeply and my pussy screams. He makes me
whimper without even touching me and my juices are running down my quivering
inner thighs.

Fucking
lick me already!

I don't
think I can wait any longer. He blows on me again and my cries fill the car.

"Are
you ready to beg yet?" his voice rolls. I'm sure he's close enough to see
me dripping.

"I
am begging." I literally bounce on my hands and knees to emphasize my
frustration. "Please, Justin, just—"

Suddenly,
his tongue is in me, sucking out my honey. The pressure of his face crushing into
me is exactly what I wanted, my clit is grinding on the wet stubble covering
his chin.

My
orgasm is already here, as if it had been waiting for days just under the
surface. I buck backwards, trying to ram his face while the pulsing in my gut
grows into a rhythm.

"Make
me cum, Justin, please!"

As soon
as I beg for it he stops. My climax shrinks back from the edge, but it's not
for long. Justin slips several fingers into me and strokes my G-Spot while his
other hand grips my leg. He slaps my ass suddenly and the sound is explosive in
the small car. It sends pins and needles straight into my vagina ripping my
orgasm back from hiding.

"Are
you ready to cum already?" he asks.

"Yes!
I need it. I need you!"

I feel
his tongue slide onto my screaming clit and my body catches fire. He sucks me
into his mouth so his tongue can rub my hard nub like a hot, wet finger. His
other hand is now stabbing my internal pleasure zone, torturing me inside and
out.

"Christ!
I'm going to cum. Please let me cum, Justin. Please! Smack my ass and let me
cum."

His
tongue stiffens and his other hand begins to practically beat my ass. Chills
drip from my stinging flesh in waves that match my orgasm. I shut tight on his
fingers, clamping in spasms each time he smacks me.

"Cumming!
Cumming! Cumming!"

Suddenly,
he pulls away from me, both his hands and tongue, when I'm right there starting
to spill over the edge of ecstasy.

"
Justin!
Touch me! Are you fucking crazy?
" My shouts become a desperate squeal
as I thrust one of my own hands into my heat.

Justin
grabs and pulls it away and my entire body becomes an ache. My orgasm seizes
and my body trembles on the edge.

He
shifts around and out of nowhere I am filled with his cock. His girth pulls my
opening tight. His muscular upper body covers my back while his strong hips
fuck me—hard.

"If
you're going to cum this fast, it's going to be on my hard cock."

Once
again the vibrations of his voice rumble to my insides as his hardness plunges
in and out of me in wonderful thrusts that demand my satisfaction. The inner
walls of my womanhood enclose around his thick piston, uselessly attempting to
clutch it in place.

My orgasm
becomes my angry warrior—it will not be denied again. I'm lost in it, consumed
until I exist for nothing but this massive climax. My body slides back to
collide with his pounding hips, unable to take any more of him in me, but
trying anyway.

One of
Justin's hands is on my shoulder forcing me onto him as he impales me once
again. His other hand slides up my side and finds my breast, filling his palm
and fingers with its fleshy softness. His sexy voice comes to me again. "I
love you, Warrior, every inch of you. I wouldn't have stayed away long because
I can't survive without you." Justin's hot lips press onto my soft
shoulder and kiss me gently. "We're together now, united, so let yourself
go. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Just as
before, the vibrations of his voice travel through me and tantalize my warrior,
but now it's mixed with the sweetness of the words that I desperately wanted to
hear. My orgasm is not exploding; it's not erupting, my orgasm is all there is
and I'm crying through it like he promised me I would. I am swept up in the
emotions; his sweet gentleness and raw aggression, the close connection and perversion,
the pleasure and pain.

Joyful
tears roll across my cheeks and fall onto the car seat while I hold on for dear
life, clawing at the seatback. Justin withdrawals his cock to its tip and I can
feel his legs and arms tighten and flex around me, holding and pulling me as he
rams his powerful hips forward.

"Oh
God! God! G—"

Suddenly,
it takes me. My cries become a single, incoherent wail and Justin is yelling
over my shoulder, cumming with me. My entire body is a blanketed in both his
physical and emotional love. My fist hammer-punches into the seat and my legs
wrap behind his to help keep him humping me through his climax.

Eventually
the world comes back to me. I'm gasping and grunting under Justin's godlike,
spent body. My secret parts are still convulsing on his slowly softening member
when I feel him softly kissing his way around my back.

When I
catch my breath, and Justin pulls himself out of me, I tell him, "Thank
you for making me cry."

He
climbs off me, still quivering, and replies, "It was my pleasure, and I
mean that." His laughter melts my heart.

After
he's back in the driver seat, I turn over and crawl back to the front. Instead
of sitting on my side, I climb into his lap. His arms slip around my naked
waist and I can feel his wet cock under my ass. My heart skips beats when I
look at him. I take his face gently into my hands, running my thumbs over his
mouth. "I missed you."

"I
know," he says softly.

"No,"
I interrupt him before he can say he misses me too. "I really mean it. I
missed you terribly. My heart is yours and I am always by your side. Remember
that tomorrow when you need me—it's going to be a hard day."

J
ustin and Garrett didn't talk as much
as I thought they would during the flight here. Finding out you have a brother
is huge; there's a lifetime to catch up on, but Justin hasn't asked Garrett a
damn thing about his mother, and Garrett is doing his best not to be curious
about how he is sitting in a private jet.

Stubborn
men!

I think
I get it, though. They haven't heard the story yet—they have no proof its real.