BEFORE

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Justin laughs against my mouth while he hikes my leg farther up his waist. "When you popped open the button of my jeans, I knew for sure you wanted it, but thanks for the verbal confirmation, baby."

I bristle at the pet name. I am not Justin's baby. I'm not Justin's anything. I just so happen to be the girl he's fucking on the edge of the bathroom counter.

Justin must be more attuned to emotions than anyone gives him credit for because he leans back to get a look at my face. "Stop overthinking it, Lia." He trails a hand down our bodies to stimulate my clit, drawing out a moan from my lips, while he continues driving in and out of me. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" I gasp out my answer, causing Justin to grin widely.

"That's all you think about, okay, gorgeous? I make you feel good. Don't worry about anything else. Just feel good with me."

Well fuck, with the way he's touching me, I don't think I have a choice. I bite down on my lip and give him a quick nod.

"Daay-ummn, you're sexy." He brings his hand up to cup my cheek, drawing me in to kiss him. Our tongues tangle together, and I hum with satisfaction when I feel his piercing moving along my tongue.

Vik had made fun of him when he first got it done, and I had laughed along with him, but I wasn't laughing now. It may have been one of the better decisions Justin's ever made.

"It's been a hell of a week keeping myself away from you, but fuck, I tried. But I'm done trying, Lia. You and me, we're good together. You get that now, don't you?"

"Yes!"

There's no use denying it. Justin had already shut down my measly attempt outside the bathroom, though I hadn't put up much of a fight. The minute he walked me into the bathroom and shut the door behind us, I had been all over him. In record time our clothes were on the floor.

Justin crouched down to retrieve a condom from his jeans pocket. He gripped my chin with one hand and slammed his mouth against mine while he rolled it on with his other. Then he was walking me back again, and lifting me onto the bathroom counter to push inside of me. Thank fuck he's smart enough to think about protection because a condom had been the last thing on my mind.

I catch him looking over my shoulder at the mirror behind me. The arrogant fucker winks at his reflection with his ever-present shit-eating grin then brings his gaze back to me.

"What?" he asks with a playful smirk when I roll my eyes.

"You're just so proud of yourself, aren't you?"

He nods, still smiling from ear to ear. "I'm fucking a goddess. Damn right, I am."

"You expect your smooth words to work on every woman?"

"Worked on you, right?"

I shake my head and drag my nails over his shoulders and down his toned back, then lean back with my hands on the counter to look down his body. "This is what worked on me. You're fucking hot, Just."

"Ahh, Lia-babe, you're gonna make me blush." He laughs and then leans forward, taking my hands and pulling them off the counter to bring them around his neck. "You know it's not just talk with you though, right?" His lips brush against my ear with his question. "No bitch has ever come close to you. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."

"Just... I don't..." How do I say this while his fucking cock is inside of me?

"Ah, don't say it, Lia. I know what this is. I know what I am. I'm not asking you for anything but to feel good with me, okay?"

My hands move from around his neck to grab his face. "You're amazing, Just," I tell him while locking eyes with him. "You're right. You and me, we're really good together. Maybe we should do this more often?"

He's nodding his head before I finish the sentence. "Yes! Fucking yes, Lia! Any time you want me, I'm yours. Any time you wanna come, you tell me, I'll make it happen."

I press my lips to his in a quick kiss, then trail kisses along his jaw to his ear. "I want to come now, Justin."

"Fuuuck," he moans out the word, then turns his head to catch my mouth in a searing kiss. "Say no more, gorgeous, I got you." He hikes my leg up along his waist again and uses his other hand to pull back on my hair, angling my body in a way that has him rocking deeper inside of me. "You're going to come all over my cock in two minutes. Then I'm going to drop to my knees and lick up every last drop from you until you're coming against my tongue."

I know my face must light up at his words because he grins and runs that delicious tongue of his up my throat. "You fucking love this barbell, don't you, baby?"

"I do," I gasp out.

"I'm going to get my fucking cock pierced for you next, Lia. Can't wait to see your face when that barbell is moving deep inside you."

"Fuck! Justin!"

It turns out he didn't need the full two minutes to make me come.

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"What the fuck happened to your shirt anyway?" Justin asks while fastening his jeans.

I frown at the beer-soaked shirt in my hands, not looking forward to putting it back on. "Fucking Polly spilled her beer on me. I was going to go change before you trapped me in here."

"Trapped, eh? Is that what we're calling it? Sounds kinky."

I laugh and hold the shirt up to survey the damage, trying to figure out how to slip it over my head without having the stale beer-infused material drag over my face.

"Here." Justin pulls my shirt from my hands and tosses it into the shower. "You can wear mine."

I eye the army green t-shirt he's holding toward me, and watch as his face falls.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess that would make it a little too obvious that we just fucked, huh?" He laughs awkwardly.

"Just-"

"No, no. I get it. You don't want everyone razzing you for sleeping with the manwhore. It's cool. No one has to know." He smiles at me, attempting to show me just how "cool" it is. "Where do you keep your shirts? I'll go to your room and get one for..."

He drifts off when I yank the shirt from his hands and pull it over my head.

"Nah, it's fine," I say once I've put my arms through the sleeves. I step toward him and lay a hand on his chest, then run it down his sternum. "Besides, I wouldn't mind keeping you shirtless for the rest of the night. You're nice to look at."

Justin lays a hand over top of mine and searches my eyes. "Lia, you know they're going to flip. Are you sure you want them to know?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Adam already knows, and he's already flipped. We might as well rub it in at this point."

Justin laughs wickedly and moves his arms around me to lift me off the ground. "Before the night's over, I plan to be between your legs again, just so you know."

My arms wrap around his neck while he carries me out of the bathroom. "I like the sound of that plan."

"Honestly, Lia, if my cock wasn't so spent, I'd take you again right now," he murmurs to me while he carries me down the hallway, back into the heart of the party.

He finds a free spot on one of the couches to put me down and brushes his lips against my cheek. "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, I'm okay. I think I'm already pretty drunk. After all, look who I just had sex with."

He throws his head back with a laugh and then sits down next to me. "In that case, I'm going to kiss you before you sober up."

Despite his words, he pauses, waiting for me to change my mind about letting everyone know that we're fucking around.

I close the distance between us, nearly climbing into his lap to get closer to him while we kiss. I almost forget about everybody else at the party, until a shrill voice pierces through the room.

"What the fuck, Justin?! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?!"

Justin pulls away from my kiss and looks across the room at a very pissed off Bébé, storming toward us from the hallway. "Ohhh yeah," he draws the words out, "I knew I was forgetting about something."

I make a move to get off of him, but he places a hand on my thigh like he wants me to stay. I glance at him, then at Bébé, then back at him.

Justin can't keep the grin off his face, though it looks like he might be trying to. "Sorry, Susan, I got a little, uh, caught up."

Susan?! That's her real name? I start to laugh, while Susan's face turns red with rage.

"I'm Bébé to you, Justin! And really, you're fucking that titless bitch now?"

Ouch, that's a sore spot. I've always felt cheated in the boob department. My laughter stops while my own rage begins to build.

Justin's grin disappears when he notices the look on my face. "Wrong. You're nothing to me but a pair of fake tits I used to come on. Get the fuck out of here, Susan."

"Really, Justin? Are you that obsessed with Jonesy that you have to latch on to his nasty slut now that he's left? You're pathetic!"

Justin moves me from his lap and gets onto his feet, his body tense with anger. "Get the fuck out of here, Susan! I fucking mean it!"

A few people are staring at us now as Justin stalks toward her. I should probably attempt to calm him down, but the last comment from Bébé has left me immobile.

Is that why Justin wants me? Is that why I want him? Is it just some sick need we have to somehow feel close to Cal?

"Leave it alone, Justin." Vik's voice mixes into the chaos. "What do you plan on doing here? She's Polly's cousin. Adam's going to bash your face in if you touch her."

Adam and Polly appear on the scene. Polly stands beside her bitch of a cousin and rubs her back. Adam stands between the girls and Justin, crossing his arms over his chest. His irritated gaze moves right past Justin to look at me. "You just can't help yourself," he scorns, repeating some of the words he said earlier tonight when he first realized I had slept with Justin.

"Lay off, Adam! Quit talking to her like she's not allowed to make her own decisions! And really, you're going to defend that bitch now? You've been making digs at her for years, but now that you're getting your dick sucked by her cousin, you're going to side with her? Get fucked!"

Oh no. I think I broke Justin.

Justin does not get defensive and rarely gets angry. He'll pick fights to get people going, but he's never the one losing his shit, especially not with Adam.

I manage to force myself off the couch and move toward him. When my hand rests against his back, he tenses and spins around to look at me, but he relaxes when he sees that it's just me.

"On second thought, I could use another drink." I gesture toward the kitchen. "Come with me?"

He nods his head and puts an arm around my shoulders, quickly reverting to the carefree Justin we're used to. "Sure thing, Lia-babes."

He guides me through the crowd, seemingly calmer with every step further away from fake-tit Susan. By the time we get into the kitchen, he's laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"She was in my room, waiting for me to come fuck her, and I forgot all about her!"

I burst into laughter too, and Justin guides me with his arm to turn my body so that I'm standing in front of him.

"You see how much I meant it when I told you no other bitch comes close to you? And here you are, letting her comment about your tits get to you. Stop doing that, Lia. You're a fucking goddess. All the plastic in the world couldn't make a woman as gorgeous as you."

"You've already fucked me, Just, you can stop with the words of flattery."

He pulls me in to kiss me, then moves his lips to my ear. "They're not just words with you, Lia. They've never been just words."

My eye catches Adam's across the room, and I feel my stomach drop.

Fuck. I really did break Justin. But I guess Adam was right...

I just couldn't help myself.

Authors Note: I did Justin dirty at the end of the last "Before" chapter (Chapter 15), and at this point you may have no idea what to think of him... But I'm curious!

Yea, or Naye for Team Justin?