Twisted Bliss (Imperfection Perfection #2)

He stepped in between my legs once my shorts and panties were lying in a heap on the floor, and I couldn’t help but arch my hips into him. His fingers dropped down to my most sensitive part, and he began rubbing small, lazy circles that drove me crazy with a need that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I squeezed my eyes shut as he continued the torture with his fingers. His mouth moved to my neck, licking and sucking, then to my mouth once again, thrusting in and out to mime what his fingers were expertly doing to me.

I was so close, and then he pulled his hand away. I pried my eyes open to see him smirking at me, one hand adjusting the front of his shorts. Did he think we were going to…? Hello, Della? What do you think he dragged you in here for? “Justin, we can’t…I don’t want to—”

“I didn’t bring you in here to have sex, Della.” I blew out a breath and felt some tension release from my body. If only I could get rid of some of this other tension….

“When we do, and there’s no if’s about it, it’s not going to be in some damn janitor’s closet. It’s going to be in my bed, all night long, so I can have you every which way, like I’ve been dreaming about since the last time I had you. It will be something that you’ll never forget. I can promise you that.”

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was only building at his words. I felt like telling him to forget whatever fantasy he had painted in his head, to just fuck me because I needed him now, but I knew that I couldn’t do that.

Then he dropped down to his knees, parting my legs so his head was right in the center of them, and darted his tongue out, licking me from top to bottom. Over and over again. Oh. My. God. I moaned loudly, not caring that those two pervy boys were probably outside the door with their ears pressed against it. All I could think about was Justin’s tongue and the magic it possessed.

I continued to watch his head move in between my legs, and every once in a while he would look up at me, those eyes framed by thick lashes, filled with so much lust. I just wanted to push him down on the ground and have my way with him. His warm breath blew against me when he moved up to focus on my clit as he pushed one finger inside me, and then added another. The rhythm he created was too much. Between the sucking and the thrusting of his fingers, I couldn’t handle it any longer. My hips arched violently against him, my ass flying off the countertop, and I exploded as I called out his name, relaxing back onto the cold, hard surface as I came down from the high.

Justin slid up, kissing the side of my neck before wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and burying his head into the crook. I reached between our bodies, so I could return the favor, but he quickly pushed my hand aside. “No, Della. Trust me. I’m good. I just wanted to make you happy.” He kissed my forehead once. “You’re so beautiful.”

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, our bodies wrapped tightly around each other’s in silence, listening to the steady thrum of our heartbeats. The silence wasn’t awkward, it never was with Justin, and it was comforting, to say the least. I knew there were things we needed to talk about, but in that second, I didn’t feel the need. It was a perfect moment that I didn’t want to ruin, but of course, nothing’s ever perfect for long.

Justin’s phone made a noise from his pocket and he muttered something under his breath as he pulled back, leaning down to scoop up my long forgotten shorts and panties. I blushed as he handed them to me, and I slid them back on.

“So, I need to tell you something, Della.” He scratched the back of his neck as I stood up straight, trying to fix the mess that was my hair.

“What’s that? I mean, I already figured out that you followed me here.”

His lips curved up into a smile as he reached out to brush a piece of stray hair that I had missed while throwing my hair up. “Well, yeah, I did, but no, that’s not it.” His jaw tightened, and my stomach plummeted. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what he was about to say. “It’s just that….” He rubbed his jaw, and I squirmed in place, not wanting to hear whatever was about to come out of his mouth. Couldn’t anything in my life ever be easy? Well, no of course not, Della. Where would be the fun in that?

“I’m sort of seeing someone.”

And there it was, ladies and gentlemen, the bombshell I had been waiting for. Bam. Just like that, I was back to hating stupid Justin Parker once again.

“You have got to be freaking kidding me!” I hissed, stomping one foot so hard against the concrete floor that it caused my knee to buckle. Justin’s hand shot out, but I quickly knocked it away, and then curled my hand into a fist, slamming it into his flat stomach. Of course, it didn’t do anything, and I think the asshole actually had the nerve to smirk about me trying to do some kind of damage. He didn’t even groan from the impact.

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