Page 64 of Justyce
Ignoring his dig, I tilt my head back and look up at the full moon in the coruscating, starry night sky. It takes me back to when I was younger − the times I’d climb on the top of my old childhood roof and escape the bullshit my mother brought home.
Melancholy bleeds through my pours, threatening to fulminate my every essence. I push back and cap the fuck out of that emotion. I will not fall apart in front of Justyce. I will not allow him to witness my downfall,my weakness.
The wind kisses my skin, along with the tear I hadn’t realized trickled down my cheek. Suddenly, my face is pulled to the right.
His fierce graphite colored eyes slice open my very soul and my breathing turns choppy. His thumb and index finger hold my chin and electricity thrums through our connection as he searches my face. For what, I’m not sure.
“Where did you just go?” he asks, concern lacing his words.
No, he doesn’t get to do this to me after being such a fucking inconsiderate pig. Justyce expects me to give him my all, yet he can’t give me an ounce of his truth. Ripping out of his grip, I start to stand so I can storm off and get the fuck away from him.
Unfortunately, I don’t get far.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he snaps.
My eyebrows pull together and a pain shoots through my temples. “Away the fuck from you,” I hiss, venom dripping from every syllable.How quickly the tables turn.
I don’t even see his hand dart out before it’s wrapped around my long dark hair and I’m wincing from the pain.
“What the fuck, Just…” my words die in my mouth as I take in his appearance.
His eyes are pleading with me, beseeching for something I’m uncertain of. The air feels like it’s trapped in my lungs and I can’t breathe.
Apprehension and confusion mar my thoughts and I squint and attempt to make sense of what the fuck is happening between us.
I feel like a damn lighthouse after a ship crashes against the rocks when the realization sinking down to my marrow. Justyce is… sad. His shoulders are leaden with the world laying heavily upon them, but what surprises me the most is the loneliness swimming in those stormy orbs
Don’t ask me how I saw all that from a look in his eyes, but I felt it as sure as I feel the air crepitating around us. My mind leans toward him while my head wars with me, urging me to flee the scene before the quicksand sucks me down below the surface − beforehesucks me in and I can’t deny my feelings anymore.
The thought of sprinting away from him enters my mind, but where would I run? After all, I am a debt to be repaid, and if I’m being honest, there’s a part deep inside of me wishing I could stay and be more than what I am to him presently? That’ll never happen though, plus I promised myself an exit plan. Thoughts swirl around inside my head while my tummy twists from peering into his dark eyes. And that’s when the penny drops, heftily slamming to the ground, tilting my world on its axis. This is my out. This is how I can find my way out of my Rapunzel tower and away from the evil prince of Tartarus.
Deception seeps deep, the duplicity wrangling within at what I’m thinking of doing.Am I really going to do this? Hell yes I am. This is the only way it needs to be, and I really don’t understand why this wave of deceit is rocking my core. Opening my hands, the sheet falls from my body and I place my palm on Justyce’s hard angled, stubbled jaw.
I force my eyes to stay on his and not trace every single inked part of his flesh, to not attempt to figure out what the tattoo on his chest resembles.
Justyce’s leans into my touch, his hand still in my hair as his eyes shutter close. I swear I hear my heart fracture inside my chest cavity. He’s so damn pliable right now, so vulnerable. What happened to him after everything we did? My legs clench involuntarily at the thought and I feel the after effects of two men being inside of me once more.
Heat rushes over my body and I push the impeding images from my mind before my libido takes over.
Justyce’s eyes are still closed as his other hand makes an appearance and rubs small circles on my thigh where the sheet has fallen away.
I take the moment to admire him. In all the years I’ve known Justyce, I’ve never known him to be unguarded or allow anyone to witness him anything but stoic. He looks defeated.But why?
Emotions well in my throat but I force the choked feeling back and carefully ask, “Are you ok, baby?” The last word wasn’t meant to be vocalized, but it’s too late to be taken back now.
Slowly, Justyce peels open his lids and brings his lips toward mine. I’m rooted to the spot, unmoving until his lips slant against mine. At first the kiss is tentative, uncertain, but when I open up to allow him access, it’s like all bets are off the table.
My hands thread through his messy dirty blonde hair, pulling him closer to me. Justyce growls, somehow deepening the kiss further as his hand that was on my thigh moves up to toy with my pussy lips.
Gasping, my eyes fly wide to see him watching me as he owns my mouth. Gone is the defeat and vulnerability, in its place is ferocious and savage need.
Justyce plies my pussy lips apart and dips his finger inside of me, thrusting them in and out. I moan into the kiss and I can hear how turned on I am by the wet sounds echoing around us.
His eyes look otherworldly, like they’ve taken on a bestial nature, and it only serves to arc me on. I fumble out of the grip his hand has in my hair and he allows it, releasing me. I pull away from the kiss and make quick fingers to undo his jeans.
I smirk up at him, finding they are already unbuttoned and he’s wearing no underwear. Palming his heavy cock, I stroke his length with vigor, watching as his pupils become dilated by my touch.
Heat courses through my body and I don’t remember ever feeling this volcanic, because that’s how I feel, like I’m ready to fucking erupt all over Dana Point.
