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Justin stared at the text on his screen for a moment.
‘It’s September 27th’
A shaky breath released itself before he quickly looked around, instantly paranoid. Not a soul in sight. His guards were downstairs watching the game and Hailey was in London for a shoot. He didn’t recognize the number, but he didn't need too. No one else but her would send that. He wouldn’t admit to himself that part of him had been waiting on edge all day, and now it had amplified by ten. His mouth opened and closed a few times, heart rate picking up, and now his stomach was clenching into a fist of nerves.
A chime went off alerting to another message and his panic quickly jumped from his stomach to his throat. Delete it, no, block the number and then delete it, pretend it never happened. They had agreed. He is married now. For fuck’s sake his anniversary was 2 weeks ago. Days spent in Hailey’s arms, between her thin, toned thighs. But his heart was still beating 100 miles an hour, and images he swore to forget were flashing in his head, and Justin couldn’t stop himself from swiping the screen. God, please forgive him.
‘Scooter’s 11:00’
He tossed the phone with unnecessary force to the couch beside him and both hands found his hair like they always did when he was stressed. He paced for a moment, talking himself in and out of the situation. Screaming internally, begging his mind to just be strong. He couldn’t keep doing this shit. God had given him and his marriage another shot and he needed to honor that. But fuck, those big brown eyes, the curve of her back when she arched just right, the sound of his name as she chanted it out of those juicy lips, those supple tits filling his hands…
From the corner of his eye he saw the clock read 10:26 PM. It would take at least a half hour to get to his former manager's house.
“I’ll show up, tell her I can’t do this shit anymore and to never contact me again.” Justin whispered, almost believing himself as he picked up his phone and grabbed the key to his black G Wagon off the dresser, thinking it was the least conspicuous vehicle he owned and pulled on a brown hoodie. He’d definitely be taking the back exit this time. No one could see him. No one. Hailey could never, ever know about this. Add it to the laundry list of secrets.
“I’ll be back.” He said to his head of security, who knew better than to ask any questions. He’d been with Justin for many years, shit he probably even knew what today was.
Taking the freeway and a couple back streets to be sure no one was following him, he pulled up more on edge than he had been in a long time. Justin entered his own private code and the gates protecting the large mansion opened eerily slowly. It was like the Lord was giving him a chance to turn back. With white knuckles he kept the car in drive.
There was no other vehicle there, she’d must've been dropped off. He parked on the side of the house discreetly and turned off the ignition. His hands had a small shake to them as he ran them through his hair before giving up on how it looked and grabbing a cream beanie he had discarded in the backseat.
His former manager’s Lambo was nowhere to be seen, like he’d expected. Even now, after all the BS between them, Scooter still knew the drill well. It was September 27th. Thank God he had a lifelong NDA. Inside the house he took the elevator to the third floor and walked to the second guest suite, where they used to stay together sometimes. The door was already cracked and of course Ne-Yo was playing low inside, the nostalgia wasn’t lost on him. The slow tones of ‘Because of you’ lead him to push the door fully open and then there she was in the dim lighting. Like a dream. Sitting on the plush white couch with her tanned legs crossed. She wore a long sleeved, black mini dress. Her feet in squared, open, black heels accenting the French tip on her toes. Even sitting those bronzed legs looked endless. That long, deep chocolate hair was down in voluminous waves, covering her shoulders elegantly. But that tanned, smooth skin popped out everywhere, teasing his eyes. She was scrolling on her phone but looked up to meet his gaze when he came to stand but a few feet away from her. She gave him a soft, sincere smile. Gorgeous. He hadn’t been close enough to see the freckles at the top of her cheeks in so long. Even in the low light he could probably count them.
“You came, I wasn’t sure that you would.” She said, sounding unsure. His mouth felt dry, but knew he had to respond. The resolve to tell her that this shit was done forever was already fading just looking at her, he had to say it fast. She was so damn fine.
“I thought we talked about this, Selena. We agreed this was over, for good.” He made himself say the words, even if his hands twitched to feel her skin, to grip her hair, to pick her up by that round ass she was sitting on and slam her down on the couch. Said brunette nodded, staying quiet for a moment before standing up, smoothing down her dress and looking every bit of the woman she had become. ‘Regal’ was the word he’d read in People Magazine recently. The singer couldn’t agree with them more.
“You’re right. We did. So why was Scooter snooping around trying to see if I was going to be in the city today? Why did I hear you got drunk and demanded he get my number?” She slowly approached him, her hands moving to pull on his hoodie strings. Justin was immediately engulfed in her scent, the expensive perfume he loved. The same one he used to buy her every year for Christmas. It swirled around his head, floral notes making his mind fuzzy. Of course she would still wear it. The girl had always known what would drive him crazy.
“Why did you want to speak to me so bad then Jus?” She repeats, licking her pouty bottom lip.
Getting back to reality, he remembers the night she’s referring too. They’d been on vacation in Turks a month ago, Hailey was being an asshole because she went after Selena online and the internet and tabloids were ripping her apart. Just like he told her they would, but she hadn’t listened to him and acted petty as fuck. He was so mad at her for trying to take a cheap shot and for making herself look so stupid and jealous. Hailey slammed the door and took off when he’d told her just that, leaving him to drink a whole bottle of priceless tequila alone. Shiny brown hair and supple pink lips ended up on his mind like they often did when he was in this state. He barely remembered calling his old manager and crying like a bitch demanding he find a way to contact Selena for him. Scooter never gave him a number and he woke up feeling like a piece of shit. He didn’t realize his moment of weakness had even gotten back to her. He figured Scoot had just ignored his drunken bullshit. Guess not.
“I just-just wanted to talk to you I guess. So much shit was going on.” He sighs, not sure what to say. She only nods, sending another wave of the hypnotizing aroma his way. Inhaling her was so familiar, like coming home after being on tour for months. Like late nights fighting then fucking, then fighting again. Like sneaking bike rides in the city then ending up on a private beach playing in the ocean, the sand, each other. When he doesn’t respond, she keeps going, her hands letting go of the strings to lay on his chest. He knows she must feel how crazy fast his heart is beating.
“Look Justin, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do. I don’t want to feel this craving for you after every shitty thing you’ve done. I don’t want to admit no one has ever made me feel like you do. I don’t want to think that our bodies were designed to connect even after tearing each other apart, but unfortunately as much as we try to fight it, you are my twin flame and we both know it.” She says the last part very low, but he hears it all the same. He can see a red tint to her cheeks, hear how hard it is for her to say this, sees her thick, pink bottom lip tuck between her teeth. She’s just as nervous as he is.
“I wish it was her.” He replies, feeling almost like he might tear up. Because he did, he did wish Hailey made him feel this way. That he could sense her presence in any room, that touching her or being touched by her was an addiction he couldn’t kick. That he didn’t even need porn, but could fuck into his hand just thinking of her body. That she was so tight around him, could always take every inch, like she was made for him. But also that she knew him better than he knew himself. Had been there like no one else when he was so fucked up and gone. She had always pulled him back. Could always make it okay, steady him. He could never forget that. The idea of never feeling that way about his own wife makes him die a little inside. God, please forgive him.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers, her breath smells like winter mint. She loves Tic Tacs, he remembers fondly. Suddenly her lips are on his and any willpower he has left is gone. Justin's hands pull her tight to him, her curves making him ache, blood already making its way south as he explores the open back of her dress. The skin he finds there is so smooth but nowhere near enough. Selena's own arms are wrapped around his neck keeping him tight against her, her tongue is licking at him and he joins it with his own as she moans, nipping at him playfully. Her tits feel so good pressed against him, he barely notices when she rips his beanie off and grips her hands into his hair.
They shift towards the couch and she makes quick work of turning them around to push him onto it. Without skipping a beat she straddles his lap. Justin’s pleased when her dress hikes up around her waist and he sees she’s decided to skip panties today. His palms immediately knead her bare ass and can’t help but to push up, grinding his now full erection into her bare pussy.
“Fuck.” She moans at the friction and he knows his pants will have a wet spot on them, she was always soaked for him. No matter what. Her hands start yanking at his hoodie and he lifts his arms to allow her to take it, then the white t-shirt off his body. She takes a second to stare at his tattooed chest in admiration, but he breaks her eye contact when he’s tugging her dress over her head. Her hair’s a little wild but he loves how it goes around and between her big, bouncy tits. He can’t stop himself from palming them greedily and leaning in to suck one of them like his life depended on it. It had been so long since he'd held big breasts and hers were fucking perfect. She’d filled out more since their last encounter and he was loving every bit of it.
Selena’s hands are back in his hair as she moans, grinding into his lap as he attacks her chest.
“Fuck daddy, I can’t wait any longer.” She’s reaching between them, trying to paw at his zipper, he pulls away from her other nipple with a ‘pop’ and she quickly unbuttons his pants and unzips. He hadn’t been called ‘daddy’ in a long time, and the way her sinful lips said it, was like pure sin. He remembers having to beg her to say it when he was younger, now she said it so effortlessly it drove him mad. Her hands gripped him under his pants before eagerly pulling his dick out. The simple touch feels so good he knows he must be leaking. He doesn’t even consider a condom, knowing she wouldn’t let him even if he wanted to, and before he knows it she’s up on her knees and placing him at her tight entrance. His hands grip onto her ass as she lowers herself slowly. Justin seethes as her hot wetness slowly envelops him. She was always so fucking tight. So perfect for him.
“Shit Lena, that pussy is so good.” He groans as she forces him in more, her drenched sex making it easier. Justin couldn’t remember the last time it had felt this good to just enter someone. Well he did, and it was two years ago to the day. Selena leaned back, her hands on his knees as she finally bottomed out, moaning low in her throat as she adjusted to his length. He stayed still for a second to let her get comfortable, biting his lip to relieve any kind of pressure. Fuck, he just wanted to pound into her until they both passed out.
Then like the angel she was, she started moving up and down. Her rhythm was slow but steady as she took him over and over. He could only handle it for so long though, thrusting up into her heat fast, making her scream in surprise but she immediately pushed off his knees and gripped his shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her head went back with a loud groan as she rode him just how he liked. Justin took in the sight of round, bouncing tits, her pussy enveloping him over and over, her neck exposed, her curvy body bare except for the black heels. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help but jerk forward and bite at her neck. No resistance came as he suckled and nipped at her delicious skin, leaving an angry red mark behind. The view drove him crazy and he grabbed her by the waist and moved her off him and onto the couch beside him. She immediately got into position, face down ass all the way up. Fuck she knew him so well. Justin kicked off his shoes and pants before stroking his cock looking at her drenched pussy lips, savoring the view. He wished he could record it.
“Please Jus, I need you.” She whined, looking over her shoulder at him. He nodded, lining himself up before pushing all the way in fast. They both gasped as he wasted no time, gripping her thick hips and pounding into her. The noises they both made were shameful as his balls slapped against her pussy, his hand reaching around her hips to rub her clit with urgency. Selena screamed into the couch and shocked the fuck out of him, cumming quickly around his cock, squeezing him so tight he had to force himself back in. She never usually came so quickly.
“Fuck, you’ve been pent up baby.” He groaned, teeth gritted, holding his own release back.
“I missed you.” She retorts, voice cracking as he fucks her through it. The urge to fill her up was almost too much but he had to resist, savor it. It couldn’t be over this quickly.
Justin slowed down, moving to put her knees down and melted against her back as he pushed slowly into her now. Shit, she felt unbelievable. He could really feel her tight heat at this slower pace. Maybe this wasn’t going to keep him from nutting.
“Damn baby.” He moaned, pushing all the way into her and staying for a second before pulling out. He let just the tip in, sliding it in and out of her hot hole. Selena whined at his teasing, causing him to chuckle before giving in and pushing back in. He grabbed below her one knee and lifted it to her side, opening her up even more. She swore loudly as he slid against just the right spot.
“So good daddy.” She purred, her nails digging into the couch. He kissed across her shoulders and licked the shell of her ear, trying to memorize the taste.
“I need...” She whined again, body starting to almost shake in pleasure.
“What? What do you need baby girl? Tell me.” He said into her ear, grinding against her tantalizingly slow.
“I need to cum J, please.” She pleaded, clenching around him again. His eyes squinted hard as he held himself together.
“Always such a good girl, you know I’ll give you what you need.” He whispered huskily, pulling away to roll her onto her stomach. She eagerly allowed him back between her thighs and spread wide open. Her pretty pussy glistened with her last orgasm. He couldn’t resist moving backwards and slipping his arms under her legs, pulling her heat right against his face. She purred as he licked one long strip, before dipping his tongue into her warmth. He licked eagerly, groaning at the familiar taste he’d missed so much. He couldn’t get enough, fucking his tongue in and out before moving up to suck relentlessly on her swollen clit.
“That feels so good.” Her fingers laced into his hair, holding him there.
“You taste like sin.” He mumbled against her lips, devouring her like a man dying of hunger. When was the last time he did this because he genuinely wanted to and not just out of obligation?
“Please baby, I need that dick.” Selena yanked at his hair, trying to pull him up. He knew she loved to cum around his cock, she’d told him many times before. Who was he to deny her? Justin sat up, her legs curling around him instantly, pulling him into her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He mumbled, eyes feasting on her naked, sweaty body as he grabbed his throbbing erection and happily pushed back in. She hummed, one hand going to squeeze at her right nipple. Justin loved watching her, leaning down to suckle on the left. Her body was quivering again and he knew she was close. He sped up his thrusts, moving one hand between them, the other holding him above her, as he swirled two fingers against her aching clit. Seconds later she clamped down around him, arching her back, nails digging into his skin, thighs clenching as she came a second time, her pussy milking him till he couldn’t hold off anymore. They both came with each other's names on their lips. Justin fucked her hard through their releases, mind fuzzy as he succumbed to his own pleasure and filled her to the brim.
He couldn’t believe it, he had never actually came at the same time as anyone else before, but of course it would be her. It was always her.
After the longest nut he could remember, being massaged by her walls through the whole thing, Justin collapsed on top of her supple body. His release had drained him like nothing had in a long time. Selena matched his haphazard breathing as they both came down. He kept his eyes shut, face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in.
His earlier thoughts were trying to creep back into his mind. The want, the guilt, and the real world he’d forgotten in the haze of her. It was always like this, like nothing else mattered when they were together, until they both came back to their senses. This right here, this was why they had tried and failed so many times to make it work. The way their bodies understood and constantly melted together made it impossible to really let go, but they knew who they were. They knew it never worked. They had proven time and time again that it wasn’t in the cards for them. He had swore when he meant Hailey and decided quickly to marry her that he would be done for good. He would be a faithful, loving, God fearing husband. It had been going well, they blocked numbers, ignored each other at events, and he didn’t say shit about the different guys he’d heard she was dating. Even if it fucking enraged him to think of anyone else making her eyes roll back.
Then September 27th came around again. The anniversary of their first kiss over ten years ago. They had always found a way to see each other that day, even if they had someone else. To lose themselves in each other for one night and then act like nothing had changed the next. He had resisted the first year he’d been married, ignoring the ache in his chest when he didn’t get a text from her. She was livid with him then. Livid he had run off and married a girl he barely knew four months after their final break up.
And then the second year came around and he had broken down and called her from his head of security’s phone. She had been on her knees taking his cock in her mouth in under an hour before he fucked her into his shower wall. The third year Hailey had been so great and he really thought he was in love with her. That didn’t stop him from racing to the hotel she was at, and making Selena scream his name as he ate her out like a man starving before fucking her over and over til they both couldn’t handle it anymore.
The fourth year he had sworn to himself and to God that he was done. He purposely took Hailey to a chateau in Paris so he wouldn’t be tempted. She’d still texted. He waited till Hailey was fast asleep before calling her from inside his car, listening to her scream at him and cry before somehow he’d ended up fucking his hand while her own were buried deep in her pussy. He came on his phone with her beautiful moans coaxing him and her bare chest heaving with her own orgasm on Facetime. They’d agreed to stop that night. Agreed to let each other be happy. The next year he resisted and so did she. He was so proud of himself, and then one year later, here he was. Still buried inside her, their mixed cum coating his dick.
Her fingers ran through his hair, and his arms instantly encircled her, keeping her right against his chest. He was such a piece of shit. Such a lowly sinner. Such a terrible husband.
“I can practically feel you thinking. I know you’re beating yourself up but just stop. I’ve been thinking a lot about it this past year. We both believe in fate. I wish I could say I was fated to be with you, but we both know that’s not true. But I do think we’re fated to have this connection. This like chemistry our bodies have. God, I know it sounds stupid…”
“It’s not stupid. It’s true… I wish it wasn’t sometimes. Wish I could be the husband my wife deserves, but I think you’re right. I think it’s like our spirits are connected somehow.” He says into her skin. She chuckles a little, always laughing at his ‘hippy ways’.
“Funny how you’re not laughing at our spiritual connection when my balls are smacking your ass.” He jokes, laughing only heightening when she tries to smack him.
“Shut the fuck up Bieber.” Selena grins. He sits up on his elbow now, looking down at her. Her chocolate eyes meet his and they just stare for a second before he bends down. The sweet kiss quickly turns feverish like they’re two teenagers again.