Chapter 9 Justice
JUSTICE
Song: Stand by Me by Ben E. King
You either let me drive you home or you’re getting fucked on the dance floor
Swing dancing required concentration and a connection with your partner. It wasn’t as structured as I expected, it was all about feeling the movement together and allowing for give and take.
It reminded me of sex, where every little movement indicated where your partner wanted you to shift and touch.
It took three songs before we found our groove. For a guy who didn’t dance that much, I had to admit this shit was fun.
Or perhaps it was fun because Hope loved it so much, laughing at every misstep and delighting in every successful spin and twirl.
“And now,” the MC called, “one for our couples before we take a break.”
The tone changed and the classic Ben E. King song Stand by Me began to play through the speakers.
Hope stepped into me, taking my hand. In unison we moved, our bodies pressing together, our feet in perfect step as I led her around the dance floor. Our gazes locked as the lyrics took on new meaning.
I slowly spun her out then drew her back in, her back to my front. With a small kiss to her shoulder, I kept her tucked there, holding her close as we swayed for a beat longer than required.
I spun her out again, and when she twirled into my arms, her head tilted up, ready for the kiss I grazed upon her lips before guiding her away from me once more.
And so it became a game, each twirl a challenge for my mouth to taste her skin, each movement leading to another chance.
I could have dismissed the significance of what was growing between us. I could have laughed it off and easily lightened the mood with a joke or intentional misstep.
But I wanted this for her. I wanted to give her this memory. I wanted to give her a taste of the beauty she gave me.
I pulled her into me, bringing her arms around my neck and gently gliding my own down her body to cup her hips. As the song wrapped, we swayed, our foreheads pressed together.
The couples around us broke apart, applauding the musicians, but I held her in place, determined to keep her in my arms.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Tonight has been incredible.”
I slid my head down to nibble on her earlobe. “I’m telling you now, baby girl, you either let me drive you home right now or you’re getting fucked on the dance floor.”
She stiffened in surprise then tentatively pressed her hips against my abdomen, sucking in a swift breath at the feel of my arousal.
“Mm,” I hummed against her ear. “See what you do to me, darlin’?”
“You don’t think I need rose petals?” she asked, her voice unsteady.
I chuckled. “Baby, who says we can’t match rose petals with hot and dirty? I’ve read your books; I know what you want.”
“Justice…”
“Home or here, baby girl. Your choice.”
“Home.”
I grinned, knowing she’d cave easily.
“Good girl.” I spun her out and then back, tucking her under my arm and against my side. “Let’s go.
With my hand on her leg, I drove us home, teasing the sensitive skin of her thigh the entire ride.
The way she squirmed as I worked slow circles up and down her skin left me hot and wanting. My cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans, agonizingly hard.
I parked the car and moved, cupping her head to bring her mouth to mine, luxuriating in her kiss.
Her sighs and pants became my favorite symphony, and I committed each one to memory, savoring the trust she placed in me.
Her hands came to my jeans and fumbled with the button.
Chuckling, I rocked back, halting her. “Let’s go inside before we do any of that,” I said, mindful of my security detail that had followed us back to her place. They’d be discreet, but still, I didn’t want an audience for this next part.
Quiet as mice on Christmas Eve, we snuck through the silent house and up to her room.
“Wait,” Hope hesitated. “Do you have a condom?”
“Always.” I pulled the packets from my back pocket. “I wouldn’t risk your safety.”
In response, she turned her back to me. “Unzip me?”
My mouth watered with the need to kiss all her gorgeous skin. “Come here.”
I took my time pulling the small tab down her back, inching it down with excruciating patience. Each millimeter revealed another part of her that I needed to taste, to kiss, to caress.
Slipping off the dress, I turned her slowly then stepped away to admire her in the soft glow of the lamp beside her bed.
Her curves were abundant and perfectly formed. Each inch of her had been made for pleasure.
“Relax,” I whispered, stroking a hand up her side as I guided her toward the bed. “The next bit will be fun.”
She chuckled. “I’m not nervous, I’m anxious. I want this to be perfect.”
“It already is.” I followed her down onto the bed, laying my body over hers. “You already are.”
My fingers tangled in the soft strands of her hair as I gently applied pressure, bringing her lips to meet mine.
I seduced her in fractions, starting with her mouth. The kisses started light and slow and gentle. But with each kiss I changed the angle, the length, the pressure until the kiss had no start or end.
With slow, deliberate movements I ran my hands over the curves of her body, gently removing her bra.
So much about Hope remained the same—her sass, her blue eyes, her romanticism. And yet so much had changed. Gone was the girl who’d watched me with sad eyes, and in her place lay a woman full of secrets and dark desires.
“Justice.”
I moved down her body, licking and sucking, memorizing every tremor and tremble, each shudder and shake.
“Good girl,” I murmured as I tongued her nipple. “Let me hear you.”
Her hands flexed on my shoulders, but she stopped suppressing her moans, unleashing her tight control.
A near-maddening desperation began to grip me, my hands clumsy as I cupped her breasts, tasting the sweet salt of her skin, relishing her panting praise.
“That’s so good,” she whimpered, squirming under my tongue. “I didn’t know it could be this good.”
I sucked, nipped and soothed, glorying in her unbridled reactions.
My hands glided down her body to hook in the band of her underwear. “Lift up.”
Bracing herself against the bed, I easily slid the soaked material down her legs.
“So wet for me, darlin’,” I drawled, fisting the scrap of cotton. “You’re such a good girl.”
She purred, stretching her arms over her head and spreading her legs without prompting.
God she’s perfect.
My control shattered, desire setting my body alight. I tossed her underwear over my shoulder and slid my hands up her legs to grip her thighs as I leaned in, pausing only to commit this view to memory.
“Justice, please don’t. I want to—oh fuck!”
My tongue swirled, licking at her labia, catching each drop of her desire. My hands trailed up her inner thighs, holding her in place, glorying in the rocking motion of her thighs and hips.
“Good girl,” I murmured against her core, sliding one hand up to tease her clit. “You taste so good, baby.”
Her breathy groan ricocheted straight to my dick, my head dipping to suck her clit.
“Justice!” Her gasp had me doubling down, determined to push her to the very edge.
Her hand snaked down to fist my hair, positioning my mouth where she wanted me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her desperate enthusiasm.
In a blaze of heat, Hope came, her release flooding my face.
“Wow,” she whispered, blinking up at the cracked ceiling. “I mean… wow.”
“Mm,” I agreed, standing to remove my jeans. “You ready for this now?”
Her gaze dropped to my cock, and she licked her lips. “Oh, yeah.”
Chuckling, I reached down to fist my cock, giving her time to enjoy the view.
“You’re gorgeous,” she whispered. “It’s not fair.”
I shook my head. “No, baby. You’re the gorgeous one. This?” I stroked my cock. “This tells you exactly how fucking gorgeous I find you.”
“Oh, God,” she breathed, one of her hands sliding down to cup her pussy. “I want you.”
I raised an eyebrow, staring meaningfully at her hand. “I can see.”
“Justice.” She shook her head. “I don’t know how to ask for what I want.”
“Just ask. I’m here to serve, baby.”
She swallowed. “I want to taste you.”
Fuck.
I fisted my cock once more, squeezing my dick and stroking until a drop of precum pooled on the tip. Shifting closer to the bed, I leaned in, daring her to try and taste.
“Suck me, baby girl.”
She crawled across the bed like a graceful cat until her mouth was positioned perfectly in line with my dick. Shifting until she could brace her hands on my thighs, I guided my cock to her lips, painting my precum over them.
“Fuck you’re a hot piece, baby.”
She purred, arching her breasts into my thighs.
“Play with me,” I ordered. “This is your time to explore, darlin’. Be my wild girl.”
She brushed my hand away, and took my cock gently, at first fisting me awkwardly before she worked out what felt good.
“Do you like anything in particular?” Hope asked, exploring the length of my dick.
I tangled my hands in her hair, my breathing rough as she began to stroke me. “Everything. Whatever the fuck you want to do, I’m gonna love.”
She hesitated. “What if I get it wrong?”
“Avoid teeth and nails and we’ll be fine to begin.”
She nodded. “I’ll try.”
“And if we don’t succeed, we’ll just keep trying until we get it right.”
Hope chuckled. “You’re saying I need blow job lessons?”
I chuckled. “Pretty sure if you were to just breathe on my cock right now, I’d die a happy man.”
She glanced up, grinning. “Guess we’ll see then.”
She started with light kisses along my length, then graduated to long strokes with her tongue before finally bringing me to her mouth and taking me in, one deliciously hot inch at a time.
“Fuck,” I swore. “Fucking hell that’s good. Keep going baby, take me. That’s it, fuck my cock with your mouth.”
Her eyelids fluttered and one of her hands dropped to between her legs to rub her clit.
Oh fuck no.
“Enough.” I pulled back, sliding my cock from her mouth with a small pop.
“But,” she whimpered, reaching for me. “I was just—“
“Trying to make me come when it’s time for me to be buried inside you.”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.
“Now?”
I nodded.
She shuffled up the bed, settling in the middle to lie back and spread her legs for me.
Reaching for one of the condom packets, I tore it open with my teeth and withdrew the rubber, rolling it on.
Easing over her, I ran a gentle hand down her body.
“Ready?”
She nodded, and I couldn’t help the filthy praise that spilled out of my mouth as I reached between us to build her back up.
My fingertips tangled in her damp curls before grazing her labia.
Hope panted, nipping at my lips. “Now, please. Stop teasing, I’m ready. I promise.”
I chuckled darkly. “Are you just?”
I guided my cock along her labia. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her hips shifting restlessly under me. “Please, Justice. Please, please, please.”
Her begging broke my control. Dragging my cock down, I pressed myself against her, working myself into her with gently rocking motions, easing deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I swore, sweating with the need to go slow when all I wanted to do was bed myself deep in her forever.
“Justice?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
With a groan, I did as she asked, thrusting hard.
She sucked in a breath, her body tightening in response.
“Fuck,” I muttered, holding still. “Breathe, Hope. I got you, darlin’. Let it pass.”
I shifted until I could slip a hand between us and began teasing her clit.
It took less time than I anticipated for her to begin shifting under me, her expression turning from pain to pleasure.
“Justice, please, move,” she begged. “I need more.”
I couldn’t deny this woman anything. I murmured praises between thrusts, and I worshipped her glorious body, glorying in the gift of her trust.
Her hands clawed at my back, her demands growing louder and more desperate until I delivered her from her torment.
Her cunt clenched around my cock, her orgasm ripping away my control. A beat later I followed her, spilling myself into her body.
We collapsed on the bed in a muddle of breathless gasps, tangled limbs and deliciously oversensitive skin.
We lay that way for a long time, my greedy hands unable to keep from running gently over her skin.
“Justice,” she asked a little while later. “That was good, right?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, rolling us until we were face to face. “Best I’ve ever had.”
She smiled. “So, you’d do it again?”
“You have to ask?” I kissed her shoulder.
“It’s just… would now be too soon?”
I lifted my head, staring down at this incredible woman who’d somehow found her way into my life.
“Now, now?” I clarified.
She nodded.
With a barking laugh, I rolled until she lay on me, her body stretching across mine. “Give a man five minutes to recover then we’ll see.” I cupped her cheek. “In the meantime, kiss me. I need to taste your sweet mouth.”
Hours later, as the sun began to touch the sky, I pulled the blankets around Hope’s sleeping form, tucking her close against me.
Staring up at the cracked ceiling, I sent a prayer of thanks to whatever deity had thought to send me this incredible woman, then closed my eyes, ready for our next adventure to begin.