Page 54 of Spiteful Lies

My face heats as I grin widely. “You are sexy. I wonder why you don’t paint yourself.”

Justin laughs. “I can look in a mirror, but I’m not that vain about my appearance. Only about my talent.” He sits down in a folding chair and pats his lap. “Sit down, and I’ll answer your other question.”

I do as he wishes and sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Did you know there was an African princess who had male concubines?”

I scoff. “What are you going on about?”

“She was a ruler in a West African kingdom centuries ago. And a badass like you, though I trust you won’t resort to battle.”

“So the concubines were soldiers…”

“And lovers,” he kisses my cheek, “You should ask Harmon about it, but not in class.”

“I already have,” I reply, “So when you talk about me, do you talk about sharing?”

“Sometimes. No one wants to give you up,” he replies, “And we’re not committed to traditional relationships. Bryce is the only one whose parents are still physically together in that huge mansion where they hardly communicate. But that’s not saying much.”

“When are you going home?” I ask softly.

“I’m flying out tonight to my mother’s in LA.” He gives me a squeeze. “You want to come?”

“I can’t. I’m throwing a party on Christmas Day. You know, to celebrate with my mother. We’ve had an interesting year.”

“If you change your mind,” he whispers, kissing my cheek.

I look up at the tall windows on the opposite wall. “You may have to change yours. The snow’s started again.”

We watch the wide snowflakes pick up speed as they block out the blue-gray sky. I feel his eyes on me as I watch the snow start to pile up in the corners of the window.

“So, if I make a wish for Christmas to have all of you, it may happen?”

“You know I’m a fucked-up artist. I’ll do anything as long as it feels good and right.” He kisses me again, and the chills shoot through me. “Do you think I could have you to myself tonight?”

I kiss him with my eyes shut tight as I work out the doubt. He’s nothing like that gross man. Justin will never hurt me. I kiss him again, holding his lips against mine. I let my body feel as my breathing picks up, and I tell my mind to shut up. His touch is so gentle that I swoon into it.

He hooks a finger into the waistband of my school skirt. “Can you take this off?”

My eyes flash open with a memory that I want to block again, and the doubt floods back into my mind again too swiftly for me to stop it. Justin is focusing hard on undressing my body, and there’s that scowl on his face. I yank away, slipping onto the floor, and he lets me go.

“Anything wrong?” he asks, motionless, waiting for my response,

I can’t tell him what I see when I look at him. I can’t break his heart. I can’t break mine; I still love him. Justin treats me so differently from the first time; he’s learned how to care. I turn and face him, trying my best to conceal my fears. There’s no reason not to love him.

“Nothing,” I lie. “Let’s just fuck.”

Justin kneels on the floor, reaching for me again, and that kiss melts me until my pussy tingles. I push him back, grabbing the hem of his bulky sweat jacket, and pull it over his head.

“I was afraid…” He stops suddenly. “Nothing.” He grabs a condom out of his box of supplies and tears it open while watching me pull down my skirt. My panties are soaked as images of the last time he touched me float into my mind. I need him to get his father out of my head. Once and for all.

I don’t give him a choice as I kneel on the ground with my ass in the air, lowering my head down to the platform. He hesitates, and then I feel his hands caress my ass, stroking soft circles over my cheeks. His fingers travel between my legs, dipping into my slit. I moan as he gently brushes against my clit. Quickly his mouth replaces his hand as he sucks the wetness off me. I moan deep in my throat, pushing against his tongue and holding still as he licks the most sensitive spot. I shudder as his saliva and my juices wet my thighs.

“Astrid, I’ve missed you.”

I lick my dry lips as I shut my eyes. “Please fuck me, Justin.”

His hand steadies my hips as his tip moves into me. I feel every thick inch as I open wider for him. Moaning, I lean my hips back, working in more until we have to pull forward. We start the rhythm, and my breasts bounce with each hard thrust. I open my eyes as if we were face to face, and I could press my lips tight against his.

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