Summary: Palms – sweating.
Nervous – wreck.
Eyes – bloodshot from too much alcohol consumption.
Head – light – pounding…
He’s not sure of anything right now except the intoxication he’s feeling…
He’s so screwed…
Contains: Drama, General, Humor
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Cast (For Fun)
Part 1
Palms – sweating.
Nervous – wreck.
Eyes – bloodshot from too much alcohol consumption.
Head – light – pounding…wait no, the harsh pounding is his heart. He can hear it in his ears.
But, his head is spinning…or…the road is defying the laws of gravity and lifting into the air right before his very eyes.
He blinks, hunching forward, trying to focus as his palms grip the steering wheel tightly.
Wow, what the heck happened to the road? Why does it look so askew? Is he losing his mind?
He’s not sure. He’s not sure of anything right now except the intoxication he’s feeling accompanied by the initial fear he has over the fact that he just got pulled over.
It’s the alcohol. In the awesome words of Jamie Fox, he’s going to ‘blame it on the alcohol.’
What in the world made him think that he was capable of driving home in this condition? Apparently, being drunk deducts IQ points like crazy. He’s not looking to be another one of those celebrities charged with a DUI.
How could his friends allow him to leave the club like this? They had their ritual boys’ night out, hitting on all the fine ‘hunnies’ in the club since they were free agents. Well, he isn’t exactly single per say…not so much. That’s not the point right now. The point is they had fun tonight. He was on top of the world.
Now, he’s…he’s…god he’s dizzy.
How could Trace, his best friend, leave him like this? Oh wait, wait he wasn’t this drunk when he left. He told Trace he was fine. He was practically sobered up when he left the club. But, he wasn’t ready for the party to be over yet…
That’s right, he has an empty bottle of tequila which he finished while driving home, somewhere in this ride and it’s…his brand of tequila. Yes, he’s a self-absorbed idiot when he chooses to be.
And the reality of this situation dawns on him. There’s…there’s evidence. That empty bottle is evidence! Damn, where did he put it?
Shit! He’s screwed.
He’s going to jail, he just knows it.
And now, as he sits idly in his car on the side of the road on this deserted highway, the familiar sting of regret engulfs him, mixing with his fears.
Sighing, a very inebriated Justin rests back in his car seat, lifting his palms to his face, trying to sober up as he says a silent prayer even if he knows he royally screwed up and he’s maybe going to get a shitload of karma for this.
“God…” He swallows harshly, his eyes lifting to the roof of his ride symbolic of prayer. “I’m so screwed. I’ll understand if you totally ignore me. But, could you like, maybe, make one of my friends be sober enough to come bail me out of jail later if I end up there? I promise I’ll try for this to be the last time I ever get messed up like this…uh…but if not, I promise I won’t drive like this again…yeah. Amen.” Justin sighs, shutting his eyes tightly to release the ache he feels in them before he flutters them open again. He’s well aware that his eyesight is failing him right now as the alcohol he consumed circulates in his bloodstream.
“Fuck this is bad…” He mumbles, his heavy blues lifting to look through the rearview mirror, noting the colorful flashing police lights coming from the car behind his ride.
He just got pulled over.
He just got pulled over by the cops!
In the middle of nowhere!
Seriously? It’s almost like they were waiting for him.
He wasn’t going that fast was he? He couldn’t have been. With the state he’s in, he would have flipped the car over a couple of times if he was.
“Shit…” He spits again, his muscles tensing on impact when he hears a knock on his driver’s door, the dark outlining of a figure standing in front of the window.
“Act…normal…act…act sober Justin. Whatever you do, act sober.” He mutters to himself, giving himself a small pep talk before he winds down his window. “Yes goodnight officer…what seems to be the problem?” He slurs while mustering up a fake smile and stifling a hiccup, squinting when a bright light flashes in his face.
Oh god, they have a flashlight. Really? The dark is better. The dark will hide his features since he’s pretty sure his face is flushed right now as he breaks out into a cold sweat.
“Sir, do you know how fast you were going?” The officer asks sternly in a thick southern accent, their tone feminine.
Justin immediately straightens his posture, his interest peeking when he realizes that it’s a woman officer who pulled him over.
“Uh I was…uh…” He drifts, clueless as to what speed he clocked. “Is there a problem?” He asks again, his heart thundering fiercely. He breathes in sharply, the air not filling his lungs fast enough. Ugh, he feels queasy. If she’s going to cuff him, she needs to get it over with before he hurls on her or something.
“If you mean the fact that you were doing 20-25 and the speed limit is 70 on this here highway then what do you think the problem is sir? And, you kept swerving into the other lane. You’re lucky this here road is practically deserted at night.” The female officer voices with a sharp edge to her tone.
Justin gulps hard, his eyes focusing on a slender waist and slightly curvy hips as he’s met with the lower torso of the officer dressed in her fitted blue uniform, since she hasn’t bent down fully to face him yet. It sounds like she’s flipping through some book or papers or something.
This is all too familiar to him but still vague as well since his clouded mind can’t make much sense of anything right now.
Fuck, if his girl finds out…he can’t go to jail. She’ll have his head on a platter if he ends up in jail.
“Oh really?” Justin asks in a murmur, biting the corner of his lip as he cocks his head to the side. “That’s…fascinating.” He says softly, his dilated blues traveling over the perfect V shape of the officer’s crotch in her fitted pants.
“Sir, are you ok?” The woman asks, snapping Justin out of his sinful thoughts.
Shit, what the hell is his problem? He’s maybe going to jail, he hasn’t even seen what this cop looks like though her accent is kind of soothing because it reminds him of home and he’s more focused on the way her crotch looks in her pants, so perfect, so…god he wants to touch it. Just…just one touch…to feel how soft she is…how his fingers feel against her center, making her hot and bothered and…and wet…so wet. He gulps hard, his throat and lips suddenly dry as he stares at her most private region, his eyes wide and trying to focus.
He lifts his hand, his fingertips gripping the edge of the window as he realizes that if he even attempts to touch this woman he’d be charged with sexual assault so fast his head would spin more than it is at this moment.
When the officer receives no reply from Justin, she leans down over his window with her elbows propped up on the edge as she shines the flashlight inside the car.
Justin gasps and shifts away as he hiccups lightly, his blues coming into contact with a head of full long raven hair, and a pair of perky, full, supple breasts squeezed together in that uniform she’s wearing, fully covered, but you can’t hide the shape of those things…
He can’t see her face clearly, the light blinding his already blurred vision.
“Could you…not shine that thing in my face?” Justin asks feebly and the officer frowns as she takes in the sight of him.
She inhales deeply, crinkling her nose in disgust as she does so. He and his car reek of alcohol.
Immediately, she knows what she’s dealing with.
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you for your license and registration please. Also, step out of the vehicle sir.”
“What?” Justin’s eyes go wide with shock but before he can protest, the officer moves back and roots his door open for him to get out.
“Now sir.” She growls firmly and Justin sighs, moving to dig in his glove compartment for his registration before he roots out his license from his wallet in his pocket.
Seconds later, he’s out of his ride, tripping over his feet while handing the officer his information as he looks away and ahead at the dark road in front of him. “Look, if you’d let me off with a warning this time, I promise it won’t happen again. I just…” Justin drifts, slumping against his ride to support his weight. He knows that if he even attempts to move, he’ll maybe fall forward flat on his face. Balance is not his friend right now.
“That’s too bad sir, but I’m going to have to write you up with a DUI and take you in since you can’t drive under these conditions.” The officer speaks up, looking over his license with a smirk. “Justin Timberlake.” She stresses his name.
At the mention of his name, Justin snaps his head towards the shorter woman standing at his side with a light frown on his face. He blinks rapidly, trying to focus because all he can really see is the outlining of her features with her cop car lights his only source of illumination since she switched off her flashlight and they’re towards the back of his ride.
“I’m sorry am I missing something?” Justin questions, moving to take a step towards her but he trips over his feet since the road looks higher than normal in his blurry vision.
The officer catches him in time, her hands resting firmly on his chest so he won’t fall forward, the physical contact warming Justin’s insides as goose bumps form on his skin. “You are in so much trouble.” She growls lowly and Justin immediately caves.
“Shit, I can’t go to jail. Don’t take me to jail please. My girl will kill me if…” But he’s cut short.
“You bet your ass she’ll murder you dead you idiot.”
And just like that Justin’s breathing cuts off as he stumbles back in shock, the warm southern accent the female officer possessed just minutes ago now gone.
“I don’t know what the fuck you were thinking Justin but I swear…” And he tunes her out, his eyes widening as he glares at her though she’s still a bit fuzzy.
He knows that voice. He knows that voice all too well. His vision may be impaired but his hearing is perfectly fine.
He knew there was something familiar about this, about her…about why he was drawn to her. But in his drunken haze, shit, he could be hallucinating for all he knows.
He’s maybe in some hospital bed knocked unconscious for causing a major accident and this is a dream. Or worse, he’s dead and this is hell!
“I…I’m sorry?” He shrugs helplessly, trying to stay focused.
“Goddamn it Justin! Look at you! You drunk bastard. You can’t even make heads or tails of anything can you? You can’t even make me out. You can’t even make out your own girlfriend!? Ugh! I can’t even believe…I’m going to kill Trace for letting you drive like this…and you when I get you sober. I should lock your ass in a jail cell for the night to teach you a lesson. I can’t even believe…what possessed you to drive in this condition? Were you trying to get yourself and other people killed? Suicide attempt maybe?”
It’s funny how he knows she’s talking, can see her hands flailing but he can barely understand much of what she’s saying since he’s mastered the art of tuning her out when she gets worked up like this. All he’s focused on is the fact that maybe he shouldn’t have picked a cop for his girlfriend after all.
Sure, he met her under similar situations a few years ago. He was speeding, trying to get to a studio recording session he was late for and she stopped him and wrote him a ticket. Still, maybe he should have reconsidered dating her. Sure, she was gorgeous, still is, but the hard ass cop in her was alive and well even when she was off duty. Not that he doesn’t love her, because he does. But getting away with anything even remotely close to breaking some type of law is a big no-no.
“T…Tara?” Justin stutters, finally calling her name, watching in awe. “Baby why are you out in the middle of nowhere?” Justin questions, giving her a lopsided grin.
“Oh, now you know me? And you didn’t hear a word I just said did you?” She asks, folding her arms across her chest.
Slowly, he shakes his head. “No, and you disguised your voice.” He counters in a slur and she huffs, taking in his poor posture and swaying form. She’s almost certain that he’ll drop unto the hard cold street unconscious at any moment.
“Justin, what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I was coming home to my amazing girlfriend.” He drawls and Tara scoffs at that.
“You know, when one of my buddies from the police department spotted you and Trace leaving the club all hyped up and loud with your little group of friends, he did right to call me to check up on you.” Tara explains, causing Justin to scowl.
“You were spying on me? Naughty girl.” Justin chuckles while pointing at her, swaying back on his heels.
Shaking her head sadly, Tara gazes at her boyfriend in partial pity and anger. What possessed her to ever give him a chance still eludes her to this day. She knew what she was getting herself into all those years ago with this pop star celebrity but she couldn’t help herself. The guy had game and charm that melted even her, one of the toughest female officers in her department.
When they first met and she stopped him for speeding, he almost talked his way out of the ticket. Almost. Of course, the fact that it didn’t work must have intrigued him since he figured even if she was a cop, she was still female and therefore should have fallen under his spell immediately. Huh, well, four years later, she’s still questioning her sanity with this one.
Justin, right now, is her weakness. He can be her strength at times, but right now, he’s the opposite considering she should take him into the station, but she knows she’s not going to. She knows she’s going to go against the book because this isn’t her just doing her job. This is personal. This is her idiot boyfriend being a dumbass.
“Come on Justin, let’s go.” Tara whispers, gripping his arm to pull him towards her.
He stumbles forward a bit before slinging his large arm over her shoulders to keep his balance.
“How did you find me?” He asks.
“I tracked your GPS and followed you for a bit to make sure you were ok. When I saw you swerving, I had a feeling you were drunk. Decided to pull you over and fake the accent to see just how gone you were. You didn’t even recognize me. Ugh, come on Justin. We’re going home.” She growls, pulling him towards her squad car.
“Wait, what about my ride?” He says lamely, trying to turn around to look at his car.
“Leave it. I’ll call to have it towed when we get home.”
“But…”
“Move your ass Justin or I will change my mind and throw you behind bars I swear!” Tara snaps and he shuts up immediately.
“Ok.” Is the only reply she’s met with as she helps him into the passenger seat of her car before she hops in the driver’s side and pulls out of her parking spot and back onto the highway heading for home.
Part 2
Later
At Home…
He lifts his head slightly, his eyelids heavy as he watches her in the corner of his eyes when she kills the engine on the squad car.
“Ok Justin. We’re home.” Tara says with a heavy sigh while pulling the keys from the ignition and hitting the unlock buttons for the doors of the car.
A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he pretends to be asleep. He knows she’s pissed. But, for some strange reason, he likes when she’s worked up like this and takes charge. He likes when her dominating side shines through. And well, she can’t help but to take care of him when he’s in this state, so, he’s going to milk this for as long as he can, considering when he’s fully sober again tomorrow, nursing a massive hangover, she’s going to be all up in his ass.
He’s grateful though. He knows that she saved him on that highway tonight even if it was his fault. For that and for so many other reasons, he loves her unconditionally.
“Justin? Ugh! Now is the wrong time to be knocked out. I can’t carry your heavy ass up the stairs to the bedroom.” Tara glares at him, noting how his eyes twitch slightly but remain shut.
Groaning, she roots off her seatbelt and swings the door on her side open to exit the car. Rounding the ride, she makes her way to Justin’s door. Taking in a deep breath to calm her anger since it’s pointless at this stage, she opens the passenger door and braces herself as she grips Justin’s arm and carefully begins pulling him out of the ride after undoing his seatbelt.
“Damn it Justin!” She groans, trying to hold up his weight and hers as she gets him out of the car. “Some help would be nice.”
Breathing hard, Tara gently places Justin to rest against the car before she slams the door shut and hits the lock button on her key ring. Giving Justin a once over as she holds up his weight with her arms around his slender waist, she scoffs, one of her hands lifting to caress the side of his face. Her fingertips trail the outlining of his strong jaw and thin pink lips as she notes how angelic he looks when his facial features are relaxed like this. Too bad that’s about to change.
With a wave of her hand, Tara’s palm lands heavily against Justin’s cheek as she gives him a hard slap to wake him up which works perfectly.
“Ouch! What the fuck Tara!?” Justin screams, his voice echoing throughout the still night’s air. His orbs pop open immediately narrowing on his girlfriend, his vision much clearer now. In fact, he can make out her brown eyes almost perfectly now and the fire in them as she looks back at him.
“Good, you’re awake.” She smiles innocently. “Now help me, help you, so we can get inside huh? It’s chilly out.” She instructs and Justin’s eyes grow wide in disbelief as he rubs his aching cheek.
“I can’t believe you just slapped me.” He pouts like a child as they begin stumbling towards the front door.
“Serves you right. I should kick your ass too but I’m tired.” Tara retorts and Justin simply glares at her.
Well, so much for pretending to be worse that he really is. That sure backfired.
When they’re finally indoors, Tara pauses to lock the front door before she drags Justin upstairs to their shared bedroom.
When inside their room, she kicks off her shoes and socks and removes her uniformed shirt from the waistband of her pants after placing Justin to sit at the edge of their king-sized, blue comforter covered bed, which matches the blue and white color scheme of the spacious room.
Lazily, Justin lets himself go to lie on his back, a loud yawn escaping him in the process.
“Mm my head is spinning.” He groans, his blues fixated on the pale ceiling of their bedroom. “Baby, I feel sick.” He whines.
“Don’t you dare throw up on the bed Justin, I’m warning you. If you want me to help you to the bathroom I will.” Tara speaks up, swiftly removing her pants to remain in just her underwear before unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt.
“Ugh, god I hate being sick like this.” He moans.
“No one told you to drink till you were dead drunk.” Tara quips.
“I’m never doing it again. It’s a horrible feeling.” He decides and Tara can’t help but laugh at that.
He always says the same thing whenever he gets messed up like this. Then some time will pass and he’ll end up back in the same situation. Of course his excuse is always the same, that he couldn’t let his friends show him up. Men and their egos.
Staring at her boyfriend and feeling her anger slowly subside, Tara lets out a light groan before moving over to Justin. Bending down, she lifts his feet and carefully removes his sneakers and socks, tossing them to the side. When she’s done, she grips his wrists and forcefully pulls him into a sitting position.
Justin stares at her with a small smile on his face when she instructs him to lift his arms. He does as he’s told silently, allowing her to remove his t-shirt and expose his bare upper torso.
Tara drops his t-shirt unto the carpeted floor while eyeing him, her browns taking in his sculpted toned figure and the light pinkish tone to his skin since he’s intoxicated and his body temperature is elevated.
“Ok hot shot…pants…” Tara instructs and Justin bites his lip while dipping his head to look at his jeans. Slowly, he grips his belt and unbuckles it before unpinning his jeans and undoing the zipper. “Now lie back.” Tara voices and he obliges.
Planting her feet firmly on the floor, Tara grips the waistband of Justin’s jeans and carefully slips them down his hips, his legs and off his body. Straightening her posture, she smiles at the sight of him in his boxers and drops his jeans before she leans over to help him off the bed.
“Come on.” She coos.
“Where are we going?” Justin moans, his face contorting into a frown when Tara gets him on his feet again.
Doesn’t she know that walking is not what he should be doing right now?
“To the bathroom.” She simply replies, ignoring his confusion as they make their way into the bathroom.
Once inside, Tara pulls Justin towards the shower and using all of her strength, she steadies him in her hold with one hand while using her other hand to push the white shower curtain aside before twisting the shower faucet until water starts pouring down.
She turns to Justin, giving him a sweet smile before she moves out of the way and begins pushing him into the shower.
“Tara, I don’t need a shower. I need to sleep.” Justin begins to protest as his feet hit the cold white tiled floor of the shower, a low hiss escaping him.
“Not until you’re sobered up enough, else you’ll be jumping out of bed to rush in here in the middle of the night to hurl if you go to sleep like this.” Tara points out.
“But…”
“No buts baby. Now get under the water.” Tara instructs while giving Justin a light shove.
He stumbles under the pouring water, his blues immediately widening as his mouth hangs open in utter shock. “The fuckin’ hell! This shit is freezing!” Justin cries out as every muscle in his body tenses on impact. “Tara what the fuck!?” He yells, unable to move as the cold water bats down on his head, travelling over his face and back, cooling his hot skin. He shudders, his arms immediately wrapping around his body protectively as the cold water starts waking him up from his drunken stupor.
Tara stands back with a devious smile on her face as she watches Justin get soaked from head to toe, his blue boxers sticking to his body like a second skin, outlining the shape of his firm ass and the bulge of his cock.
“There, now aren’t you starting to feel better already baby?” She teases.
Justin squints under the water, giving Tara an evil glare. “You’re lucky I love you.” He hisses at her.
“Yes, lucky me…having to save your ass yet again.” She spits bitterly.
“Whatever.” Justin mumbles, his teeth chattering as a shiver runs down his spine.
“Just finish up here and when you’re done let me know and I’ll help you get ready for bed.” Tara instructs, about to close the curtain to leave, not expecting any type of reaction from Justin.
The moment she turns her back toward him, she gasps in shock when she feels his wet hands wrap around her waist and pull her backwards.
“Justin what…ah!” She screams, trembling as her body goes into shock from the ice water hitting her skin, soaking her uniform since she still has her shirt on. “Oh my god, Justin let me go!” Tara wails, trying to get out of his grasp but he has a tight grip on her as he flips her around to face him before closing the shower curtain and pinning her back against the shower wall. “You ass!” She barks, sputtering as water continues to fall on her face and soak her raven locks.
“Payback is a bitch babe. Wasn’t about to let you go without knowing what this shit feels like.” Justin voices, referring to the temperature of the water.
“Ok, ok I’m sorry! Please let me go J.” Tara begs, gazing into Justin’s blues as she notes the determination on his face.
“Why should I?” He voices, grinning demurely. “You slapped me earlier and then pushed me under this ice water. I think you owe me babe.”
“You’re forgetting you’d be sitting in jail right now or worse, lying in a hospital bed or in the morgue if it wasn’t for me.”
“That’s beside the point.” Justin says stubbornly.
“What? That is the point Justin! Ugh! Just let me go.”
“No.”
“You are one stubborn drunk fool.” Tara bites back.
“Hmm, you mean a stubborn drunk horny fool.” Justin corrects her, curving his brows mischievously as he remembers how hot she looked dressed up in her police uniform.
“Fuck you! We are not doing this right now Justin.” Tara warns, but Justin ignores her, pressing his body firmly against hers as she remains glued to the wall. “How can you even be thinking about sex right now?” She asks incredulously.
“I wasn’t, but then, looking at you all wet and the fact that this ice water woke me up enough, I am now…” He drifts, his blues traveling over her face before his vision drops to her breasts, full, perky and poking through her soaked shirt. “Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you right now and I’ll let you go.” Justin challenges her.
Tara bites on her bottom lip hard as she stares at Justin, noting how his eyes are still dilated by his intoxication, but clearly he’s not nearly drunk enough because she can feel the firmness of his growing arousal against her inner thigh from how he’s resting against her.
“You’re twisted you know that? You’re supposed to be smashed. You should be unconscious right now.” Tara jests.
“Really? I would be, but you insisted on waking me and sobering me up. Well, you got your wish. I’m up.” Justin chuckles, pointing south to his obvious erection.
It sure as hell doesn’t take much to turn him on where Tara’s concerned.
She thinks about leaving him this way as punishment for putting her though this stress of hauling his behind home, but she decides against it when her eyes travel over his wet frame, his muscles defined and glistening.
“I hate you.” Tara whines. “You’re so lucky I’m willing to break the rules for you.”
“I hate you too baby. That’s why I have an awesome cop for a girlfriend.” Justin grins, cupping her cheeks in his palms.
Ignoring the cold water stinging his skin, Justin leans forward and softly presses his lips against Tara’s, kissing her deeply as he feels his insides warm from the intimate contact.
It doesn’t take long for Tara to respond, a soft moan escaping her as Justin’s tongue slicks out to touch hers. Her hands move up his slick abs and up his chest to wrap around his neck.
She expels a breathy moan, her heartbeat increasing when Justin’s strong hands carefully get the rest of her soaked shirt unbuttoned and open.
Slowly, he pulls away from her with a grin on his face as he helps her undress fully, her shirt, bra and underwear discarded on the titled shower floor.
Damn he works fast. It sure didn’t take him long to get her fully naked.
“You know you’re going to experience hell tomorrow for this.” Tara warns Justin with her hands on her hips and he smirks as his tired blues roam over her naked frame, his orbs soaking up her bumps and curves as the water continues to flow over her tanned figure.
“I know. But for now…indulge me.” He mutters.
Shaking her head and feeling her tough exterior crack, Tara releases a sigh, smiling up at Justin even if she still wants to kick his butt for that stunt he pulled of driving while intoxicated.
“Fine, come here.” She coos and Justin’s face lights up as he closes the tiny gap between them, a soft groan leaving his lips when his hands grip her waist and start inching upwards until he gets to her perky breasts.
Gently, he molds her breasts in his palms, relishing in the feel of them as he watches the expressions on her face while he kneads her mounds, flicking her nipples with his fingertips until they harden under his touch. Dipping his head, Justin takes one of Tara’s nipples into his mouth, sucking on it lightly, enjoying the blissful moan that leaves her lips. He does the same to her other nipple, smiling softly when she begins squirming against him.
“Justin this is torture you know that?” Tara gazes at his wet glistening body when he pulls away to stare at her with a smirk on his face.
His abs stand out significantly when they are wet like this and his strong muscular arms and legs are sexy as all to her. Tara groans softly when Justin presses up against her, his soaked boxers the only barrier between their two naked bodies.
“I know what I’m doing.” He finally decides to answer.
Dipping his head again, he slowly begins to suck on her neck as his hands roam her figure. He squeezes her tight ass which makes her jump slightly.
Tara passes her fingers through his now wet short curls as Justin continues to ravish her neck, soft growls leaving his lips from the friction created between them, especially where his erection is rubbing against her thigh.
“Mm Justin shit, I hate you…damn it. I love you… I love you so much. It’s not fair.” Tara whines because she can feel herself giving in and she hates the fact that Justin is winning. He should be the one squirming and going crazy right now, not her. She’s the hard-ass, no nonsense cop. This is all backwards. This is all wrong. “I’ll get you back for this.” She moans.
“I love you too baby. And, I’m not afraid of you.” He mumbles jokingly, though, there are some times when he is, but he’ll never admit that to her. For a female, she sometimes competes with him in the ego department.
He kisses the now sensitive spot on her neck, which makes her sigh. He looks up at her and quirks his brows when he sees how bad she wants him. He uses his index finger to trail a pattern over her eyes, nose and then her lips. He slowly moves in and kisses her passionately for what seems like an eternity before finally stopping for air.
“You should be afraid of me.” Tara eventually replies breathlessly. “Can you hurry this up though, this water is freezing. I’m sorry for pushing you to take a shower.” She apologizes.
“It’s all good. I’ll warm us up.” Justin chuckles, moving to turn the faucet for the hot water.
Slowly, the cold water warms causing both Justin and Tara to release sighs of relief at the change in temperature.
Grinning, Justin takes a small step back and grips the waistband of his boxers before swiftly pushing them down his hips and legs until they fall to the shower floor. He then steps out of them and kicks them to the side, his smile widening when he notices that Tara’s vision is now fixated on his thick, lengthy member, fully hard, almost painfully hard, straining for a release.
Justin hisses softly, his eyes fluttering when Tara’s hand wraps around his length, slowly moving up and down as she squeezes him lightly, her eyes studying the girth in appreciation. She eyes him with a mischievous smile on her face before she releases her hold on him.
Justin groans in displeasure before a taunting smile graces his face as he eyes his girlfriend.
“My turn.” He voices in a low grainy voice which causes Tara to release a light moan in response.
“What are you going to do…” She begins to protest but Justin silences her by placing his index finger against her lips.
“Shhh.” He looks at her with a smile before he starts to place soft kisses down the middle of her chest all the way down to her belly button.
He swirls his tongue in her navel, which causes her to shiver inside. He continues his decent, stopping at her moist center, placing a delicate kiss against her clit which makes her gasp lightly. He smiles against her warm flesh and uses his hand to part her legs slightly. Justin twirls his tongue around Tara’s clit and then creates a small suction with his lips causing a soft moan to escape her. He does this for a while, playing with Tara, teasing her and causing her to melt under his touch.
“Justin…I want you inside of me now…” Tara demands breathlessly.
Justin enjoys torturing her like this. Plus she usually deserves it. It’s his personal way of punishing her when she pulls her cop antics on him. And he’s winning. It doesn’t help that he’s turned on immensely when he hears her moan though.
“In time sweetie.” He simply states as he goes back to his task, holding her in place.
Seconds later, he begins making his way back up, slowly straightening his posture as he leaves a trail of kisses behind, each place his lips touch on her body causing her stomach to coil. Justin finally makes his way back up to Tara’s neck. This time he bites down hard, causing Tara to scream out in pain.
“Ouch, Justin you asshole…” Tara’s breath gets caught in her throat when Justin simply glares at her with a smirk while he parts her legs and slides his fingertips over her folds before he skillfully inserts two of his fingers into her. “Oh god…” She gasps in surprise, feeling her legs weaken. “Ugh! This isn’t fair.” Tara whines.
Justin remains silent as he continues finger-fucking her in a way only he knows how to do as he keeps studying her facial expressions. She’s close to her release, he can tell.
Just from looking at Tara he can’t help but let out a faint groan of his own as his erection keeps rubbing against her thigh. He instantly begins to increase his pace as his fingers pump in and out of her harder than before. “Ugh! Damn it!” Tara trails off as she feels her knees give way and her orgasm starts to build.
“Come on babe…let go. Stop fighting it.” Justin coaxes. He applies some pressure to her clit with his thumb and sure enough that sends her over the end.
Tara hollers Justin’s name as her orgasm hits her, her walls constricting around his fingers like a vice. That causes Justin to grin widely. He knows he’s won. She’s right where he needs her to be.
Tara relaxes against the shower wall feeling exhausted and spent. Justin slowly pulls out his fingers from inside of her and licks all of her juices off, mesmerizing her with his actions.
“Hmm you taste sweet.” He kisses her allowing her to taste herself. “But we’re not done yet…” Justin instructs but Tara has something else in mind as she cuts him off.
“Actually, I have something else in mind.” She smiles sweetly at Justin before turning around to give him a perfect view of her ass.
“Let’s see what you got stud.” She says softly, taunting him.
“What?” Justin asks stupidly, his blues widening slightly as they travel down her back and over her butt cheeks.
“Come on, don’t keep me waiting.” She groans.
“You want it from behind huh? You really are a naughty girl.” Justin chuckles.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know.” Tara teases.
“Touché.” Justin laughs, ignoring the light buzz he’s still feeling.
Swallowing hard, he steps up behind her, his heart thundering in his chest because he knows, with the high he’s still feeling, he won’t last long fucking his girlfriend in this position. But, shit, he’s going to enjoy every short minute of it. He knows exactly how to make her cum, so this should be fun. If only his balance wasn’t failing him…that is also going to be a challenge.
Cautiously, Justin stretches his hands out to grip Tara’s slender hips as she leans forward a bit, planting her palms flat against the shower wall for leverage.
Justin’s blues slowly travel up and down the length of her back, his vision finally focusing on her firm bubble butt, his vision traveling over her butt cheeks and down the length of her legs.
He feels his dick twitch and he grips it, hard and throbbing in his palms, his thinking still slightly hazed.
Steadying himself, he guides his cock to her opening, teasingly rubbing the head over her folds but not applying enough pressure for him to sink inside of her quite yet.
“Oh my gosh Justin I swear if you don’t stop toying with me I’m going to…” but Tara’s words are cut short when she feels the head of Justin’s cock slide inside of her warm entrance without warning. “Shit…” She gasps.
Justin smiles deviously while pulling all the way out before he shoves himself into her again with one powerful thrust, forcing his way in and expanding her walls, causing Tara to scream out.
“There we go.” He mutters softly, his palms keeping a firm grip on her waist as he steadies himself and sets a steady motion of thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy.
“Ugh! Shit J don’t stop.” Tara moans and Justin chuckles softly.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” He replies, his face contorting in pleasure as he keeps his vision on the way his cock slides in and out of her wet pussy.
“Shit you feel amazing babe… always so tight.” Justin groans as he pumps in and out of Tara at a steady pace.
“Hmm…” Tara replies, lost in her own feeling of bliss. “A little faster…” Tara moans and Justin speeds up his pace on queue as he keeps slamming into her over and over again, the contact making a slapping sound…
It doesn’t take long for Tara to feel her orgasm building again and she knows she won’t last long with Justin continually hitting her g-spot with each thrust he makes.
“Oh gosh, I’m gonna cum again…” Tara pants, her vaginal walls contracting harshly around Justin’s cock causing him to gasp in pleasure.
“Let it go baby.” Justin coos, his fingers digging into Tara’s sides as he tries to hold off his own climax a little longer.
Within seconds, Tara’s orgasm washes over her violently causing her body to jerk slightly as her legs tremble. She bites down hard on her bottom lip, muffling her cries and moans as Justin continues pounding into her harder than ever.
Justin keeps his pace, groaning and mumbling profanities as his own release draws near to the point where he has no control over it anymore. “Fuck…” He grunts, his head dipping as he shuts his eyes tightly, the mixture of his intoxication and fucking his girlfriend doggy-style in the shower sending him over the edge much fast that he anticipated.
He lets out a soft growl as he finally lets go and his orgasm rips through his body, causing him to shudder as he climaxes, warming Tara’s insides…
Both Justin and Tara remain glued in place, panting, trying to catch their breath.
“Damn that was intense.” Justin can still feel Tara constricting around him as he tries to catch his breath.
“Mmm hmm” is the only reply he’s met with.
Slowly, he slides out of her, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he feels his head spinning.
Tara gingerly turns around to face Justin with a small satisfied smile on her face.
Justin glares at her, grinning coyly. “Are you still mad at me?” He asks softly, almost in a whisper as he lifts his hand to brush some of her wet hair out of her face.
“Maybe.” Tara replies causing Justin to frown deeply.
“But baby I’m sorry…I…”
“It’s ok.” Tara decides before stretching to grab some soap. “Let’s get cleaned up and head to bed. You need to rest and I have a morning shift at the department tomorrow.” She explains.
Justin nods hesitantly, watching as she grips a washcloth.
Not satisfied with her comment he grips her arm, forcing her to face him as he looks at her, his gaze intense.
“I love you Tara. And, I know you love me…”
“I do.” She interrupts and Justin nods.
“So, I’m genuinely sorry. I promise I’ll try my best to not pull such a stupid stunt like that again. And thank you for always being there for me. You have no idea how lucky and blessed I feel to have you in my life…will you forgive me? Please?” Justin asks hopefully, slurring his words and trying his best to ignore the fact that he’s crashing and burning right now since his intoxication is slowly starting to wear out. That’s usually the time when he feels very sick, but luckily for him he has a strong stomach and hardly ever hurls.
“Fine, you’re forgiven.” Tara giggles, shaking her head in amusement. “Now, let’s get cleaned up and head to bed ok?” Tara suggests again and Justin nods in agreement, a loving smile tugging at his lips as they proceed to take a shower together before turning in for the night.
****
Next Day: Morning
He awakes to the loud sounds of a vehicle, maybe a truck, and it feels like it’s right there in the room with him.
Groaning, Justin’s orbs slowly flutter open, a low hiss escaping his lips when a ray of sunlight blocks out his vision momentarily.
He breathes in deeply, his throat and lips feeling dry and achy.
“Damn it.” He mutters, never budging as his vision focuses on the ceiling of the bedroom. “I feel like shit.” He groans, flinching when he feels a sharp pain in his head, indicating to him that he indeed has a massive headache. “Fuck, I’m never drinking like this again…” he moans.
“You look like shit, and you always say that and go right back to being smashed when you’re out with Trace and the guys.”
Justin feels his heart flutter at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. He vaguely remembers what happened to him last night. He knows what happened, but his memory is slightly fuzzy since he was clearly under the influence…
Knowing what they did in the shower brings a smile to his face nonetheless.
“So did you sleep well?” Tara speaks up again and this time, Justin turns his head to the side, his blues taking in her form. She’s standing at the edge of the bed, fully dressed in her police uniform, ready for work.
“I slept like a rock.” He wisecracks. “Are you leaving?” He asks, a small pout forming on his face. “You can’t leave me yet, I’m sick.” He whines, not making an attempt to move yet since his head is pounding much to his displeasure.
Giggling, Tara shakes her head at Justin in awe. If there’s one thing she knows, it’s that hung-over Justin is worse than drunk Justin. This is the aftermath and usually, it consists of him being needy, clingy and moody like a female with PMS. She’ll never understand why he insists on putting himself through this torture.
“Justin I told you last night I had a morning shift. I can’t miss work.” Tara says sternly. “Oh and the tow truck just dropped off your ride. But I’ve got to go.” She explains with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I placed a bottle of water and pain killers by the nightstand for you to take. I also left you breakfast. It’s covered on the stove.” Walking up to Justin, Tara smiles before leaning down to place a delicate kiss on his lips.
Justin groans slightly, attempting to grip her face with his palms to deepen the kiss but his advances are cut short. Slight panic washes over him as he pulls away from Tara, feeling restricted.
“What the fuck…” Twisting his head, he frowns and tries to pull his right hand out from behind his head but to no avail. Shock immediately registers on his face as he narrows his eyes at Tara. “You have got to be kidding me Tara. You handcuffed me to the fucking bed!?” Justin belts and she simply shrugs innocently.
“I told you I’d get you this morning for what happened last night.” She says nonchalantly and Justin releases an exasperated sigh as he tugs at the handcuffs in disdain.
“I thought we got past that…I apologized. I’m sorry! Seriously Tara this isn’t funny; release me.” Justin barks.
“I wasn’t planning on it. You won’t be like that the whole day. Just for a bit…” But Justin cuts her off.
“Ok Tara I get it. I’m sorry for thinking I can get away with shit just because you’re a cop. I’m sorry I’ve taken advantage of that because I know you’d never let me sit in jail if you can help it. Baby, I’m sorry…just…don’t leave me here like this. What if I need to use the bathroom?” Justin asks, an evil smile playing on his lips as he eyes his girlfriend.
“I should maybe get you a bucket or something then huh?” She says in thought and Justin’s eyes widen in disbelief, her comment rendering him speechless.
“Well, I better get going. Oh and be sure to cover up since the air conditioner is on. If you stay in your boxers like that you might catch a cold.” Tara voices, bidding Justin farewell before she moves to make her exit, ignoring him when he finally calls out to her. “I love you J!” She waves him off, blowing him a kiss.
When she makes her exit and the door slams shut, Justin releases an angry growl as he tugs on the handcuffs before lying down on his back with a heavy sigh.
“She’s so going to pay for this later.” He mumbles to himself, a light chuckle escaping him as he ponders over his situation.
Tara truly is something. No other woman can deal with his bullshit the way she does, not even his mother. He can’t help but feel that he deserves this punishment somehow.
He really has been using the ‘get out of jail’ free card with her for a while now. It was only a matter of time before she did something about it.
“Oh great. I knew I’d have to use the bathroom…” Justin mumbles to himself when he feels a slight strain on his bladder. “Perfect…fan-fucking-tastic.”
As he mauls over his predicament and the fact that he’s not nearly as angry as he should be with Tara, he hears the faint vibrations of a cell phone.
Turning his head, he grins widely at his luck. Maybe Tara was in a hurry and forgot she left his phone in his reach. So much for her punishment.
All he has to do is call up Trace and he’ll come over to help him. Then, Justin will have the rest of the day to plot and scheme on how he’s going to get Tara back.
Stretching across as far as he can go, he grips the phone and fixes himself into a sitting position on the bed before he picks up the line, not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Hello?” Justin says calmly.
“Well you don’t seem angry at all baby.” Tara jokes and Justin groans but can’t help the smile that spreads across his lips.
“Where are you?” He asks curiously, not sure if he heard the car leave or not. He was too preoccupied to notice.
“Oh my way to work as we speak.” She admits and he releases a huff in frustration.
“You know I’m going to get you back for this.” Justin warns her, still smiling.
“I hope not. Just check in the draw of the nightstand. Your arm is long enough to reach there.” She muses and Justin scowls deeply.
“Hold on a minute…” He voices, placing the phone on his lap.
Carefully, he stretches across and pulls the draw of the nightstand open with his free hand, gazing inside. A low chuckle escapes him when he dips his hand in and pulls out the key to the handcuffs. Shaking his head, he busts out in laughter before letting himself free, dropping the handcuffs on the bed.
He stretches out his limbs finally and releases a light yawn before grabbing the cell phone and placing it back to his ear.
“Cute Tara.” He says, hearing her faint laugher on the other end of the line.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice and think before you act. I only want you to be safe J. I care about you and I worry about you sometimes. You can party but just don’t overdo it ok?” She pleads and he nods in understanding even if she can’t see him.
“I promise it’ll never happen again…for you. I’m sorry if I gave you a scare.” He admits, realizing how worried she must have been.
It’s not like her line of work makes him rest easy either. He always prays that she comes home to him in once piece every day. Maybe they’re not so different after all.
“It’s ok. You more than made up for it last night. I forgive you. But baby I have to go. I’ll see you later ok? Take the pain meds, eat and get some rest. I love you J.” Tara says softly over the line and he sighs, feeling his chest warm as his heart skips a beat at how gentle her voice is.
He loves her softer side a lot more than her hard cop persona. It reminds him of why he’s fallen for her, of why he has every intention of marrying her one day and making her the mother of his children. And he smiles at that thought before responding.
“I love you too baby. Be safe. I’ll see you soon.” Justin states, bidding Tara farewell before they both hang up.
Inhaling deeply, Justin gazes at his surroundings, his blues landing on the painkillers and bottle of water Tara laid out for him.
Chuckling softly to his self, he moves to grab them off the nightstand, replaying what happened to him the night before in his mind.
He would maybe have woken up in jail or in the hospital if it weren’t for Tara, or worse. He knows this. He’s grateful. And judging by the way this hangover is making him feel, Justin knows he’s learnt his lesson…the hard way.
Most importantly, he needs to remember to not mess with his girlfriend because he knows that if something like this ever happens again, the next time around, he’s not so sure that she’ll leave the handcuff keys or cell phone in his reach…
*The End*
