Lolita 8
" Justin had a life, and lolita had barely started hers. "
Lolita woke with a smile on her face, her skin glowing more than usual and her mood exceptionally well. Although today was her last day here, she was more than happy to be around a certain bieber. Lolita wasn't sure how to approach him after everything, but in her mind what ever happens, happens. With the small smile, she slid out of bed just as a cool breeze hit her body. The feeling causing goosebumps to form on her skin as she grabbed the silk robe she uses every night and wrapped it around her body.
Lolita was hoping no one was awake but it being the bieber resident, the whole family was up and moving. Hailey was making breakfast while Christopher and Jake wrestled each other in the living room, Mason no where to be found and Mr. Bieber knotting his tie in the mirror. His mind drifting between his business and a special little woman down the hall, he contemplated on walking down the hall and kissing her awake but his wife or kids could catch him.
That's what stopped him last night.
Justin had attempted to leave the death grip of his wife but instead he ended up staying and being with Hailey last night. He was slightly disappointed that he couldn't be with Lolita because that was his plan the whole time, but he ended up wrapped around the walls of Hailey when she asked where are you going? when he moved. But he ended up surprisingly enjoying it, well when he imagined his wife to be Lolita.
He had missed his chance to touch and taste her, something he had been dying to do since he laid eyes on her. Justin knew he missed his chance because she was leaving today and he doubted that they would see each other outside of the neighborhood. He frowned at the thought of not seeing her for weeks at a time, desperately needing her in his eye sight was enough to make him think he would go crazy if he hasn't seen her.
Justin concluded that he was being ridiculously foolish, getting attached to a seventeen year old girl who probably wouldn't be around in the next year or so. With a helpless grunt, he turned on his heel and sharply exited his room but soon bumped into a small frame. The person let out a off gasp which Justin quickly recognized to be the one he had just been thinking about moments ago, Lolita.
Lolita recovered quickly and looked up at his striking eyes, that gleamed with mischief. She took her bottom lip between her teeth as he turned his head both ways to thoroughly check and see if anyone was around, and was convinced that no one was around. They continued their silent showdown before Justin decided to pull her into one of the other empty guest rooms, her heart pumping excitingly as she watched him lock the door.
"Sweetheart, " he said softly, breaking through their silence. Justin assumed that she was angry with him since he hadn't appeared in her room last night but he was proven wrong when Lolita slid her arms up his wide shoulders and settled them around his neck. He was going to apologize but was caught off guard when the young girl curled her fingers in the hair by his neck and gave him a lip biting smile.
Lolita speaks up, "Thank you." her voice,was so soft and sensual that Justin's eyes widen for a fraction of a second; was she trying to kill him? No, but she was trying to thank him for what he supposably did for her last night. But he was confused also, what was she thanking him for? Leaving her lonely last night, did she want to be alone? "You have an amazing- mouth, lips." she told him as she lifted her right hand off of his shoulder and brought it up to his lips to trace them with the pads of her small fingers, causing him to nearly growl.
Justin wanted to reply with I can put it to use but he held back, instead he smirked as her fingers continue to brush his lips slowly. "Do I ? Are they kissable, sugar?" Lolita still held a faint smile, which quickly morphed into a full blown smirk. The pet name he had given her caused her to fight back a blush that would probably be there after she replied back.
"Very much so, Mr. Bieber."
"I love when you say my name like that, Lolita. " he admitted, placing one hand on her hip and the other one over her jaw. Justin did enjoy that she called him by his last name, it made him feel like he was living some twisted fantasy where he takes Lolita over his desk hard; which will probably happen soon, because he was determined to finally have her.
Lolita watched as his eyes darkened with lust, "Mr. Bieber-" she gasps, the look in his eyes made a throbbing sensation start between her legs. Lolita was sure that he was aroused also, her mouth yearned to be on his, instead of doing nothing about it she raised herself up on her toes in order to reach his lips. Justin met her half way, but not yet giving her what she wanted; which earned him a whimper of protest. "Kiss me."
Kiss me.
It was said with so much desperation and need, Justin couldn't resist giving her what she wanted; now that's all he wanted to do. The thirty five year old wanted to wait for her hand and foot, so early on he wanted treat her like Lolita was his only; but he couldn't because he wasn't her only. Justin had a life, and lolita had barely started hers.
Pushing all of his negative thoughts away was easy as soon as Lolita's lips were on his, everything around them had happened to disappear. The sound of Lolita's soft moans against his lips was the only thing both of them heard, blocking out the sounds of the clicking heels that Hailey wore. They didn't notice the turn of the knob frantically, instead of acknowledging it Justin pulled her small body closer, feeling her breast pressed against his hard chest.
Twist. Twist. Turn.
It wasn't until the rapid knocking started, Justin and Lolita pulled away startled by the noise. Lolita's eyes widened as Hailey called out, "Mason! I know you're in here get downstairs." Justin hadn't realized he pulled Lolita into the room that Mason often escaped to whenever he and his mother got into an argument or he was just hiding from the both of his parents. Justin cursed silently, then scanned the room trying to think of what to do.
His heart pumped wildly as he finally figured out what to do, he kissed her forehead reassuringly before guiding her to the bathroom inside of the empty guest room. Lolita understood quickly that she had to comply instead of protesting like she usually would, if she wanted to keep seeing him. Justin gave her another look of reassurance before softly closing the door, Lolita on the other side biting her lip nervously.
Lolita could hear small parts of the conversation but the beating of her heart in her eardrums was distracting as well as her thoughts; what if we get caught ? She thought, lolita was worried about the consequences she would receive, not how she could possibly divorce and split apart a family, Lolita could be selfish at times. Her mother often told her that, but she obviously didn't think so.
Her thoughts told a different story.
Lolita ended up calming herself down enough to hear the tail end of Justin and Hailey's conversation, a quick I love you sealed by a kiss that was loud enough to make Lolita cringe but burn with slight jealousy. Hailey is his wife, that's what they did. So why was she getting upset that hailey was kissing her own husband. Mainly because Lolita was hidden, whilst she was kissing her husband; pathetic. She stood in the middle of the bathroom with her arms folded until the door slammed.
While Justin leaned against the door his wife left out of, she was wondering why he was even in the room alone. All the had to do was lie, which wasn't hard for him since he often lied about taking out the trash some nights and who was spending money on pay per view television. Justin pushed himself off the door, just in time for him to see Lolita exit the bathroom with a neutral expression.
"She's gone," he stated obviously, unaware that Lolita was slightly upset. Lolita slightly nodded and turned toward the mirror that happened to be mounted on the wall, with extravagant designs around the frame. She glanced at herself, pushing away her thick black locks while Justin stood behind her confused as to why she wasn't back in his arms yet. "Lola, baby we have to be more careful. I don't want my wife-"
Justin was oblivious to Lolita's thoughts, that she pushed back because she deemed them as ridiculously naïve and immature. Why was Lolita jealous? It was their marriage, she was only the foolish and naïve girl who didn't have any clue what she was doing, right? Of course not, thats why she ignored every emotion that she felt besides lust and need.
It was easier
Justin smiled slightly when she suddenly turned around, her eyes gleamed with the mischief that was once there before. "Yes, more careful. We don't want a walk in when you're kissing me, how inconvenient would that be?" she said almost breathlessly, his heart pumping wildly as she uttered those words. Lolita had sprung back into the beautiful minx she was. Justin was glad too, he was worried that she'd back out of their - well, whatever it was.
"It would be very inconvenient , let's get out of here before another straggler comes along" he slightly stammer while Lolita gave him an innocent grin, right before walking very close to him with the same expression. Wordlessly she leaned forward and slipped his phone from his pocket, swiping and typing so quickly Justin could barely keep up. He never understood how teenagers could even do things so fast, he only type to a certain speed. "what are you doing? "
Lolita said nothing, instead going through his contacts and pressing add new while saving her number under something that wouldn't raise any suspicion. Her plan was devious and would probably harm him more physically, than her. "I'm leaving today, I won't see you much." she explained, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. Lolita was putting on the innocently sexual act that she often pulled off successfully without knowing.
"Yeah, I know sweetheart but what does that have to do with my phone? "
Ignoring his question, she asked "Do you text?" Again, the older man was confused but he didn't voice it. He nodded wordlessly while Lolita's lips turned up into a small smile before muttering "good you're gonna need it with me."
"And why is that?" he questioned, not know Lolita's plan to make him the one that withered and panted upon seeing her. Not like he wasn't close to it, since just the mere thought of her made him lose his train if thought.
"You'll see"
And with that, she disappeared with a sway of her hips.
Unintentionally, of course.
By evening time, Lolita was alone in the library she discovered just yesterday. The woman of the house, Hailey, cooking dinner while watching the latest episode of greys anatomy. Not worrying about her younger sons because they had disappeared with Justin's mother hours ago. Hailey was relieved, yet she dreaded seeing the original Mrs.Bieber because the woman never really liked her. For which she always seemed to have a problem with the way hailey raised her boys, hailey didn't see a problem because her eldest son turned out decently.
But she didn't know her son was lurking in the shadows of his new obsession, Lolita. He was shameless too, as he drank up the image of her legs crossed over the other, exposing her thighs slightly. His eyes traveling to her torso up the swell of her breast, before he could stop himself he was groaning quietly; imagining seeing them again.
Mason just couldn't get the taste of her out of his mouth. He knew that it was wrong for him to just walk into her room unexpectedly and that wasn't his intention first, but he saw that she was exposed and he just couldn't stop himself. He needed to taste her, and once he did, Mason was determined to make her his. Now he was trying to muster up the courage to go talk to her without hearing the sounds of pleasure she made within his head.
It was wrong but his judgment had been clouded.
He finally straightened himself up, pushing his brown hair back with a deep sigh that was louder than he expected; Mason's heartbeat sped up when he noticed he made too much noise. Lolita's eyes snapped up towards the crack of the door, finding a disheveled looking nineteen year old.
She frowned.
Although he had startled her, she didn't like how conflicted he appeared. "Mase? Come in, why are you just standing there?" she questioned while closing the cover of the errotic novel that Mason's father urged her to read, saying think of me when you read it and of course she complied. She made sure to keep it hidden from everyone who approached her, not wanting questions to come flying at her.
So once Mason inched into the room, she covered the novel subtly with something as she would normally read for a school project Of war and Peace was the lucky candidate. Lolita studied Mason more as he drew closer, his brown eyes were looking everywhere but at her directly, his brown hair slightly messy, and his usual neat shirt contained wrinkles.
''You look troubled Mason. "
Because he was.
"I'm not," he answered back surprisingly well, considering the fact that he was fighting every nerve that screamed to reach out and touch Lolita skin. Mason blinked before clearing his throat and opening his mouth to say more, "I actually came to ask you a question." Lolita glanced up at the man expectantly, noticing small things such as the figeting and nervous eyes. She was worried about her friend, although she had been sort of neglecting being in his presence; Lolita still wondered what was on his mind.
After a short amount of silently waiting for him to find his words, Lolita sighed deeply and eached her hand out, placing it tenderly on Mason's bicep. "Come on Mason, you know you can ask me anything." Lolita said softly, her eyes gliding over his face taking in his features; At the wrong time, she was reminded of Mr. Bieber. Mason was a spitting image of his father, she wondered how she could look at him without wanting to kiss him.
Mason let his eyes reach hers, he regretted it also. As soon as they looked at each other, Mason was taken by the way her hazel eyes shined with concern; surprisingly, she cared. And at that moment, he knew he couldn't ask her what he had been dying to ask. It would ruin the little emotions she had for him, Mason didn't want that. Instead he straightened up and sputtered out the words he also wanted to say, just as much as he wanted to ask his question.
"Would you mind going out with me?" he asked hopefully, his eyes neverous as Lolita's facial expression was unreadable. She looked shocked, confused and most of all amused. "Like a real date, the ones where the girl dresses nicely and they go out for drinks- but we can't drink I'm only nineteen- we can sneak anything you want-"
Lolita's small giggle cut off his embarrassing rant, Mason's eyes snapped to her lips as they lifted up into a smile. That's when he decided that it was his favorite thing to see on her already. "I know how a date works, Mase. I'm old enough to understand the concept, I'm not a tweleve year old middle schooler who thinks holding hands is a big deal."
Mason frowned.
"I still think it is."
Lolita laughed again, this time Mason noticed how her eyes crinkled and all her teeth showed. Her laugh was the velvety type, like a purr and she didn't have to try. The sound made him wonder, what other wonderful noises could he conjure up out of her. Slowly, Lolita's laugh decreased and now she was smiling softly at him; considering everything before finally saying
"Fine, I doubt a date with you wouldn't be as bad as it sounds."
It took everything within Mason's body to control his excitement, he wanted to jump for joy or even kiss her mercilessly. But, he didn't. Instead he gave her a grin, followed by where he would take her and what time he would pick her up. Her response made his day- evening - he wondered if he would be about to control himself around Lolita. He had a date with the Lolita Haze. That was his only thought as he quietly left her in the library, his face plastered with the cockiest smirk ever.
As soon as Lolita saw that he was gone, he smile dropped. Why had she agreed to that, when she was on the verge of fùcking his dad. As far as she knew, his father tasted her, had been between her thighs. Why would she possibly agree to going on a date with Mason? She felt like an idiot, what would Mr. Bieber think? Would he shun her or turn her away for even saying yes? Surely, he wouldn't get jealous of his own son Lolita thought. Would he even get jealous over me? Doubt it.
She was wrong.
Lolita hadn't met all of Mr. Bieber.
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