Don't Look at My Man
SS by Mishelle
I snarled at the girl sitting at a table 30 feet away from us. She was totally checking Justin out and it was starting to piss me off. I looked over at Justin who was focused on the act on the stage. I moved my stool closer to him and started to rub his inner thigh. He looked over at me and smiled as he kissed my forehead. I looked over at the chick that was still looking at Justin. Justin. MY man. I gave her a dirty look and turned my attention back to Justin. I leaned in and started giving him tiny love bites on the base of his neck.
I could tell it caught him off guard because I was always the one that said ‘ no making out in the club’. I moved closed and dipped my tongue in his ear and squeezed his crotch. I caught his light moan in my mouth as I kissed him deeply. I them grabbed onto both his hands and led him out of the club. We hopped into the Limo and I turned and looked at him.
“So are we going back to your place or mine?” I asked slyly.
He gave me a lopsided sexy grin. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
I leaned into him and kissed him hungrily. WE made out for a couple more minutes until he pulled away and laughed. “Did you see that chick staring at me?”
“Yes,” I grumbled.
He shook his head. “I wasn’t interested.” I smiled. “She was hot though.”
My smile faded and I moved off of his lap. “What did you just say?”
He shrugged and laughed uncomfortably. “Did I just say that?”
I nodded “Yeah you did. I spent the whole trying to keep her away from you.”
“Oh well I wasn’t…”
I put my hand up. “Don’t talk to me.”
The whole ride home we were silent. I didn’t say anything to him and I could tell he was itching to say something. We finally arrived at my place and I quickly got out of the limo and walked up the steps to my front door. I put the key in the lock and entered my house. I turned around to close the door to see Justin walking in.
“Uh excuse me I’m mad at you.”
He gave me an irritated look. “Yeah ok.”
I put my hands on my hips. “I am.”
“ Brit.” He sighed. “Will you come over here and kiss me.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“You’re being stubborn.”
“So.”
“Brit I’m sorry It’s not like I was checking her out or anything.”
I still kept my arms crossed and looked away. “I don’t care, you still said she was hot.”
He stood up and walked towards me discarding his jacket. He placed both hands on my shoulders. “Brit I’m sorry.” He whispered.
I shook my head.