The Birthday Present
‘Meet me in room 5264 at 8:00 p.m. I’ll make this birthday a night to
remember…’

By: Ingra
(c) 2002
I read the note repeatedly, not sure what to think. JC never plays mystery
games like this, but I’m intrigued, no question about it. The rose that came
with it, had the perfect shade of red. It was deep, almost burgundy, just the
way I love them. I glance at my watch, 6:00 p.m., figuring I have more than
enough time to get ready.
An hour later, I’m soaked in the bathtub, enjoying how the hot water relaxes
every single one of my tense muscles. The vanilla scented bathing oil fills the
room and I moan lightly as I realize I have to get out soon. I force myself up
and out and put on a robe. As I step into the living room, I hear a knock at
the door. Outside I find cart, I look up and down the corridor, but there’s no
one there. My eyes fall back to the cart and I pick up the box and the rose on
it and go back inside. As I lift of the top of the box, another small note
falls out.
‘Wear this tonight…’
I look back into it and pick up a black little cocktail dress. Not exactly JC’s
style, but who am I to decide what he likes or not. The bathrobe falls to the
floor as I put on the dress, and an evil thought forms in my head. Why should
he be the only one with surprises? At a quarter to eight, I stand outside the
door with the number 5264 on it. On the doorknob I find yet another note, now
attached to a black bandana.
‘Cover your eyes with this, and then knock on the door. No peeping…'
A sly smile crosses my features as I do as I’m told and tie the bandana around
my head. The door opens as soon as my fist starts knocking and an arm comes out
to pull me inside. I hear it slam shut behind me and then being locked.
“JC… I never would’ve taken you for the type to come up with these things,” I
mumble.
“Shhh… No speaking,” he breathes into my ear.
His hands pull at the straps of my dress and it falls around my feet as the
hands keep traveling down my arm. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he
realizes my missing underwear. I grin widely when I can feel his immediate
reaction on the small of my back. His arms come around my waist as his lips
start sucking gently on my earlobe.
I turn around in his arms and my lips find his in an exploring kiss. It’s been
weeks since we last saw each other, the sexual tension is at its peak and I
start ripping off his T-shirt. My hands roam over his now bare chest and arms,
finding it more toned than I remember. “Touring does you good,” I moan as I
kiss my way down his neck and collarbone before stopping to nibble at his
already erect nipples. I reach for the windpants and slide them down along with
the boxers while getting on my knees.
My tongue comes out and licks over the tip of his cock, making him arch his
hips towards me. I grab it by the shaft and suck at the head, slowly letting my
tongue swirl around it. As I let it go, I blow at it, making him jump in shock.
I chuckle and start licking up and down his length. His hands come out to grip
my hair, and he starts thrusting into my mouth. I relax and let him find his
pace, knowing he isn’t far from climaxing already. His body tenses up a minute
later and he comes violently inside my mouth, spilling his juices. I lap up the
remains and kiss a trail back up his body.
His fingers are still in my hair when he lifts me up to meet his attacking
lips. I can feel his evident lust when he pulls me even closer and his tongue
dances even further into my mouth. Then suddenly he starts moving us across the
room, until I suddenly feel the edge of a bed at the back of my knees. He lies
down on top of me and grabs both my arms in his, forcing them over my head. I
hear him opening a drawer and pull something out. A second later I feel a soft
fabric around my wrists, tying them up at one of the bedposts. My body starts
quivering at the sensation of neither seeing what he does or being able to
touch him back anymore. He slides back down my body and his mouth finds mine
yet again.
This time I feel his arousal even more as he trails down my neck and starts
sucking my breasts. His tongue expertly teases the nubs by turn, and his
fingers slip between my legs. I spread them by instinct, wanting him to touch
me, wanting to feel him inside me. He rubs my clit back and forth, and rolls it
between his thumb and index finger. My hips buck from the bed, begging him to
give me more. I get my wish as his lips leave my breasts and continue down to
replace his fingers. Two fingers slip inside me, and his tongue teases my clit.
I can feel my body getting close to the edge already as his fingers fuck me.
The warmth spreading from my center, spreads slowly throughout my body. As the
orgasm hits me, he pins me down with both hands. His tongue continues to work
my clit throughout and prolongs my already earth shattering orgasm.
My heavy breathing slows down. “Oh Lord…” I say. “But now I need you inside me…
And fast…” He doesn’t need to be asked twice, his member slams inside me a
second later, taking me a bit by surprise. His thrusts are fast and needy, and
much to my surprise, I can feel another climax building inside me. He leans
down and I can hear his panting in my ear, turning me on even more, if
possible. We’ve had good sex before, but this time is different, there’s an
intensity between us I know hasn’t been there. His pounding inside me, pulls me
over the edge for the second time and I feel him going over with me as my walls
tighten around him. In a final thrust, he fills me, before collapsing on my
chest with a grunt. Exhausted as my body is, I fall asleep in a matter of
minutes.
When I wake an hour later, the bandana is gone from my eyes and my hands are
free. I reach for him, but the bed is empty beside me. My body feels numb and
satisfied as I sit up and look around. On the nightstand, I see a note he left
me.
‘Damn girl! I never knew…’‘
I smile and get out of bed before reaching for my dress and putting it on. I
look around the suite one last time before opening the door and stepping
outside. As I come back into my room, I find him on the floor watching TV with
the other guys.
“There you are,” I say.
“Told you I’d make it by 9,” he smiles, and gets up.
“Why did you leave me in that room all alone?” I whisper, wrapping my arms
around him.
“Leave you? I just got here, sweetie. What are you talking about?” he says
smiling and kissing me on the forehead.
“You weren’t… Are you serious? But I just saw you…”
“Then it must’ve been my twin, ‘cause me and Chris just got in. We had to stay
back at the studio,” he chuckles.
I see Chris nodding in agreement from the couch as JC pulls me close.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers in my ear.
My gaze shifts to Justin and the look on his face makes my heart stop. His eyes
lock with mine and a smirk appears as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out
something.
At that moment, I realize…
He’s holding a black bandana…