Last Call
Featuring Selena Gomez
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
February 2018
"God, I can't believe I fell for this bullshit again," Selena Gomez said as she unpacked her bags in a lavish Jamaican villa. "Every time, every damn time," she scolded herself as she hung up a thin pink floral dress. It had been four months since she had broken up with The Weeknd and was spotted riding bikes with her on again - off again ex-boyfriend Justin Bieber. This go around was no different from the past ones. Justin had called out of the blue to apologize, to plead his case about how he'd changed and grown, how he had stopped hanging out with his entourage of junkies and sluts, and Selena had, as always, naively believed his lies.
This time, though, things had been moving smoothly, with the two casually hooking up and hanging out, trying to rekindle the early parts of the relationship instead of continuing to build on their toxic past. But even Selena was powerless to change a leopard's spots, and as their plane took off, a text message from her friend Courtney landed like a grenade rolling down the aisle.
"Did you know Justin and Hailey [Baldwin] have been texting?"
"…for months"
"…I just thought you should know"
As the jet took off, the pop star tried not to think about the fact that Justin had stayed in contact with one of his dumb sluts behind her back, lying to Selena about it the whole time. She had agreed to go to Justin's dad's wedding in Jamaica and knowing that she had no escape for the next eight hours, her animosity grew as she watched Justin continue to be playful and try to charm her. Halfway through the flight, he leaned in, kissing her while his hand squeezed the inside of her thigh. "Are you sure this is okay?," she asked.
"Of course, why do you think I sent the stewardess to the cabin," Justin kissed her neck.
"But what's Hailey going to think?," Selena asked matter-of-factly. As much as she was trying to leave the baggage of their past relationships aside, there were no more second chances, no more opportunities for him to explain his way out of his messes. And while he continued to deny he was doing anything wrong since they weren't "official", they fought and fought off and on for hours until the plane finally landed.
Later, as she paced around the villa, she stopped and sat in a big hanging chair in the middle of the room. The back of the villa opened wide to a large private deck overlooking the beach and ocean. She tried to find her balance, to center herself, but the emotions were too overwhelming. "Let's move this along a bit faster," she said, pulling a bottle of tequila from the mini bar and giving herself a generous pour, "Get through a couple of days of this, then you can figure out what you want out of this relationship."
The singer spent the next few hours relaxing at the beach on her own. After a few drinks, she was finally able to forget about the messages and the fighting and just let go. Happy to just be nobody for a moment, to sit there without anyone taking photos of her or telling their life story to her or trying to get an autograph. As she laid there reading, commotion down on the shoreline caused Selena to look up. A young mother was trying to help her son skim board and he kept wiping out, much to the amusement of those looking on. "Oh man, that had to hurt," Selena quipped, but the younger guy next to her disagreed, "Nah, he'll be fin-, oh never mind, yeah that sucks," he laughed as the boy fell and was then crushed by a rogue wave. In short order, the two had struck up a casual conversation and he had moved his spot next to her, the unlikely duo laughing as they watched the young boy keep trying to skim board and continued to wipe out for one reason or another. After everything that had transpired in the hours before, it was nice to be having a playful, lighthearted conversation with someone. "I'm Clayton, by the way," the young man introduced himself. He was in his early 20's, cut just like Justin, with a full sleeve tattoo that spread to his chest. "Selena," she said, extending her arm and shaking his hand politely, her breasts shaking ever so slightly as she did.
At that moment, a waiter came up to them, looking down and inadvertently staring down the front of her swimsuit. "Do you want anything?," the Texan asked unselfishly, "I'm charging it to my room…it's a business expense," she added with a smile. The two continued chatting, laughing at the aimless commentary they were offering as they continued with their people watching. While Selena finished another margarita, Clayton took the opportunity to indulge in the view of her body. The curvy singer was wearing a white one piece bathing suit; the front featuring a few buttons between her chest that were half undone, and thin shoulder straps. With the beauty laying down on her stomach, Clayton's position caddy corner from her allowed him to focus on the way her cleavage was on display as he looked back, but after he moved closer, he became focused on the way the back plunged down to her hips and met the thong bottom. Selena could tell he was constantly checking her out, having caught him looking on more than one occasion, but didn't say anything to stop him, happy someone other than Justin was getting to enjoy the view. "You know, I got here just a few minutes before you did and, not that I was watching, but I noticed that after you set up you never put any tanning lotion on. Mind if I help?"
Normally, Selena's instinct would have been to say 'no', especially if she was in a committed relationship, but between the fight on the plane and the amount of alcohol she had already consumed, it was easy to give in. "It would be great if you could get my back," she said flirtatiously. Clayton knelt next to her and poured the warm oil from the bottle to his hands and began to rub them into Selena's back. "Oh, oh that's so good, thank you," she said softly, his application a cross between practical and sensual. The tattooed guy daringly dipped his fingertips into the back of her suit, making sure to apply the oil to portions of her body that were covered…just so he could touch her. "Mhmmm, can you get my legs too, while you're doing it?" she asked, and much to his joy, spread her legs just enough so that he could see the small swatch of fabric covering her most treasured area as he oiled up her back and inner thighs. "Did you need any applied?," she asked, rolling onto her side. She squeezed the bottle of oil and made a stream of the lotion shoot from the spout, partially hoping that Justin was watching.
"If you could get my back too, that would be perfect," he said, promptly switching places with her. Unlike Clayton, Selena straddled him, sitting on his butt as she worked the slick lotion into his skin. She rocked and leaned forward, making sure she got the entirety of his back neck and arms. "Can you just…," he rolled quickly, somehow managing to keep Selena on top of him as he did, "…can you do my chest since you're already going?" The actress didn't respond and started to apply the lotion to his torso, unconsciously biting her lip as her hands explored his chiseled abs, her pussy beginning to ache as she sat directly on his crotch, his shaft pinned under her weight. Her body was rocking back and forth on his, feeling his dick grow harder as she made sure to ensure full coverage. "Oh yeah, that's the spot," Clayton smiled as his rod, now fully engorged, throbbed right between her hot lips, "get some more up on my next…my side," coaxing her to new positions to keep her moving on his lap. She was too angry at Justin and too buzzed to care if he knew what was going on as she continued rocking, but just as it was becoming harder and more undeniably noticeable that she was actively just grinding on him, her phone began to ring.
"Ohhh shit, sorry! I've gotta run, thanks for getting my back." And just like that, she hopped off Clayton, his eyes locked on her ass and thighs as she shook her hips and pulled up a pair of sheer white pants over her bathing suit. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at him, "Maybe I'll see you around!"
As the brunette began to make her way back toward the villa, a voice called out while she hurried down the beach, "Selena, honey! Over here!"
"Aunt Heidi!?," Selena exclaimed, excited to see Justin's aunt. "How are you!?"
Aunt Heidi was Justin's 'cool' aunt, and had always had a good relationship with the Texan, frequently being the only one to take her side when the two fought. "Not as good as you, sweetheart, look at you!" she said, taking Selena's hand and spinning her around to look at her. "Sit down, let's get you a drink!"
"Don't we have to get ready for the…"
"Nonsense. They told Justin he had to be there at 5:00 so that they could go through the wedding stuff with him, We don't have to be anywhere until 7:00 for dinner." Selena sat down, and the two caught up for an hour before another voice from behind startled her, "Well if it isn't my two favorite girls!" Justin crouched down and put his arms around the two before giving each a big kiss on the cheek and joining the pair. Aunt Heidi was so happy to see Selena back in Justin's life, and began asking the barely-a-couple how they had gotten back together this time, how they had been spending their time. Justin recanted the stories of their past few months, and Selena, now inebriated, kept interjecting, adding anecdotes to Justin's stories and keeping the Canadian in his place as his aunt laughed on, "Oh you two make such a good team, I'm so happy that you're back together".
As the trio kept laughing together at the stories, Selena began to slip back under Justin's spell. It was always these parts of him that she fell for. They way he was with his family, how good he was with his younger cousins, how he supported his mom. She would always melt when he acted like this, so kind and compassionate, the total opposite of how he treated everyone else. Selena sat close to him, touching him, giggling, thinking about his touch. 'What if I reacted too harshly earlier?'
It wasn't long before they realized the time and began to make their way back to their villas to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, their laughs as boisterous as ever as they walked the path. Justin was in between Selena and his aunt, unable to keep his hands off the beautiful girl, shamelessly groping her ass even as she playfully fought to keep his hand away. Just as his aunt turned to go to her door, the Canadian grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, kissing her in the middle of the path. "Sel, hold on a minute."
"I'm sorry for the whole Hailey thing. I really didn't know what our situation was, and we'd been talking for a while. We're just friends—-"
"Who've hooked up before."
"Yeah, I'm still sorry about that," he said, seemingly sincere. "I'll stop talking to her if we're going to be together," he promised. Selena threw her hands around his neck and kissed him. It wasn't her intention to reconcile so easily, but as much as she would deny it, he was always able to game her.
When they were finally back at the villa, Selena dropped the sheer pants and opened the four buttons at the top of her swimsuit, doing nothing but walking around and teasing her on-again off-again boo, who sat in a lounge chair naked and watched her simply existing, becoming aroused with her massive display of cleavage. The brunette let down her hair and looked back at him, the same way she had looked at Clayton on the beach earlier. Slowly, she dropped the top down to her waist, holding her tits with one arm as she pushed the rest down to her ankles, then stepped into the shower.
Selena let the warm water fall over her head and shoulders, pausing after she cleaned off to let it wash over her. As she stood there with her eyes closed, she eventually felt a touch on her hips, then another, then a body against hers. Not pushing away, she braced herself against the wall as his stiff cock pushed against her ass and his hands pawed at her tits.
"I've been looking forward to this all day," Justin said as he pushed on the small of her back, trying to get Selena to angle herself for him.
"Looking forward to what?"
"The make up sex," he responded nonchalantly as his shaft slid between her thighs, grazing her pussy lips.
"Oh is that what you've been waiting for, honey?," Selena said matter-of-factly, spinning around and pushing the Canadian against the wall perpendicular to the luscious spray of warm water. "That's what you wanted? To fuck me like a dirty girl all over this villa?"
The brunette stood at his side, cock in hand as the water hit her chest. Justin's hands were attached to her soft skin like a magnet, pawing at her tits and ass. "God…yes…I love it when you talk dirty." She began to stroke, continuing to whisper dirty nothings in his ear as he struggled to touch her holes with his fingertips. She could hear his breath beginning to stagger and stepped in front of him, his tip rubbing against her tight stomach as she stroked faster, one hand on his shaft, the other cupping his balls. "Oh god, I need you, I need to fuck you," he moaned.
"How bad?"
"So bad, just bend over already…" Justin was caught off guard and cut off by the glistening girl, tightly squeezing his dick. "You'd don't get to be a dick, make me feel like an idiot, and then expect sex. No. Now you're not getting anything," she said, a mixture of shock and pain plastered across his face as she finally let go, shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Justin stood there aching as he watched his maybe girlfriend seductively shaking her ass as she dried off before leaving the bathroom, happy to leave him with a serious case of blue balls.
The next time Justin saw Selena, she was waiting by the door to the restaurant in a lovely knee-length cocktail dress, catching up with a few of Justin's family members. "Oh there you are, baby, I thought you'd be closer behind when you told me to go on ahead!," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as if nothing had happened. "Uhh, yeah, sorry about that, you know how it goes when nature calls," he feigned a laugh, putting an arm around her as they all walked in. The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch; the drinks flowing as Selena occupied her time between dancing with the aunts and children, and laughing and spending time with Justin as if nothing was wrong. Eventually, Justin's dad got on a microphone and thanked all in attendance for coming down, ending the night on the early side and promising that the party would continue the next day at his wedding.
Selena and Justin stumbled as they left the restaurant, Justin grabbed for her hand. Selena held it momentarily, before putting it on her ass, encouraging him to feel her up as they walked down the boardwalk to their villa. He pushed her against the door and kissed her as they finally arrived. Selena reciprocated without hesitation, holding onto him with one hand while trying to find the key fob with the other. By the time that the door chimed and unlocked, he had already lifted the dress and had his hands on her bare ass, pawing at her tanned cheeks as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was so drunk and horny that she didn't care where their relationship was going. She needed to fuck.
The tattoo'd boy dropped her on the bed and began to kiss her neck, doing everything he could to pull her dress down. The straps fell off her shoulders, down her arms and continued following her body down to her hips until she laid there in nothing but a small black thong. "Don't move," he said, leaving her alone and walking to the bathroom, "I'll be right back".
Selena lay there waiting. 'This is going to be a mistake,' she thought in a fleeting moment of sobriety. But as her fingers traced up her hips, the desire and need pulsed through her body and, just like every other time before, the logical thoughts dissipated, and she surrendered to lust.. Suddenly, her moment of elation was interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone, but the brunette ignored it and started to touch herself as she waited for Justin to come back. Selena pulled her finger up her barely clad privates, pressing lightly and letting the tip of her digit split the lips through the damp fabric. The feeling was wonderful, her body on fire as she explored her warm stomach before her hand slid effortlessly into the top of her thong and finally touched her hot, wet sex. "Mhmmmmmm," she moaned, letting her middle finger softly work between the lips, wetting them with her own juices before pushing it in, just as she cupped one of her plump breasts and tweaked her nipple. "Ahhhhhhhhh…fuck," the phone rang again. Selena rolled over to the end table and picked up Justin's phone with her wet hand, "Hailey B." She knew she shouldn't, but she answered the phone anyway.
"Hello? Baby? Is now a good time?" the female voice on the other line responded.
Selena tried to say something, but anger choked the words in her throat.
"Justin, honey, is she asleep yet?"
Selena threw the phone with enough force that it dented the wall, "FUCK!". She jumped off the bed, grabbing Justin's discarded dress shirt before storming out of the door.
The furious brunette made her way to the beach, the shirt barely buttoned and barely covering bubbly butt as she walked along the shore. 'That fucking asshole.' She headed away from the resort and toward the long closed amenity area, walking under the long wooden pier, kicking the warm tide as the water splashed on the beach.
"Selena?," a voice called from above.
"Huh, who is…Clayton? Is that you?," she asked, looking up at the shadowy figure sitting on the pier in the dark alone.
"Can I return the favor?," he asked, holding up a bucket full of beer bottles. "Actually, yeah you can," she said, already drunk, but needing the release from the recent events. Instead of choosing to walk back down the pier and around the large rock formation, Clayton took the most direct route and jumped off the pier, barely sticking his landing and bumping into Selena. "Woah, you're crazy!," she giggled as he stumbled over and sat down, clearly hurt. "It's just an ankle," he said as cool as he could. Clayton watched her in the moonlight now that she was close, taking notice of how her shirt was barely affixed, held together by two buttons down at her waist, leaving most of her braless tits out in the open. His eyes were locked on the open "V" of the shirt as he handed her a bottle, hoping that the light breeze would catch the edge of the shirt and blow it open for him. The brunette chugged it and tossed the bottle over her shoulder. She noticed that Clayton's eyes were firmly glued to her chest and, after reaching for another bottle, she leaned back and let the cool ocean blow open her shirt. "How's the view?" Selena asked, knowing full well that Clayton was getting a peek of her hardened nipple.
"You know, you'd think it would be better higher up, but it's actually perfect right here," he replied, hypnotized by her body and the way the light breeze was pushing that light fabric around. Selena kept her head mostly forward, slyly watching Clayton from the corner of her eye, trying to see just how long he'd keep staring. "You know, it'd be nice to have a rod right now," Selena said as a school of fish splashed in the shallows close by, feeding in the moonlight. "Yeah…a rod," he mumbled.
"So… do you have one to give me or what?" She was straight forward as she could be while looking down at the tent in his swim trunks. Clayton just stared as she undid the buttons of the shirt, letting one side fall, the shirt holding on to her left nipple for dear life. "C'mon, take it out," Selena smirked, letting the other sleeve of the shirt fall, "let me see your rod," she added with a wink, running her hand up his thigh. The blonde finally snapped out of his gaze and realized that the beauty in front of him was only wearing a tiny black thong underneath the shirt. Down under the pier, tucked in the little crescent alcove of beach rock Clayton refused to walk around, they were afforded just the right amount of privacy from anyone looking out from the boardwalk. "If you show me yours," the seductive brunette whispered so sensually as she leaned closer and ran her hand over the obvious pole in his shorts, "...I'll show you mine." Clayton quickly stripped out of his shorts, his erection springing out and slapping his thigh as he laid next to her. "Mmm, I bet you've caught a lot of fish with this," she said, dragging the tip of her finger across his shaft. "Your turn," Clayton said, his hard dick twitching with excitement as she started to tease him, opening the shirt painfully slow. One heavy, juicy and tanned breast came into full view, then the other, Selena's open shirt flapping away as she arched her back slightly and pushed her chest out so the shirt slid briskly over her shoulders and down her arms, so that her new friend could take in the full spectacle of those full and round flesh globes crowned with the prettiest pink hard nipples the young man had ever seen. "It's a bit chilly tonight, don't you think?" the busty singer giggled, loving Clayton's enraptured expression as he struggled to find the words to say something back.The two of them stared at each other for only a minute before Selena made the first move and grabbed his hard shaft, "you should warm me up," she smirked just before he leaned in and kissed her, not needing an invitation. The Texan pushed against him, her soft breast smashed against his chest. before swinging a leg over his and kissing him, deeper, harder than before. She knew this was a mistake, hooking up with some random guy on a beach, in public, with all of Justin's family around, but she couldn't care less. Justin had done this to her, HE had pushed her away. She wrapped her hand around his hard shaft and slowly began to stroke as the base rested just against her already wet pussy. He was like Justin, a little girthier and a little bigger. 'I can't believe I was going to let that cheater fuck me again,'' she thought as she held him in place and slid her barely covered pussy along the rod below her, 'this is so much better." Just as she felt his engorged head, he put both hands on her hips, rolled her over onto her back and removed her thong in one fell swoop. Before she knew it, he had his face between her legs, his tongue attacking her pussy with youthful enthusiasm. "Oh my god," she moaned, running her fingers through his hair and holding his head in place. His tongue explored her slit before he started to kiss the inside of her thighs, letting his lips move around her soft, sensitive skin and finally settling on her pussy lips. "Oh, tongue, use your tongue again," she moaned, closing her hand in her head and pulling him in.
Clayton dug his tongue into Selena's wet cunt, lapping up her sweet, delicious juices as her body ached and arched, trying to help him push deeper. Justin hadn't done this to her since they were teens, let alone ever with this kind of enthusiasm. The singer was already starting to lose it. She reached for Clayton's hand and pulled it up. Looking down, she could see him looking up at her in the moonlight as she took his middle finger and brought it to her mouth. Selena kissed the top of the tip of his finger and, while maintaining eye contact, began to suck on the digit. She swirled her tongue around it, almost as a preview before guiding it to her pussy. Clayton didn't need to be told what to do and quickly slid inside of her, never breaking the connection of his tongue and her sex. The finger began to work like a piston, stimulating the actress from the inside as the tip of his tongue continued to slide up and down her treasured slot. "Faster, go faster," she moaned, begging him to take her over the edge. As he tried his best to give her everything she demanded, Selena grabbed his head and started to grind on his face, making sure to use his tongue on her clit and she got closer and closer to the orgasm. Clayton took both of his hands and cupped her ass, supporting her as she bucked her hips on her face. "Oh god, that's it, don't stop, don't change anything," she struggled to say, pulling him harder, deeper against her until her body started to shake. "Ohmhmmm, oh…godddd…yesssssss," she moaned loudly, trying not to scream and draw attention to her and the random boy out on the beach.
"Ughhh, fuck, give it to me," she said, struggling as she fought the aftershocks of her orgasm. Selena pulled him tenderly by his cock and Clayton shimmied up the sand so that the gorgeous, moonlit girl could simply push him back and roll between his legs and get his cock in her mouth. "Mhmmm… mhmmmmmmm," she moaned as she eagerly bobbed up and down on the swollen rod. Once she had him in her mouth, Selena thought about how similar, yet, just how much different he was to her wedding date. Clayton's cock stretched her mouth just a little wider, and it made her gag just a little louder as it pushed to the back of her throat, but was all worth it because knowing that Justin was sitting back in the villa alone while she pleasured a man with a bigger, better cock than his, heightened the experience for her to a whole different level .
Still laying on her stomach, the young starlet worked purposefully, sucking him with just the right, perfectly controlled pace. She wasn't trying to make him blow, no, she was simply enjoying the moment, delighted to have a nice cock to suck on while she continued to finger her own tender pussy, consumed by the thought of getting back at her cheating boyfriend. But eventually, she started to tremble once again as she focused on her clit, another light orgasm ripping through her body, making her cry and moan with her mouth still around Clayton's meat.
"Ohh god, that was so good," she said, slapping his sensitive tip softly after her cheek. Clayton groaned as he reached down to move her hair out of her face so he could watch Selena kissing his shaft, spending extra time licking and teasing the head.
From his back, the lucky guy watched as she climbed to her knees and swallowed him whole. Selena buried a finger inside herself and licked the tip, twirling her tongue just around the nail and smiling at her own taste before she took her two fingers and "walked" them up his body, finally plunging the still wet digit into his mouth. "I needed that," she said softly, lightly running her thumb over his engorged head. "Now I'm going to return the favor." She paused, "you want me to return the favor, right?" It was a silent agreement, his breathing was labored and heavy. The way she was acting, so confident and seductive, asking questions she already knew the answer to, and not moving her finger to let him respond. Clayton almost came right then and there.
The luckiest guy at the resort watched Selena Gomez bobbing her head, her groaning inaudible as she used her mouth with an unrelenting rhythm. The view of the most beautiful girl in the world, drenched in the bright moonlight accenting her every curve against the dark sky, was becoming too much. He was starting to throb wildly, he wasn't going to last much longer and Selena could sense it. "Give it to me, give it to me, I want it," she begged, one hand gently rolling on his balls, the other twisting on the sloppy shaft as if it were an extension of her mouth. "Oh…fuck…ughh…I'm gonna….cumminngggggg," he moaned loudly as his hips began to buck. Selena fought through it like an expert, continuing her motions as his body shook and he unloaded into her mouth. She squeezed tight, the throbbing cock shooting load after thick hot load between her warm, hungry lips as she effortlessly swallowed it down.
"Oh…holy…god." He collapsed, unable to make a coherent sentence as she pulled away, the tiniest bit of cum clinging to her lip while she gave his head one final kiss.
"Thank you. I needed that," she said, taking a moment to catch her breath before starting to look around for her panties and the discarded shirt. Standing up naked in the middle of the beach, Selena walked over to her panties and bent forward without bending her knees, giving the boy a view of the ocean with two beautiful moons before she turned for her shirt. Grabbing it, she threw it back on and started to walk away with a bounce in her step, Clayton watching her ass bounce as the light, unbuttoned shirt flowing in the wind, "See you around!"
When she finally got back to the villa, she took a second as she opened the door, trying to mentally prepare for whatever might come next. But the lights were off as she walked in, and she found Justin already in bed. The brunette dropped the shirt and slid in next to him, still naked. "I'm sorry," the Canadian singer said to her as she snuggled up close, downplaying, as always, what had caused her to leave. Selena turned to him and kissed him deep, forcing her tongue into his mouth for one last good night kiss. "I love you," he said softly and passed out. She rolled over, a big smile across her face as she followed suit.
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The next morning, Selena woke up alone, Justin having already left to tend to his duties as his father's best man. The brunette rolled around in the luscious, soft bed; her naked body barely covered by the light sheet curled around her leg and bunched up against her chest. She looked out through the large open balcony doors and listened to the relaxing sound of the water crashing on the beach.
Selena cupped her face, "Ahhhhhhhhhh my headdd," she moaned, the pain of the hangover sitting in. 'I can't believe last night happened,' she thought as she stumbled to the minibar and cracked the bottle of Advil. Selena swallowed the two pills and chugged a bottle of water while staring at a bottle of tequila. 'May as well start early,' she thought, pouring a glass. The naked brunette stopped to pick up Justin's discarded shirt and threw it on quickly to stop any prying eyes from seeing her pristine body. She walked over to the balcony and leaned against it, letting the sun's refreshing waves wash over her. The Texan sipped on her drink, feeling guilty about having hooked up with another guy the night before. Regardless of how she had felt at that moment, she was still on vacation with Justin and his family, and what she had done with Clayton at the beach was not only wrong but reckless; anyone could have caught them. But the more she stood there thinking about it, the more she realized it wasn't so much that she felt bad for Justin, but more so because of what it could have done to his family if someone had caught her. In fact, it was quite the opposite with Justin. The way Hailey had spoken on the phone had confirmed the gossip she was told on the plane, and that Justin had once again lied to her. She was justified in letting herself have some fun, and more importantly, she wasn't going to just sit back and let Justin make her a pawn in the endless blame game that was their relationship.
By the early afternoon, Selena had already beaten herself up and forgiven herself numerous times. She had a minor buzz going, figuring that if the Advil she had taken earlier wouldn't beat the headache, the alcohol would. After soaking in the shower and getting ready, she left the villa wearing a light pink floral print kimono, the dress situated just right so that the belt around her waist held the top seam in position, with a deep opening down to her mid chest, and the bottom off to the side of her left leg, gratuitously showing off her tanned thigh.
As she made her way to the overlook for the ceremony, she once again ran into Aunt Heidi, who was happy to continue catching up. "Oh, Selena, it's so refreshing that you're back in the picture. Those other girls, ugh, they were just no good. All so stuck up and snobby and dumb. It was just painful to have a conversation with them. The brunette winced and faked a smile, she knew Justin's aunt meant the compliment genuinely, but regardless, Selena was still hurt by the thought of all the other girls he had been bringing around when they may have been together. The two of them made their way to the seats toward the front, and waited for the ceremony to start. They watched as Justin's Dad walked down the aisle alone, and waited for the rest of the party to meet him. The wedding party followed in pairs, Justin, acting as best man, coming second, followed by a few of his cousins and dad's friends.
"Please stand," the MC requested, and the crowd rose, everyone turning to watch the Bride, Chelsey, waiting at the base of the aisle. As the rest of the crowd clapped and cheered, Selena's heart dropped; Chelsey was being escorted to the altar by none other than Clayton. "Who's that?," she asked Aunt Heidi. "That's Chelsey's son, Clayton," she responded, "…I think he's a little younger than you and Justin." The crowd sat, and the ceremony continued with Selena quietly having an anxiety attack. "You may now kiss the bride!," the MC exclaimed, and sent the happy couple on their way, the bridal party disappearing for photos and the guests leaving their seats to be shuttled back down to their villa for the party.
Selena made a B-line for the bar once they arrived, "two shots of Tequila, please!" The bartender put the two drinks on the bar and Selena instantaneously poured them into one cup and shot it back hoping to numb herself of Heidi's revelation. Thankfully for her, the bridal party had gone down the beach, and she was able to push the memory from her mind when two of Justin's little cousin's came running over and started tugging at her dress. "Okay, okay girls, let's go and dance!"
Towards the end of the cocktail hour, Justin finally showed up, pushing himself in between his cousins to dance with Selena. "Hey, babe!," he said, pulling her in for a kiss that she reciprocated half-heartedly, "Having fun?"
"The girls have been keeping me company," she smiled, pulling away to grab one of the girl's hands. "Come with me…," he said, grabbing her wrist, "there's someone I want you to meet." The pair stopped at the bar, where the blonde boy was waiting for them. "This is my new step-bro, Clayton. Clayton, this is the ole ball and chain, Selena." The Latina was stunned, forced in front of the same boy with whom she'd drunkenly fooled around with the night before. "Hello," he said charmingly, "…we actually met on the beach yesterday." Selena did her best to put on a wholesome smile and gave the boy a kiss on the cheek. "It's nice to meet you as family, Clayton," she said as calmly and happily as she could feign. "This dude fits right in, he's probably the best addition!," Justin said, and they both laughed as Selena stood there quietly, watching the two guys feeding off each other's dumb comments until a voice shouted, "Justin! Justin! Come over here!," and he briskly left her alone with his new step-brother.
Selena watched Justin walk away and hug a bunch of people, then turned to Clayton and shoved him, playfully but firmly. "What the fuck? You knew who I was?"
"I mean, you're Selena Gomez," he nervously laughed.
"Un-fucking-believable," she said, turning to the bar and covering her face. "What's the big deal, we weren't family yet," he tried to side step, the same way Justin would have. "Beside's Justin said you—"
BRRROOOOONNNNGGGG. The sound of a gong rang loudly through the pavilion, signifying the end of the cocktail hour. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Please make your way to your seats as we prepare to welcome your bride and groom!" Selena turned to Clayton, only to see him being whisked away by the bridal attendant, "C'mon, you're running late!," the woman chastised him as she escorted him away.
Selena made her way to table 7, a new drink in each hand, and watched the entrance unfold. Thankfully, she was able to keep a smile as starters were served and, with Clayton sitting on the other side of the room, it was easier for her to forget about what had happened and get lost chatting with Justin's aunts', laughing and joking as the drinks continued to flow.
Fortunately, with the boys being in the wedding party, they were frequently called away for photos and, for a majority of the evening, Selena was able to occupy her time with the company of Justin's relatives; happy to distract herself playing with his cousins who kept coming to find her. Life was simpler with them; no fighting, no gossip, nothing but carefree attitudes and a genuine happiness. Even when Justin would reappear, she continued to enjoy herself. Not having to talk and simply spending the time dancing made it easy for her to think of the good times they had spent together.
"Excuse me, girls," Selena knelt down and gave them big hugs, "I need to get a drink," she said, before heading back to the bar. "Can I have a margarita please?"
"Make that two," a voice called, and she turned to see Clayton walking up to the bar. Selena rolled her eyes, still pissed off. "What, why the cold shoulder?," he asked, trying to make conversation. "What did Justin say?," she demanded.
"Huh?"
"You were saying he told you something, before you got pulled away. What did he say?," she repeated, clearly annoyed.
"Oh, I mean, he just told me how you guys were in an open relationship, so I–"
"He said what!?," she gasped.
"He said—"
"I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID," Selena interrupted him sternly. "So even if that was true, you think that gives you carte blanche to let me suck your dick without saying anything?"
"It didn't seem like a big deal to me, you made the first move on m—"
"AHHHHH," she yelled, the commotion drowned out by the loud music as she stormed off. 'Is everyone in this family twisted?,' she asked herself as she started to walk toward the house. Instead of taking the direct way, she chose to go around and in through the front door, hoping to avoid everyone and maybe find a small nook to have a moment alone in. 'Would he really say that? To his new stepbrother?,' she thought, unsure of what to believe. On one hand, she absolutely could believe he would say that to seem cool to the people giving him attention, while on the other, it wasn't something out of his normal playbook.
The Texan heard giggling as she got close to the corner of the villa. "Shhhh, c'mon we don't have much time," the male voice said. "Mhmm okay, okay, I just can't…ohh!"
Hoping not to interrupt the couple and give them the same courtesy that she assumed she had gotten the night before, Selena peaked around the corner, curious to see who had picked this secluded spot to get frisky. She giggled after noticing that the girl obscuring the boy was wearing one of the servers outfits, thinking of the numerous times she'd snuck out on an event to satisfy her, or more often Justin's needs. As much as she hated the way he'd often act in those moments, effectively forcing himself on her, she couldn't help but admit just how thrilling it was sneaking off for a quickie when people were waiting for them.
"C'mon, let me do it."
"I don't know… If we get caught, I'll lose my job."
Selena bit her lip and watched closely, curious as to which of the guests was getting lucky. She watched the server's dress lift and couldn't help but get turned on, not just watching, but wondering how many times her and Justin have been caught just like this. "No don'ttt…," his hand brushed the skin high up her thigh and the server's body shook. "…tttt stop. Fine, we've gotta be quick, though." Selena stopped dead. Not at the server's change of heart, not at the way she leaned against the wall and lifted her skirt up, not at the sight of an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. She was disgusted by the revelation that the guy the server was with was none other than Justin.
The singer stormed off just as the server's hands pawed at her ex's belt. 'That motherfucker,' she thought, pissed off at him for being a pig and angry at herself for once again thinking he could or would change. As Selena turned the corner of the path and approached the party, her demeanor began to change, and she began to walk with purpose, circling the dance floor like a tigress hunting her prey until she made her way to Clayton. She put her hand on his shoulder and spun around him, rubbing her body against his as she began to dance and grind on him. Justin's new step-brother held tight, following Selena's every move. The brunette spun around, her dress twirling wide, and she stopped with her back toward Clayton, grinding her plump butt into his crotch and evident erection.
"C'mon," she said, yanking him and leading him toward the empty bar. But as they got to it, Selena kept pulling him past it, leading him down the stairs to the yard. Clayton stayed quiet as he watched her look around before she turned and shoved him backwards, pushing him into a small nook behind the planter at the base of the stairs. "What are we—," he was cut off as Selena jumped into his arms and began to kiss him. He was confused, but in no position to argue with her actions.
"It's time you find out just how open this relationship is," she said as she pulled the tie on her hip and let the kimono fall to the floor. Though he had gotten a look the night before, in the twilight he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her long jewelry dangled between her perky breasts that shook as she worked the buttons on his shirt and pants. Clayton spun her around, barely slowing to take in the view of the strappy lingerie she had on, light blue to match the accents on her dress, with two thin straps that rode her hips and a floral, see-thru lace in the front. Having let go of her hand, she leaned forward, spit on his shaft and began to stroke it, lubricating the whole length. "Ughhh," the blonde young man groaned, reaching forward and putting a finger into Selena's mouth. She sucked on the digit, twirling her tongue around it, until he pulled out and reached down into her panties, easily sliding it between her wet lips and into her hot hole. "Ohhhhh godddd," she moaned, thinking that she was merely catching up to Justin.
"Fuck," she said, catching her breath and leaning against the planters, "get down there," she demanded and threw him down as she pulled the little piece of the thong over her ass cheek. Clayton didn't need special direction and was quickly on his ass, leaning against the stones defining the planter. Selena mounted him, half in a squat, and in one motion pushed his cock against her crotch and rode up it, her lips cupping his length before sliding over the head and plunging all the way down on his shaft. "Ohhhhmmmmhmmm," she moaned, rocking her hips and getting used to his size. "How's this for open?," she asked as she rose up slow and dropped down hard, rolling her hips at the bottom. "Fuckkkk," Clayton moaned, ignoring Selena's comment.
The brunette rode him with a rhythmic pace, bouncing up and down on his turgid cock like it was a pogo stick. He was hypnotized by her body, and the way her tits bounced up and down as she impaled herself on his rod. Selena wrapped her hands around his neck, needing nothing from him but his hard cock. "Touch me," she demanded, and snapped him from his haze. His hands ran up her thighs, holding on as she ass-slammed into his lap. Eventually, the brunette bottomed out on him and began to gyrate, giving herself a break as she rolled her hips in small circles. "More…," she said exasperated, yanking his head forward into her chest. Selena was a woman possessed, and Clayton was just along for the ride. He began to lick her erect nipples, sucking softly as he kneaded the other with his free hand. Then he cupped her ass, helping to aid in her gyrations as he pinched the nipple free of his mouth, soliciting a rather audible reaction from Selena. Now that the initial shock of being with Selena Gomez had passed, Clayton was proving to be a capable lover.
"Mmmmm, am I as open as Justin said?," she asked, "Did he tell you to go for it? Or did you think I'd be this much of a slut?"
"Are you okay down there?," a voice called out from over the top of the bushes.
"Don't move," she whispered, putting a finger on his lips before standing up and peaking her head just over the bushes.
"I'm fine, thank you!," she said cheerfully, trying to dismiss the prying waitress, who she now recognized as the same one she had caught fooling around with Justin. "I just," she lifted her leg and placed it over Clayton's shoulder on to the small stone wall,; "…I ripped my dress and I needed a minute to gather my thoughtssssss." The last word trailed off as she grabbed Clayton by the back of the head and yanked his lips to hers. Both of his hands clapped against her ass and he began to devour her, just like Selena wanted. "Woulddd you be ahh ahhhh ahhhh doll and not let aaaaaanyone know I'm hereeeee," she struggled to get out.
"Yes, ma'am," the waitress said with a smile, pretending to zip her lips and throw away the key.
"Jesus, you eat pussy so much better than your new brother," she quipped as she began to grind her pussy against his face. Clayton stayed focused on the prize at hand, lapping between her lips and letting his tongue flick over her sensitive clit. "Ooohhhhhh," she moaned, her legs buckling as she incidentally impaled herself on his waiting finger. Selena was in bliss and, with her eyes just over the bushes, she watched the party continue on without either of them, and her future Ex continuing to eye fuck the waitresses around the party in her absence. "C'monnnn," she moaned loudly, sure that no one was around. With his hand supporting her ass, she held his head and started to fuck his face and finger until she started to shake, "Fuck, get that dick inside me!"
The brunette relinquished his head and finally let him gasp for air, his mouth and chin coated in the delicious mixture of their combined juices. Quickly, she was on her hands and knees in front of him, shaking that tight ass as an open invitation. Clayton followed suit, running his finger over the lacey bit of her thong and pulling it further to the side as he slapped his wet shaft against the other cheek. "Gimme that," he demanded as he effortlessly slid into her. "Justin didn't tell me anything about you being a slut, you showed me that yourself," he told her as he drove into her harder and harder.
"Just like that, hit it like that," she whimpered as she dropped her chest lower to the ground. Clayton leaned back, his hand pushing on the small of her back so that he could watch his entire length disappear inside her, noticing that Selena was starting to rock her hips, fucking him back as he drove in. SMACK, a loud crack filled the evening air as he slapped her ass, an action that only encouraged her to throw herself back harder. "I'm soo close," she moaned just as the blonde felt her fingers brushing his balls. Knowing that she was rubbing her clit, he grabbed her hips with both hands and unleashed his pace.
BAP, BAP, BAP
He drilled into her, ignoring her cries and moans, ignoring that she was starting to shake. "Ohhhhh… ahhhhhh… AHHHH YESSS," she cried, and Clayton finally relented, driving himself deep inside her and holding her tight, savoring the feeling of her pussy quivering on his dick. "Fuck," he said with a heavy breath, "…I'm so close to cumming," he whispered to her. Selena reached back, lightly pushing him away with her finger tips. As quickly as she could, she spun herself around, her legs shaking as she got on her knees and swallowed Clayton's cock. He stood there with the back of his head just visible over the bushes, but the risk didn't matter any more; all that mattered was the gorgeous brunette between his legs who was attempting to suck his soul out of his dick.
"Mhmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm," Selena moaned as she swallowed the rod, her right hand moving up and down with her lips, the left cupping his balls. She worked faster, more furiously, then stopped to a crawl, using the opportunity to catch her breath without ever taking it out of her mouth. But once she picked up her pace again, it was over for Justin's new stepbrother. "Fuuuuuuahhhhuuuuhhhhhhuuuckkkkk," he moaned, grabbing her head with both hands and starting to trust. Selena relented, putting both hands on his hips and letting him do the work, her lips locked tight, sucking like a lollipop as his pace became sporadic. When the first rope of cum shot out and hit the back of her throat, she grabbed on the shaft and began to stroke wildly. Staring up into his eyes with her mouth latched on to the tip, she pumped load after load of his thick cum, directing into her eager and waiting mouth until there was not a drop left inside of him. "Ahhhhhh," she groaned, opening it and showing all of his seed to him, doing her best not to let any of it spill out.
Clayton collapsed to the ground and laid there naked as Selena closed her mouth and swallowed his load like it was nothing. She calmly fixed her thong and put her discarded dress back on. "That's how open our relationship is,"she said, calmly fixing the knot at her waist before leaving him alone with a wink.
The Texan returned to the party just as dinner was being served, but barely touched her meal. "Everything okay, honey?," Aunt Heidi asked. "Yeah, I just filled up a little on cock—hiccup—cocktails," she said with a smile.
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"I can't believe you wouldn't fuck last night!," Justin yelled as the plane closed its approach to LAX. "When did you become such a prude!"
"You can't believe it? We were supposed to be exclusive, and you're still messing around with Hailey!
"Ugh, this shit again. We were just texting!"
"You also fucked that waitress!"
"Oh stop it with the waitress, I told you, nothing happened!," he dismissed her.
"Oh, nothing happened? I just assumed it did, you know, since we're in an open relationship?"
"What?"
"Isn't that what you told your new step-brother? 'Cause that's what he told me… before he fucked my brains out."
"Yeah, right," Justin scoffed, "Whatever, Sel. If you want to be a child and keep making shit up like that, then be my guest."
They spent the final minutes of the trip in complete silence until the plane parked. When Selena got up to leave, Justin tried to give her a kiss goodbye. "What are you doing? Don't you get it? We're done you idiot!," she said walking away to the waiting car, her finger held high and proudly in the air. 'Whatever, she'll come back eventually. She always does,' Justin said to himself before his driver picked him up.
But on the way home, he couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said and what she knew about the waitress. Eventually enough doubt crept into his mind that his confidence was eroded and just had to know for sure. "Yo', bro, did you tell Selena I told you her and I were in an open relationship?"
"Broooo. Yeah, I didn't think you'd mind. That's not all that happened though…," he responded, followed by a photo of a pair of floral, lace panties with an 'SG' embroidered in the waistband.
"You fucked her!?"
"More like she fucked me, know what I mean?" Clayton laughed, "I mean, shit, your girl is fucking WILD! I don't know how you keep that open relationship thing going, bro, for real. That was me, I'd get mad jealous knowing she's out there fucking other guys and shit. Not only is she SUPER FINE but that pussy is like, GODDAMN! You know what I'm sayin'?"
Justin said nothing, instead just staring at the words on the screen..
"I'd hold on to that girl if I were you, bro. She's a keeper," Clayton added a few moments later.
"...Yeah, she is," Justin said through clenched teeth before changing the message recipient and sending a new message.
"Hey"
"Hey, babe you home?," Hailey responded. Justin looked at his phone then his driver, "Hey Julian, change of plan we're not going home."