Jonas Porn

Just thought I’d give this a try.

-Cana

You press a button on the remote as the television clicked off. You and Nick had just finished watching The Proposal, one your favorite movies. You then stretch your legs on to the cream-colored couch and rest your head on Nick’s chest as his body laid under yours. You reached into your sweater pouch for your iPhone and turned on Bejeweled.
“How could you play that for so long?” Nick asked as his eyes went wide as he saw your multi-million points go higher and higher. Your shoulders shrug and you bite your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile. “I don’t know…I just play.”

Nick let out a chuckle, placing himself at the crook of your neck. He started kissing, wanting your attention to be on him and not on the game. You giggled and attempt to move away. “Nick, please.”
You place your hand on his curls and tug lightly. “Nick, I’m just not in the mood right now.” Nick sighed as he lifted your body up and then back down on to the couch. Keeping your eyes on the game, you aren’t paying any close attention to where Nick was going. Sitting on the couch, at your feet, he got on his knees and reaches for the button of your jeans. Nick was on a mission to get what he wanted, and this was something that couldn’t be aborted. “What are you doing?” Your eyes narrowed as you look Nick in his eyes. You hear a mumble of what sounds like “nothing.”
Your underwear came off next and sat with your jeans at the foot of the couch. His mouth aligned with your inner thigh, kissing it slowly along the way up. “Nick…” you mumble.
He had finally come to find his prize of the moment. His tongue ran through her slit numerous times as his hands touch the skin of your thighs. A few seconds later, you can’t help but let out slight moan “Nick…PLEASE.” You bite her lip as your hips move forward.

Two of Nick’s fingers then slide into you in a rhythmic movement. You then moan a little louder, which turned into a groan of defeat as you drop your phone on to the carpeted floor. Yes, it was an expensive object, but you couldn’t handle this anymore. You wanted him, needed him, as much as he wanted you. Nick’s lips wrapped around your clit as he sucked lightly, knowing he was victorious. “Nicolas” you breathed heavily as your fingers tugged harshly at his curls. “Please, Nick, I want you so much.”
“Only now?” Nick smiled devilishly as his lips meet yours. “Yes.” You say through your breath as you him kissed harder. He removed the rest of your clothing, ripping your bra off like a pro. “Mmm” you smile as you kiss Nick once, removing his cotton V-neck shirt. You shortly admire his chiseled body before his hands reach for your breasts as his mouth massaged one and his fingers did the other. This was driving you more and more crazy, and you were wet as it was. Soon after, his mouth gave your other breast the same treatment. “Nick, oh please, I need you now!” Your moans grow stronger.

Nick’s arousal was evident through his pants. His hands struggled with the button and you assist him with this, not being able to wait any longer.  His boxers went along with the pants as it flew elsewhere in the room. You gasp lightly as you see his size, but take it into your hands confidently. As you stroked him, his head bends backwards so his Adam’s apple showed. It was so sexy to see him so pleasured. Then you wrap your lips around the shaft and start to take him in. “Oh. Oh, oh god!” He starts to thrust his hips against your movement and repeatedly says your name. “Please, I need to be in you!”
You decide to go at it a little longer and continue on with your own actions. Nick tangles his fingers into your hair and tugs at you as he growls. “Fuck.” He breathed hard.

He pushes you on to your back on the couch as his body hovers on top of you; his arms were his only support from crashing down on top of you. “Are you ready?” Nick looks into your eyes, with all seriousness as you nod in response. He kisses your neck, sliding to your cheek, and then kisses your lips, turning it into a make out session. As this goes on, his lower-self pushes into you. You make a noise as this happens, but doesn’t separate your lips from his. His hips continue on as he concentrates on your beautiful face, biting his lower lip. He was finally getting the satisfaction he’s been looking for. You sneak-attack Nick and turns you both over, giving yourself the advantage of being on top. Your hips rocked against his; you then take this time to kiss at his neck, tracing to his apple. Nick makes a sound as he turns them over again. “Nick, go faster, baby. Harder!” He does as told and all the muscles in his body tense up as your moans and groans turn into screams of his name and “oh my’s”.
“Nicky, I’m so close…” you say through your moans and breaths. Nick responded with a “me too” as his face was layered with sweat. Your toes curled back as your body burned with pleasure. Nick thrusts a couple more times before he releases himself into you. Breathing hard, he falls lightly on to you, hugging at your waist. With his lips against your neck, feeling your pulse, Nick’s breath felt warm against you. “God, I love you.”

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December 31st

I was the first one awake on New Year’s Eve and miraculously, I had the day off. Lifting my chest off of the mattress, I pushed myself slowly onto my elbows, taking an interest in the blurry numbers of Joe’s alarm clock. It was nine thirty. I really wanted some water. The large muscular arm wrapped tightly around me was making that impossible, however, because he literally had his hand tucked between my hip and the mattress.

I glanced up at Joe and I couldn’t help the smile which stretched across my mouth. Eyes closed, his eye lashes rested against his cheeks. His lips were pouty due to the fluffy pillow which lay beneath his head. Dark waves fell carelessly into his eyes, the messy, tangled curls screaming “sex hair.” Just thinking about him last night was getting me there.

A warmth spread through my body, mainly my legs, and when Joe sighed in his sleep, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I squirmed under his arm; Joe just tightened his grip around me. Even though most of me wanted to wake him up so we could kiss and touch and play, there was a little part of me that enjoyed lying here, tucked under his arm. Joe was protecting me by holding me to his chest, keeping me safe, keeping me with him.

He looked so adorable when he was sleeping- with his pouty lips and his messy hair. He was the first man I ever considered waking up to every morning. Usually, he was the first one awake, but it was mornings like these that really sealed the deal for me. In his sleep, Joseph was quiet and peaceful. He wasn’t cracking jokes or being loud. He was just so unbelievably sweet and I wanted to pet him, like a fuzzy teddy bear. That’s what Joe was; he was my big scruffy teddy bear.

I snaked my arm between us, careful not to bump against him, and stroked his cheek gently with my fingertips, his five o’clock shadow tickling my sensitive skin. His lip twitched, but he didn’t wake. I dragged the backs of my fingertips over his nose and lips. A tiny smile formed as he called out in a muffled moan, “Mmm… Radley…”

I smiled. He was dreaming about me. “Joseph,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Don’t stop. I need you inside of me.”

Joe’s lips parted, his bottom lip falling from its twin. His mouth closed again and then opened like that of a fish. “No,” he whined, his lower half thrusting forward. “Stop… stop running away from me.”

His muffled words caused me to giggle and I decided to put him out of his misery. Roughly, I tangled my fingers in his curls and tugged his head back, pressing my lips to his the second he opened his eyes. Joe gasped as he was shaken from sleep and he was clearly surprised to have woken up with my tongue halfway down his throat, but he didn’t seem to mind. His arm’s grip tightened and he squeezed my hip, rolling onto his back and pulling my body on top of his.

“You’re naughty,” he whispered in-between kisses. “At least, you were in my dream.”

 “What was I doing in your dream?” I breathed, planting a kiss to one of the birthmarks on his neck before attaching my lips and sucking on his skin.

“Me,” he replied, causing me to laugh. I could feel him, half-hard against my thigh. “Just thinking about it is making me super want you.”

“It’s making you super want me?” I teased. “Uh-oh. I better watch out.”

He laughed and without warning, swatted my ass, the audible slap echoing in my mind along with the sting. “Joseph!” I shrieked.

 “Why are you wearing my shirt?” he asked, referring to the too-big for me wifebeater, which hung loosely from my shoulders.

I shrugged. “Cause I wanted a glass of water last night and I didn’t want to walk through your house completely naked.”

“When no one’s home, I walk through the house completely naked,” he told me.

Good to know.

The smirk on his face let me know that he was trying to be sexy and trying to seduce me. That, and the tone of his voice. He wanted me but he wanted me to make the first move. So, naturally, I wasn’t gonna. He leaned in and brushed his lips against my neck, waiting for me to moan or grab him or beg for more. Instead, I backed away from him and cupped his face in my hand, my fingertips barely grazing his warm cheek.

His smile grew as I lifted myself off of him. Sweeping all of my hair over my left shoulder, I pushed the comforter towards the end of the bed and straddled one of his thighs. He extended his right hand, prepared to cup my breast through the shirt, but I swatted his hand away with a hard smack and pointed at him with my eyebrows raised.

 “Do you think about me when you’re all alone and completely naked?” I purred.

His eyes widened briefly, but he blinked quickly, seemingly unfazed by my question. What Joe was forgetting, however, was that he was lying directly under me and I could feel him against my leg, hardening, elevating.

“Mmm,” he hummed quietly, his hand running up the length of my thigh.

Silly, Joseph. I thought he learned his lesson when it comes to playing games he can’t win when he lost the wrapping present competition.

“When you’re alone,” I whispered. “And longing for touch.” Lightly, I brushed my pointer finger across his bottom lip. “And begging for release. Do you picture me when you touch yourself? Do you pretend it’s me? Mmm, because I always think of you.” Joe was going down. I could tell because I could feel him going up. “When I have to work early the next morning and I go home to my bed and I’m all alone and I start running my hand up and down my thigh…”

Joe’s hand subconsciously started moving on my leg, running up and down my thigh, go figure. “And I whimper your name, pretending it’s you. And then, I push my panties to the side and, ohhh…” I inhaled sharply as I closed my eyes. The cocky smirk on Joe’s face was still present, although it was fading.

I swiftly crawled to the edge of the bed, slipping Joe’s tie from the end table before straddling his hips and taking his hands in mine. The look on his face was one of complete shock, but he readily accepted my kiss as I lifted his hands to the headboard and wrapped the tie around his wrists, securing it to one of the rungs. “Radley,” he breathed upon realizing what exactly tying him up entailed. “Radley, I can’t touch you.”

“Oh, is that what just happened?” I teased.

Giving up on trying to break free, Joe rest his head against the pillows with a groan and looked up at me with an eyebrow raised as if to say, “well?”

“And then I pretend it’s your hand, Joe,” I continued. “I close my eyes and picture you touching me, like no one else is allowed to. And I always wonder if you’re over here, in your big bed, all alone and thinking about me. Do you pretend it’s my hand, Joseph?” I whispered. “Or my mouth?… Or my-”

Joe’s entire body jerked forward with the anticipation of the dirty word which nearly slipped from between my lips. “Radley! Let me go,” he pleaded.

Instead, I touched myself. Joe’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as I slipped my hands inside of the white tank and massaged my own breasts, both of my hands squeezing and tugging at them furiously. His entire body was reacting to my show, stiffening, preparing.  When I took my right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, Joe took his lip between his bottom teeth, sucking mercilessly as he watched shamelessly, the thin material leaving nothing to his imagination.

My eyes were locked on his huge arms, his muscles bulging every time he attempted to break free. The veins protruded through his skin and the sight was enough to send shockwaves rippling through my system. He bucked his leg up, throwing me forward onto his chest. I barely had time to remove my hands from the shirt to catch myself and I smirked. I wanted to set him free, but decided to torture him a little more.

“Radley,” he begged, pushing his head towards mine, his lips searching for my own. “Radley, Radley, please. At least let me kiss you.”

Roughly, I tangled both of my hands in his hair and slid up the length of his body in order to press our lips together. Joe grunted immediately, taking my bottom lip between his teeth, desperate to keep my mouth close to his. He groaned as I slipped my lips south to his chin, his scruff tickling my over-sensitive lips.

“Relax,” I whispered against his skin as Joe’s body thrust up, his attempt to break free of his restraints in vain.

“I wanna touch you,” he pouted.

I licked a path from his chin to his neck and wrapped my lips around his adam’s apple, sucking lightly on the protrusion. Continuing my journey south, I dragged my tongue down the length of his torso, ending at his bellybutton before I sat up, straddling his thigh once again.

My opposite hand snaked down my body, gently grazing the thin cotton as it trekked south to his thigh. I tickled him lightly before scraping my own inner thigh with my fingers. Joe craned his neck to watch my hand, waiting for my next move. Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, I pushed my hand to my center and slipped just one finger past my gates.

Tiny whimpers fell from Joe’s lips like those of a puppy after being scolded. He was so ready for what was about to happen and I couldn’t help but smirk from the power I held. His arm muscles nearly tripled in size as he strained, tugging his hands away from the headboard. My tie held, however, and Joe sat back, unsuccessful in his attempts.

“Fuck,” he breathed, wanting to look away, but finding himself unable to do so.

Joe was completely hard at this point, his massive erection, curling up towards his belly, pulsating next to me. Raising an eyebrow, I made eye contact with him and took his steel-hard cock into my hand. He exerted every last drop of energy in his body into one thrust as he searched for the friction my hand offered him.

“Radley,” Joe warned. “I’m going to rip this tie in about two seconds.”

“Why?” I purred. “You wanna touch me?”

Keeping the fingers of my right hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, I slid my left had inside the shirt. My hand was barely to my ribcage before Joe thrust against his restraints and to both of our surprise, his hands came loose.

Here’s the thing… oh, crap.

I scurried off of his leg and Joe growled, the silk tie wrapped around one of his wrists as he lunged forwards. “Yeah, you better run,” he threatened.

I squealed as I hopped off the bed, taking off towards Joe’s bathroom. I closed and locked the door, deciding I was going to let him beg for it. Just seconds after entering the bathroom, however, the door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall as Joe appeared, a towel suddenly hanging loosely around his hips. “What? I completely just locked that door.”

“Yeah, I uninstalled the lock when you started showering here,” Joe said with a smirk, my laughter echoing off the walls at his words.

“Wow, that’s not creepy,” I commented as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Haven’t heard any complaints from you,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to my neck, his arms holding my body flush against his.

“Yeah, well-”

His lips were on mine before I could even begin to finish my question. I moaned as Joe’s tongue thrust into my mouth, surprising my own tongue as it attacked, battling for dominance. His hands were under my thighs a second later, lifting me up off the ground and carrying me towards the shower. I clutched onto his shoulders for dear life as he recklessly stepped inside and without closing the glass door, started the water.

I shrieked into our kiss as the freezing cold water pounded against my back, soaking through the barely there material of Joe’s tank. “That was mean,” I pouted. Joe just laughed in response. The water warmed slowly as it soaked my hair and body, easily seeping through the thin cotton. Joe’s lips were on my neck, sucking viciously as he, too, fell victim to the showerhead.

“Take the shirt off,” he demanded as he pressed me gently against the wall, his hands aiming to grasp my thighs tighter. Instead, I unlocked my feet from behind his back and he set me down, his hands instantly seeking out the skin of my hips underneath the t-shirt. “Take it off.”

Instead, I wrapped my arms around his waist, tugging at the towel, desperate to peel the now sopping wet fabric off of him. He groaned as I pried open the sides of the towel, the entire bare front of his body pressed flush against me, caging my own body in against the wall. The towel fell to the floor with a wet clop and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as Joe stepped away from me briefly before pressing against me once again, his erect shaft getting caught between our tummies.

“God, you’re so hard,” I informed him, in case he didn’t already know.

Reaching a hand between us, I wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock and squeezed him gently, his head falling into the crook of my neck. Joe was practically using my body for support as my fingers tickled the underside of his shaft, my touch blending with the hot water to tease him mercilessly. He grunted as my thumb grazed his tip, gently massaging the head and he squeezed my hips as a result. “Radleeeeeey- oh, my God, Radley,” he breathed.

I dropped to my knees, spreading the towel out as quickly as I could to kneel onto it. Joe looked down at me, and keeping eye contact with him, I gently bent his cock back and took the head into my mouth. His legs locked and he braced himself with the wall, his palms flat on the tile. Water droplets raced down his hard chest and abdomen, most of them plunging from his angled torso onto my face and shoulders as I took more of him into my mouth. 

A string of curses slipped from between his lips once I’d pulled back, wrapping my fingers around his shaft to use my hand as an extension of my mouth. After looking up at him, I could tell he was fighting with his hands, desperate to tangle them in my soaking hair and guide my head. “Fuck, Radley… Rad… Rad…”

His voice was strained as he pleaded my name over and over, ready for me to push him over the edge, more than ready for me to give him what he wanted. Too bad he started this little seduction game. Oh, I would bring him to the cliff alright; I just wasn’t going to push him over.

“Ah… yeah, Baby, like that,” he panted. “Yeah, yeah.”

Joe pounded the shower wall with his fist as he begun involuntarily thrusting his hips, pushing his huge, throbbing member further into my mouth. I pulled back, allowing him to fall out of my mouth with a pop and instantly, Joe’s eyes snapped open, his face etched in confusion. I locked eyes with him as I licked the entire length of the underside of his cock. His eyes squinted shut as I took just the head between my lips and started humming, the sudden vibrations caused by my lips very welcome. He let me know by groaning half of my name and pounding the wall again.

I was humming the tune to a song neither of us knew. It wasn’t a real melody, but I had a feeling that even if it was, Joe wouldn’t have noticed because he was in Head Heaven right now and I was his Angel. He was close, I could tell from his sloppy, half-hearted thrusts. A second later, I pulled my mouth away from him and pumped him gently with my hand twice before standing up, forcing Joe to take a step from the wall in order to make room for my body. 

With an incredulous groan, Joe pushed my back flush against the wall, pressing me against the hard tile with his seemingly harder body. Without warning, he slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me harder than he ever had before. All of the pent up sexual frustration I had just caused him was being released in this kiss. I was almost positive he was bruising my lips.

A whimper fell from my mouth as he bit down on my bottom lip so hard, I was sure he drew blood. He pulled away from me a second later, resting his wet forehead against mine and panting, his breath hot and heavy against my mouth as he exhaled. “Fuck,” he growled, thrusting his hips into mine and I was this close to saying “to hell with it” and giving him what he wanted. Instead, I was going to carry out my plan.

Operation: Tease the Hell Out of Joe Joe Was A Go… Go.

I snaked my hand towards the rack in the corner, my fingers wrapping around my bright pink shampoo bottle. Joe took a silent step away from me, entering the brunt of the spray from the shower head and sighed as the hot water cascaded over his wet hair and face. I locked eyes with him as I jerked the shampoo bottle up and down a few times in an attempt to flood the cap with the soap just begging to be released. He groaned as he watched my hand, desperate for it to be on him.

“I have to wash my hair,” I said simply. “I need to get ready for the party tonight.”

“Tease,” he hissed, causing me to smirk.

After replacing the shampoo bottle on its shelf, I rubbed my hands together and ran them through my long hair, dispersing the soap throughout my locks and working it into my scalp. My eyes were open and on Joe, whose eyes were on my chest, watching the way my breasts jiggled as I jerked my arms back and forth. The white tank was still on, but it was completely transparent, the water preventing anything from being left to the imagination.

He licked his lips and slipped both hands under the shirt, sliding them slowly up my abdomen to cup my breasts roughly. His caresses weren’t gentle and I was biting my lip to refrain from screaming out his name as he pinched my hard nipples. Joe rolled them between his thumbs and pointer fingers, pinching and teasing them mercilessly. The sensation of my own fingertips kneading my scalp combined with Joe’s was so intense- so powerful, I could feel my climax starting to build already.

I moved under the spray, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. White splashes of water clopped to the shower floor as I wrung out my long hair, Joe’s hands still massaging my breasts as I rinsed. He knew exactly how to touch me. This wouldn’t be the first time Joe’s made me cum just by playing with them; I was damn close. After my hair was rid of the shampoo, I reached for the conditioner bottle and Joe’s hands slid from underneath the shirt. Just as I squeezed the bottle’s contents into my hand, Joe dropped to his knees.

Fuck.

He looked up at me, a large smile on his face as I began the process all over again, rubbing my hands together and threading them through my hair to disperse the soap. Just as I began massaging my scalp, Joe began massaging my inner thighs. Subconsciously, I spread my legs, allowing his hands the acceptance they desired.

He stroked my slit slowly with one finger and I bit down on my lip as a loud moan escaped, my head falling back in complete ecstasy. “Fuck, Woman,” he growled, pumping two fingers in and out slowly. “You’re so wet.”

“I am in the shower,” I breathed.

 “You’re not wet from the shower,” Joe demanded. “I did this to you.”

He withdrew his fingers and dragged one towards my clit, his large finger circling the throbbing bundle of nerves, but never quite touching me like I needed him to. His opposite arm was wrapped tightly around my leg, his fingers digging deeply, almost painfully into my inner thigh.

“Ahh,” I gasped as I attempted to massage the conditioner into my hair.

Here’s the thing… “attempted” was the operative word in that sentence.

All coherent thoughts evaded my mind and all I could think about was Joe and the painfully torturous way in which he was touching me. He pressed a kiss to my hip and sucked on the skin there, lapping his tongue across the patch a few times, eager to leave a mark. “Joe,” I panted, tugging at my slick hair. Clumps of my hair slid between my fingers, bringing me no partial relief as Joe continued to tease me.

Slowly, I turned towards the spray, attempting to rinse the conditioner from my hair. After sponging the water out once, my hands were forced to the wall and the glass door in order to brace myself. Joe’s finger swiped east to west across the throbbing nub. I nearly fell as my hand slipped down the wet glass door, forcing myself to cling to his shoulder for stability.

“Joseph!” I screamed, gripping his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a smirk. “I thought you had to wash your hair?”

Without another word, Joe took advantage of my new position and bit down on my exposed inner thigh, nipping his way north towards my center. My knees gave in and my entire body thrust forward as he took one of my lips between his teeth, sucking it lightly into his mouth. Joe was my key support, my fingers digging into his neck and shoulders as he pleased me.

The burning water pounded against my back as Joe’s mouth shifted slightly and he took my clitoris into his mouth, his teeth scraping against the sensitive area. His tongue found its way into my opening and a breathless whimper escaped from between my lips. Thrusting and swirling, Joe’s tongue explored very familiar territory. He moaned as I tangled my fingers in his wet curls and nearly lost it right there. “Did you finish washing your hair?”

The vibrations of Joe’s lips against my ultra-sensitive center did cause me to lose it right there. I fell to my knees as an orgasm washed over my body, the waves crashing up and down, leaving my walls contracting repeatedly. I collapsed against Joe, his arms wrapping around me to support me, holding me tightly against him.

“You alright?” Joe asked with a smirk, water droplets racing down his face, neck and chest.

My arms were around his neck in a matter of seconds, my panting mouth attaching to his immediately. I could taste myself on his tongue. As he groaned into our kiss, I couldn’t help but smile; he’d just considered the fact that I was tasting myself in his mouth and he was definitely not protesting.

I allowed Joe to lower me onto the shower floor, the hot water unforgiving as it continued to pour from the large shower head. He made sure I was situated on the towel before running his hands over my hips, his fingers pinching the hem of the tank and peeling it up the length of my torso, revealing more and more of my slick, wet skin to his hungry eyes. He growled as my breasts were freed, his tongue lapping against one immediately as he tugged the shirt up over my shoulders.

His pelvis rocked against mine, causing me to close my eyes, throwing my head back in the process. Joe seemed to severely struggle with slipping my hands through the tank, but it was too hard to care as Joe’s wet body continued to glide above mine.

“Oh, Joe,” I breathed as he rest his weight on mine while fumbling to remove the shirt from my hands. There was a sudden tension around my wrists when Joe placed his hands on either side of me, lifting his body off of mine. I lifted my hand to tangle my fingers in his hair and found that… I couldn’t move one arm without moving the other.

My chest knocked against Joe’s as I strained to look behind me, confirming my suspicions.

“Yeah, who’s tied up now, Radley?” Joe breathed in my ear before sucking on my neck. “Now what should I do to you now that I’ve got you?”

His words made me moan; my back arched up off of the shower floor and I pressed my wet body up into his. Joe smirked down at me, noting my reaction to his dominance. “I’m gonna make you beg for me, Radley,” he promised. “I’m gonna have you screaming so fucking loud; is that what you want?” His breath was hot on my ear and my toes were curling at his intentions. “Is it?”

“Yes,” I breathed, the wet shirt rubbing against the skin of my tiny wrists. “Fuck, Joe.”

Is it possible for a guy to bring his woman to orgasm just by using words?

 “Mmm… not yet,” he said with a smile, straddling my hips as he looked down at me. “I wanna play with you a little bit first.”

Yes. Yes, it fucking is possible.

“What would you do if I just left you here?” Joe asked, smiling wickedly as he crawled towards my feet.

“Gnaw myself free, come find you and kill you,” I said honestly as he lifted my right foot gingerly in his hand, caressing my calf thoughtfully.

Joe made eye contact with me and smirked as he took my second toe into his mouth and sucked it gently. I resisted the urge to curl my toes. Instead, I let every bit of pleasure explode in a moan, the shirt rubbing against my wrists as my body begged to get as closely to his as physically possible. Slipping my thin toe from between his lips, he slid my middle toe between his teeth and bit down as he sucked.

“Ohhh, Joe,” I moaned, my eyes falling shut.

My entire body was on fire as Joe’s lips caressed the arch of my foot. He sucked my skin and thousands of nerves rushed from that point in my foot, up my leg and to my center, feeding the burning arousal which was already in overdrive thanks to Joe’s ability to make me forget how to stand.

“I wish I could keep you here,” he admitted, moving onto my ankle.

“Joe, ugh, oh, Joe,” I moaned as he kissed his way up my slick calf. Joe’s carnal confessions always set me off and he knew it.

By the time his lips had reached the skin of my inner thigh, I was willing to do anything to have him. He could keep me tied up for all I care, I just needed him right now. “Joe, Joe, please, please,” I panted. “Please, Joe, I need you, please.”

“Mmm… just like I needed you when you had me tied up?” he smirked.

He placed a trail of kisses along my hip bone and up over my abdomen. The water beat down on us as Joe took a nipple into his mouth, biting down lightly. My moan escalated into a shriek as he rolled it between his teeth, massaging his tongue against the aching nub. My opposite breast was practically throbbing, begging for the same treatment. Seconds later, Joe’s head shifted to the other side, taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking lightly, looking up and maintaining eye contact.

“Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe… please.”

Ignoring my plea, his lips took up residence on my neck, just below my ear. I strained to pull my arms apart, but the wet fabric rubbed against my now raw wrists and I winced slightly. With his entire body hovering over mine, I could feel his steel-hard cock trapped between us.

Here’s the thing… I would give anything to be able to reach down and take matters into my own hands. Literally.

“Hmm, tell me how much you want me, Radley.”

“Fuck, Joe,” I breathed. “I want you so bad, I need you, I’m going crazy, please! I want you inside me right now.”

He sucked the skin of my neck harder as a response, his teeth and tongue switching on and off.

“This can’t be easy for you,” I snapped. “You’ve got me tied here, where you can literally do anything to me and you’re trying to tease me? Joe, can we please be serious? You’re about to explode! Just… please, Joe Bear, I need you.”

Joe’s eyes found mine shortly after. His eyes were black, narrow and blazing with lust. They softened as he gazed into my own eyes, however, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Let me under you,” he whispered. “The tile’s gonna kill your back.”

“I’m on the towel. And tied up,” I reminded him.

“If I untie you, are you gonna beat me?” he asked, causing me to laugh.

“Ehh, nothing you won’t like,” I teased.

Joe dropped onto the floor of the shower next to me, lying on his back. He watched me struggle to sit up without using my hands and he laughed as I flailed my legs, attempting to use them as leverage. I fell backwards, but Joe’s arm was behind me, ready to cushion my head from smacking against the tile. Effortlessly, he lifted me up into a sitting position. I groaned as I shuffled towards him on my knees, the water bouncing off of my body and falling to the ground.

“You’re so difficult,” I muttered, losing my balance and falling onto his chest as I attempted to straddle his hips. My forearms were resting on his chest, our faces just inches apart. Joe smiled the biggest smile I’d ever seen and he let out a tiny laugh as he wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled my head to his, pressing our mouths together.

“Do you have any idea how cute you are?” he asked, the smile still stretched across his face.

“I’m soaking wet, naked and tied up, and you’re calling me cute?” I asked.

He nodded enthusiastically. “You’re obviously sexy. That’s a given,” he informed me with an eye roll. “But you’re just so adorable and you make me so happy.”

He placed my tied hands on his chest and fiddled with the twisted shirt, maneuvering my tiny fingers in and out of holes and loops. Once the white tank was off of me and had clopped onto the floor, Joe’s eyes widened.

“Radley, oh, my God!” He took my hands in his and brought my wrists closer to his face, examining the red burn marks which stretched across my skin where the wet material had rubbed my skin raw. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s not your fault,” I laughed.

“I feel like I hurt you! I feel horrible!”

“Joe, it’s okay, I’ll wear bracelets and no one will notice. Besides, I’m sure Brooke and Scar expect that of us, anyways. This will just make their day when their suspicions are confirmed.”

He pressed kisses to my wrists and inner arms. “I swear, Joe Bear.” He smiled at his nickname as I fell forward to place a kiss on his lips. “I’m fine.”

I smiled, biting my bottom lip, as Joe’s hand slid over my thigh. “Ready?” he whispered, sliding two fingers inside of me. I gasped, clearly surprised and Joe chuckled as he pulled them out and then pushed them back in slowly.

Using his chest as leverage, I sat up on his thighs and smiled down at him. “I don’t want you on your back either,” I told him. Joe sat up and slid backwards with me on his legs until his back was resting against the shower wall. “This floor is too hard.”

“Almost as hard as I am for you,” Joe growled, pressing his lips to the valley between my breasts. I moaned, Joe’s hand between us, positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Your move, Baby.”

That was the second time he called me “baby” in a week. With a knee on either side of Joe’s thighs, I had a slight height advantage. As I lowered myself onto him, I pressed my lips to his and Joe groaned into our kiss as he filled me inch by inch.

“Radley, you feel so fucking good,” Joe breathed, having to break our kiss to let out a groan. “So good… ugh, ride me.”

His hands were on my hips a second later, ready for me to start moving, but I didn’t. I pressed my forehead against his and watched as drops of water spiraled down his soaking curls. Joe nudged my nose with his and kissed me, taking my top lip between his and suckling lightly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my lips, twirling some of my soaking hair between two of his fingers.

I kissed him in response and ground my hips against his, earning a grunt from him. His hand found my hip again and Joe helped me bounce up and down on his cock. I focused on his eyes as he lifted and dropped me. His arms slowed as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the valley between my breasts, working his way north to lick the skin over my sternum. Joe’s tongue continued over my throat to the tip of my chin, where he nibbled lightly before pressing a kiss to my lips. My motions were slow, but Joe didn’t seem to mind.

His grasp on my hips tightened as he tore his lips from mine, throwing his head back against the shower wall and panting as I continued to bounce up and down. The veins in his wet, glistening neck, bulged from either side, his adam’s apple protruding as well.

“Joe!” I screamed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, his shaft plunging deeper as his hands guided my hips down onto him.

His face looked so sexy when it was twisted in concentration, his eyes closed and lips partly open. I wondered what he was thinking about with closed eyes. Suddenly, Joe grunted and his eyes snapped open, finding mine immediately. His hips involuntarily thrust up into mine at the sight and I cried out his name again, burying my head into his shoulder as I let him take control.

With one of his thighs between my legs to support my weight, Joe lifted my body and gently lay me down across the soaked towel on the shower floor. The water pounded against his back as he sought out my entrance and pushed inside of me once again.

“You okay?” he breathed as he started thrusting.

“Ahh,” I shrieked as my back arched up off of the floor and into his body, meeting his thrust. “Perfect. So good. Don’t stop, Joe. Harder.”

Reluctantly, Joe’s thrusts gained speed and force as he pushed into and out of me, droplets of water zooming in every direction. When my head fell to the side, Joe’s lips attacked my neck, sucking hard and fast on my skin, his mouth sucking harder the closer he got to his release. “Joe, Joe,” I breathed.

I was there. Hell, I was practically there when he first tied me up.

“Ohh, Joe,” I moaned as my back arched up off of the tile. “Don’t stop.”

My eyes clamped shut as I threw my head back, pointing my chin towards the ceiling as my silent screams poured from between my lips. Joe supported my body, holding himself up with one arm and wrapping his opposite arm beneath my arched back. He continued to thrust into me, my limp body hanging off of his arm until he finished, his breath hot on my wet chest as he panted.

Joe’s support arm shook under his weight, so he set me down and pressed his lips to my neck as he slowly lowered his weight onto me. I ran a hand through his sopping hair, the water leaking onto my hands as he sucked on the skin of my chest.

“Happy New Year, Baby,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Happy New Year, indeed.”

His lips vibrated against my chest as the rumbles of his laugh shook his body. The water had turned lukewarm, every tenth drop or so cold as the water continued to soak us. Joe’s shoulders were slick and shiny as I pressed a kiss to his watered-down shoulder, sucking his skin gently. Joe’s lips were everywhere all at once- my neck, my jaw, my cheek, my collarbone. I sighed as I ran my hand lazily up and down his back.

“Can we go cuddle now?” Joe asked, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, Joe Bear, let’s go.”