TORTURE AND SENSITIVITY

"Can you uncuff me now?" Joe murmured after a few minutes of relaxing and I laughed lightly.

"I could..." I mused, lifting my head and playing with hair at the nape of his neck. "But, then I'd have to get off of you, and I kinda like where I am." I lifted a little and Joe was still hard enough to slide pleasurably back into me. Joe groaned, he was overly sensitive now, after coming twice. I still couldn't believe the first time had happened.

"I know something you kind like more." He teased, his lips grazing over my upped chest. "But, I can't do it all locked up." I dropped my head back onto his should to hide my blush. I'd just given him a lap dance, strip teased and had sex with him, but I was blushing. Joe moved his head up and kissed my neck softly and I couldn't help but smile at the tenderness. I slowly unlinked my hands from around his neck and slipped off of him, blushing again at the slight puddle on the chair between Joe's legs and the shiny moisture covering his appendage. I walked carefully over to my long, large coat that I'd worn over what could barely be called an outfit that I'd worn to tease Joe and riffled through the pockets until I found the keys. I stood behind him as I unclocked the two sets of handcuffs and as soon as I did Joe was up and I gasped and the giggled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to his bed, practically pushing me down onto the blue covers. "My turn." He growled primally, bringing my hands up over my head and clicking a set of handcuffs to my wrist after looping them through the headboard. "Now you're at my mercy." He taunted my earlier words, kissing me roughly and making me moan low in my throat before he pulled away, leaving me gasping and wanting more. Joe kissed down to my neck, finding my pulse point, always my weakness. He bit down harshly and I hissed in pain before he soothed it, swiping his tongue over it until the sting stopped. I couldn't do anything but moan and whimper as Joe bit, suckled, nibbled and kissed my pulse point to his satisfaction.

He sat back up on his his heels, straddling me and looking down at me apreciatively. His eyes were dark with lust and his dick was pulsing with need. He'd come twice already and only ten minutes later he was hard again? Joe apraised me for a full minute before he moved back down and kissed me, tenderly this time. I smiled at him when he smiled his sweet smile at me before he started kissing down my neck again. This time he didn't stop to brand me, to mark me as his, to warn everyone else to stay the fuck away from me.

"Joe." I sighed happily when he moved his oh-so-talented lips down to my chest, he started suckling and biting again, marking me just above my right breast. Then his lips enclosed around my right nipple and I let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a gasp as he let his teeth graze lightly over the sensitive little bud. He left little nips and kisses all over my right breast before he moved onto the left and gave it the same treatment, spending extra time tracing his tongue delicately over each letter of my tattoo before continuing down. I was breathing heavily by the time he made it to my dreamcatcher and kissed along my side before pressing soft, open-mouthed butterfly kissed all over my abdomen. His breath was hot and wet and he'd already made me the same. Everything about him was a turn-on to me, him just innocently standing still could send my mind wild and make me horny for him.

I felt Joe smirk against my skin and I whined when he didn't go where I wanted him, but instead moved completely down and started at my fee. He kissed my ankles softly, his hands moving to my feet and giving them a short massage as his lips moved north. He left, moist butterflies all up my left leg, getting within inches of where I wanted him to so desperately go before I felt him smirk and start all over again on my right leg.

"Please?" I begged him, completely aware that not too long ago we'd been in opposing situations, tugging against the handcuffs. I could already see the bruises Joe had gotten from doing the same thing, but I couldn't stop myself, I needed to touch him, to hold him, to feel his hardness inside of me as I came.

"Please what?" Joe's husky voice demanded, suddenly right beside my ear, his slightly calloused from the guitar fingers holding me down when I tried to thrust up against him. I could feel his erection against my belly and I wanted it in me.

"Fuck, Joe, please?" I whined and he chuckled darkly.

"Fucking is for later." He denied and I blushed, there was more to come after this... And boy would I come. "What else?" His teeth grazed my earlobe as he spoke roughly and I tried to thrust my hips up again, but he was too strong and I'd probably have brusise there before the night was over as well.

"Don't tease me?" I pleaded, I was already so turned on, so sensitive from his ministrations and our activities before the bed that he could probably finish me with just one touch.

"Why not?" Joe retorted, his finger deftly moving from my hips to my thighs and parting them a little. "You tortured me with that fucking hot little act." He pointed out. I moaned loudly when one of his hands moved between my thighs and his index finger traced over my lower lips tauntingly. "Made me come like a fucking twelve-year-old." He continued and I shook my head quickly, my eyes wide, but couldn't stop moaning as he continued to trace my sex.

"No, Joe, I-" I started to try and assure him. He thought I'd humiliated him, I'd seen it in his eyes. I didn't mean to. I didn't think anything less of him, I actually thought it was kind of hot. I didn't get a chance to so say anything though because my mouth formed an 'o' shape for a second before I gasped and panted and whined as Joe suddenly thrust two fingers into me and the heel of his hand crushed against my clit. I orgasmed right then, I couldn't help it, he'd turned me on and worked me up too much already that that's all it took.

Joe kissed me to swollow my moans as my orgasm subsided and walls loosened around his fingers, letting go a flood of moisture. I was panting as I tried to get my breath back when he let my lips go. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled slightly, making me flutter around him in pleasure. He sat back on his heels again and I whimpered at the loss of his body on top of mine, and the loss of his fingers inside me when he pulled them out, curling them a little just to torture me as he did so. Joe locked his eyes with mine and I was forced to watch as he brought his soaked fingers up and sucked them into his mouth, sucking my orgasm off them. It shouldn't be hot to watch a guy suck his fingers clean of your own orgasm, but Jesus Christ it was.

"I'm not finished with you." Joe growled, his even eyes somehow even darker, when he deemed his fingers clean enough, he'd even licked his lips afterwards. My eyes widened and I struggled against the cuffs even harder, trying to reach for him, I knew what he was going to do, and he was exceptionally good at. But, I was too sensitive, my clit was still trhobbing and anything more would be pure orgasmic torture.

"No, Joe, please?" I started to beg, but he forced my thighs apart even more and moved down, that God damned sexy smirk cover his lips before he locked eyes with me again and leaned down. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched his swip his tongue over my lips, taking in more of my orgasm. "Joe." I hissed when his tongue lightly touched my far too sensitive clit. I throbbed and he did it again. "Fuck!" I cursed when his tongue drove into me as deep as he could. Joe moved his tongue in slow, languid movements inside me, making me quiver and moan. He traced his name against my spasming walls before he pulled his tongue out of me in one long lick and swiped it over my clit again, making me hiss again. Then he wrapped his lips around the small little nerve centre and suckled, letting his teeth graze it lightly and that killed me, forcing me to orgasm again, crying out his name in a loud gasp as I arched up and I think I did permanant damage to his headboard with those cuffs, that only seemed to dig into my skin despite the fluffy black coverings. Joe's tongue continued to move through-out my orgasm, lapping up all of my juices until I was hot, wet, clean, overly sensitive and begging him to stop.

Joe moved back up so he was hovering over me and smirking down, happy with his accomplishment. I was weakly slumped down into his bed, I couldn't move anymore, he'd licked, sucked and fingered all my energy out of me. The bottom half of his face resembled a glazed donut as he leaned down to kiss me, but I didn't care, I was too weak to care. Then my hands were free and they fell to his head, holding him to me as we kissed and I could taste myself on him. He always seemed to like the way I tasted, but I really couldn't see the appeal. The Joe laid next to me and I curled into him as he stroked my hair with one hand and his erection with the other until he wetted my stomach with his white, sticky orgasm.

"I love you." He murmured softly when he was finished and I smiled as he then wrapped his arms around me and pulled my naked body closer to his (I don't when he took his shirt off because I'd had a problem with stripping him of that when he was handcuffed to the chair).

"I love you too." I whispered, we continued to talk for a while in soft voices and share sweet nothings and kisses until Joe's fingers running up and down my spine and the fatigue he'd caused me lulled me to sleep in his strong, protective arms.

There's a third one in the works as well :)

Dedicated to Joe Jonas for being so freaking sexy, Miley Cyrus because hot people make hot sex, and the horny readers from OceanUp.

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