GREEN
I saw Joe smirk across the carpet. It was that self-satisfied smirk that I knew so well. I tried not to frown as the blinding flashes of the cameras continued and people yelled; turn this way, turn that way, say this, do that, what your opinion on this, pose with him... Posse with him? That was one would willingly do and judging from the way Joe was easilly manouvering his way to me he thought so too.
"Hi." He smiled and hugged me for the cameras, letting them get their memory card full of the Disney trainwreck and her ex-boyfriends brother man-whore. Or at least that's the way they tried to portray us.
"Hey." I put on my show smile as we complied to the photographers and turned to face them, though he kept one hand securely on the small of my back. "You look pleased." I commented casually, keeping my smile up.
"No reason not to be." Joe replied, flashing his dazzling grin.
"So who was it?" I tried to keep my voice even, waving at the cameras.
"No-one important." He shrugged. My handler beckoned me over and Joe followed even though he'd only just gotten to the carpet.
"Someone important to get you like that." I noted, the way he was walking, talking, just his whole air was relaxed.
"Why?" Joe smirked down at me. "You jealous?"
"No." I rolled my eyes.
"You wanna unclench your tiny little fists then?" He teased and I looked down, realising how sharply my nails were digging into my palms. "They're much better served around my dick."
"Yeah right." I scoffed, smiling and waving when someone waved at me. "I ain't going near that shit."
"Hey." Joe was offended. "You know you love Major Orgasm." He said with a straight face. "And don't talk smack just 'cause it wasn't you."
"You still call it that?" I snickered to myself, that was the name I'd chosen (much to his dismay at the time though apparently not now) for his penis a couple of years back.
"Well, it is true after all." Joe shrugged, as if it just made sense to call his dick Major Orgasm.
I wasn't sulking. No matter what my handler or anyone else said, I wasn't sulking. I was just sitting in my seat with my arms crossed, glaring at almost every female I saw. I also wasn't jealous, just for the record, despite what Joe kept saying tauningly. Then when they were anouncing best female artist I saw it. The way she winced when she crossed one leg over the other. How when they announced her as the winner, she bit her lip as she stood, clearly still sensitive. Joe's dick wasn't nicknamed Major Orgasm for nothing. My eyes flickered to Joe who was wearing that satisfied smirk again and I frowned. He slept with her... Well, not slept, probably just a quickie in a closet or bathroom or something, but he had se with her.
"Miley, you need to head backstage for make-up and mic-ing." My handle whispered in my ear as my eyes were flickering between Joe - who was smirking at me now - and the pretty blonde stumbling through her speech on stage.
"Right." I tore my eyes away and stood, heading backstage to get ready to present.
"You sure you're not jealous?" I heard him comment from the doorway as I paced back and forth in the green room. "I could practically see the green monster on your back out there."
"I'm not jealous." I denied, rolling my eyes. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at me. I wish he'd let me shape them for him.
"Sure." Joe agreed sarcastically, coming into the green room that was thankfully empty, and closing the door behind him. My eyes widened when I heard the lock click.
"You can't be here, and you can't lock the door." I told him, my voice wavering as he apraoched me, a predatory look in his eye.
"Well, I am and I did." Joe muttered, his voice husky and, oh God! "Just admit you were jealous, Miley." Joe taunted and I groaned, not this again. "Admit you were jealous that I was fucking her and not you." The look of satisfaction on his face from before flashed through my mind and I clenched my fists. "I was hard for her." Joe continued, now right in front of me, backing me up to a wall. "And she was wet for me, and so tight." He smirked down at me mockingly. "The tightest." I snapped.
"Take that back." I demanded, resisting the urge to stomp my foot.
"The way her tight little pussy squeezed around my dick as I fucked her." I gritted my teeth angrilly, glaring at him.
"Take it back." I ordered once more.
"The way she quivered as she came, screaming out my name." Joe continued, a slight growl to his voice.
"Take. It. Back." I wasn't letting her take what was mine. I was Joe's best; I was the one he called the tightest and hottest and wettest. I was the one he fucked with his hard as steel dick. I was the one who screamed his name during orgasm. Me. No-one else, and especially not-
"Make me." Joe leaned down and whispered in my ear challengingly. That was all it took. I reached up and pulled his head down, kissing him. Hard. Joe's hands fell to my hips, his fingers digging in bruisingly to my skin as he kissed me back. His fingers started moving, from the sides down, pulling my dress up, slowly revealing inches of my skin.
"Take it back." I muttered against his lips, reaching for his belt. Joe groaned into my mouth in response and moved one hand to my panties, gliding one finger down my lips over the thin, moistening fabric. Then he moved my panties aside and I gasped into him when his fingers touched my bare sex. I finally got his belt undone and made quick work of his button and zipper before pushing his pants down.
"Admit you were jealous." Joe grumbled out, holding my dress up more and pushing my panties down, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around him.
"Take i-" I started before my voice escaped me when Joe pushed his dick inside me. "Joe." I gasped, my head falling back as he started to move.
"Oh, fuck yes." Joe groaned, all I could do was gasp and moan into him. "Say it again." He demanded, his thumb moving to my clit.
"Joe." I complied breathlessly. "Close." I warned after a few minutes. Joe certainly was talented... Major Orgasm was at his best again...
"Fuck." Joe moved faster, harder, pushing me closer. I felt Joe twitch inside me as his orgasm started, his sperm starting to spill inside me. He pressed against my clit and all I could do was whimper and whine as I came too, quivering and squeezing around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. Joe pulled out of me and set me on my feet, his cock still hard and glistening with both our sex juices as he came down from the high. "Mmm..." Joe smiled nuzzling against my neck. "The tightest." He murmured and I smiled. Finally. "The sexiest. The hottest, the wettest, the best." He listed, stepping away and tucking Major Orgasm away in his pants, buckling and zipping before he knelt in front of me.
"Joe?" I questioned when he reached up and instead of pulling me panties up, he pulled them down to my ankles. My body was weak and compliant to him as he lifted first one foot then the other, slipping damp panties over my stillettoes.
"I took it back." Joe muttered, smoothing down my dress and standing in front of me. "You'll get these-" he held up my black lace panties with a smirk (that self-satisfied 'I just had mind-blowing sex' smirk). "-when you admit you were jealous."
"I wasn't jealous." I denied vehemently, I refused to admit it.
"Then I guess you wn't get them back." Joe sang, tucking them into his pocket happilly and starting to walk bakwards. "Have fun on stage. Just make sure you don't accidentally flash the cameras."
"Joe." I whined, he was actually going to make me go out on stage without my panties?
"Green makes you fucking sexy." Joe taunted, unlocking the door to the green room. "But, you flash the world and I'll be so fucking emerald you won't walk right for a week." He threatened before he left.
A much better ending than the last one, don't you agree?
I already have an idea an half-written chapter for I, but does anyone have any ideas, reuests or reccomendations for H?
So... Apparently Hilary Duff went to the Jonas concert in L.A last night... How cool is that? One of my idols since I was, like, 10 went and enjoyed the music of the sexiest man alive (in my opinion) and his brothers music.
And only 33 more days left in the year so only less than 33 more days until new Miley music because she said a single before the end of the year :D
And only 33 more days for Joe to sing Please Be Mine; it'll be the 9th year in my collection of Joe singing that song. I want it so desperately!
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