CHAPTER TWELVE
"What?" Joe started to pull away, that horrified look on his face again.
"Take off my bra, Joe." I repeated insistantly. "I trust you." I blinked at him earnestly. "Please?"
"Okay." Joe breathed out. "T-turn-turn around." He prompted and I shook my head, backing myself up against the rocky edge of the cave pool. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Joe accused, moving in front of me. I reached out and grabbed Joe's hands, moving them to my hips. He swollowed and licked his lips, I couldn't help my eyes following the motion, remembering how much of an amaing kisser he is, and how he tasted, he was the kisser I'd ever kissed. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as Joe's hands glided around to my back under the water and started up. I felt a twitch and my eyes flew open when I realised the hardness pressed against my stomach was Joe's hardness. Joe groaned low in his throat as he fingered the clasp of my bra and a secnd later I felt it loosen around my shoulders.
"Thanks." I whispered hoarsely as he moved back. I suddenly felt self-conscious as I pulled my bra straps down my shoulers.
"Fuck, you're beautiful." Joe groaned backing away even more. My breath hitched as I took my bra off completely and it went with our uderwear. Beautiful. Beautiful meant he wasn't just looking at my body or my face. It made my heart skip a beat. Now Joe and I were both naked alone in this small pool in a dark cave. "N-now what?" Joe asked, licking his lips again.
"Now we wash." I said and he nodded, still in the middle of the pool whilst I was against the edge. "Come closer." I commanded lightly, I guess I'd have to tell him every minute thing to do. When Joe got to the edge of the pool he reached for his toiletries bag and opened it, pulling out shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, even a loofah, everything we'd need. I blushed again when I saw little square foil condom packages littered through the bag as well. How much sex did Joe have? An unopened box of 24, plus at least 7 in the toiletries bag. I tried to push down the bubble of jealousy at the thought of Joe having sex with other girls. I wasn't naĩve enough to think he was virgin, but the thought of so many girls made me feel sick. Instead of dwelling on the past - or what I hoped was the past - I grabbed the loofah and bodywash, squirting some onto the loose mesh ball.
"This is dangerous territory." Joe warned when I reached up to touch the loofah to his chest.
"Maybe that's a good thing." I whispered before smirking. "Mister D.J Danger." Joe seemed almost as stiff as a board as I gently washed his chest, his fingers gripping tightly onto the rocky edge to keep himself up, his knuckles turned white with the pressure. One hand was on Joe's shoulder, keeping myself afloat, and the other was gliding across his chest over the soapy loofah. Joe bit his lip and closed his eyes, a low groan escaping his lips and he seemed to unconsciously thrust his hips into the empty water between us.
"Stop." Joe whimpered out and I immediately did as he requested, he looked and sounded like he was in pain. It couldn't be physical pain, could it? I was pressing very softly against his hot, olive skin. Was it emotional? Was me washing him beyond his level of emotional comfort? "Oh, fuck, Baby." Joe groaned, breathing deeply through his nose. "Control, remember?" He muttered, finally opening his eyes and I saw the struggle behind them, dark and stormy with lust and terror. I just couldn't understand why he was so scared about losing control. Why couldn't he trust himself like I trust him? It was heartbreaking.
"You have control." I assured him and he shook his head, drolets of water flying from his wet hair.
"Not enough." Joe mumbled and I frowned.
"You have enough to be three feet away when we're both naked and alone." I pointed out an he just stared at me, his eyes dark and heated. He wanted me.
"Don't make assumptions, Miley." He muttered darkly. "You have no idea what I want to do to you right now."
"But, you're not doing it." I whispered, trying not to sound as disapointed as I felt.
"Just..." Joe growled low in his chest, closing his eyes for a moment. "I think it's best if you don't touch me. Not when I feel so..." He couldn't find the righ word and just growled again, eyeing me hungrilly. Never had I felt so objectified, and aroused at the same time.
"Okay." I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice as he turned his back. From aroused to alone, I felt rejected. "I'm sorry." I turned and started to lift myself out of the pool, even though Joe's back was turned I felt self-conscious of the fact that I was naked, had no towel, and no clothes.
"Don't go!" I felt a hand close around my wrist tightly, his voice begging and desperate.
"Joe-" I started to turn to him again. Sweet niblets this man is confusing me. Before I could say anything though his warm, soft lips were on mine and my bare back was being scratched against the rocks of the pool.
"Don't go, Miley?" Joe mumbled against my lips. "Please?"
"Do you want me here, Joe?" I asked, biting my lip, feeling like a lot was riding on this.
"Yes!" Joe answered without a beat, not a single ounce of hesitation in his voice or on his face when I opened my eyes.
"Then trust me." I insisted.
"I do." Joe said before I could say anything else.
"Then trust me when I trust you. You say I control the anger, but I know you can control the urges." I couldn't actually force my voice to say it out loud; the lust, the sex, the pure want that pulsed through our veins. "And don't push me away."
"But, what if-" Joe started, suddenly hesitant. This time I cut him off with my lips. Joe instinctively kissed back, his lips and tongue agains mine felt like Heaven, and I kept kissing him until he relaxed and his hands moved to cup my face and grip my hip.
"No what ifs, Joe, just you and me." I cooed when we broke apart and he nodded, seemingly under a spell, it made me giddy to think I could do this to Joe freeaking Jonas.
"Okay." Joe hummed and I smiled, one step forward.
"Okay." I sighed out, relieved. He was starting to trust himself to control he lust, now we just had to work on the self-hate, apparent depression, the urge to cut his wrists open, and the burning, violent nger that he said I was the only one who could control. That scared me a little; what if that was - impossibly - true and he got angry when I wasn't there? He cut to control it before, but I didn't want to risk him being hurt in any way or hurting someone else. Joe brushed his lips against mine in a soft kiss before he pulled back and reached for the loofah a few feet away.
"Here." Joe held it out shyly, looking down. "Just-" he bit his lip, and since he wasn't cut and bleeding through a babies name carved into his arm I was struck by how sexy it was. "Just, don't go too low." He mumbled and I snapped back to reality, blushing. Joe was blushing too, it was obvious why he didn't want me to go too low. His manhood wasn't exactly small, or flacid. And we were in a freshwater pool with clear, perfect water. I could see every single inch of Joe's flawless, Adonis body and he could see all of me.
"No, you finish." I pushed it back to him and he couldn't hide the relief on his face. I reached over for the bodywash again and I started to wash nyself, feeling shy with my naked body and Joe being able to see me. I hadn't been modest so far, but now it was starting to creep up on me.
"Jesus." Joe groaned and I looked over to him, but not able to meet his eye, and keeping my back to him. Though it was a little late to preserve any modesty "You're gonna smell like me." Joe murmured, tossing the loofah away and swimming closer to me, the water was a little sudsy around us from the lathering bodywash. "Marked with my scent, every guy will know you're mine." There was a slight possessive growl to his voice. "Do realise how fucking sexy that is?" He reached out and I gasped, closing my eyes and arching into him when his thumbs brushed over my nipples.
"Mmm..." I wanted this so bad. But, I had to keep my head. "Later." I told him instead of stop, because I didn't want to stop. Joe obediently removed his hands from my body and I held in a whimper of sadness, instead reaching for the shampoo. "Come here." I beckoned him even closer.
Joe came closer and bent his head a little for me, holding his arms on either side of me as I lathered the shampoo up with my hands, reached for his wet, curly, unruly locks of black hair. I massaged his scalp gently, making sure not to let any fall into his eyes. I had to wrap my legs around his hips to keep myself afloat and he groaned, absently thrusting forward as I washed his hair. I hummed softly as I worked the shampoo through his hair and I saw a small childish smile on his lips.
"You're good at this." Joe mumbled, peaking up at me through his long lashes that framed his eyes perfectly.
"I should hope so." I giggled, "I've been washing my own hair for over ten years." I finished with the shampoo, ending with a spiked mohawk full of white foam. "Time to rinse." I instructed and he leaned back so he could sinse his hair out. "Good boy." I teased with a grin.
"Now can I do yours?" Joe asked when his ahir was all clean and he'd pushed it back from his eyes, rustling it up sexilly.
"You sure?" I bit my lip, only my hairdresser had washed my hair since I was a little kid. I didn't think it was something a guy - or at least a straight one - would like doing.
"Yeah." Joe smiled shyly. I moved back to him and he looked thoughtful as he reached over, trying to figure out how to do it. I giggled and turned around so he had full access to my hair. His fingers were delicate and careful, making sure to lather each lock of hair. "You look so sexy." Joe murmured in my ear hotly. "If you knew the things I want to do to you, just thinking about it you wouldn't sit right for a week." I gasped at the thrill of lust at his words.
"Do it." I whimpered, giving up any hope of not practically begging Joe for sex. It had only been a week sine we met each other again and so much had happened between us. Was it because of the crash? Would anything have happened if we didn't crash? Would it have been this fast?
"Okay, you can rinse now." Joe said hoarsely, his fingers had stilled the second I spoke and I felt like it was wrong. Hello, I just begged a guy I barely knew to have sex with me. Sweet niblets, I'm skinny dipping with said guy I barely know. We only kissed for the first timeat, like, two o'clock this morning.
"Joe-" I started after I rinsed my hair clean, how do I appologise for practicall begging a guy to have se with me? Oddly enough I'd never been in this situation before, I'd never even had sex before. The only guys I ever came close to were Jesse or Jake; Jake the cheater, and Jesse the guy who dumped me a month after Hannah came out because he couldn't handle all the scrutiny. I wondered idly if Joe had any inclination that I was still a virgin? The way I'd been acting since the crash was certainly no indication, that's for sure.
"I'm trying to do that control thing you seem to think I have, Miley." Joe ground out between clenched teeth. "Don't tempt me too much."
"Okay." I whispered and his expression softened when he looked at me.
"You're the fucking sexiest woman on the planet." Joe said, brushing his thumb across my lips lightly. "Any guy would be gay to turn you down, I would never reject you, Miley, ever." I blushed as he kissed my cheek lightly. "You're so gorgeous." He nuzzled against my cheek and I giggled at the feeling of his stubble scratching me.
"You need to shave." I told him. Joe nodded, moving back a little and he looked more at ease. He was still tense and aroused, but I think the 'crisis' was averted for now.
"I'd let you do it, but I don't think you have any experience in this." Joe teased and I let out a breath, back to happy Joe. His mood changes were a little dizzying.
"I'll have you know I'm plenty capable with a razor." I snapped playfully, trying not to think about what Joe did with razor blades. The last time he held one it was slicing a babies name in his arm. Luckilly I didn't need to shave because I'd waxed just before I left L.A, I wanted to be all nice and smooth in Paris. Legs, underarms, bikini area...
"You sure?" Joe raised an eyebrow at me.
"You can do it." I shrugged, holding the razor out to him. "I was just playing." Joe cocked his head to the side, contemplative.
"You do it." Joe decided, moving over and finding his shaving foam. A quick lather aplied to his face and he was ready and waiting. I bit my lip as I moved the razor slowly and carefully against Joe's skin, leaving a streak in the shaving foam and his hairless, smooth skin underneath. Joe leaned back, lifting himself onto his arms on the edge of the spring.
"Don't move." I whispered softly, moving around, but the only way I could reach him was to wrap my legs around his hips, which made him groan. If I just moved down a little it made me flush to think what I would be in contact with.
"Fuck." Joe swore, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as I continued. "Who would've thought this would be so erotic?"
"All done." I announced brightly, cupping water in my hands to wash the excess foam away when I was finished. "Joe Jonas, sexy man extroadanaire." I teased, unwrapping myself from around him, but before I could go far Joe's fingers closed around my hip and wouldn't let me leave, bringing me loser to kiss me.
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