Nothing But Thieves Imagines (Mature Content)

Authorized for Takeoff - Part 2 - Joe

Here we go, all - part 2 of the Joe airport/hair healthier than my future request hehe. Let me know how you like it!!  XD

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If I'd dreamed of Joe's breath on my neck - which I most certainly had - that fantasy was a mere shadow of how his hot mouth felt lowering to the soft flesh below my ear. His lips stuttered and  skipped across my skin, leaving me practically singed in their wake. 

Under his taut body I felt my back arch, my hands splayed out along his back, feeling the ripple of his shoulderblades through his threadbare green flannel. 

I arched more, trying to press against every inch of him, dizzy and drunk on him already, and he'd barely begun to touch me. 

"Idiots," he murmured, and I felt his wicked grin and slight chuckle against my skin.

"Excuse me?" I laughed, confused, then sucked in a hissing breath as he pushed the strap of my tank top aside and his tongue slid across my collarbone.

"Us. Complete idiots, the both of us." 

His hand ran lazily up my side, bunching my shirt and dragging his fingers across the skin of my ribcage. I could barely breathe. His eyes lifted again to mine.

"Why'd this take so long, hmm?"

I grinned and pulled him up into another heated kiss, this time pressing my tongue deep into his mouth, probing and swirling until a satisfying whimper emerged from his throat. 

I broke the kiss and stared into his cloudy eyes. 

"Well, you are kind of my boss, so there's that," I chided, beginning to unbutton his shirt. His breath came faster as he watched me.

"Hasn't stopped me wanting this...wanting you." 

His voice was low and gruff as I finished the buttons and pushed his shirt back, running my fingers softly over his sinewy shoulders. His hand scooped under my neck, grasping firmly as his mouth came down onto mine, holding me hostage to the depth of his kiss. 

His other hand pressed up my shirt, passing a light thumb over the lace of my bra.  My nipple pebbled immediately, poking against the rough fabric, drawing another of those guttural, sexy moans from his lips. For a bizarre moment I worried that merely the sounds he made could push me over the edge before he'd even touched me. 

He grinned up at me again, those damn sexy, confident blue eyes practically impaling me. He was so beautiful that sometimes it was hard to look at him without looking away.

Those dark pupils now flicked to the hem of my shirt and back in silent inquiry. When I nodded eagerly he ripped it over my head. 

I'll admit, the look on his face as he marveled at my nearly bare torso scratched an egotistical itch deep in my brain. 

He couldn't take his eyes off me. 

And for a few moments, a few torturous but incredibly sensual moments, that's all he did: look. His eyes trailed down my right side, across my belly button, up my stomach and rib cage, across to my shoulder and down again. It was an intense appraisal that, with anyone else, might have made me clam up or become self-conscious. 

But somehow, I knew that in Joe's reverent eyes, even my imperfections were beautiful. 

Then with sudden force his arm looped around my waist and hoisted me up. He sat back and drew me into his lap, straddling him. Those intense eyes seared up into mine as he caught me in another deep kiss, and his hands - god, his hands - rose to caress my chest. Those magic fingers started soft and teasing, running lightly over my bra. But soon they became hungry, stripping me bare and cupping, squeezing, pinching my nipples between deft fingers.