Stained | Joe Sugg

Part Three

"Joe, you don't have to kiss me because you feel sorry for me."

"Feel sorry for ya? You idiot." He smiled widely and kissed me again, this time I didn't pull away. Maybe I was dreaming. That must be it. Everything makes so much more sense. I was obviously still asleep on the couch. This is silly. It's just a dream. Oh well, better enjoy it while I can.

I smiled into his kiss, placing my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. I felt his weight shift, pulling me just slightly under him, as he rested between my legs. I had never been this intimate with anyone, really. Sure, I've done some things, but nothing had ever felt this good. His lips trailed down my neck, suckling on my collar bone. Who knew that dream me could imagine such a sexy situation? I mean, this isn't the first sexy dream I've had about Joe, but goodness, it was definitely the most real.

"Why can't all of my dreams be this delightful?!" I gasped, feeling his teeth nipping at the skin on my neck.

"Norah, love, you aren't dreaming."

I pulled Joe's head away from me and looked at him in a panic. "Oh fucking hell."

His laughter rang out through my flat and I tried desperately to cover my face with my hands. "It's okay, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is great." His hands pulled my arms away, wrapping them around his neck. "You're such a loon. Can't you see that I like you too?"

I blinked a few times. "Really? Like really really? Not just because this is a perfectly acceptable situation in which you could easily convince me to get naked with you?"

"I mean, that helps."

We both laughed, and I suddenly felt very strange and stupid. "Oh god, Joe. What are we doing?"

"I don't know, but I like it. I like being here with you. I want to do this. I wanted to do this the night that I stayed here and edited that damn video. I had a flawless plan to come tell you and woo you with my kissing. It obviously didn't play out."

I smiled and scrunched my nose up, kissing him again. "I had a plan too. I wanted to come downstairs that night and absolutely ravage you. Also, didn't quite play out."

This is absurd. How is this real? This can't actually be real. Maybe I'm dead! Maybe my miracle coma really did happen to me and my fantasies are just playing out as a movie to satiate me in purgatory. That must be it.

Joe slowly pushed himself off of me, standing up and stretching, his body making small crunchy noises as he did so. I stared at him, watching his shirt ride up as he stretched. "Let's go" he smiled. He reached out for my hand and pulled me off of the couch. I followed him up to my room and felt butterflies raging inside. I shut my door and pushed him towards my bed, pinning him to the mattress. I don't understand what is happening. I feel like a ridiculous horny teenager. I am 25 years old! I need to get it under control! I kissed his lips with a bit of force, earning a moan from the cute boy beneath me. His hands fumbled around my hips, digging his fingers in and occasionally squeezing. I gasped, pulling away from his face. He smirked at me and I shook my head. This is insane.

I leaned down again, pressing my lips to the mole on the side of his jaw. I kissed each mole that trailed down his neck, happily sighing as I made my way down to his collar bone. My hands found their way to his shirt, pulling on the hem slightly. He inched up, enough to pull the shirt from his body. I ran my fingers across his chest, admiring every facet. He was perfect. Utterly perfect. I sat up, straddling his waist, pulling my own shirt over my head. Joe's lip was being bitten viciously by his own teeth as he looked at me. His eyes rested on my breasts for a moment before pulling me down into another round of heated kisses.