Just Breathe Trilogy Box Set (89 page)

“Yes,” I moan. My legs part further, allowing him better access.

Joe’s fingers slip behind my panties and circle my nub several times before penetrating me sex. “Shhh,” he instructs.

My teeth capture my bottom lip to stiff my noises as Joe’s lips run along my neck.

“I shouldn’t let you cum,” Joe says after a while, getting me very close.

“Why?” I whine.

“You were naughty,” he chuckles.

“No,” I gulp my objection.

“Yes,” he presents. “You were flirting with my brothers.”

“It . . . meant nothing,” I pant. “I did it . . . to through them off.”

“From what?” he asks, continuing to deny me release.

“From knowing about us,” I confess, whimpering.

“You seemed to enjoy it,” he mentions.

“A little,” I admit. “Only . . . .” I can’t finish my statement when his fingers stop.

“Only?”

“Only . . . because it bothered you,” I share.

“You encouraged them,” he charges.

“I had to be convincing,” I claim. “Or else they, Jimmy and Allen wouldn’t have believed me.”

Joe’s hand resume their task, but deliberately moves so I can’t cum. “Did it turn you on?”

“What?” I whimper, desperate to finish.

“Seeing that it bothered me?” he explores.

“No,” I lie on a huff.

“Naughty,” Joe returns.

“No,” I object.

“You just lied,” he replies. “So, you are being naughty.”

“No,” I pant.

I have to admit, there was a little thrill when I saw the look on his face when I kept encouraging Tony and Thomas to flirt with me. I’m not interested in playing those kinds of games, but it’s nice to confirm how he feels — it validates my suspicion from how he reacted when he saw Chris’ and my hands together at the premier.

“Tell me the truth,” Joe directs with his sexy voice. He wiggles his fingers and then stops.

“A little,” I confess.

Joe’s fingers continue to tease me, but refuse to let me climax.

“Please,” I whimper.

“What?” he chuckles into my neck as he licks it.

“Please,” I groan. “I want to cum.”

“You sure?” he checks with a devilish tone.

“Yes,” I affirm.

Joe’s fingers pause as he suddenly shifts and pins my arms above my head. He laughs at my protest.

“Please,” I beg. “I want to cum . . . for you.”

A moan escapes Joe’s throat at my announcement. “You better soak my hand.”

“Yes,” I agree, feeling it surfacing inside.

My face turns to the right and my mouth pushes into my arm, desperate to contain the noises rising in volume from my throat. My lungs suck in sharply as the orgasm pours into me from Joe’s teeth tightening on my left nipple. I swear I can hear him chuckle as my body spasms from the euphoria.

“Good girl,” Joe praises as he sucks his fingers. He makes me watch him get every last drop, not offering any to me. His mouth jumps to my sex, slurping up my leftover juices.

“Fuck me,” I beg after his mouth travels up my body.

Joe shakes his head.

“Why not?” I check.

“You’re too noisy,” he laughs.

“Please,” I say, pouting.

Joe gets up off the bed and heads to the door.

“What the fuck?” I complain in a whisper.

I can’t see Joe’s face, but I know something’s up when he stops and doesn’t open the door. Instead, the sound of a latch being turned quietly echoes into the room. With an erection poking through his underwear, Joe strides back to the bed. He suddenly scoops me up, hoisting me over his shoulder and carries me toward the bathroom. As soon as the light is on and the door is closed, Joe’s hand slaps my ass and I whimper full of excitement. He gently lowers me to the floor, but takes my wrists, locking them in front of me as he starts the shower. Guiding me by my arms, Joe leads me over to the counter. He lets go of my wrists briefly to lift me up, placing my ass on the edge. My hands move to get a hold of him, but he pins them behind me.

“We don’t need condoms, right?” he inquires.

My head nods confirmation.

With his free hand, Joe removes his shirt, only switching hands to toss it to the side. Then, he yanks his underwear down until they fall to the floor. My eyes travel down his chest and fixate on his cock when they see it. Joe lifts the edges of my tank top all the way up over my head and twists it around my forearms behind me to keep them restrained.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a grin.

“For what?” he searches with a little worry in his voice.

“For flirting,” I present.

“I’m not mad,” he says with a laugh.

“Really?!”

“Really,” he assures.

“I knew why you were doing it,” he confesses.

“So you weren’t jealous?” I inspect.

Joe leans closer with his hands resting on either side of my legs and his face an inch from mine. A smile spreads across his lips. “Who’s the one you’re begging to fuck tonight?”

My expression matches his. “You.”

Joe nods. “That’s right, beautiful,” he affirms with the sexy voice.

A low hum exists my lips.

Joe chuckles at my response.

“I promise to be good,” I share. “At least for the rest of the night.”

“Don’t promise that, beautiful,” Joe directs sweetly.

“Why not?” I ask, confused.

“Because,” he begins. “I like it when you're naughty.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” he confirms.

“You’ll confuse a girl with that,” I state.

“How so?” he checks.

“A girl gets confused on whether to be good or naughty,” I share.

Joe’s lips press to mine. “I love both sides,” he says, keeping his lips stuck to mine. “As long as I can have you, I don’t care which one you give me.”

“What if you get bored?” I explore.

“You amaze me every day, beautiful,” he admits. “There’s no way I can get bored with you.”

Looking down, I shift back and forth on each ass cheek. “These are one of the pairs you bought me.”

Joe’s look down for a second or two. “I thought they looked familiar.”

His hands tickle my legs as they move up my body and cup my breasts. “I want you,” Joe announces with his lips brushing my cheek.

My lips snag his ear. “I want you,” I reply.

His mouth trails down my neck, over my breasts and around my navel as his hands explore other areas. In one tear, Joe rips my panties, exposing my naked sex on the edge of the counter. His hands grip my ass and pulls me closer to his mouth after he kneels. It doesn’t take long for his tongue and fingers to bring me close. Not letting me finish, Joe stands and takes off my restraints, then slides his cock inside my swollen cave. My arms circle around his neck for my hands to tangle in his hair.

Joe carries me to the shower, propping me against the wall before he resumes pumping into me. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to arrive, forcing my face into his shoulder to curb the noises from leaving my mouth.

When I’m sure my moans have subsided, my mouth takes Joe’s before he finishes grunting his own satisfaction. He lowers me to the floor and I moan at the removal of his body until his mouth consumes my sex. Joe drinks our fluids up and offers some to me when he stands.

“
Bunny style
?” he checks.

“Yes,” I confirm with a giggle. The second I spin around, Joe’s penis is at the lining of my opening after propping my left leg up on the tile ledge.

“Ready?” he searches.

“Yes,” I agree.

Joe presses his body into me as his cock buries deep. His left hand holds firmly to my waist as his other gathers in my wet hair. “Harder?” he asks with his face close to mine.

“Yes,” I confirm.

His fingers tighten and gently yank my head back more.

Being worked up as much as I am and feeling him, all of him, unsheathed in his most natural form, my body quickly responds as the orgasm gathers and builds again. My hand clasps over my mouth to stiff the sounds reverberating from deep inside me — can’t be too careful even with two locked doors and water running. As Joe’s cock stiffens for his own release shortly after mine arrived, another tears through me.

“Three,” Joe hums into my neck. “You need more?”

“Yes,” I say, turning to face him.

“Tell me,” he instructs.

“I want you,” I state willingly.

“Do you need me?”

“Yes.”

“Say it,” he commands.

“I need you,” I answer.

Joe lifts me up, securing me against the wall and slides back inside. With slow, long, hard thrusts, Joe continues. “God, Emma, I love the way you feel wrapped around me.”

“Yes,” I pant.

Our bodies dance as one, getting lost in each other. Joe takes his time as if nothing else matters. When my orgasm surfaces, Joe fights to control his own release to make sure I finish before he allows his own. We stand entwined as we rinse off and then get dressed.

Joe tucks Sadie and me in bed, laying on top of the covers waiting for me to fall asleep. Exhaustion kicks in quickly — I vaguely remember Joe leaving, hearing him chuckle to my opposition of the removal of his body from mine.

“Emma, wake up!” a voice calls.

My eyes open to a dark room, only lit by a dim light that is beyond a door. Two large, warm hands steady my face as I try to focus on who is with me.

“Is she okay?” a voice asks.

“She’ll be fine. She just needs a minute,” the other says. “Emma?”

“Yeah,” I reply, waking up enough to realize what happened. “I’m good.” I choke back my emotions, not wanting Jimmy and Allen to see me like this.

“Emma?” Jimmy questions.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask what it was about?” Jimmy continues.

“The accident,” I offer.

“Oh,” he replies. “You okay?”

“I will be, thanks.”

“Joe’s got this,” Allen comments to Jimmy.

“If you need us, we’re just up there,” Jimmy instructs.

“Thanks,” I accept appreciatively.

Joe sits with Sadie and me until I’ve completely calmed down. “You good?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

I see the hesitation in Joe’s eyes, not that he doesn’t believe me, but because he doesn’t want to leave.

“I’ll be . . .” Joe starts.

“Stay?” I ask, not giving him a chance to finish.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

We get settled under the covers and my brain races through the images I just saw.

“It didn’t sound as bad,” Joe loosely comments.

“It wasn’t,” I verify.

“Good. Anything different?”

“Just the driver. It was a faint image of Dean,” I explain.

Joe doesn’t say anything, but I feel him nod. Our lips unite and my body craves him desperately.

I shift and pull him closer, pressing my groin into his. Joe’s body responds immediately, returning the gesture as his cock stiffens. His lips break from mine, tasting my neck before he nips my ear.

“I want you,” I profess.

“You sure?” he hums.

“Yes,” I pant.

“You’re going to have to be quiet,” he muses.

Biting my lip, I nod.

Joe groans eagerness as he lifts my shirt and licks my nipple. His mouth bounces back and forth between my breasts as I help to take off my tank top. With his tongue to my neck, Joe slithers his left hand down my body, teasing and tickling me as it dips down to my sex. My hips rock up to greet the warmth of his hand, wanting more pressure of his appendages over my sex. His fingers slip under my panties and play with my nub before exploring my wet cave. My mouth stays connected to his as my hips sway to the music he’s creating from penetrating me.

“Shhh,” he whispers. “You’re getting loud.”

“I’m . . . trying . . .” I moan.

“You’re going to need to do better if you want to cum,” he announces.

“I . . . can’t help it,” I confess.

“Why?”

“Because of what you do to me,” I whimper.

Joe laughs. “Do you like what I do to you?”

“Can’t you tell?” I moan.

“Yes,” he admits. “I just want to hear you say it.”

I bite my arm to stifle a groan from his fingers twitching inside me. “Now?” I ask.

“No,” he verifies.

“Good,” I whimper as the orgasm closes in on me.

Joe lowers his mouth to my clitoris which instantly provokes my release. I turn my head to the side, shoving my face into the pillow as I bite it to muffle the sounds. My left hand grips the back of Joe’s head, making sure he doesn’t move until I’ve completely finished.

Since his shirt is already off, Joe slips out of his shorts as my body finishes relishing in the lingering pleasure. He lays on top of me, sharing his mouth and caressing my skin with his touch. Joe takes his time, winding us both up before he finally enters me. Pulse after pulse, our bodies dance together. Joe laces our fingers together with my right hand while the other holds my chin. Our foreheads are pressed together, rocking with our movements unless our mouthes are united. My second orgasm gradually surfaces, remaining longer than the first.

Joe flips us over, placing me on top. When I move to sit up, he pushes my legs wide and guides my upper body down to his. He holds my face as his tongue slips in to greet mine. My breasts stick to his chest and my fingers curl into his hair. Joe’s hands slide down my body, taking hold of my waist as he pumps up.

“Fuck me,” I request.

“No,” he refuses.

“Please,” I beg.

“Not tonight,” he replies.

I groan disappointment.

“I will make you cum,” he states.

“Promise?”

“Yes,” he grunts.

Joe’s pace quickens a little, getting a longer and deeper thrust. My teeth nip at his neck and shoulder and I can feel his cock stiffening. The walls of my cave clench down, becoming more sensitive with each stroke. The orgasm rattles through me, shaking every cell of my body as I force my face into the pillow, stifling my screams of satisfaction.

“Emma,” Joe groans into my neck. “You are so beautiful.”

I’m unable to verbally respond other than to moan.

Joe’s cock hardens more, readying for his release, and another round of pleasure takes over my body. He wraps his arms around my back, pulling me more into him. Our tired bodies cling to each other, desperate to stay connected regardless of the sweat that has gathered between us. When I lift my head, Joe cups my face and kisses me passionately.

“Another first for me,” Joe chuckles.

“What?” I search, not comprehending.

“In the apartment. Last night and tonight,” he shares.

“Seriously?” I say shocked.

“Yes,” he replies bashfully.

“You’ve never brought women back?”

“No.”

“Wow,” I breathe.

“What?”

“How long had it been for you before we started?” I peruse.

“About as long as you,” he reveals.

“So you do have another fuck buddy,” I comment.

“What? No.”

“But, you said . . . .”

“I meant since you and Chris,” he explains. “What did you think I meant?”

“Me and Maggie,” I offer.

Joe laughs.

“Good thing we just finished,” I mention.

“Why?”

“Because you mentioned Chris,” I present.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologizes. “Did that ruin it?”

“No,” I say honestly.

“Good,” he says with a smile.

I shift so his manhood slides out of me, but I remain laying over him, propping my head up on his chest. Liquid leaks from my vagina, making me squirm a little.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I downplay it.

“What?”

“It’s dripping a little,” I reveal.

Joe chuckles. “Want me to clean it up?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I’d be happy to,” he states.

“I know.”

Sadie moves closer, placing her head next to mine.

The three of us lay together for some time until the need to pee arises. When I get out of the bathroom, I notice that Joe got dressed — I wonder if he’s cold.

Sliding back under the covers, I pout when Joe doesn’t do the same. “You aren’t going to try to stay the night?” I speculate.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to, not with them here,” he mentions.

“We could be clothed. Say you feel asleep while keeping an eye on me,” I suggest.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “They saw what happened. It would make sense.”

Joe smiles and turns to open the door a little and then slides into my side of the bed, moving me to the middle. He hands me my top and bottoms and I curl into him once I’m dressed. Sadie lays across our laps and sleep falls upon Joe and Sadie quickly with me not too long to follow.