Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(5)

“Fuuuuuck . . . Emma,” he groans, surrounding my face with his hands.

By the second thrust into my throat, Joe is as hard as a rock. Pumping up and down his erection, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, I can feel his urgency arising. I take his shaft with my right hand as I work him with my mouth and drop my left hand to play with my clitoris. I swirl my tongue all around a certain area and it doesn’t take long for him to moan confirmation of the exact spot to strike to make him orgasm. Grabbing my wet hair, Joe plunges into my mouth five more times before his ejaculation spills into my throat.

I lift to stand and Joe cups my face, diving his tongue into my mouth. After several lengthy kisses, Joe’s lips slide to my chin, rounds my neck and then graciously nibbles my breasts all the way down to where he’s in a kneeling position in front of me. Joe kisses all around my thighs and belly, but deliberately avoids my swollen sex.

“Is this what you want?” he checks, barely connecting his mouth to the spot just above the crease to my opening.

“Yes . . .” I pant.

My hands move to press his head closer to my body, but Joe pins my wrists to the wall.

“And, this?” he confirms, kissing me in the same location, this time with a little more force.

“Yes . . .” I whimper as my body shakes from its aching need.

“And, this?” His tongue takes one, long, upward stroke, just breaching the crack of my folds.

“Yes . . .” I heave. My hands pull at their restraints and my hips lunge for more of his mouth as he pulls away.

Leaning my head back in frustration, my body quivers when Joe’s tongue finally contacts my skin. With my hands still trapped by his, Joe’s mouth begins its deluge of pleasure on my sex. His tongue whips ferociously across my clitoris, bringing me closer and closer. I’m so sensitive. My nipples harden and my hips rock against his face as his tongue strikes inside my hole for a moment and then back up to my nub. He continues his pursuit on my clitoris, denying my vagina any sensation from his fingers since they are still wrapped around my wrists. The bittersweet lashing of his tongue makes me yearn for penetration even as my climax rounds the corner for the last lap of the race.


My hands tighten into fists and my hips rock, pressing my groin as hard as I can against Joe’s tongue, wanting, — no — needing to cum.

“Don’t . . . stop . . .” I command on each breath out.

Just as my orgasm is about to arrive, Joe’s left hand lets go of my arm and thrusts inside of my wet hole. My body shudders from the euphoria that bursts into me and spreads all the way to the edges of my fingers and toes like a wild fire. My body convulses as Joe laps up ever last bit of juice from my sex before standing back up, holding me against the wall. He graciously relinquishes his mouth to mine for me to taste what’s left that hasn’t already been swallowed.

“Better?” he inspects with a pleased grin on his face.

“Yes . . .” I answer unable to open my eyes.

Joe slightly pulls his body away from mine and I can feel the fatigue in my muscles. He holds me in place, supporting me until he knows I can balance. We finish washing ourselves and each other, getting out just after our fingers start to become pruney. I don’t bother to put on makeup, but I do add lotion and coconut oil to my face and body. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Joe watching every little thing I do. He purposefully bumps into me or deliberately touches my body if we aren’t in close proximity for even just a few seconds.

I quickly get dressed, wanting to indirectly hint to Joe the need for him to leave. I know there’s a seventy percent chance Jared will come over at some point today if he isn’t already on his way now. Not wanting to be completely rude after the second round of awesome sex, I make us smoothies. Once I pour the beverage for the two of us, I hand Joe his glass before he gets the chance to sit down at one of the bar stools.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” he speculates.

“What?! No.” I deny.

Shit. Am I obvious?

“Yes you are,” he laughs.

“No, I’m not,” I contend.

“It’s okay. I know this is new for you,” he address the lingering thoughts in my head. Joe places his empty glass in the sink and slides his body against mine.

“It’s not . . .” I lie unconvincingly and gulp down the remaining contents in my cup. “It’s Jared.”

“What about him?” Joe questions, placing his body in front of mine with his hands on my hips.

“He’ll be coming over soon,” I explain.

“I thought he just asked for you to text or call to check in,” Joe searches, trying to understand.

“He did, but . . .” I begin.

“He’s going to come here to check up on you anyhow,” Joe states, displaying his comprehension.

“Yeah,” I agree sheepishly.

I think I can keep Jared at bay with calling him a little later and talking, but I don’t need Joe to know that. There’s no need to prolong this awkwardness.

Dropping his lips to mine, Joe savors the moment. “See you later, beautiful?” he hums.

“Okay . . .” I weakly mutter.

After Joe leaves, the thought to rebound pops into my head, but I just can't bring myself to do it after the craziness that happened last night and this morning. My body is fatigued and sore. Instead, I opt to strip the bed and change the sheets — no need having Jared show up and smell the rules that were broken. Once I get the new sheets on, I immediately toss the used ones in the washer. Sadie and I then curl up on the bed and I start reading until I literally can not keep my eyes open.