Breathe In (Just Breathe, #1)(177)

“Shit . . . Emma,” he groans through gritted teeth.

With just a few more glides up and down his shaft, I can feel his penis getting harder, readying to erupt. I slow my pace down just enough, allowing him to reach further in the back of my throat. My slowed pace is perfect because by the sixth time my mouth is stuffed full of his cock, Joe climaxes.

Before I get the chance to slurp up every last drop that tries to slip out through the corners of my mouth, Joe cups my face, tasting his cum on my lips and tongue.

“Mmmm . . .” he hums, rolling us over to where he is on top again.

In all of my years of having sex with men, I’ve never wanted to give oral sex. Not like I just did with Joe. This was sudden. Do I enjoy oral sex? Yes! Hell, yes! Maggie and I do it every time. I never bothered with men because after the first few guys that I did sleep with, who only took and never gave after receiving, ruined it for me. Why should they get two releases let alone one when they never took the time to really help get me off? I’ve had a few guys try to give me oral stimulation, but after a few minutes, they plunge right in with their dicks. They’d get their release and I would have to take care of myself. Most of them didn’t like it when I would rub myself while they were inside me, but then they never offered to do anything for me after they came or if they did they were unsuccessful and I’d have to fake it.


Along with always feeling sexually frustrated, I’ve never had a guy want to kiss me so eagerly after having his cock, let alone his cum, in my mouth.

Joe’s erection never goes away after I suck him dry. It just keeps twitching on my belly as he kisses me.

“Don’t move . . .” he commands after a slow, lingering kiss.

I watch him get up and head to the bathroom. Is he going to pee?

Ten seconds later, with his cock at full mast, Joe strides back into the room. I swear both he and his cock confidently stride around the bed, stopping at my feet. Joe tosses something at the dresser before he lifts his hand to his mouth. My eyes try to watch the object flying in the air, but my head snaps to look at him when I hear the tear of a condom wrapper.

Keeping his eyes on me and a grin on his face, Joe rolls the condom on as if it’s nothing. There’s no effort or attention needed to his action. Once it’s on, Joe crawls over me on his hands and knees. I try to sit up, but he yanks me to the side by my waist, repositioning me on the bed. He lowers himself on top of me before I can move to get on top of him.

Joe’s mouth returns to mine, exploring it with his tongue with deep, rhythmic strokes. His mouth shifts to my neck again, which just primes the pool of wetness between my folds.

“Fuck . . . me . . . ” I whimper, unable to wait any longer.

“Not yet,” he insists. He strategically dips just the tip of his penis inside me.

I moan my protest.

Waiting a second, he slides in a little deeper.

“Mmmmm . . . f*ck . . . me!” I groan, begging again.

“Not yet,” he repeats into my ear with that voice that gets me every time.

I gasp when he thrusts in, filling me completely. “Mmmmmm . . . .”

With measured pulses, Joe slides in and out of me. My hips rock in the opposite direction to his, ensuring optimal penetration. He kisses me, groaning each time he’s completely inside. A moan escapes my throat each time he thrusts in and I revel at the sensation. My mounds are so sensitive that I don’t think that it will take me long to cum again, which surprises me. When Joe’s mouth returns to my neck, my fingers scale down his back until they are low enough for me to grab his ass. My hands push, as if they’ll help him get further inside me.

Joe suddenly quickens his pace and my body immediately responds, clenching down and around his hard shaft inside me. We both moan with pleasure, feeling the moment building again.

“Harder . . .” I request.

He obliges.

“Yes . . . like . . . that . . .” I praise.

Joe’s thrusts quicken even faster and I can feel the ecstasy swirling inside me. My muscles clench more each time they’re stimulated by his penis rubbing them.

“Don’t . . . stop . . .” I command.

So close. I’m so close to cumming.

“Cum for me,” he exhales into my neck.

“Yes . . .” I agree.

I want to cum so badly.

Joe keeps his stride as I get closer and closer.

“God . . . I’m . . .” I wail as the pleasure surges through my veins, more intensely this time. My body convulses, more contented that satisfaction has been met again.

Joe slows his stride, but I know that he has not finished yet. He’s just waiting for me to catch my breath. Regaining self control and strength, I roll us over to where I’m on top. Kissing me, Joe slides us up to a seated position, resting his back against the headboard, which gives me something to hold on to.

Joe’s lips bounces between my mouth and neck as I rock back and forth over his even harder cock. Just as I find the urge to touch myself, Joe’s hand dips to the front of my hips and circles my clitoris with his thumb.

“Mmmm . . .” I moan my satisfaction at his touch. My back arches and I feel his slick tongue playing with my nipples. “Mmmmm.”

With the aid of his thumb, the very tip of Joe’s cock strikes a particular node in my cave, making me wetter and closer to another orgasm. My hand tightens on the back of his neck steadying my body as I wiggle deeper, harder on him.