Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(107)
“Promise?” I question playfully.
Joe’s eyes narrow and I quickly comply, catching the severity in his gaze. He taunts me, dancing his fingers across my skin as he nips at each cheek several times. Finally, my ass sweetly stings from his slap. Right as I suck in some air, he strikes me again on the other cheek. My fingers curl into the blankets below me when a third slap is delivered. Joe’s tongue returns to my flesh, cooling the skin that still burns slightly from his pleasurable assault.
My ass tingles as it brushes against the blankets when Joe flips me onto my back. He climbs over me, kissing my body as he moves up until he stops at my breasts. His teeth clamp down on each of my nipples several times with the right amount of pressure to make me squeal. When our mouths converge, Joe laces his fingers with mine and restrains them over my head. He angles himself at the edge of my sex, teasing us both before sliding all the way in. The stroke of his cock tantalizes each sensitive spot inside me. He purposefully brings me close, but denies me the pleasure of an orgasm two times before my body is so overly stimulated that it erupts from the slightest of movement. Joe stays inside, thrusting until another release rounds quickly.
Keeping us connected, Joe asks, “Bunny style?”
“Please,” I whimper, excited by the idea.
Joe flips me over and I get into position on my hands and knees. He steadies our bodies before placing his cock at my entrance. Cautiously, Joe penetrates my cave, slipping in just a little before pulling back out. I groan with excitement and enjoyment of the sensation. The next thrust in, Joe buries his cock a little deeper before sliding back. On the third entrance of my sex, Joe’s penis is fully inside me. It takes him several more times to build up to a comfortable rhythm as he holds firmly onto my hips. My arms begin to shake as the momentum builds and my body lowers, planting the side of my face against the bed. Joe leans into my back, draping over me as his hand reaches around and plays with my clitoris. The angle at which his cock is stroking my mounds brings on a thunderous climax that echoes from deep inside me, making my throat sore by the end of it. I can feel Joe’s heightened arousal when his penis hardens, penetrating my already hypersensitive folds and within seconds, forcing another orgasm to splash through my body. Joe’s pace quickly slows and lengthens, signaling that he’s found his own pleasure.
“You are so f*cking sexy,” Joe says as we cuddle.
With a smirk, I admit, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I liked it,” he confesses.
“Of course you did,” I verify. “I think you came just as hard as I did.”
Laughing, Joe explains, “Yes, but I meant when you were teasing me at the event.”
“Oh,” I reply.
“I kept trying to think of something dirty to write back, but I couldn’t with so many people around,” he reveals.
“Do I get to spank you if you do write anything?” I ask sinfully.
“Sure,” he agrees.
“What about tying you up?” I check.
“That too,” he confirms.
Eighty Seven
The next couple of days after Nathan’s private event zoom by and Halloween approaches rapidly with it suddenly just one day away. Jimmy and Allen stayed on the West Coast to join us for the party. This year, we’re attending Ayana’s annual Halloween Bash which is invitation only. We were invited last year by Caleb, but we stayed with our usual routine of hanging out in WeHo bar hopping like — as our tradition. This year, with all of the paparazzi and crowds, Ayana’s is the most logical option. Aside from the event being an invite-only party, there will be additional security for all of the celebrities who attend.
My friends and I meet up at Nathaniel’s to finish getting ready, planning to arrive together. Our bodyguards collaborate in advance to assign inside and outside watches Each man who will be monitoring the exterior of the building will be dressed in their usual attire, whereas those who will be inside will be dressed up like characters from Men In Black.
When we arrive, I watch through the tinted window of my ride at the paparazzi who are having a field day as each car pulls up to let out its passengers. Many of the guests are dressed up so well that it’s hard to identify who they are.
An endless sea of camera flashes sparkle across my line of vision as I step out onto the red carpet and follow Jared and Nathan into the club. We’re greeted by Molly who is dressed as a burlesque vixen, with her breasts pumped up as high as they can go without showing any nipple. The furniture has been rearranged with a few sofas and chairs along the walls and the usual dining tables have been removed and replaced with round, standing bar tables. There’s a band already playing on the stage and the decor of the room is that of an old burlesque style theater.
Servers walk around with the old, wooden box serving trays, carrying food and drinks as people chat or dance. My friends and I scan the place, sharing which celebrities we recognize, who has the best costume and other incidentals.
“Glad you could make it,” Caleb greets with his lips brushing against my left ear.
“Thanks for inviting us,” I return.
Caleb slips his hand on my hip, but it’s not as intrusive a gesture as it has been in the past. Looking to everyone at the table, Caleb mentions, “Make sure you all enter for the contests. We do have a category for best-dressed group.” He welcomes everyone and is very kind to Joe, Jimmy and Allen.