Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(123)

“You’re too noisy,” he laughs.

“Please,” I say, pouting.

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


“What the f*ck?” 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 f*ck 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.