Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(143)

“What are you in the mood for?” he checks.

“You,” I reply with a winking emoticon.

“I meant for food,” Joe responds.

“Surprise me,” I suggest.

When I step into the suite, I find a practically naked Joe, wearing only his boxer briefs. He assists me with my jacket and boots in the foyer. Joe greets Sadie as well before showing me the room service he ordered. He gestures for me to sit on his lap while he feeds us both some strawberries at the table in the main area. Eager for a different type of dessert, I turn my appetite onto Joe. Shifting in his lap more, I take my scarf from around my neck and begin to confine one of his wrists, tossing it under the chair and tie his other hand firmly.

“I like where you’re going with this,” Joe comments with a chuckle, leaning in for a kiss.

My mouth quickly goes to his as my legs straddle him. Our tongues fervently dance together for several beats until I peel away from him slowly. Joe growls his disapproval as I move away. Standing just a few inches from him, I creep my top up little by little until it’s off. Moving to my purse, I turn on some music from one of my playlists as I shimmy out of my jeans, leaving me wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Supporting my upper body with my hands on the arms of the chair, I lean in and kiss Joe several times, bouncing my lips and tongue to his neck and nipples before returning them to his mouth. My body spins, placing my back to him and I slowly lower my rear down, brushing over his groin as I dance to the music.

“God, your sexy,” Joe breathes out. He reaches for my body with his mouth several times — sometimes I let him get a taste.

Returning to my feet, I undo my bra while facing away from Joe, teasing him as my right arm extends out to the side and drops the garment on the floor. Next, I bend forward as I gradually lower my panties.

Joe lets out a guttural noise the moment my underwear reveals my sex. “Fuck, beautiful,” Joe exhales.

I sashay toward him, taking my time as I barely touch his body.

“Please,” Joe begs.

“What?” I feign, caressing my fingers along his arm as I move behind him. My hands brush down his shoulders and over his chest before pinching his nipples. My tongue tickles his earlobe before my teeth nip at it.

“Please,” he repeats. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet,” I tease, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back for me to kiss him.

Joe groans when I release him.

“You like that?” I play.

“Yes,” he confirms with a grunt.

“Where should I touch you next?” I inquire, removing my hands from his body.

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me,” he announces.

I move to kneel in front of him, trailing my finger nails down his torso and then curl them into the edge of his underwear. Joe lifts each hip, assisting with the removal of his boxer briefs until they’re past his knees and gather at his ankles. With one hand, I hold Joe’s cock firmly in place as my tongue swipes upward from his balls all the way to the tip of his shaft. Joe lefts out a carnal moan that sends shivers down my spine.


“More?” I ask.

“Yes,” he gulps.

“How do you want me to continue?” I ask innocently.

“However you desire,” Joe answers.

My tongue takes another taste of his stiff erection, causing Joe to sigh with a whimper. The tip of his cock slips inside my mouth as I tease him, nonchalantly sliding him deeper into my throat until I’ve got most of his penis covered. Joe’s eyes roll back as his head slumps forward.

“What would please you?” I search.

“Whatever pleases you,” he replies.

“Maybe I should make you beg,” I comment.

“If that pleases you,” he groans.

“Many things please me,” I reply, sucking on the tip of his penis.

“Fuck, beautiful,” he says through a clenched jaw as I shove him back inside my mouth.

I make him nice and wet from my saliva and then place his shaft between my breasts. “More?” I ask, directing my breasts to caress his manhood.

“Yes,” he confirms.

“Will you cum for me?” I check, sensing his increased excitement.

“Yes,” he huffs.

My own arousal heightens from the act of his shaft f*cking my tits — another first to add to our list.

Each time his cock slides up, my mouth opens, sucking on his head. It doesn’t take long for Joe’s climax to arrive, spraying some into my mouth while the rest drips onto my breasts. I gather Joe’s remaining cum on my fingers, slurping up every last drop.

“Please,” Joe begs. “Baby, please. Let me touch you.”

When I offer my mouth, Joe dives his tongue in, wanting a taste. I circle him, dragging my fingers over his skin, pinching his nipples and jerk his head back for my mouth to explore his again. My fingers fondle my nub and then dip in between my sex, searching for moisture.

“Please,” Joe requests after I consume my own juices.

“What?”

“Please,” he repeats. “I want to taste you. I want to touch you.”

I pleasure myself standing in front of him and offer my fingers after a few minutes, teasing him once or twice before letting him have some. Joe greedily sucks up every last drop, keeping my fingers secure in his mouth by his teeth so I don’t remove them too quickly.