Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(15)

Forcing my body up just after I’ve finished, I slip off of Joe and head to the walk-in closet.

“Where you going?” he checks. His body doesn't move.

“I’ll be right back,” I mention, staggering away.

Seeing that Joe’s eyes are still closed as I tiptoe back into the bedroom, I make haste with my plan of action and note that he’s already removed the used condom.

“What are you doing?” he questions, shifting his head to look in my direction.

“Nothing,” I return, securing one of his hands.

Joe doesn’t see what I’m doing until I’ve got his other hand captive.

“What are you up to?” he chuckles, trying to see how much he can move his arms.

“You’ll see,” I devilishly answer. I check to making sure he can’t break free from the scarf that is keeping him restrained to my bed frame.

“Where are you going?” he inquires with curiosity after I close the curtains and proceed to leave the bedroom.

“I’ll be right back,” I deviously confess.

“Emma?” he calls.


I walk away without another word.

In the kitchen, I check Joe’s bag that he brought along with the food and find a bunch more condoms. Perfect. I make sure Sadie stays in the living room before I head back to Joe. As I open the door, I place my right hand behind my back, not wanting Joe to see what I have.

“Told you I’d be back,” I playfully announce.

“What were you doing?” he searches with tension in his voice.

“You’ll see.”

There’s just enough light from the curtain that allows me to see what I’m doing. I place Joe’s bag next to the bed in front of the nightstand and place a glass measuring cup down as well. Straddling Joe, I move forward and kiss him.

“You had your dessert,” I explain. “And now, I get to have mine.”

“Should I be worried?” Joe laughs nervously.

“Do you trust me?” I seek.

“I’m not sure,” he admits.

“Here,” I offer my finger to his mouth after I dip it into the glass container.

“Mmmmm.” Joe’s body relaxes.

I’m surprised by my own bravado to follow through with my plan. I’ve never done what I’m about to do with Joe with any guy — not even Maggie.

Picking the cup and using my index finger, I scoop up some of the warm, gooey chocolate hazelnut spread I warmed up in the kitchen. I’m careful not to spill a single drop. First, I place some on Joe’s right nipple. Letting him lick my finger, I lower my mouth and proceed to suck every last bit off of him. Joe moans at my touch and his cock twitches beneath me.

Next, I drizzle some of the topping onto his other nipple. I watch for Joe’s reaction and then slowly lower my lips to slop it up. I glide some across his bottom lip, but only get to taste half of it since he licks his mouth. Shifting back, I then carefully use my finger to drip some over the length of his shaft. Joe does his best to stifle a groan.

“Too hot?” I check.

“No . . . I just didn’t expect you move there so quickly.”

I can’t help but laugh. My body slinks down to consume his chocolate eclair. There’s a slight salty flavor on occasion from the leftover cum. I eagerly share the taste with Joe which he seems happy to accept. I put the chocolate aside for a little bit as I work his penis, making it harder each time I swallow him whole. I purposefully build him up, getting him close to orgasm. Just before he’s ready to explode, I remove my mouth and take my time to drizzle a little more chocolatey goodness.

“Fuck, Emma,” Joe groans his frustration the second time I deny him climax.

“What?” I feign ignorance.

“You know what,” he confronts through gritted teeth while trying to show a smile.

“Tell me,” I coax, wanting him to know where his torture stems from.

“I . . . want you . . . ” he whimpers as I suck the tip of his penis for a second or two, pull away and then repeat.

“I’m not convinced,” I reply, teasing him more with my tongue.

“I want you . . .” he proclaims on a strained breath out.

“I’ll think about it,” I muse, rising up to explore his neck.

“Fuck,” he grunts, trying to move his arms as my mouth sinks around his flesh.

I retrieve the chocolate and drip some on my left nipple and then my right. Sucking the rest off my finger, I ask, “Do you want some?”

“Yes,” he quickly replies.

I lean forward letting his mouth consume my breast. Joe’s tongue laps up every little bit, and before I can pull away, his teeth capture my nipple.

“Behave . . .” I command on a moan.

When Joe’s mouth releases my skin, I turn to allow him to take my other breast. As his tongue reaches out for the first lick, I pull back. He groans in protest when he can’t reach me. I offer again, but deny us both the pleasure.

“I’ll behave,” he whimpers.

When his tongue makes contact with my skin, I slide my free hand down to fondle his cock.

“Do you want me to . . .” I begin, nipping at his earlobe, “. . . f*ck you? Or . . . do you want me to finish you with my mouth?”

“Either . . .” he confesses.