Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(29)

I loudly whimper my disapproval as liquid drips from my hungry vagina.

Joe shifts side to side several times as he pushes his boxer briefs an inch or two down on either side until his stiff erection pops up from its cloth cage. “Bite,” he commands, holding the condom wrapper to my mouth.

I eagerly comply, and in one quick movement, Joe yanks on the edge, allowing the packaging to open.

After successfully removing the condom with just his left hand, Joe instructs me not to move. I happily agree as I watch him roll the prophylactic down his shaft.

Less than five seconds later, Joe’s hands guide my body forward, rip off my panties, restrain my arms behind my back and insert his erection completely inside me. Our bodies shudder at the same time from the sensation of being connected. My head slumps forward as my body becomes intoxicated from being filled. With fast, quick, upward pulses, Joe continues to detain my arms behind my back. Instinctually, my arms pull up to resist their confines, but that action allows Joe to pump into me easier. My back arches as my body surrenders to the exhilarating rush moving throughout my veins. Pleasure courses through my body, drenching his cock — leaving me breathless.

After my second gasp for air, another climax ricochets inside me like a thunderbolt. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I whimper in satisfaction.

My knees slide away from Joe’s body because they’re weakening from the convulsions rippling through me. From my legs parting farther, Joe’s cock strikes at a different angle, and a third orgasm shakes through me.

“Emma,” Joe moans from his release.

My face burrows into Joe’s neck as my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.

“That’s . . . two pairs,” I mutter.

“Yeah,” Joe chuckles.

Before I’m able to completely catch my breath, Joe has us laying side by side facing each other on the bed. He sweetly kisses me as one of his hands caresses up and down my sweaty body.

“Don’t move,” he politely instructs.

“Why?” I question, speculating at his words. Propping my head up on my hand, I watch him head into his closet, easily getting distracted by the muscles in his ass flexing with each step. Not liking that he’s taking too long, I get up to follow him. Right as I round the corner of the door, we collide.

“I told you not to move,” he reminds. “Do I need to tie you up to get you to listen?”

“No,” I deny playfully. My body shivers a little as the memory of how we just had sex replays in my mind — who knew I’d like restraints?


With one hand behind his back, Joe uses the other to spin me and direct me over to the bed. His fingers sting my left butt cheek from a slap I wasn’t expecting — I surprisingly enjoy it. I crawl over the covers slowly, waving my ass as I go, peering back to see if he’s watching and if he might spank me again.

“You’re asking for it,” he teasingly commands.

“What?” I feign.

I’ve never had anyone hit my bare bottom, but I’m completely turned on. I purposefully keep my rear stuck up in the air to see if he will do it again.

Joe’s teeth nip my right butt cheek before I get the chance to shift my weight.

Oddly, his teeth on my ass makes me horny as well.

“Close your eyes,” he directs once I’m sitting.

“Why?” I question.

Joe gives me a peculiar, pleading look and I instantly comply. “I got you something,” he says nervously.

My eyes widen, worried by his statement.

Joe sits down and then hands me a white box with a red ribbon.

My hands tentatively take the gift from him and place it on the bed in front of me. My gaze looks to Joe, unsure of the moment. He seems excited and nervous, so I decide to just open it. Once I get the ribbon undone and the top of the box off, Joe quickly peels back the layers of tissue paper for me.

A tiny giggle escapes my lips when my eyes register the present. “Are these to make up for the two pairs you ripped off?”

“And extras, just in case,” he bashfully admits.

“How do you know my size?” I search.

“I have the first pair I ripped off, remember?” he comments, reddening in the face.

“Yeah . . . .” Another giggle bubbles inside of me.

“What?” Joe checks, sounding nervous.

“The idea that you sent Anna to get them popped into my head,” I muse, wanting him to squash the icky feeling inside.

“No . . . ummm . . . .” Joe’s eyes drop and bounce between my face and the bed several times.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he tries to blow it off.

“What?” I gently press, curious now.

“It’s nothing,” he deflects.

A wicked grin emerges on my face. “I’m using the first of my three questions,” I state resolutely.

The color in Joe’s face alters slightly. He lets out a huff. “I wanted to go in there . . . the store . . . but . . .” he begins.

“But . . . ?”

“But, I couldn’t.” He hangs his head a little in shame.

My heart pounds a little louder in my chest. “So, you did have Anna get them.”

“No. God, no,” he confirms.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Then what?”