Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(59)

Picking up the pace, Maggie’s fingers pulse inside me more intently. As the release stirs inside me, my left hand grips in her hair as my pelvis rocks over her face. The feeling of being filled more occurs, causing the orgasm to shatter into my body. As my convulsions subside, I hear Maggie announce her climax as well.


Maggie folds her body on top of me before my spasms finish, thrusting her sex over mine. We fervently kiss as she rocks her hips, causing our clitorises to rub against each other. Henry watches in amazement as she and I make each other orgasm again.

Giving me a chance to catch my breath, Maggie curls onto Henry’s lap, positioning him inside her. I watch the two of them for several minutes, finding myself yearning to feel Joe inside me.

I get the courage to straddle Henry’s legs, placing myself behind Maggie with my chest to her back. Maggie bounces her mouth back and forth to mine and Henry’s as she slides up and down his shaft. My hands explore her body, clasping onto her nipples and even lowering to play with her nub while one of her hands holds onto Henry’s shoulder as the other holds me tight against her.

Maggie suddenly peels herself off of Henry, leaving Henry and me on the bed staring blankly at each other. “Don’t move, you two,” she instructs.

Henry and I don’t move a muscle. We barely take a breath for air.

Now this is weird.

What feels like minutes, Maggie finally comes back with a toy her hand. She guides me to the side of her once she’s back on Henry and places the toy inside of me. To not freak out at the closer proximity I am to Henry, my hands cup her face and my mouth consumes hers. Maggie’s hand holds steady, keeping the dildo inside of me as my hips rock down and she resumes riding Henry.

At some point, I feel a larger, warmer hand wrapped around my waist, but I don’t flinch — especially when Henry’s face is a few inches from mine. My left hand drifts down, playing with myself as I get closer to orgasm. As soon as my release arrives, Maggie and Henry are not far behind.

I discretely move away, allowing them to have a moment. As I’m drying off the dildo with a towel in the bathroom, Maggie startles me. She kindly brings me my clothes and tells me that she and Henry are heading down to the kitchen and we’ll have dinner when I come down to join them.

“We good?” Maggie inspects.

“We’re good,” I assure.

“Thank you,” she says, kissing me on the cheek.

She’s out the door before I get the chance to reply.

A smile adorns my face the whole way down to the kitchen and all the way out onto the patio, where Arnold informs me dinner is taking place. My expression quickly changes when I see another person joining Maggie and Henry at the table — Joe.

Joe and I greet each other and I watch him and Henry carefully to see if anything was said before I came down. I don’t notice anything, but it still feels just as embarrassing as if something had been divulged.

I sit in awkward silence as Maggie and Henry strike up conversations. Joe chimes in from time to time, but I’m ultimately mute for the entire meal.

Joe offers to take me home and I forced to accept after Maggie points out that there’s no need to call a cab since we’re both going to practically the same location. Joe, Sadie and I sit in his car in silence the majority of the ride home.

“You okay,” Joe checks as we approach Pasadena.

“Mmm hmm,” I confirm.

“They didn’t say anything, by the way,” he chuckles.

My eyes widen and shoot to him.

“They didn’t have to,” he expresses.

My gaze turns toward the road in front of us.

“I could tell,” he begins. “The smell of you and by how you’ve been acting.” He lifts our joined hands and kisses the back of my knuckles.

Neither of us say anything as we get back to town and make our way up to my apartment.

Once I get the door open, Joe’s mouth seizes mine. “God, I want you,” he sinfully admits.

“Fuck me,” I decree.

Joe bites his lip before replying, “Gladly.”

His mouth takes mine and we dance together as one while our hands fumble with our own clothing and each other’s. When we reach the bed, we’re naked and Joe has a condom on. He climbs on top of me, but then rolls, placing me on top.

“No,” I state, struggling to get back under him.

My body needs him to plow into the depths of me.

Without question, Joe rotates our bodies and slides all the way inside.

“Yes,” I confirm my desires.

Joe lifts his body up to a kneeling position while my back stays on the bed. With a wicked grin, he takes hold of my hips and starts pumping inside of me. My eyes roll back, my hands grip tight on the edge of the mattress as my back arches, rejoicing in the sensation.

Suddenly Joe stops and I’m compelled to look at him. “What the hell?” I shout.

“Where’s B.O.B.?”

“Why?”

Joe confirms his thoughts with a look in his eye.

“Down there.” I point to the nightstand closest to him.


A grunt releases from my throat when Joe’s penis leaves my body.

Joe moves fast, grabbing B.O.B. and then hands him to me. My eyes flutter when Joe enters me again and it takes me a moment to activate B.O.B.. Steadying B.O.B. over my nub, I have a hard time keeping him in place as Joe slams into my body, wanting to enjoy the deep penetration. Joe stops thrusting each time my hand moves away from my sex, forcing me to focus.