Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(60)
Suddenly, an orgasm explodes inside of me, followed by another one as Joe continues to push inside while B.O.B. rests to the side.
Joe lowers himself down, pressing his chest into mine. His mouth explores my neck as his steady paced thrusts never falter from when he was kneeling.
“Make me cum,” I pant. I shift my waist slightly, causing my request to be met rather abruptly. “God . . . Joooooooe,” my voice hoarsely moans.
“Emma,” Joe grunts into my ear, cumming simultaneously.
We lay memorized by the moment, taking it all in.
Suddenly, I become embarrassed and try to hide my face.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Joe asks, turning my cheek for me to look at him.
“Nothing,” I lie.
“I think it’s hot,” he professes.
“What?”
“That you and Maggie got caught by Henry,” he explains.
I burry my face again.
“How many times did she make you cum?” he inquires.
“Three,” I admit, unable to look at him.
“And, Henry?”
My head snaps in his direction. “Eww, no!”
“Oh, sorry,” he bashfully apologies. “I didn’t know how it was with the three of you.”
“There is no three of us,” I inform. “That was the first time.”
“So Henry just watched?”
“Kind of . . . mostly,” I answer. “He and Maggie went at it.”
“And, you watched them?”
“Not really, um . . .” I blush.
“Tell me what happened,” he eagerly requests. “Please.”
“Why?”
“I’m curious,” he admits.
“Haven’t you had three-ways?” I question.
“No,” he bashfully admits.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
“I can’t believe that you haven’t had multiple women throw themselves at you,” I comment in disbelief.
“I have. I just never took them up on their offer,” he explains.
“Why not?” I peruse.
“I’m picky, and I have to be careful because of who I am,” he says.
“Why . . .” I start, then my brain registers his comment. “Oh.”
“I’ve seen enough people use and be used in even our social circles as well as many consequences for both parties involved.”
“Makes sense,” I reply.
“Please . . . tell me,” he requests again.
I nervously recount the details of our little threesome.
“Would you next time?” he searches.
“What?”
“Interact with Henry?”
“No! No,” I confirm. “Maggie and I have shared a guy in the past, but never one of her boyfriends. And, I most certainly won’t f*ck her husband. She knows that.”
“How many have you had?” he inquires.
“Threesomes?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know,” I honestly admit. “A few.”
With a smile, Joe asks, “When was your last one, before tonight, with Maggie and Henry?”
My mind recounts and I instantly panic, not wanting to share.
“What? When?” Joe presses.
Tilting my head to the side, unable to look at him, I mumble, “With Chris and Molly.”
“Oh,” Joe replies a little somberly. “Oh!” His voice perks up.
“What?”
“I remember hearing about that one,” he chuckles.
“When . . . ” I start, but then I remember when he overheard Maggie and I talking about it. “Why are you suddenly perky?”
“Because, I know he didn’t make you cum,” he reveals.
I blush.
“Was he able to before then?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but that was the only time Chris and I had sex,” I comment.
Joe’s smile widens immensely before he beings kissing me again.
“Stop gloating,” I demand.
Joe proceeds to kiss me, not giving me a verbal response.
“You’re proud of yourself? Aren’t you?”
“Hell yeah,” he admits. “I got you to orgasm four times the first time we had sex and he couldn’t even give you one.”
I do my best to hide a laugh.
“What?” he nervously checks. “There’s no way you faked them, not with how wet you were.”
Biting my lip, I reply, “Five.”
“Five? Five what?” Joe inspects.
I squeeze my teeth harder on my lip, trying desperately not to laugh.
Joe’s expression suddenly alters. “Five? You mean you had five orgasms?”
My head bobs slightly.
“Damn,” he says chuckling. “How many other guys gave you five.”
Smiling, I shake my head in protest.
“Four?”
My head continues to wave.
“Three?”
My head bobs again.
“Two?”
“No,” I admit.
“One?”
“Does it count if I had to touch myself?” I check.