Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(62)

“No,” I inform. “I was sunbathing . . . .”

Joe’s expression instantly changes.

“Don’t worry, no one can see me once I’m laying down,” I soothe. “Remember, I’m on the top floor.”

We take our time heading toward the bathroom, playing as he undresses. As I take out my ponytail and brush my hair, Joe’s hands gradually explore my body, causing me to get distracted when his fingers swirl along my clitoris. My ass presses into him, dancing back and forth over his cock.

With the water on, Joe guides me in, placing my back against the tile wall. Our mouths converge as one and my hands trail their way down to his penis. Joe grunts satisfaction while I softly stroke up and down his cock several times.

“Fuck me,” I whimper into his ear when his mouth finds my neck.

“How many times do you want to cum?” he inquires.

“As many as you’d like to give,” I offer, panting when he rounds my nipples.

“Should we see if we can break our record?”

Giggling, I comment, “If you think you can.”

“Am I allowed to have assistance from B.O.B.,” he searches, dipping one hand down to my sex.

“You didn’t need his help the first time,” I remind.

“True,” Joe admits. “Well condoms are tricky with water, so we’ll need to save the challenge for next time.”

“Ooo-kay,” I moan when he slips a finger or two inside me.

My eyes flutter the moment Joe’s tongue sweeps across my clitoris. He whips his tongue flawlessly across my body, and paired with his fingers, my first orgasm springs up rather quickly.

“One,” he announces.

My body spasms from the euphoria. “I thought you weren’t trying?”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t keep count,” he states, standing back up and offering me his mouth. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

Joe nudges my body to spin, facing the wall. His cock twitches against my ass as his hands play with my nub and folds as our mouths unite. My desperation for an orgasm quickly arises when visions of him f*cking me from behind flood my brain — this fantasy may need to happen sooner than later. Without direction, Joe inserts another finger into my wet cave, penetrating more spots all at the same time. Glorious shivers scatter through my body each time his teeth nip at the skin of my shoulder and neck.

“Cum for me,” he begs.

“Yes,” I moan, feeling it rising inside. My hips sway as his fingers continue their pursuit.

Without warning, the orgasm cracks through me like a thunderbolt.

“That’s it,” he affirms.

“More,” my voice hoarsely request.

“Gladly,” he replies. Joe spins me around to face him and we both lick his fingers clean.

Believing he’s taking too long, I reposition myself with my legs on either side of his right and lower my sex, rubbing, eager for more stimulation.

With a chuckle, Joe comments, “It won’t count if you make yourself cum.”

“That’s fine,” I concede, gripping his cock with my right hand.

Joe grunts the third time my hand pumps down his fully erect shaft. “Can you really make yourself cum like that?”

“Yeah,” I giggle. “It’s one of the ways women do it with each other.”

“Show me,” he requests, seizing my mouth.

Joe steps into me more, giving me a better angle and access to his thigh. My hips vigorously slide up and down as my right hand caresses his shaft. When Joe releases my lips, he keeps his forehead stuck to mine as he watches in amazement as my moaning keeps getting louder. Joe takes over stroking himself, wanting me to focus on making myself cum.

What Joe doesn’t realize is that I get off feeling his erection in my palm, knowing he’s hard for me.


I return my mouth to his, keeping our lips linked though they barely move. My breathing becomes shallow as the buildup rises.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” he bids.

“Yes . . . .”

“Cum for me and I’ll cum for you,” he reveals.

“Yes,” I pant, on the verge of sweet release.

With a few more swipes across his leg, the orgasm arrives. Joe grunts his release into my ear just a few seconds later. Our bodies don’t move for several moments other than our chests heaving.

“That was hot,” Joe states.

I blush at his words.

“Another first for me,” he admits, kissing me sweetly.

Needing and wanting more of him, my mouth blurts, “Fuck me.”

“More?”

“Yes,” I nervously confirm.

Joe reaches back and rinse his hand off and then checks my stomach for any leftover. Then, his fingers journey south.

“No,” I timidly protest.

Joe gives me a look before saying, “You said more.”

My lips snatch his for a second. “I want you to f*ck me.”

As good as my three orgasms were, my body wants more, my body needs more. My body craves him like oxygen. It needs him, it wants him. It’s demanding him in me.

“It’s really tricky to get the condom on with the water,” he explains.

“I don’t care.”