Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(77)

“Okay,” he assures.

“And, tell your team that I’m not your lady,” I insist. “It’s just sex.”

Joe laughs.

“What?”

“You want me to word it just like that?” he checks with a chuckle.

I give him a narrowed glare.

“I’ll make sure they don’t say anything,” he confirms.

“Thanks.”

Joe leads me to the couch and has me sit on his lap. Sadie is quick to join us and is practically on top of me. We pet Sadie for a long while until our hands become more occupied by each other’s body as we kiss. My body shifts, straddling Joe. His hands move quickly to remove my shirt, giving his mouth better access to my neck and chest. I’m able to get his dress shirt unbuttoned and pulled out from his pants along with his belt undone before my patience wears thin. As I stand up to take off my slacks, Joe rushes to slide his down to his ankles, kicking them off along with his shoes. Joe reaches forward, getting a firm hold of my hips before I get the chance to remove my bra and panties. I’m about to question if he’s going to rip off my underwear, but fall short when I watch him roll on a condom, shift my panties to the side and angle his cock at the rim of my hole.


The next thing I know, my body shivers at his penetration and Joe’s mouth is on my nipples. How the hell did he get my bra off that fast without me noticing?

My body has missed the feeling of him inside me. I immediately notice a difference in sensation from the last time we had sex — in my shower without a single layer between us. I strangely miss it, but I know we have to use protection. This is definitely a day where I’m fertile and the last thing I need or want is to get pregnant.

Joe pulses up as my hips rock back and forth over him. As the thought pops into my head, Joe’s hand is already circling my nub, bringing me closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Joe stands up, keeping himself inside me as he turns around and kneels on the couch and presses me against the back of it.

“Make me cum,” I beg into his ear.

Joe seizes my mouth with his, desperate to taste me as he thrusts inside, over and over again. “Promise to drench me?” he requests.

“Yes,” I pant as he pushes harder.

Joe’s pace quickens and my first climax arrives, saturating his penis so much that he almost pops out. As my body shakes from the euphoria, Joe’s mouth slurps up the wetness from between my legs and his hands frantically remove my underwear. When I think he’s done, Joe’s mouth moves to my clitoris as he lifts my entire body off the couch, draping my legs over his shoulders, carrying me to my bedroom. I’m forced to direct him since he can’t see and almost walks us into the left side of the doorway.

He gently lowers me down and his mouth moves back up my body, filling me with his cock before our mouths meet once more. Joe continues to pummel into me until another orgasm breaks open with his arriving at the same time.

“Two,” Joe announces, pulling out of me.

I whimper at the disconnect of our bodies, wanting more of him.

“Don’t worry, beautiful,” Joe comments. “I’m not done with you yet.”

My eyes droop from the intoxicating rush that continues to flood my veins, desperately trying to watch his body move out of the room and back in with another condom already in place.

With just a few steps, Joe strides back onto the bed and hovers above me. “Ready for more?”

“Mmm hmmm,” I accept.

Our mouths unite as his cock slithers back inside. My nails trail down his back, desperate to pull him as close as he can get before he laces our fingers together and pumps into me, this time with a slower, but still firm stride.

“This is my last one,” he says.

“What?” I pant.

“Condom,” he verifies.

“Damn,” I huff.

“Is it safe to not use them?” Joe checks.

“No,” I whimper from disappointment and the oncoming of another orgasm.

Joe shifts up, stabilizing onto his knees while holding my hips.

“Don’t . . . stop,” I direct, almost out of breath.

Joe’s hand tighten around my waist, yanking my body toward him as he shoves his cock into me, stimulating the spot that unleashes my third orgasm. My hoarse throat cries out in ecstasy, gulping for more air when another release surfaces. Joe topples over me, on the verge of his own satisfaction when my fingers dig into his back and my pelvis arches.

“Fuck, Emma,” Joe grunts into my neck.

We lay unmoving other than our chests heaving for oxygen.

“Five,” I barely utter.

“Huh?” Joe checks.

“Five,” I repeat, slightly louder.

Joe laughs and I can feel his smile press into my skin at his victory. “Well . . . at least I matched it.”

Sadie joins us on the bed, but doesn’t explore. She just plops her head on my shoulder, wanting some affection.

As we pet Sadie, Joe asks, “So, how do you know?”

“Know what?” I check.

“That we can’t keep going without . . .” Joe searches, but can’t finish.

“I start next week. So, as it gets closer, a woman is highly fertile just beforehand,” I explain.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I return.