Just Breathe Series (Trilogy Box Set)

by Martha Sweeney

  Henry and Maggie leave the reception while at least half of the guests continue to dance and celebrate into the night. I hide in a corner, sitting in a lounge area away from the single men who keep asking me to dance or offer me a drink. Jared and Nathan come by first, followed by Jimmy, Allen and Joe. Lee and Richard bring a few stragglers along with them, mostly the men who I’ve been avoiding.

  Jimmy and Allen disappear first followed by Jared and Nathan about a half hour later. I beg Jared to stay, but sex is more important than saving his best friend from a bunch of boys. It doesn’t take long before some of the men start to move closer and talk to me. I try my best to be polite until I can’t stand it any longer. I need to get away. But how?

  “We forgot to give Henry and Maggie the thing,” I abruptly announce to Joe.

  With a puzzled look on his face, Joe just stares at me.

  “Come one.” I pull on Joe’s sleeve to get him to stand up.

  “I don’t think now is a good time to bother them,” he counters.

  “We aren’t going to bother them. We’ll take it to the front desk and instruct them to deliver it with their morning breakfast,” I explain to make my actions sound more realistic to the men around us.

  Without question or hesitation, Joe follows me as we duck around corners or rush past open doorways to prevent ourselves from being seen.

  “What are we doing?” he asks when we get stuck behind a pillar. “What thing did we forget to give Henry and Maggie?”

  “Shh . . . the thing, remember,” I inform him, as if he knows what I’m talking about. “We’re waiting until it’s clear to go by.”

  “Why? Why don’t we just walk by?”

  “Shhh . . . I don’t want to be seen or heard,” I explain.

  “Why don’t you want to be . . . ” Joe’s voices trails when I yank on his collar to follow me, dragging him behind me into a staff member service elevator.

  “I don’t think we’re allowed to use this one,” he contends, slowing down as I enter the box.

  I pull him in and press the button for the doors to close. As soon as we have privacy, I press my body against his and seize his lips. Joe doesn’t object, instead, he presses harder into me forcing me back against the wall.

  “So, what’s the thing we forgot?” Joe questions once the doors open to our floor.

  “You’ll see . . . ” I offer with a smile as we walk casually down the hall to our rooms.

  Joe ushers me to my room. I guess he thinks the thing I’m talking about is in my room.

  I turn to face him and check down the hallway before I reach into his jacket pocket and pull out the very item I intended to get.

  “What are you doing?” he questions as I shift around him and walk towards the other side of the hall.

  Biting my lip, I hold up what I took out of his pocket. Without taking my eyes off of him, I slip the key in the slot behind me and crack open the door. I don’t say a word as I push the door open further and turn to go into his hotel room. As soon as the door closes, I hear Joe lock the security latch. There’s one light on in the room, but it’s coming from the bathroom, causing me eyes to take a moment to adjust.

  I walk over to the dresser and gently set down my purse. Joe’s body brushes against mine when he places his right hand on my hip and turns on the small lamp that is next to me on the dresser and sets down his ruby cufflinks. Turning my head to the left, I can see Joe out of the corner of my eye. Joe caress my naked arm and I knowingly lean back into his body. Holding my cheek, Joe delicately kisses me as if he’s savoring the moment. My right hand rests on his and my left seeks to curl into his hair, not wanting him to stop.

  I moan when Joe removes his lips from mine, but I’m pleasantly surprised when his fingers begin to unbutton the back of my dress, taking his time. After the top three are undone, Joe’s fingers tease my spine, gradually caressing my skin to the bottom of the back opening. I begin to take care of the few buttons that are at my lower back, but Joe eagerly takes over. My dress is carefully peeled away from my body before it falls and bunches on the floor at my feet. I’m left wearing nothing but my lace thong, the garter and my Jimmy Choo shoes. I slide my hand up and release my hair from its confinements.

  About to turn to face him, I immediately stop when Joe’s lips reach my shoulder. Inch by inch, Joe’s mouth travels across my skin as his left hand slides over my chest. He guides me a step back further into him so my feet are no longer trapped by the dress. When his mouth meets mine again, I spin to face him.

  Wanting to feel his naked chest on mine, my fingers frantically undo his vest first. As Joe shrugs out of it, I proceed to his shirt. As I’m halfway down his dress shirt, I can’t help but to complain, barely moving my mouth from his. “You have too many layers.”

  Joe chuckles at my announcement.

  As Joe’s hands get caught in the cuffs, I set my sights on his belt and pants. Just as his pants hit the ground, Joe clutches my ass and lifts me, delivering us both to the bed. His mouth fondles my neck from one side to the other before he ventures down to my breasts. He sucks and licks each nipple with precision, causing my lips to dampen more. I thrust my hips against him, hoping he takes the hint. Licking and nipping at my stomach, Joe deliberately teases me, making sure he covers every inch of my body before giving me what I want — what I need.

  I groan when Joe’s mouth avoids my sex on purpose. Our eyes meet and I watch him grab the garter with his teeth. Little by little, Joe tugs the garter down my leg, stopping just above my knee. My hands fondle my breasts in anticipation. Joe taunts me as he creeps his fingers to the garter, and gradually releases it from my leg. Continuing his erotic torment, Joe proceeds to kiss and lick up my leg, bouncing from one thigh to the other until he delivers a single long kiss over my underwear, on my sex. I squeeze my nipples, desperate for him to taste me.

  In a single, quick movement, Joe literally rips my lace thong away from my body, as if he can no longer take his own kinky torture. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he offers sweetly before his tongue licks up the slit of my folds.

  “It’s . . . okay,” I moan with pleasure from his touch.

  “No . . .” he objects, keeping his skin to mine. “I really liked that pair.” His mouth devours my entire sex.

  My back arches, thrusting my hips into his face as I gasp, overwhelmed by his manipulation of my body.

  “I’ll buy you at least one pair . . . .” His mouth eagerly delivers another round of pleasure to my clit. “Maybe a couple . . . so I can rip them off again . . .” he suggests, sliding a finger or two inside my wet, eager cave.

  Another sharp gasp escapes my mouth. “Mmmmmm . . . hmmmm . . .” I agree, not wanting him to stop.

  Joe continues to pulse his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, as his tongue seduces my clitoris. I can feel myself on the cusp of climax.

  “More . . .” I beg on a breath out. “More.”

  “More what?” he searches.

  “You . . . your . . . fingers . . . ” I barely mutter. “Yes . . .” I confirm as I feel more of him deep inside me and my fingers squeeze into the sheets below me. “God . . . yes!”

  Like a roller coaster, my body is on a constant uphill climb on the verge of the peak. Joe’s hand slightly moves, striking the very spot I need for the roller coaster to be let loose on the tracks.

  “Right . . . there . . . ” I instruct, wanting to cum all over his fingers.

  “Here?” he checks hitting the spot again.

  “Yes . . . !” I moan. “I’m . . . going . . . to . . . .”

  After several more thrusts of his hand, I beg, “Harder . . . .”

  He complies instantly.

  “Yes . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmm . . .” my voice whimpers as I get closer.

  My left hand grabs the back of his head a few seconds before the sweet release washes over me, drenching his fingers, as I grind my hips into his face. “Don’t stop . . .” I command, wanting it to last, convulsing as if I was
getting shock therapy.

  My body continues to shake as Joe licks his fingers and moves up my body. I moan my protest when I see that he’s licked his fingers clean. Taking his face with my hands, my tongue seeks the flavor of my cum in his mouth.

  A sudden urge, perhaps need, rushes through me. I roll over, placing Joe underneath of me. Once I’m sure I’ve gotten all of me from his mouth, my lips begin their exploration of his body. Joe moans when I kiss and nip at his neck, fisting his hands in my hair. Then, I taste his sweaty chest and bite his nipples, getting him back for the exquisite torture he gave to me.

  As my lips round his stomach, Joe protests. “No . . . .”

  “Why?” I search as I taunt him further with my lips slipping down his body.

  “It’s been a while,” he informs me trying to sit up.

  I force him back down. “So . . . all the more reason,” I grin. My mouth rounds the ridges of his hip bones.

  Joe tries to sit up as my fingers curl into the edges of his boxer briefs to release his erection. Before he gets all the way up, my mouth consumes his penis from tip to base.

  “Fuuuuuuckkkkk . . .” Joe exhales, flopping down on the bed.

  I hum with delight at rendering him both speechless and motionless as I continue my desired pursuit to make him cum just like he did with me. Sliding my mouth up and down, my tongue flicks along the seam of his hot, thick organ. Taking a quick break for some air, my mouth skillfully ravages his balls before it slides up in one single, fluid stroke to the tip of his head. Hearing him moan with satisfaction, I repeat licking him like an ice cream cone three more times before I inhale his erection back into my mouth.

  “Shit . . . Emma,” he groans through gritted teeth.

  With just a few more glides up and down his shaft, I can feel his penis getting harder, readying to erupt. I slow my pace down just enough, allowing him to reach further in the back of my throat. My slowed pace is perfect because by the sixth time my mouth is stuffed full of his cock, Joe climaxes.

  Before I get the chance to slurp up every last drop that tries to slip out through the corners of my mouth, Joe cups my face, tasting his cum on my lips and tongue.

  “Mmmm . . .” he hums, rolling us over to where he is on top again.

  In all of my years of having sex with men, I’ve never wanted to give oral sex. Not like I just did with Joe. This was sudden. Do I enjoy oral sex? Yes! Hell, yes! Maggie and I do it every time. I never bothered with men because after the first few guys that I did sleep with, who only took and never gave after receiving, ruined it for me. Why should they get two releases let alone one when they never took the time to really help get me off? I’ve had a few guys try to give me oral stimulation, but after a few minutes, they plunge right in with their dicks. They’d get their release and I would have to take care of myself. Most of them didn’t like it when I would rub myself while they were inside me, but then they never offered to do anything for me after they came or if they did they were unsuccessful and I’d have to fake it.

  Along with always feeling sexually frustrated, I’ve never had a guy want to kiss me so eagerly after having his cock, let alone his cum, in my mouth.

  Joe’s erection never goes away after I suck him dry. It just keeps twitching on my belly as he kisses me.

  “Don’t move . . .” he commands after a slow, lingering kiss.

  I watch him get up and head to the bathroom. Is he going to pee?

  Ten seconds later, with his cock at full mast, Joe strides back into the room. I swear both he and his cock confidently stride around the bed, stopping at my feet. Joe tosses something at the dresser before he lifts his hand to his mouth. My eyes try to watch the object flying in the air, but my head snaps to look at him when I hear the tear of a condom wrapper.

  Keeping his eyes on me and a grin on his face, Joe rolls the condom on as if it’s nothing. There’s no effort or attention needed to his action. Once it’s on, Joe crawls over me on his hands and knees. I try to sit up, but he yanks me to the side by my waist, repositioning me on the bed. He lowers himself on top of me before I can move to get on top of him.

  Joe’s mouth returns to mine, exploring it with his tongue with deep, rhythmic strokes. His mouth shifts to my neck again, which just primes the pool of wetness between my folds.

  “Fuck . . . me . . . ” I whimper, unable to wait any longer.

  “Not yet,” he insists. He strategically dips just the tip of his penis inside me.

  I moan my protest.

  Waiting a second, he slides in a little deeper.

  “Mmmmm . . . fuck . . . me!” I groan, begging again.

  “Not yet,” he repeats into my ear with that voice that gets me every time.

  I gasp when he thrusts in, filling me completely. “Mmmmmm . . . .”

  With measured pulses, Joe slides in and out of me. My hips rock in the opposite direction to his, ensuring optimal penetration. He kisses me, groaning each time he’s completely inside. A moan escapes my throat each time he thrusts in and I revel at the sensation. My mounds are so sensitive that I don’t think that it will take me long to cum again, which surprises me. When Joe’s mouth returns to my neck, my fingers scale down his back until they are low enough for me to grab his ass. My hands push, as if they’ll help him get further inside me.

  Joe suddenly quickens his pace and my body immediately responds, clenching down and around his hard shaft inside me. We both moan with pleasure, feeling the moment building again.

  “Harder . . .” I request.

  He obliges.

  “Yes . . . like . . . that . . .” I praise.

  Joe’s thrusts quicken even faster and I can feel the ecstasy swirling inside me. My muscles clench more each time they’re stimulated by his penis rubbing them.

  “Don’t . . . stop . . .” I command.

  So close. I’m so close to cumming.

  “Cum for me,” he exhales into my neck.

  “Yes . . .” I agree.

  I want to cum so badly.

  Joe keeps his stride as I get closer and closer.

  “God . . . I’m . . .” I wail as the pleasure surges through my veins, more intensely this time. My body convulses, more contented that satisfaction has been met again.

  Joe slows his stride, but I know that he has not finished yet. He’s just waiting for me to catch my breath. Regaining self control and strength, I roll us over to where I’m on top. Kissing me, Joe slides us up to a seated position, resting his back against the headboard, which gives me something to hold on to.

  Joe’s lips bounces between my mouth and neck as I rock back and forth over his even harder cock. Just as I find the urge to touch myself, Joe’s hand dips to the front of my hips and circles my clitoris with his thumb.

  “Mmmm . . .” I moan my satisfaction at his touch. My back arches and I feel his slick tongue playing with my nipples. “Mmmmm.”

  With the aid of his thumb, the very tip of Joe’s cock strikes a particular node in my cave, making me wetter and closer to another orgasm. My hand tightens on the back of his neck steadying my body as I wiggle deeper, harder on him.

  “Cum for me,” he seduces into my neck.

  “Yes . . .” I answer, wanting to give into his request and capture the euphoric feeling once again.

  I’ve needed this for so long.

  “What . . . about . . . you?”

  “You first . . .” he confirms his intent.

  “Mmmm . . . Joe . . .” I pant.

  “Cum for me, beautiful,” he urges with the sexy voice.

  “Yes . . . Mmmmmm . . . .”

  Taking the other side of my hip, Joe thrusts up into me.

  “Mmmmm . . .” I moan, getting closer. “Again.”

  With slow rhythmic pulses, Joe eagerly gives me what I want.

  “Mmmmmmm . . . Joe . . .” I whimper as I gloriously orgasm, soaking his penis completely.

  With his hands pulling on my hips, Joe encourages me to keep rocking until I’ve been complete
ly satiated. We sit quietly, taking in the moment as we exchange slow, enduring kisses to each other’s lips.

  “You’re turn,” I offer with a grin.

  In a split second, Joe’s on top of me. He pulls back for his first thrust since he never left my body, eager to take care of himself. Joe, however, still manages to pay attention to my needs; touching me, kissing me, licking me, the whole time. I rock my pelvis into him each time he comes charging down deep inside me. As his stride quickens, I’m surprised to feel my body get closer to another orgasm. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he pushes inside.

  “Don’t stop . . .” I plea when his pace slows a little. “Fuck me . . . fuck me until you cum . . .” I direct.

  Joe immediately returns to his previous pace, with my body confirming that a sweet release is within reach. Right as his penis hardens, hitting deep inside of me, an orgasm rushes over me like a geyser.

  I cry out in elation. “Joe . . . .”

  “Emma . . .” Joe shouts, confirming his climax.

  He continues to pound me, like he's making sure he squeezes ever last drop out of himself. Just as I catch my breath from my orgasm, another one rushes over me, completely taking my breath away.

  Joe’s face buries in my neck, our chests heave and my head spins as we lay motionless. We both groan when he slips himself out of me and rolls to the side, pulling me into him. Joe props my left leg over his hip before sweeping wet hair from my face and kissing me.

  Five orgasms. Five orgasms! My brain can’t believe that I just had five orgasms. Was it really that good or was it from not having sex for so long? Shut up, Emma. It doesn’t matter. Just enjoy the fact that you just had five wickedly awesome orgasms.

  At some point, I feel Joe uncurl himself from me and get off the bed. He returns quickly, applying a warm, damp cloth to my sex and then covers me with the blankets. He’s snuggling in behind me not long after. My eyes, feeling like sand bags, staying closed as my brain and body succumb to utter exhaustion.