Just Breathe Series (Trilogy Box Set)

by Martha Sweeney

  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.

  “No. Neither does Molly or Maggie or any other woman who made you cum while having a guy inside you.”

  Pursing my lips, I shake my head.

  “Seriously?” he confronts, in amazement.

  “Wipe that smugness off your face,” I direct.

  Joe’s expression doesn’t alter. “Another first to add to our pile.”

  “Pile?” I question. “You’re keeping track?”

  “I’ve had a lot of firsts with you too,” he reveals.

  “Like what?” I question.

  “I should go and let you rest,” he changes the subject.

  “Excuse me?” I ponder, not believing my ears. “Tell me.”

  “Another time,” he insists, picking up his underwear.

  “No. Tell me now.”

  “It’s late and . . .” he begins, grabbing his pants.

  “So,” I interrupt.

  “The lingerie store, remember,” he offers, pulling me closer.

  “What else?” I press, avoiding a kiss.

  “You ladies need your rest,” he insists.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” I demand. “You’re not leaving here until you tell me.”

  Joe halts in his tracks and lifts a brow.

  I immediately regret my statement, realizing the epiphany he’s having as he undresses faster than I’m able to correct myself and is already back in my bed and under the covers.

  “Fuck me,” I exclaim at my predicament.

  “Well I just did, but I’d be happy to, again if you insist,” Joe comments.

  “Not funny,” I remark.

  “I thought it was,” Joe muses.

  “Definitely not funny,” I inform, tugging away from him as he gets a hold of my wrist. I have trouble willing my body to fight to break free.

  Joe pulls me onto the bed, guiding me to lay with my head resting on his chest facing him. His smile beams like the sun, never faltering its glow. He plays with my hair as we stare at each other for a long time not saying anything. My fingers repeatedly play with a few of the strands of hair on his chest, trailing the length of them between my thumb and index. Sadie moves closer, bringing her sock monkey with her.

  Guiding me by my arms, Joe tugs for me to move up his body until his lips can reach mine. “Can I stay, please?”

  I politely object nonverbally.

  “Please,” he sweetly implores.

  My eyes fall to his chest. “No,” I mumble.

  “Can I stay a little longer, then?” he inquires.

  “Long enough for you to fall asleep?” I speculate.

  Laughing, Joe reassures, “No. Just a little longer.”

  “Okay,” I confirm.

  Our naked bodies stay sandwiched together for as long as I can remember.

  “Goodnight, beautiful,” Joe whispers into my ear.

  I feel his fingers kiss my skin as he covers me with the blankets. The heat from his body is noticeably missing in my bed.

  “Nigh,” my voice breathes out.

  Seventy Three

  The next two days move painfully slow as I work from home, doing anything and everything to distract myself and allow time to fly so the premier is here and then gone. I’m not looking forward to this event, despite the profit potential it can pose for Nathaniel’s. I don’t like being the center of attention, outside of Naturally Me, and I’m afraid of what may come from being in the spotlight with Chris. I know that the boost could help Naturally Me and Nathaniel’s, but at what cost?

  Thursday, I get waxed and threaded and spend some time laying out naked in the sun on the balcony of my penthouse apartment. Once I’m on the chair, no one can see me unless I stand up. Though I already have a nice golden tan, I want to hide any potential tan lines that may or may not be exposed while wearing the dress.

  Friday, I wake from restless sleep, nervous and anxious for the day. After taking Sadie out for the morning, I lay out in the sun again for about a half hour before resuming work. Finishing up lunch, I grab the new romance novel that is required reading for the bookclub Maggie signed us up for, curl up on the couch with Sadie and start reading until I can no longer keep my eyes open.

  The feeling of Sadie getting off up wakes me, causing me to temporarily forget where I am and what day it is. Knocking on the door sounds as Sadie rushes to it whimpering. I know who it is by the way Sadie’s acting.

  “Hey,” I greet Joe, fixing my hair when I realize it’s messy.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he returns. Joe steps into my place and takes my mouth without asking. “You smell good.”

  “I haven’t showered,” I answer.

  Joe moans when our lips meet again.

  “Why are you early?” I question, noticing that he’s over an hour early. “A little too early.”

  “I wanted to see you before we leave for Nathaniel’s,” he informs. His hands grip my ass, causing moisture to secrete from my sex. “Can I join you?” he investigates.

  “Where?”

  “In the shower,” he explains.

  “It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes to make sure everything is clean,” I muse. My body pulls away and my hand yanks on the sash to my robe.

  Joe’s smirk grows when he sees that I’m completely naked under my garment. “Were you waiting for me like that?”

  “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 til
e 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 fucking 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 fuck 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.”

  “It’ll take some time and I don’t think we have enough . . .” he continues.

  Cutting him off, I say, “Don’t use one.”

  Joe studies me. “Are you on the pill?”

  “No,” I admit. “I use the Billing’s Method. It’s not a day where I could get . . . .”

  “How do you know?” he searches, more curious than doubtful.

  “I keep track each day,” I explain. “I’ve used it for years.”

  “That’s what that calendar is for?” he states more than questions.

  “Yes,” I confirm.

  “Are you sure?” he inquires.

  “Yes, I can’t get . . .” my voice drops with word pregnant.

  “I mean, are you sure you want to?” he checks. “I trust you and your judgment.”

  Pursing my lips, my head nods agreement. “I’m clean,” I nervously blurt.

  I’m not sure why I felt compelled to tell him. It’s not like we haven’t gone down on each other or anything.

  With a calm smile, Joe steps into me and kisses me. “Me too.” His knuckles graze my cheeks. “Another first for me,” he reveals.

  “Me too,” my voice shakes.

  After several long, ardent kisses, Joe smiles.

  “Yes,” I say, recognizing his expression. “I want you.”

  Joe snatches a kiss. “I want you too,” he discloses.

  Savoring the moment, Joe takes his time as he hoists me up by my ass and presses my body against the cool, tile wall. His cock twitches against my belly, eagerly awaiting entry. My arms tighten around Joe’s neck as our mouths continue to nonchalantly dance together.

  “Fuck me,” I plea, desperate to be filled.

  “You ready?” he teases.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  A whimper slips by my lips when the tip of his penis grazes the rim of my opening.

  “You sure?” he tests.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  Joe’s cock slides in, with a single, slow push until he’s completely inside.

  My body shivers from the new sensation — the sensation of feeling him, all of him without a barrier. I know he feels it too as we both stay entwined and not moving. His cock stiffens and twitches as it stays buried. I’ve never had a man inside me likes this — it’s so — raw and carnal.

  He takes an unhurried withdraw and plunges back in, and our bodies reverberate with pleasure simultaneously. I’m conflicted with the notion of telling him to fuck me and not wanting to relinquish this level of sensation and satisfaction.

  “Fuck, Emma,” Joe groans, penetrating me over and over again. “You feel so fucking good.”

  “I know,” I acquiesce.

  Joe begins to thrust with faster, rhythmic pulses. My eyes flutter closed, relinquishing to the myriad of senses flooding my body. Our mouths unite and our bodies mold and dance together as one. Joe continues to titillate my insides, causing my fourth orgasm to arrive unexpectedly. Right as my body is coming down from the euphoria vibrating through me, another climax sparks inside without warning.

  “God, Emma,” Joe says through gritted teeth into my neck.

  My body shakes, objecting to his removal just before he cums.

  “Did you finish?” he checks with concern.

  “Yes,” I groan, missing the feeling of him.

  “
You sure?” he verifies, not sure if I’m telling the truth.

  “Yes,” I confirm. “I just didn’t expect you to pull out.”

  “I panicked, sorry,” he reveals.

  “It’s okay. I understand,” I reassure. “I was just enjoying the feeling.”

  “Me too,” he agrees.

  “Four,” I state, blushing from the encounter.

  “Technically five,” Joe chuckles with a hint of confidence.

  “One was me,” I counter.

  “Four’s not bad,” he admits.

  “Nope.”

  Our bodies stay linked for a bit, savoring the moment and our connection.

  “We should get you washed up,” Joe says. “It won’t look good if I get you there late.”

  “Yeah,” I sheepishly agree, bowing my head.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “All of it,” he comments.

  Blushing, I answer, “You too.”

  We leave my apartment on time since my bags are already packed with my makeup, jewelry and shoes. I also have a small bag of clothes to change into afterward.

  Joe gloats the whole way in the car after we drop Sadie off with Anna and the rest of the trip into West Hollywood.

  Jimmy and Allen are already at Nathaniel’s with the limo that they and Joe will be using to arrive at the premier. Maggie, Henry, Jared, Nathan, Jimmy, Allen and Joe will all be riding together. Everyone is meeting up at Nathaniel’s and then going to the premier from there. I’m stuck riding in the same limo with Chris while my friends follow all together in other. I’m not sure why Nathan and Jared can’t at least join Chris and me in our limo.

  “What are you gloating about?” I peruse.

  “Nothing,” Joe lies.

  “Right,” I sarcastically reply.

  Joe’s grin widens.

  “Is it because you got to have sex with me before the premier?” I speculate.

  “No, but that’s an added benefit,” Joe says.

  “Then what?”

  “You’re wearing one of the pairs of panties I bought you,” he reveals.

  With a smile, I reply, “I know.”

  Joe glances in my direction. “Did you do that on purpose?”

  “Maybe,” I offer.

  He takes our clasped hands and kisses mine. We ride the rest of the way to Nathaniel’s in silence, with nothing but smirks smeared across our faces.

  Seventy Four