Just Breathe Series (Trilogy Box Set)

by Martha Sweeney

  “Yes . . .” I agree just before the orgasm shakes through me. My throat squeals as my vagina clamps down around his cock.

  “Fuck,” Joe groans, pushing harder into me.

  A second release floods my body at the height of Joe’s shaft being fully engorged, readying for his own release. “Joooooe . . .” my voice whimpers as my lungs gasp for air.

  He stays sandwiched against me with his cock buried deep as our breathing slows and our bodies convulse. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  I laugh at his statement.

  Joe’s cock twitches inside me when he removes himself. We both groan from the disconnect of our bodies. I turn around the moment I have a chance and yank his face to mine, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Our bodies stick to each other from our sweat and the steam. It doesn’t take long for Joe to drop to his knees and return his mouth to my sex, gulping up the mixture of our cum that hasn’t dripped down my legs and onto the floor. He stands back up when he’s finished, offering his mouth to mine as he scoops me up and positions me against the wall, his cock is still hard — as if he never came.

  “More,” I request.

  “You sure?” he checks.

  “Yes,” I reply.

  With a devious grin, Joe steadies the tip of his penis and glides in with a single push. He takes his time thrusting inside of me, tightening his grip on my rear. My hands cup the back of his head as we stare into each other’s eyes until my next orgasm surfaces.

  “You going to cum for me?”

  “Yes,” I sigh.

  “Good,” he grunts.

  “Cum with me,” I beg.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes . . .” I barely moan as the release bursts.

  “Emma,” Joe pants into my ear.

  We both whimper when he removes himself from me, but we stay connected as much as we can for the rest of the time in the shower. Joe offers me a brand new toothbrush and lotion after he helps me towel dry. When we leave the bathroom, we climb back into his bed naked with him spooning me. Sadie snuggles in close, aware that we’re settling in for the night.

  “Can you explain how it works?” Joe asks.

  “What?”

  “Your calendar,” he explains.

  “Why?”

  “I want it to be my responsibility too, not just yours,” he confesses.

  With a smirk, I ask, “So you like not using the condoms?”

  “Yes, can’t you tell,” he chuckles. “Besides, I think we both prefer not using them.”

  “Maybe,” I tease.

  “Yes,” he presses, snatching a kiss.

  “I’ll think about it,” I say. After a moment of silence, I can’t help but comment more than question. “So, it looks like bunny style is a keeper?”

  “Definitely,” he agrees quickly, sealing his statement with a kiss.

  “Good,” I reply grinning.

  “Another first,” Joe announces.

  With a giggle, I confirm, “Another first.”

  Eighty Two

  Over the course of the week, Joe and I are either at his place or mine having sex. I stay the night at his place Monday of course after the offer to do bunny style, but I didn’t let him remain at mine on Tuesday or Wednesday. Anna was very helpful Tuesday morning, taking care of Sadie, which allowed Joe and I to have morning sex. Who knew it could be so much fun?!

  Friday morning, I wake in Joe’s bed to the sound of Sadie sniffing in my ear.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Joe greets, closing the bedroom door behind him. He’s wearing nothing but his boxer briefs and a tight t-shirt.

  “Good morning,” I return with a smile. “What’s this?”

  “I wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” he replies, situating the serving tray over my lap.

  “No morning sex?” I pout.

  Joe smiles. “There’s still plenty of time for that.”

  “There is?” I tease.

  “Yes,” he confirms. Joe takes off his shirt and underwear and slips under the blankets.

  “Anna made too much food,” I inform.

  “It’s for both of us,” he states. “And, I made it.”

  A snicker passes my lips. I try to recover, but end up choking a little on my own saliva.

  “What’s so funny?” Joe asks, taking a bite of the turkey bacon.

  “Nothing,” I counter.

  Joe leans in, puckering his lips and I gladly give him the kiss he’s requesting. “I do know how to cook.”

  “Of course you do,” I agree sarcastically.

  Joe eyes me, but refrains from commenting. We eat everything he prepared; two eggs each, sunny-side up on top of buttered toast with cheese, fruit smoothie and a side of breakfast potatoes. Once we finish, we snuggle with Sadie for about twenty minutes before venturing into the shower.

  “How long have you been using Morrocco Method products?” I inquire.

  I’ve never seen them in his shower before Monday night.

  “Awhile,” he admits. “Why?”

  “Why did you start using them?” I inspect.

  With a smile, he answers, “I’ve been reading a lot of the things you have on Naturally Me.”

  “Really?” I say more surprised than really questioning.

  Joe grins and slips his fingers between the crease of my sex and my legs shake a little at his sudden movement. “Looks like we’re still good to not have to use condoms,” he mentions casually.

  “How would you know that?” I peruse.

  Joe lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks the little bit juice off them and my sex drivels. “I’ve done my own research since you wouldn’t clue me in,” he confesses.

  “Joe,” I whine.

  “I told you I want it to be just as much my responsibility as yours,” he reminds.

  I don’t say anything, dumbfounded by his confidence.

  Joe pulls me close, sharing his tongue with me when our mouths meet. It doesn’t take long for my brain to shut off from the logical dialogue it’s having and my primal urges to take over. Joe barely has to touch me and my body instantly surrenders, wanting more satisfaction from our bodies uniting. God, all he has to do is give me one of the myriad of his looks and my pussy becomes immediately wet and ready for him.

  Wanting to take charge, my body drops to the floor, my knees burning from the force of the slate hitting them, and I stuff my mouth with his half-mast cock. I shove him deep into my throat, able to take him whole, all the way to the base until the third pump when he becomes fully erect.

  “Fuck, Emma,” Joe huffs. His hands grip firmly into my hair.

  My left hand fondles his balls while my right holds his shaft steady as I lick and suck him off until he cums hard in my mouth, causing some of his release to drip past my lips. His cock twitches on my belly as his mouth slurps up any leftovers I’m willing to surrender. I peel myself away from him and squeal when his hand smacks my right butt cheek. My body freezes with delightful arousal.

  “Naughty,” Joe whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his body.

  “What?” I feign, giggling at this new level of sex talk and play.

  Neither of us have said many dirty things to each other.

  “You had control last night,” he reminds, nipping my ear and squeezing my left nipple.

  “So,” I moan. “I was just giving some gratitude.”

  “For what,” he inspects, teasing my body more with his hands.

  “For the yummy breakfast in bed,” I reveal.

  “Is that so?” he questions, gliding his hand over my sex.

  “Yes,” I pant, wiggling my ass over his erection.

  Joe pulls away and smacks my ass again. “No, you don’t,” he announces.

  My body freezes as tingles scatter through my body. I can smell my own arousal as my sex drools over the stinging he’s offered a second time to my ass. My hands slide down to my nub, circling it a few times as I look over my shoulder to see if he’s
watching.

  Joe snatches my wrists. “Oh, no you don’t,” he says. His hand strikes firmer on my rear and all I can do is moan and giggle. “You like that?” Joe questions.

  I don’t reply.

  Do you like it when I spank you?” he inquires with his breath sweeping across my cheek.

  “No,” I giggle.

  Keeping my hands secure behind my back, Joe’s free hand cups my sex. He grunts when his fingers slip around in the moisture. “Tell me the truth,” he says.

  I stay silent.

  Joe’s fingers gather up more juice before I hear him lapping it up next to my ear. I turn my head to get a taste, but he denies me access. A groan escapes my throat when Joe smacks my ass again and checks between my legs for the moisture that leaks from it.

  “Yes, you do,” he confirms with the hint of shock and excitement in his voice. “Tell me the truth and I’ll give you what you want.”

  “Promise?” I whimper.

  “Promise,” he agrees.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes,” I gulp. “I like it.”

  “Like what?”

  I groan before answering. “I like it when you spank me.”

  “Do you want me to spank you again?” he asks.

  I can hear the smile in his tone.

  “Yes,” I confess.

  The sting of his hand striking my rear sends shivers through my body as my breath catches in my throat.

  “Too hard?” he checks.

  My head shakes before I’m able to speak. “No.”

  Joe’s hand lightly caresses the skin where his hand just smacked and then sends another round.

  “Fuck,” I whimper.

  “Sorry,” Joe quickly apologizes.

  “No,” I reply, shaking my head. “I liked it.”

  Joe kneels behind me, keeping my wrists locked as his lips gently soothe my burning skin. “More?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I answer.

  Joe’s mouth bounces across my right cheek three times before he nips at my left. Two seconds later, my left ass cheek rings from the pleasurable sting. His cooling lips return to my skin as his fingers swirl around the puddle collecting at the ridge of my sex.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” Joe informs.

  The next thing I know, the shower is on and Joe has me pinned between him and the glass shower wall with my back to his chest. He presses on my inner thighs for me to spread my legs a little, but I lift my right foot to rest on the small seat in the corner. My hands are free, stabilizing me as my breasts cling to their cage. Joe seeks my mouth and I willingly offer it.

  “Fuck me,” I beg.

  “Bunny style?”

  I giggle at our term before answering. “Yes.” A whimper escapes my mouth when Joe’s hand strikes my left cheek.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes,” I clarify.

  Joe circles the tip of his cock along my rim. “Ready?”

  “Yes,” I groan.

  “Should I spank you more?”

  “Maybe,” I say unable to choose.

  Joe laughs in my ear. “Which one, beautiful?”

  “I don’t know,” I admit.

  “You have to pick,” he insists.

  “You choose,” I suggest.

  “No, beautiful,” he counters. “You have to tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to make me cum,” I huff.

  “That doesn’t tell me how you want me to do it,” he deviously replies.

  “Spank me,” I blurt. “Then, fuck me.”

  “Gladly,” Joe answers. His hand slaps my ass.

  “Yes,” I grunt. My forehead presses into the glass. “Again.”

  He strikes me three more times, randomly between my cheeks.

  “Fuck me,” I command, needing him inside.

  Joe’s cock slips in effortlessly because of the excessive moisture.

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “Fuck, Emma,” Joe groans. “I love the way you feel wrapped around me.”

  “Yes,” I huff.

  Joe holds my hip right at the bend of my right leg as it’s still propped up by the seat. He has me so worked up from the spanking that an orgasm explodes within me right away. Our mouths unite over my right shoulder as he continues to pump into me. I guide his left hand up, directing it to grab my hair. Joe lets go instantly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

  “No,” I correct. “Here.” I return his hand to my hair.

  Joe follows my lead, but after a few seconds his grip loosens.

  When I groan my disappointment, Joe tightens his grip and pulls down.

  “Yes,” I reassure, whimpering. “Fuck . . . Joe.”

  “Cum for me, beautiful,” he directs.

  “I’m . . . so . . . close,” I announce.

  Joe’s thrusts quicken and his hands grip more firmly on my hip and hair.

  “God . . . Joooooooe,” my voice squeaks when the orgasm roars.

  “Fuck,” Joe groans. His paces hurries and subsides after about twenty seconds.

  We stay pressed against each other for a few more seconds until Joe turns me to face him. He seeks my mouth and our bodies mold to each other’s.

  “That was hot. You’re hot,” he comments.

  I look away, blushing at his statement.

  “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

  I shrug my shoulders.

  “Whatever you like, I want to know, Emma,” he says. “I want to please you in every way that you want it.”

  “What do you like?” I redirect.

  “All of it with you,” he says.

  “Joe, that’s not an answer,” I chide.

  “I get off by watching and hearing you get off,” he confesses.

  “You know what I’m saying,” I scold softly.

  With a smile, he offers, “We’ve got plenty of time to explore both of our fantasies and desires.”

  “What makes you think I’ll let you stick around that long?” I tease.

  Joe offers a wicked grin as his answer.

  When we get dressed, Joe asks, “Do you have plans for the day?”

  “Why?”

  “Because, I was hoping you’d stay,” he admits sheepishly.

  “What?” I gasp in shock. “Why?”

  “We do have fun together even when we aren’t having sex,” he mentions.

  “I have some work I need to take care of,” I say with half truth.

  “You can work here,” he suggests.

  Looking for an escape, my mouth blurts, “I need some things that are on my main computer.”

  Joe has a look like he doesn’t completely believe me, but isn’t willing to push the issue. “Can I see you later?”

  I debate with the idea. “You’re going to see me tomorrow with our friends.”

  “So?”

  “So . . . I don’t know,” I return.

  “Think about it,” he coaxes.

  “Fine,” I assure. “I’ll think about it.”

  Taylor texts me fifteen minutes later that he’s arrived and is waiting in the valet area for me.

  I still think it’s ridiculous that I need to be driven back and forth between Joe’s and my place, but I stopped arguing with Joe about it around the third time. He was very insistent and his calm, authoritative tone is distracting — it’s a turn on.

  Eighty Three

  Early Saturday morning, my friends and I take a trip out to Palm Springs for a short getaway. Once we get settled in our rooms, Jared and Nathan round us all up for a day out in the sun. After piling into three different cars, with three more behind us filled with bodyguards, we head out onto the road to an unknown destination. I try to pry with questions, but no one will reveal anything. Twenty minutes later, we pull up to an indoor-outdoor family fun center that has bumper cars, a game room, go-karts, miniature golf and a rock climbing wall.

  As the staff greets our party, I quickly realize that Jared, Nathan and Joe have reserve
d the entire place for us for the late morning. We get to act like kids for the next few hours without the prying eyes of the general public.

  Once we’re briefed on where everything is, I ask about the rock climbing area.

  “We’re not doing that today,” Nathan informs me as we walk in the opposite direction.

  “Why not?”

  “We have other plans for you,” Jared reveals.

  My heart sinks a little when my brain comprehends their intensions. “I want to go back to the hotel.”

  “Come on, Kitten,” Jared pleas.

  “This is not fair,” I contend.

  “It’ll help,” Maggie suggests.

  “No,” I protest as my eyes fall upon the bumper cars.

  “We’ll ride together and you can drive,” Jared offers.

  “No,” I repeat.

  Jared pulls on my arm, but I yank away. Suddenly, someone scoops me up from behind and lifts me across the rink.

  “Let me go,” I command.

  “No,” Nathan argues sternly, holding more firmly as I squirm.

  “What?” I mumble.

  Nathan lowers me into the passenger seat and Jared hooks me in.

  Panic rises inside me and I’m unable to fight the tears forming in my eyes. “Jared, please,” I beg.

  “Jared, maybe you shouldn’t force her,” Pop-Pop states.

  “Jared,” I plea. My body is frozen from shock and fear. I can’t move.

  “You sure we should force her?” Joe questions nervously.

  “Jared, you’re scaring her,” Pop-Pop tries to reason.

  “Jared, please don’t make me do this,” I sob. “Please.”

  Jared finishes buckling himself in and takes my hands. “Kitten, do you trust me?”

  My head furiously shakes at what’s about to happen and I gulp for air to speak. “Yes, but . . .” I mumble as he wipes the tears away.

  “I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he reassures. “I promise.”

  “Please,” I beg again, hoping that he’ll listen.

  Jared ignores my pleas, wrapping his arm around me as I continue to cry and beg.

  “Jared, please,” I continue. “Please don’t make me do this.”

  Jared, Nathan and Maggie have tried to get me to ride bumper cars and go-karts in the past, but I’ve always been too afraid — panic attacks ensue each time. They look too much like a car with less padding and coverage. I hate riding in cars, but I’ve been able to adapt — sort of. Whenever we’ve gone places where they had these contraptions, I’d always sit to the side and watch them have fun.