Just Breathe Trilogy Box Set

by Martha Sweeney

“More?” I ask.

  “Yes,” he gulps.

  “How do you want me to continue?” I ask innocently.

  “However you desire,” Joe answers.

  My tongue takes another taste of his stiff erection, causing Joe to sigh with a whimper. The tip of his cock slips inside my mouth as I tease him, nonchalantly sliding him deeper into my throat until I’ve got most of his penis covered. Joe’s eyes roll back as his head slumps forward.

  “What would please you?” I search.

  “Whatever pleases you,” he replies.

  “Maybe I should make you beg,” I comment.

  “If that pleases you,” he groans.

  “Many things please me,” I reply, sucking on the tip of his penis.

  “Fuck, beautiful,” he says through a clenched jaw as I shove him back inside my mouth.

  I make him nice and wet from my saliva and then place his shaft between my breasts. “More?” I ask, directing my breasts to caress his manhood.

  “Yes,” he confirms.

  “Will you cum for me?” I check, sensing his increased excitement.

  “Yes,” he huffs.

  My own arousal heightens from the act of his shaft fucking my tits — another first to add to our list.

  Each time his cock slides up, my mouth opens, sucking on his head. It doesn’t take long for Joe’s climax to arrive, spraying some into my mouth while the rest drips onto my breasts. I gather Joe’s remaining cum on my fingers, slurping up every last drop.

  “Please,” Joe begs. “Baby, please. Let me touch you.”

  When I offer my mouth, Joe dives his tongue in, wanting a taste. I circle him, dragging my fingers over his skin, pinching his nipples and jerk his head back for my mouth to explore his again. My fingers fondle my nub and then dip in between my sex, searching for moisture.

  “Please,” Joe requests after I consume my own juices.

  “What?”

  “Please,” he repeats. “I want to taste you. I want to touch you.”

  I pleasure myself standing in front of him and offer my fingers after a few minutes, teasing him once or twice before letting him have some. Joe greedily sucks up every last drop, keeping my fingers secure in his mouth by his teeth so I don’t remove them too quickly.

  “Behave,” I command playfully.

  “Please,” Joe says. “I want to touch you.”

  “Not yet,” I reveal, moving behind him. My hands play with his body.

  I return to Joe’s cock, sucking it hard several times and then back away from him.

  “Where are you going?” Joe whines.

  My feet breech the doorway into the bedroom and I crawl across the edge of the bed, smacking my ass once. Joe groans and informs me that I’m being naughty. After shaking my ass in the air a few times, I lower onto the edge of the bed, pressing my legs wide open with my hands. My fingers explore my skin from my neck all the way to my sex several times.

  Emma, please,” Joe begs. “I need to touch you.”

  “Not yet,” I hum, sending my fingers into my wet cave. My free hand squeezes my breasts and nipples.

  “Please, beautiful,” Joe grovels.

  I watch him watching me as I continue to touch myself. Joe pleads several more times as my climax surfaces like a gentle storm. Once my body is done tingling from the pleasure, I get a condom from Joe’s bag and roll it onto his shaft.

  “You were naughty,” he states playfully.

  I shake my head in debate as I curl onto his lap.

  “I should spank you for that,” Joe comments.

  “I thought you’d like to watch,” I muse.

  “Not if I can’t touch you,” Joe mentions.

  “Oops,” I laugh.

  “You’re still in trouble,” Joe discloses.

  “Promise?” I inquire.

  “Yes,” he confirms, driving his tongue into my mouth. “Fuck me, please.”

  Angling his cock in place, I lower my body down until he’s halfway inside. “More,” I check playfully.

  Joe clenches his jaw, nodding his response.

  My hips lift first to where he almost pops out of me and then lower in one single, swift movement until my vagina is stuffed. We both moan our satisfaction as I rock back and forth several times. Then, I rise slightly, lowering back down again.

  “Please, beautiful,” Joe says. “I need to touch you.”

  “You are touching me,” I goad, rocking my hips over him.

  “With my hands,” he explains.

  “You sure?” I muse.

  “Yes,” he huffs.

  Steadying my body, I shift to the right and yank on the excess piece of the scarf that immediately releases his hands. Joe’s left hand springs to the side of my face as his right wraps around my back. He pulls me into his body as he thrusts his hips up into me. I whimper with delight.

  “My turn?” Joe asks

  “For what?” I explore.

  “To make you cum,” he expands.

  “If that pleases you,” I reply.

  Joe’s hand tightens in my hair, forcing my head to tilt back slightly. His mouth captures my neck as his groin pulses into me while he presses down on my waist. “I should make you beg for it,” he hums into my ear.

  “If you want me to,” I agree.

  Joe’s hand, located on my waist, slides down to my clitoris, rubbing it vigorously until I’m on the verge of climax. I groan in protest when his fingers move to my breasts, pinching each nipple several times. Then, Joe’s hand smacks my ass. He caresses the spot that stings and then hits it again before returning his fingers to my nub for several seconds.

  “Please,” I giggle.

  Joe gets me close again, denying me sweet release. His hand stings my rear. “Please, what?”

  “Please,” I gulp. “Make me cum.”

  “You sure you’re ready to?” he asks deviously.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  His fingers circle my clit again and I whimper from the sweet agony of denial. He spanks my rear, soothing it with his gentle touch a few seconds after I moan from the pleasure. “I don’t think you’re ready,” he claims.

  “Yes,” I moan. One of my hands slithers down to my sex.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he announces, snatching my wrist and holding it behind my back.

  “Please,” I beg. “Please. I want to cum.” My free hand takes a try at touching myself.

  “No,” Joe commands, locking both arms behind me.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  Joe seizes my hair with his left hand, directing my face closer so he can kiss me. His groin continues pushes into me as his tongue swirls with mine.

  “Please,” I moan. “I want to cum. I want you to make me cum all over you.”

  Joe wraps his free arm around my lower back, lifting us both off the chair while keeping his cock buried inside me. He lowers me to the bed and raises my arms above me.

  “Fuck me,” I request. “Make me cum all over you.”

  Without hesitation, Joe plows into my sex, causing my release to come without much warning. His cock stiffens and as he’s unable to fight off his own orgasm — I climax with him again. Catching his breath, Joe removes the condom and rolls on another. He flips me over, grabbing my hips and pulls them up for bunny style. Joe enters me, smacking my ass as soon as he’s penetrated me completely. My vagina clamps down around his shaft at the sensation, excited for it to happen again. He thrusts into me several more times, spanking my other cheek when he’s halfway in. My body instantly responds, whimpering from the pained pleasure.

  “Yes,” I moan, narrowing in on another release. My fingers dig into the sheets.

  Joe curls his body forward where I can feel some of his stomach on my back. “Cum for me, beautiful,” he requests.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  The release floods my body, sounding off through my throat with a thunderous roar. As I catch my breath, Joe shifts us to face each other. I’m on my back and he’s already back inside me. H
e pulses with slow, firm thrusts as he stares into my eyes. He keeps his face close to mine, kissing me on occasion as our fingers lace together. We savor the moment, allowing for the gradual build up until we finish together.

  “You’re so sexy,” Joe says after we finish.

  “And, you’re kinky,” I tease.

  “You bring it out of me,” he states.

  “Don’t blame me,” I scold playfully.

  “I like that you do,” he admits. “Besides, you like it.”

  “Maybe,” I tease.

  “Definitely,” he confirms.

  Sadie joins us on the bed, forcing us under the covers. He hops out of bed, at my protest, tossing the condom away and then returning with the tray of food. Once we’re done eating, we make our way into the shower, rinsing off for the night. Joe stays naked as he crawls back into bed while I put on a tank top and underwear.

  Five minutes into settling in for the evening, my phone rings. “Hey, Jared,” I greet warmly.

  Nonsensical noises reverberate through the receiver with what sound like the possibility of words.

  “Jared? What’s going on?”

  “Where are you?” he sobs.

  “At the hotel. Why?” I ask. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m coming to you,” he informs. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  The phone goes silent.

  “Shit!”

  “What’s wrong?” Joe asks.

  “I don’t know,” I reply, dumbfounded by what I just heard.

  “What do you mean you don’t know?”

  “I don’t know,” I repeat, shaking my head. “Jared didn’t say, but he was upset.”

  Joe and I stare at each other for a moment, processing what just happened.

  “You need to go,” I blurt, jumping out of the bed.

  “Why?”

  “Jared’s on his way,” I mention, gathering Joe’s clothes and shoving them at him.

  We both scurry to get dressed and pack his bag. I rush to move the room service cart out into the hallway, purposefully moving it a few doors down. When I get back into the room, I grab Joe’s iPad from the coffee table and hand it to him.

  Joe takes my cheeks, stealing a kiss before he has to go. “I’ll miss you,” he says.

  “Joe,” I whine.

  There’s a knock at the door.

  “Shit,” I say under my breath. “Hide in the bedroom. Stay more toward the bathroom or closet.”

  “If he stays long enough, he’ll see me,” Joe mentions.

  “Emma?” Jared’s voice calls from behind the door.

  “Just a second,” I answer.

  Sadie backs away from the door as I open it. “Hey,” I greet, trying to sound up beat.

  The stench of whisky permeates the air. My eyes trail down from Jared’s red, swollen eyes to the bottle clenched in his hand that is missing a third of its contents. There are only two times I’ve witnessed Jared drinking whisky — this is not good.

  Jared launches into my arms, sobbing.

  “It’s okay,” I soothe.

  We stumble into the room as I try to support most of his weight.

  “What happened? What’s wrong?” I inquire, coaxing him to talk as I get him to sit at the breakfast bar.

  Jared sobs into my shoulder, not letting me go, making the sounds of what seems an attempt at the English language, but the words are not clear in meaning.

  I give him a chance to collect himself.

  After a few gulps of air, Jared says, “He’s . . . cheating on me.”

  “What?” I say, stunned by his words.

  Jared cries more, taking another swig of his bottle.

  I pull away, moving around the breakfast bar and into the kitchenette. Taking two glasses out of the cabinet, I ready myself for what’s to come. I carefully take the bottle, pouring a glass for each of us. Jared chugs his drink, pouring another one instantly for himself as I gulp the nasty liquid to get the courage I need. As Jared steadies the glass with both hands to drink, I snatch the bottle and begin pouring it out in the sink.

  “Hey!” Jared yells. “What the fuck, Kitten!” He stumbles around the bar to get to me. “Give me that. I need it.”

  Bracing myself, I block him with my right arm as my left continues to drain the bottle.

  “That cost a hundred bucks,” he scolds.

  “You can’t afford it,” I rebut.

  “I need it,” he says, yanking on me to get out of the way. “Give it back. I need it.”

  The bottle clangs in the sink as I let it go and use both hands to subdue Jared. We wrestle to the ground for a few seconds until I’ve got him pinned.

  “Let go of me,” he shouts.

  “No,” I reply. “Not until you calm down.”

  “Calm down? Calm down?’ he repeats. “You want me to be calm? I can’t be calm after finding out my boyfriend is cheating on me and my best friend just dumped a hundred dollars down the fucking drain.”

  “You’ll thank me for it later,” I challenge.

  “No. I need it! Get off of me,” he presses sternly.

  “You need it?” I question with surprise.

  He’s more drunk than I realized.

  “Yes, I need it!”

  “Fine,” I retort, pushing him away as I let him go. “Fine. Go get your precious whisky.” I stand up, moving away from him. “I can’t believe you lied to me! Go. Leave. Go get your whisky, but don’t you dare come back. Ever! You got that?” My heart catches in my throat as the words spill from my lips. It pains me to threaten him.

  Jared’s expression changes from rage to fear. “Kitten . . . Kitten, I’m so sorry,” he wallows.

  “Don’t you dare,” I charge. “Don’t you dare. You swore to me,” I remind, fighting back my own tears. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you right now.”

  The two times I’ve seen Jared drink whisky, they were not good. He changes — becoming mean, irrational and aggressive. The first time, he attacked someone else. The second — he came after me.

  “Kitten,” Jared pleas. He curls into me. “I’m so sorry, Kitten. I’m sorry I lied. Please . . . forgive me. I can’t lose you too.”

  My arms drape around him, sensing that he’s truly sorry. We stand holding each other for a while until I’m able to guide him to the couch. I sit first, allowing him to snuggle into me. He wraps his arms around my torso as he places his head on my chest. We don’t say anything as he wallows in pain and sorrow. My fingers run through his hair, trying to calm him until he’s ready to talk.

  “What happened?” I ask once his tears subside.

  “He’s cheating on me,” he sniffs.

  “How do you know?” I coax.

  “I went to surprise him tonight . . . I didn’t care if he had to work . . . at least we’d be together,” Jared begins. “I even brought his favorite work snack . . . chocolate covered pretzels . . . but, he wasn’t there.”

  “Why do you think he was cheating?”

  “I saw him . . . .” Jared sobs.

  “You just said . . .” I begin.

  “When I was leaving,” he shares. “I was in the lobby, just leaving the building and saw him getting into a cab with the black haired guy. You know, the one with the tattoos.”

  “You mean Robby?” I check.

  “Yeah, him,” Jared verifies.

  “They probably had to go meet with someone . . . .”

  “Don’t defend him,” Jared argues.

  “I’m not,” I counter.

  “I know what I saw,” Jared continues. “I saw how they looked at each other.”

  “Maybe you misinterpreted it,”I suggest.

  “No,” Jared objects.

  “Robby may be into Nathan and most likely Nathan is oblivious, especially with how focused he’s been . . . .”

  “Stop defending him,” Jared snaps.

  “Okay,” I reply. “I’m sorry.”

  I let the topic lie for now, realizing that it’s too raw for
Jared aside from the fact that he’s still drunk. We stay on the couch for some time and I continue to run my fingers through his hair like I’ve always done to calm him. Sadie gets off of our laps at some point and goes into the bedroom.

  Jared looks to me and offers a half-hearted smile. “You can come out now, Joe,” he calls.

  My hand freezes in Jared’s hair. “What are you talking about?”

  “I know you’re here,” Jared adds, staring right at me.

  “Hey,” Joe greets from behind me.

  “What the fuck?” I shout. “Joseph!”

  Jared’s eyes lift. “Hey, man.”

  “Hey,” Joe replies.

  Laughing, Jared asks, “How long has she called you Joseph?”

  “Only when I’m in trouble,” Joe reveals, sitting on the coffee table.

  “How often are you in trouble?”

  “Not that often,” Joe shares. “Just once or twice.”

  The two of them greet each other warmly as I sit in complete shock. I get up and head to the kitchenette, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and pour myself something to drink — wine, I need wine. Jared and Joe are close on my heels, but keep a distance. Words fail to gather in my brain or mouth as I chug the first glass, so I pour another.

  “So you can drink, but I can’t,” Jared challenges.

  Without a word, I grab him a glass and pour him some, not caring at this point. I slide it toward him, but just out of reach.

  “You aren’t going to offer any to Joe?” Jared accuses.

  As I move to get another glass, Joe tentatively steps closer. “I’m good, beautiful.”

  “Awwwwww,” Jared sings. “He calls you beautiful?!”

  “Shut up,” I say with a clenched jaw.

  “How often does he call you that?” Jared hums.

  “Every day,” Joe answers softly.

  “Awwww,” Jared sings.

  I glower at the two of them. Joe reaches to comfort me, but I swat his hand away. He moves the wine glass closer to Jared.

  “I’m good, man,” Jared replies. “I just wanted to mess with her.”

  Joe nods and takes a sip of the wine before handing it to me. I get a large mouthful before Joe takes it back, finishing it.

  “So, how long have you two been going on?” Jared searches.

  “There is no us two,” I rebut.

  “Yes, there is,” Jared replies.

  “No,” I counter.