4. Quentin
Quentin
T hrowing my bags and suitcases into the trunk, I slid into the back seat of the black truck that was waiting outside my townhouse.
The driver pulled away from my residence to go meet Breeze at the airport.
She had decided that she wanted to go to Turks and Caicos and ran up a tab on me.
A Villa on the beach, first-class seats, dinner reservations, excursions, private transportation, and a butler for the weekend.
But it’s cool, I wouldn’t have done anything less.
Not to mention the fact that by the time her ass left this island, I would be repaid in full. Hell, she might even owe me.
I chuckled and sent her a message letting her know that I was on my way. We had been communicating much more since she texted me to ask if I was busy. It was mostly about the arrangements. Taking a trip together out of the country required more than just dropping a time and location.
Although she had given me all the other details, I still didn’t know what she and her husband had decided on. I had been waiting until we got together to ask her that. Shit, at this point, it affected me too, and I needed to know how to proceed.
We pulled up to the airport, and I got out. She responded that she had already boarded as I was going through TSA.
By the time I found her, she was reclined, under a blanket, watching Poetic Justice with a glass of wine in her hand. We didn’t have a long flight; it was just a little over five hours. I took the seat beside her.
“Hi, Quentin,” she spoke as she sipped from her drink and glanced at me for just a second, letting her eyes fall back to the screen.
“What’s up, B? You look comfortable as hell,” I laughed as I leaned over the divider and turned her head toward me and kissed her.
“Mmmmm, more comfortable now,” she laughed as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and then turned away.
I sent Tre a message to let him know I was leaving and reminded him that if he needed anything, he should reach out to Quiana.
“Did you work today?” She asked as she paused the movie and gave me her undivided attention.
“Nah, we’re closed until Tuesday.” I was glad for the break. Aside from holidays, I rarely, if ever, close the office. My normal day-to-day consists of work and Tre. If we’re not going anywhere, I’m home.
“Well, I’m glad you could get a break. I shouldn’t be the one to talk, but stop being all work and no play,” she reached out and ran her hands through my beard.
“I hear you,” I assured her. “You never told me about the agreement that you and your husband came to. What’s up with that?” I needed to make sure that our NDA was still in effect and that the first set of terms I agreed to held firm. I didn’t care otherwise.
“Same terms from the session. Twice a year, there are still no names and no details shared. We agreed to do a weekend, so we have time for a real experience. He’s going to Costa Rica; we’ll be in Turks and Caicos.
We even chose to fly from two separate airports just to keep our arrangements private. ”
I nodded. As long as she had everything figured out, I was cool.
“Alright.” I let it go.
The plane departed, and before I knew it, Breeze was nodding off. I let her take a nap while I played a game on my phone. I had left my work phone at home. This weekend, I wasn’t opening or sending any emails or submitting any case notes.
“You’re showing your age with that game,” she mumbled after about fifteen minutes or so. I scoffed when I realized she was talking about the Sudoku game I was playing.
“And you’re showing yours, taking a nap mid-day. Either you’re narcoleptic or anemic, baby,” I chuckled.
She hit my arm lightly and then adjusted herself in the chair before resuming the movie. I leaned over the divider and slipped my hand underneath her blanket.
I rubbed her stomach. I wasn’t trying to progress the moment to where it went, but Breeze took it there.
She ran her nails along the length of my arm and then opened her legs and guided my hands to let me rub her pussy through the thin material of her pants. I applied pressure to her clit as best I could.
Her eyes closed, and her head fell back, as she bit her lip and choked back a moan.
Slipping my hands down her pants, she gasped when I found her clit again. She was wet in seconds and rolling her body against my hand. Then she shifted her body in the chair, allowing me to slide two fingers inside of her.
Her nails dug into my skin, and I knew she was about to release. This was the only time that I would allow her to be silent. Any other time, I wanted to hear how I was making her feel.
As soon as I felt her hands clamp around my wrist, I felt the pressure of her orgasm against my fingers, and she came on my hand.
“Quentinnnn,” she whimpered, chest heaving.
I took my hand out of her pants and then brought it to her mouth.
“Clean that for me, B,” I instructed her.
She sucked her juices off my fingers like she was sending me a promise of what was to come. A silent promise that I hoped like hell she was going to fulfill. My dick was so hard that I could feel the precum oozing from it through my boxers. I adjusted myself in my pants.
I kissed her lips briefly, then sat back in my seat. We hadn’t even made it to Turks, and she had already cum once. It was going to be a long ass weekend for her.
***
“This is even more beautiful than it is on the website,” Breeze admired the home we would be staying in.
Gently, I guided her deeper into the villa.
She stood in the middle of the floor like I wasn’t carrying the three heavy-ass bags that she had packed for only three days.
Like she would be wearing any of this shit.
She might have had all these things on her agenda, but what I had planned for her didn’t need clothes.
She walked around the main floor while I went upstairs to find the master bedroom, put our things down, and do a walk-through of the house.
By the time that I came back, she was leaning over the kitchen island, scrolling on her phone. I stood behind her and kissed her neck as she moaned and held the arm that I had resting on her waist.
She wound her hips against my dick, and it didn’t take a second for it to get hard at the feel of her ass against me.
“B?” I said against her skin.
“Hmmm?” She moaned.
I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She rubbed it through the material of my pants.
“You see how much I missed you?”
She laughed. “Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
She turned to face me. “I missed you too, Quentin,” She admitted.
“Let me feel how much you missed me, B.”
I slid her pants over her waist and helped her step out of them as they pooled at her feet. Her breathing was ragged as I backed her up to the counter.
“Lay on the counter, I like my meal on the table,” I said.
She used the barstool to sit on the island and slid back. Her legs were crossed, like she was shy. Like I hadn’t seen every inch of her body.
“Open your legs, you said you miss me, right?”
She nodded, lip tucked between her teeth.
“Then act like it. Stop acting like you don’t want me to kiss it.”
She was already moaning, and I hadn’t even touched her. Whatever it was between us was just that thick.
I leaned down and pulled her to me. I licked her pussy, and she pulled away from me.
I looked up at her as she smiled. Those first twenty-four hours did just enough to let me know that it was something about her that I couldn’t get enough of.
But being here in between her legs again confirmed that for me.
“Q! Damn,” she groaned as she ground against my face and scratched the back of my neck. She was getting wetter by the minute, and I felt like she was about to cum. Once she started bucking and pulling away from me, I knew that she was close.
Locking my arms around her legs, I held her in place.
Because I know her ass wasn’t running. Breeze always said shit that she couldn’t back up.
She asked me to be here when she already knew the result.
She was going to have to lie there and take it or ride my face, but either way, running wasn’t going to be an option.
We had a long weekend, and if she was already tapping out, I don’t know how she was going to make it until Sunday night.