7. Breeze #2
The tequila that we had drunk went straight to my pussy. Because I was turned on beyond belief. Probably more than I had ever been by just the act of him bringing her to an orgasm without lifting a finger.
“Damn, just like that, Sha, cum for me,” he said as she moaned loudly, and I could literally see her contracting as she cried through a release.
Finally, her head fell back, and she turned the rose off and placed it on the table. Q stood and picked her up.
I had no objections; I was enjoying the show.
“Come on, B,” he called over his shoulder as he took her upstairs.
I stood and walked up the stairs behind them.
The tequila was having a stronger effect now that I was standing.By the time that I made it upstairs, which was only a couple of seconds after them, Shareese was already straddling his face.
I bypassed them and went to take off my dress and the jewelry that I was wearing. Then I grabbed a robe of my own and went back into the room. Shareese was loud; her moans were echoing off the walls.
He flipped her over so that she was on her back and sat on his knees. He took off his shirt and then slipped out of his pants.
“Breeze, come here,” he said as he turned toward me.
I walked over to the edge of the bed, and he reached his hand out to me. “Take that off, baby.” He said as he pulled the tie of the robe that I was wearing.
Now fully naked, he guided me into the center, and I was just about to lie beside Shareese.
“Uh uh, come here.” His eyes darkened as my brows furrowed. I was already as close as I was going to get.
I was confused until he said, “lie on top of Sha.” I looked at him with a look of protest. I’ve always prided myself on not being one of those drunks who just throw caution to the wind. I was always still very much aware of anything that I did while drinking.
“Do what I said, B,” He doubled down. I hesitated, but I trusted Q and even Shareese.
This entire time, they hadn’t done anything I told them that I wasn’t comfortable with.
Even though Shareese made it clear to me that she was attracted to me, once I told her it was off the table, she didn’t persist. I felt safe in this space.
Safe enough to do whatever he asked me to. So, I did….
I threw one leg over Shareese’s waist and sat on her midsection. I could feel him push the middle of my back so that I could lean forward. She and I were face-to-face, and then she moaned. I’m assuming he started to fuck her.
He pushed my back again and physically positioned me so that my head was on her shoulder and my ass was in the air. He slapped my ass hard, making me groan, before he began to lick my asshole while he was fucking her.
This man was a dicksmith; that’s the only way I could describe the art of multitasking at this level.
The tricks that he was pulling out of the bag had to come with a title and a credential.We were both moaning, Shareese was lightly scratching my hair, and I could feel her hands rubbing up and down my back.
Q leaned back and teased my ass with his finger. I tensed. He repositioned me again.
“Relax, Breeze,” he urged. His gentle tone was a complete contrast to how firm he slapped my ass.
He did it again, this time easing his whole finger inside my butt. I held my breath, then whimpered as my palms began to sweat. If his finger felt like this, I could only imagine what his dick would feel like invading me.
“You okay, baby?” He asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Good.”
He leaned down and continued to lick as he eased his finger in and out slowly. His strokes had completely stopped to just about none, while he focused on ensuring I was comfortable.
Admittedly, the pressure that I was feeling stopped feeling invasive, and I welcomed it. His finger slid in and out of me, and his strokes sped back up.
“Oh, fuck!” Shareese whined as he fucked her deeper.
“Sha, stop crying and take this dick.”
He fucked her faster and harder. The harder his strokes got, the more her nails bore into my back and the faster his finger went. I was overwhelmed. And I never thought that I would be as aroused by the feeling of two sets of hands on me.
I could barely respond when I heard him say my name. Just as I was about to answer him, he slapped my ass.
“Yes?” I cried.
“You close?” He asked.
“Mhmm,” I answered.
“Sha, Breeze likes her hair pulled and to be choked while she’s cumming. Make her cum for me,” he said as he continued to bring us both closer to our release.
Shareese’s hands found their way to my hair and throat while I whimpered against her chest.
“I’m about to—”
“I know, baby,” he said as he went a bit harder.
Every time I thought I couldn’t cum harder, Quentin proved me wrong. And the fact that I was cumming this hard from being anally penetrated was mind-blowing. As I was cumming it was a domino effect. I could hear the aftermath of Shareese and Quentin both moaning through their own releases.
I was winded, and I almost collapsed, but I held myself up, careful not to crush Shareese with my body weight. Then I rolled to the side of her while I tried to catch my breath. Quentin got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I could hear water running while he stayed in there for a second.
When he came out, he wiped the mess that he had left on her stomach and then went back into the bathroom.
Then she got up and started digging in her suitcase for something. By the time he came out, he was watching her with the same curiosity as I was.
But then she turned around and held up three items. Hand ties, an eye mask, and earplugs.
“Come here, I want to play this game with you.” She said with a smirk on her face.
“Hell nah. I’m not about to let you tie me up,” he shook his head as I laughed.
“Q, you always want to be in control. Come here. I’ll tie you up loose enough for you to get out if you need to. Deal?” She bargained.
He didn’t say anything; he just walked over to the bed before looking at me. “If she starts acting crazy, untie me, B.” He laughed, but something told me he meant it.
She grabbed one of his arms and explained what she was doing to him. “I’m going to remove three of your five senses. You won’t be able to touch us, see us, or hear us. The goal here is for you to just be able to feel.” She explained.
His eyes shot over to me. I shrugged; I was just a student. I wanted to see where this was going too. She tied one hand.
“Loose enough?” he shook it gently and nodded.
“Good,” she said before she tied the other. Then she put the earbuds in his ear and put the eye mask around his head but didn’t pull it down.
She leaned down and kissed him, cupping his cheeks between her hands, and then she pulled down the blindfold. I watched as she got off the bed and motioned for us to switch positions, so I walked to her side as we both got into bed.
She started to suck Q’s dick, then curled her finger and motioned for me to come join her.
It may have taken me a minute, but I could see why she had tied him up.
Normally, he could control what we did. If he wanted us to go faster or slower, but right now, he possessed none of that power. He just had to lie there and take it.
For the most part, Q would be vocal during sex but only to talk. But with both Shareese and me sucking his dick, coupled with the fact that he couldn’t hear himself, he was losing his mind. The fact that he even had enough dick for two people to suck at once was confirmation of how heavy it was.
I was focused on the task. I didn’t even realize that Quentin had freed himself and was enjoying the show until I felt his hand in my hair.
He leaned up and stopped us. I chuckled because I knew that he wasn’t going to let us reverse the roles for too long.
Though he lasted longer than I had expected.
“Come here,” he said, finally breaking his silence.
I crawled toward the head of the bed. He turned me on my side and entered me from behind. He had one of my legs in the crook of his arm, the other applying slight pressure around my neck. Shareese came up to us, sat on her knees, leaned forward, and kissed him.
“B?” he said in a breathy moan.
“Hmm?” I answered.
“Open your eyes, tell Sha how good I’m fucking you,” he demanded.
“It’s so fucking good,” I admitted with my head still back, disregarding what he had asked me to do.
“Is it?” He taunted as he pinched my clit.
“You look so pretty being fucked,” Shareese said.
Quentin’s fingers pressed lightly against my jaw and guided my face toward Shareese. Her doe-shaped eyes watched me intently as her hands cupped her breasts.
“Don’t ignore her, B. Sha is talking to you,” he said against my neck.
I hesitated for half a second, then I felt the wetness of his tongue against my skin.
“Acknowledge her.” He nudged my chin.
“Thank you,” I groaned.
“Nah, mean that shit,” he urged. I felt my body quaking against him.
His tempo went to the speed of a slow, deliberate victory clap.
Heat crept up my chest, and I struggled to keep my eyes open through the pressure, but I didn’t turn away from her.
Quentin was pushing my boundaries in a way that only he could.
“I love that you’re watching,” I moaned. The grip on my neck tightened, and so did the one on my hip. I knew that Q was about to cum.
“Why?” He persisted. Urging me to admit out loud what I had already come to terms with internally.
At first, I didn’t answer, and then he went slower, harder, and deeper. Drilling the answer out of me.
“Eyes open, Breeze. You turned on by Sha watching you? Does she make your pussy wetter?” He gritted. Shareese’s eyes now held flames as she watched intently.