5. Breeze
Breeze
T urks and Caicos was the perfect choice if I must say so myself. The sky was the prettiest shade of blue, the weather was ideal, and each scene looked like it had come to life from the pictures I had seen.
But not even such a beautiful island could hold a candle to the scene that was unfolding before me.
I was willing to bet my life savings that no sandy beaches, palm trees, and birds chirping melodies could compare to the sight of Quentin between my legs.
His moisturized dark skin, muscles flexing as he held my thighs to keep me in place, the sight of his beard glistening.
I palmed the back of his head as he devoured me.
We had been in the house for less than ten minutes, and he had already managed to have me sprawled out over the kitchen island.
He said that he missed me, but if the flick of his tongue was any indication of how much, I don’t even know how he survived this last year without me.
I could feel my own juices now underneath me on the countertop, wet and sticky. Then he applied pressure to my clit and sped up.
“Q!!!!” I said as I tried to slide away from him with one hand. He steadied me by placing his hand on my stomach to stop me.
“I’m about toooo-” as soon as I was nearing my release, he stopped and stood to his full height. His face was a mess; it was literally soaked.
He ran his hand through his beard and gave me the cockiest smile that probably could have made me release on its own.
“You did miss me, baby, turn over,” I looked at him like he was crazy.
I was literally on the counter, and he wanted me on all fours.
But I wasn’t in any position to argue with him.
He had already asked me if I was going to debate or wanted my pussy eaten.
I was choosing the latter. I could worry about my knees being sore another time.
I repositioned myself on the counter to all fours, and he finished his meal. He alternated between eating me with his thumb teasing my butt and licking my butt with two fingers inside my pussy, forcing the orgasm out of me.
His moans as he ate me were the most erotic thing that I had ever heard. But it was something about the way he sped up and moaned “mmhmm” like he just knew he was giving me everything I needed, that pushed me over the edge.
“What the fuckkkk Quentin!” I screamed as I shook through an orgasm and came all over his fingers and his face.
I saw the stars, constellations, the Big Dipper, Pluto, and a UFO.
I was shaking like a leaf in the fall, and my chest heaved as I struggled to hold myself up and not face-plant on the island.
Turning to face him, I saw that he had completely stepped out of his pants and was stroking his dick.
I reached out and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled him toward me.
Lying on my stomach, I took him into my mouth. The grunt that he let out felt like it vibrated through his body and mine. Slowly, he slid in and out of my mouth.
“Keep your eyes up, Breeze,” He demanded as his hips snapped slowly but deliberately.
I did as I was told, and the low, hazy, lustful look in his eyes made me bring out my best work. I tried to take as much of him as I could.
He sucked in a sharp breath; I knew the moment when the flip had switched. The hold on my hair got tighter, his eyes got darker, and the snap of his hips faster.
“Nah, don’t stop, ma. Take all that shit,” I could tell that he was nearing his release, so I let him fuck my throat.
“You gone swallow this nut for me, B?” He groaned.
“Mmhmm,” I answered as best I could.
His strokes became wilder and more uncontrolled. Then he gripped the bottom of my chin; it was firm and almost took me by surprise.
“Don’t waste my shit, B. Fuckkk!” I could feel him releasing in my mouth. It was a lot, but just as he said, I didn’t waste a drop.
I swallowed, licked my lips, and sat up on the end of the counter.
“Good girl,” he said and placed a kiss on my lips. He took his shirt off, threw it beside me, then stood between my legs and slid me off and against his body.
He walked toward the stairs with me holding on to him, legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me effortlessly like my 5’8”, 180 pounds was lightweight, and I loved that.
He turned the knob on the master bedroom and walked over to the bed and climbed right into it with me still holding on to him. I was on my back, in the missionary position, as he entered me.
I lightly scratched his back. It almost felt like he was stretching me. I felt full in the best way possible.
“Damn, Breeze,” he grunted as he bit my shoulder once he was inside of me. Q was fucking me slow and deep. The feel of him trailing kisses over my body, licking and biting my neck, was probably making me wetter than him being buried deep inside of me.
He threw my leg across his shoulder and grabbed my neck. I met his strokes from beneath him.
“I love that shit, B. Fuck me back, baby.” He coached.
We were in that position for about three minutes, and he abruptly stopped. I know he wasn’t ready to cum.
“Turn over,” he said, slapped my ass, then licked the place that stung. I followed his instructions.
“Lie on your stomach.”
Q was laid back and quiet otherwise, but when it came to sex, that was a different story. It was like once the door closed, he was a completely different person.
I lay flat, and he entered me again.
“Shit,” I moaned.
Quentin was fucking me senseless. And he was never rough. His dick was so big that he didn’t have to be. He had gone from on his knees to having his feet planted in the mattress, holding me midair by my waist, giving me every inch he walked into the room with.
My mind was blown.
“Why you keep running from this dick?” He gritted. “You can’t take my dick, B?”
“No…” I whined.
He chuckled and let me go. Then trailed kisses down my spine as he leaned over me.
“You done?” He asked.
I should have said yes. I should have avoided challenging him. But my pride… it always had me writing checks my ass couldn’t cash.
“No.”
“Then what you crying for? Come here.”
Quentin had me on my stomach, one knee to my chest, and the other stretched out like an Olympian in the blocks. He had his leg resting across mine, so I was basically stuck in that position, unable to run with only the option of taking his dick as he had said.
“You done running?” He taunted me.
“Yes,” I whimpered, conceiting defeat.
He continued to fuck me, one hand holding my waist, one around my neck, and his mouth close to my neck. I could feel the slickness of his skin on my back. His sweat was a clear indication of the work he was putting in.
“You got the best pussy, B. You ready to cum for me?”
I didn’t answer him. Not because I wasn’t ready, but because I couldn’t form the words.
He went deeper; his hand pressed a bit firmer.
“Hm, bitch?” He demanded.
“Yes, Q!”
“Then give it to me, princess, cum on my dick.”
I know this may sound strange, but the fact that this man had just called me a bitch made me feel like the drum solo from Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” was playing on my clit.
“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he praised.
I could hear the evidence of the effect he had on me between us. I came hard as he held me and fucked me slowly through it.
The way he had me coming undone should have been a study. Had someone else been in this house, I don’t know if they would think I was having sex or in the middle of being murdered. But I couldn’t say that either was wrong.
He let me go, pulled out, and came over my butt. Then got off the bed while I lay there and went toward the bathroom.
Minutes later, he came out with a warm rag and cleaned the mess he had made. Turning me on my back, he folded the towel and wiped me again.
I swatted his hand, “You’re disgusting, it doesn’t take all that.” I laughed.
He chuckled and went back into the bathroom. “Come on, let’s go shower so you can take your first nap of the day.”
Quentin could have been as funny as he wanted to be, but that wasn’t going to stop the fact that a nap was going to be taken. If he was going to be turning me every which way but loose, he was also going to have to allot me some time to recuperate.
I opened the shower door and inwardly groaned at the fact that this shower didn’t come with a bench. Now I would have to stand up, with my legs barely able to support me.
We showered separately and in silence, with my only objective being to hurry and get my head on a pillow. But Q had other plans, and I knew from the moment he decided to help me “wash my back” that a nap was getting further from my reach.
What started as him “helping me” turned into me being suspended in the air, legs around his waist, and being fucked against the wall.
By the time that we came out of the shower, I had cum twice more, and I was spent. I glanced at the clock. It had been exactly two hours and thirteen minutes since we had walked through the doors of the villa, and I had already felt depleted.
And I knew this was only the beginning. I crawled under the covers and pulled them to my chin.
Quentin came into the room with a bottle of water and stood at the edge of the bed, peering down at me.
He was amused, and I did not care in the least bit.
Secretly, I think it stroked his ego, but that was none of my concern.
“Give me an hour, maybe two.” I yawned as I turned on my side and drifted to sleep. I didn’t want to sleep through the plans that I had made. But I had to recharge for the night.
***
I had woken up right on time to make it to the first activity that I had planned.
As we boarded the boat for the sunset cruise, I took everything in.
We had driven for 30 minutes to get here, and I realized we were on the calm side of the island.
This side was swarming with people. I could hear loud music in the distance, and I could see some of the locals underneath a hut dancing.
He guided me through the crowd, and we found a place to sit. I sat down next to him, and he put his arm around me and brought me closer.
There was soft music playing, and people walking about freely and talking quietly as we waited for the tour to officially start.
“A drink for you, all?” The server came over and asked with a tray of frozen drinks.
I looked at Q and rolled my eyes before I turned to her.
“No, thank you,” I said as I declined the drink.
He made sure to let me know that the wine that I had on the plane would be my last drink this weekend because he wanted to ensure I had a sober experience.
As if he were in denial that I would do just about anything he asked me to, anyway, no liquor needed.
“Good girl,” he said as he kissed the tip of my nose.
The cruise officially started, and while I booked it just to stargaze and sail the sea, he was the only one of us on the entire boat tuned into what the tour guide was saying.
I knew from the moment that I saw him watching Shark Tank that he was a little nerdy.
But I didn’t expect anything less from someone who had a PhD.
Though nothing was more attractive than a man who was as intelligent as he was nasty.
“You’re tuned in to this tour,” I whispered to him.
He turned to me with a grin on his face, “B, you’re the damn sea turtle, you brought me out here, the least I could do is listen.” He scoffed as I laughed at his disdain for my love for the ocean.
“Whatever,” I said, pretending to give the guide my attention.
The boat was quiet as the guide spoke over the speaker for almost an hour. But once it was time for us to return to the dock, everything shifted. The music was louder, and the chatter of people started just as loud.
People stood and stretched, crowding to the front to get off. The deck lights flickered and dimmed. Making the atmosphere now a dark glow.
The passengers brushed past us as I turned to walk toward the front as well.
Q stopped me and pulled my arm, “Nah, let them go.”
My brows furrowed. There was so much going on around us. The boat was rocking now that it was on smaller waves. I heard loud laughter a few feet away, and a couple stumbled and bumped into us. But he just stood there.
He moved closer to me and pressed my back against the railing. His hand slid from my waist to the back of my thigh as he lifted it and pulled me toward him.
“Q,” I warned him under my breath.
He leaned close to me with his lips brushing my ear, “You said you wanted the full experience, right? You booked this tour because you said you wanted to be under the stars. You thought I was going to let you leave without giving you memories?”
Naively, I expected we would have a nice, quiet evening on the boat. But I guess that was my mistake.
I put my hand on the back of his neck and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was deep, and I could feel him releasing his dick and pulling my panties to the side.
He eased inside of me. I bit my lip to hold in my moans.
My pulse jumped once I realized that we were so close. The dock was right there now. Crew members were tossing ropes. People were lining up. We were in plain sight, except no one was looking. Everyone was distracted.
Crew members were shouting directions. Then, a deckhand walked past. He was close enough that I could see the logo on his shirt. If he looked down. If anyone looked down or came to the back of the boat, they’d see us.
The risk should have made me ashamed to be on this boat in this position, letting Quentin fuck me against the railings, but it did the exact opposite. It made me feel reckless. It turned me on even more.
My nails dug into his shoulders as his hips snapped deliberately as the waves crashed into the exterior of the boat.
“Fuck, Breeze,” Quentin grunted.
The music hid the noise between the two of us. Sounds of fabric shifting, and me panting against his chest.
“Eyes open,” He commanded with his mouth at my neck and his hand cupping my chin, and that itself had me undone.
I grabbed him tighter as I tried to choke back the scream threatening to escape me. He came a second after, just as the boat bumped the dock.
The passengers started to exit, and the line shortened one by one.
It was almost our turn to get off the boat.
He let my leg down, adjusted my dress, brushed my hair back from my face, and kissed the tip of my nose just as he had done earlier.
Then he grabbed my hand and guided me up the small steps.
I plastered a smile on my face as the crew members bid each of us a good night while the evidence of what had happened on that boat rested underneath my dress and on my thigh.
“You’ve planned a good activity, baby.” He chuckled as we walked to find our driver, who was supposed to be waiting for us. I looked back at the boat and sighed. He said that he wanted to give me a memory. And he delivered.