6. Quentin
Quentin
T he hot water from the showerhead fell down over Breeze’s face. Her wet hair was clinging to her face as I leaned forward and kissed her. We got lost in each other, tongues dancing in and out of our mouths. She moaned into my mouth as I slid my hands down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing it.
We had just woken up less than thirty minutes ago. Yesterday we spent the day snorkeling and fucking in the ocean. We underestimated how tired the water and sun could make you. But today was the last day of this vacation.
A sound cut through the silence. I broke the kiss and stood to my full height.
It caused her to listen too. The noise came again: a knock at the door.
“I’ll go get the door; that’s probably our company for the night.” She sang as she bit the inside of her jaw nervously and slid the door back, grabbed a towel, and hurried out of the bathroom. I shook my head and continued to shower, not moving any faster than I normally would.
Before we came on the trip, Breeze had been clear.
She wanted everything out in the open when she walked away from this.
Every fantasy. Every what-if. When she suggested bringing a person in for the last night, I wasn’t crazy about the idea.
Not only was I hesitant to have anyone know about us, but I was also unsure about who she would choose.
I wasn’t that horny; I needed attraction more than I needed access.
When she suggested her “friend” last month, it made me chuckle at first. I thought it was a joke.
But she told me that she was serious and would see if her friend was on board.
I left everything up to her, the NDA’s, scheduling testing, validating results, and flights.
Last week, when she sent me all the documents, I didn’t expect it.
We hadn’t discussed it since she mentioned it, so I thought the plans fell through.
But those documents, and now this knock on the door, confirmed that this was happening.
When I finished bathing, I stepped out of the shower and dried off.
I instantly regretted the fact that I hadn’t brought any clothes or a robe into the bathroom with me.
I wrapped the towel around my waist, securing it with the other end, and walked into the bedroom.
Admittedly, my pulse raced as I turned the corner to see Breeze sitting on the bed in a robe and a towel wrapped around her head.
Her eyes were low, and one of her legs was thrown over the other as she swayed it back and forth aimlessly.
My eyes scanned the room, but I didn’t see anyone there. Before I could inquire, her company entered the bedroom.
“This is the one I was telling you about,” the person said, and I held my breath for a second.
She looked up at me and gave me the most sinister smile as her eyes scanned from the top of my head to my feet.
“Well, hey, Quentin,” She giggled and handed the bottle of perfume to Breeze.
“What’s up, Sha?” I said to Shareese as I stood there. If she wanted to fight today, it would be an easy win. My body was so relaxed, Breeze had spent all weekend draining my nuts and my energy, so I had no other choice but to play it cool with her.
When Breeze suggested that Shareese be the one to watch us, I told her good luck.
I wasn’t the type of nigga to down-talk any woman that I had been with, especially not my son’s mother, but I wanted to tell her so badly that Shareese was the definition of “help the bear.” Instead, I decided to let her handle that and find out however she saw fit.
I had to give it to B, though; her ability to have muhfuckas eating out the palm of her hand was impressive and dangerous. The fact that she got Shareese on a plane and in the same room with me without having her neck broken in three places was commendable.
Breeze lay back on her elbows and watched our interaction.
Shareese always looked good as fuck. But I hadn’t seen her much, if at all, outside of business attire in the last few years. So, her standing there in that tan knit short set made me do a double take, she was still as cold as her heart.
“Come here, Q,” Breeze said lowly as she waited for me to make my way over to her.
I chuckled as I walked over to the edge of the bed and looked down at her. She pulled the piece of the towel that I had tucked and let it fall to the floor. Then leaned forward and ran her tongue across my stomach and trailed wet kisses to my dick before she took it into her mouth.
I groaned as I looked down at her. Her mouth opened, and I could feel her throat relaxing as she took as much as she could.
“Suck that shit, B.” I coached her before I took the towel off her head and tangled my fingers in her wet hair.
My hips thrust slowly as I fucked her mouth. With the intensity that she was sucking my dick, I could tell that she was turned on by the thought of Sha watching her. The head was always fire, but this was different; this was like I had unlocked a whole new level of Breeze.
“Open your mouth, B, take all that dick…” I threw my head back and panted. She adjusted and tried to fulfill my request.
When my head rose, I saw Shareese standing close to me, biting her bottom lip and watching how Breeze was swallowing my shit.
The lust in her eyes made my dick get harder.
Then her eyes caught mine, and when I didn’t see any hatred in them, I took a chance and called her over to me.
I had never been in this position before, but I was good at multitasking.
“Come here, Sha.”
She hesitated, but she walked over to me anyway. “Take this off,” I said as I lightly tugged at her clothing.
She slowly undressed, with her eyes never leaving me as my eyes slowly scanned the length of her body. A body that I hadn’t seen in almost fifteen years.
I reached out to her, grabbed her by the neck, and gently pulled her to my side.
A low moan escaped her lips, and her eyes closed.
I leaned down to her and placed a kiss on her lips.
At first, she froze, then slowly she fell into it.
Her hand went to my chest as I leaned down and kissed her deep, slow, and nasty.
While I was kissing Sha, Breeze swirled her tongue around the head of my dick, which made me jerk and break the kiss.
“Fuck, B!” I said as I moved in and out of her mouth faster. “Put your leg on the bed, Sha,” I said as I slapped Shareese’s ass. Slowly, she put her leg on the other side of Breeze.
I traced the length of her pussy; Shareese was wet as fuck. Her juices coated my fingers almost instantly. Slowly, I slid one finger inside of her and then another.
“Damn,” Sha panted, as she scratched at my wrist. Her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open.
I tightened my grip on B’s hair and worked my hands in and out of Sha’s pussy.
“Sha, is Breeze sucking my dick good, baby?” I asked. Bringing her back to the moment.
“Y-yes!” She moaned; her nails dug deeper into my skin. I took that as a sign to speed up.
“Tell her.”
I could see the words forming on her lips, but just as they were about to come out, her eyes started rolling in the back of her head.
“Nah, Sha. Open your eyes. Be a good girl for me and tell Breeze she’s doing a good job.” I doubled down.
She looked down at B and bit her lip. Then she grabbed a handful of B’s hair too, and that shit took me to another level.
“You’re sucking Q so good, Breeze. Make him cum—shit!” She said breathlessly, and I could feel her body shake against my hand.
She was moaning, B was moaning. And before I knew it, my strokes got jerkier, and I was shooting cum down Breeze’s throat at the same time Shareese was cumming over my fingers.
Breeze looked up at me, eyes telling a story of their own as she continued to suck me until I had nothing left to give her.
Shareese put her leg down and fell backward on the bed, winded. Breeze stood from her position and grabbed my face, with the evidence of her own release on her hand. I leaned down and placed a couple of soft pecks on her lips and walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink.
She already knew what that meant, as long as I could stay hydrated, her ass was going to be in for a long day.
By the time that I had come back to the room, B was naked, walking around the room like she wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable in front of Shareese.
It made me wonder what their relationship had been prior to this moment; Breeze told me that women weren’t her thing, so I was interested to see if that would change over these next twenty-four hours.
I wasn’t going to push her boundaries in that way, but if she decided she wanted to, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world but here watching it go down.
I walked back into the room with the bottle of water in my hand, where Sha and Breeze sat talking. I drank from the bottle, and once I lowered it, I could see Shareese’s eyes on my dick before she diverted her gaze.
Sha had a temper even I wouldn’t test, but despite probably being on some agency’s terrorist watch list, when the doors closed, she knew that shit played out differently and that she had to lose the attitude.
She used to be a freak and just watching her sit on the bed naked brought back memories that I hadn’t thought about in over a decade.
Breeze got up, grabbed my hand, and guided me to the bed.
I sat down, and she straddled my lap, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
My dick divided us, resting on her stomach as she put her hands between us and stroked it.
I know that lil nigga was tired of me, but he was hanging in there.
I broke the kiss and sucked on her neck and pinched her nipples.
“Sit on my dick, B,” I groaned as she used the precum from the tip of my dick and rubbed it over the base of it.