Quentin #2
She deepened the kiss, held my head, and moaned.
Then she pushed me back, and her eyes fell to her lap.
I leaned my forehead against hers and then exhaled.
I stood straight up and adjusted my dick in my pants and then took a couple of steps back from her.
I could tell that she was fighting her own feelings, and I wasn’t in the business of adding to that.
“Take care, B,” I grabbed her hand to help her down from the sink. Instead of allowing me to, she grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her.
She looked up from her lap with the craziest expression and said, “Q, I can’t get past the fact that my body craves you. Still, even after all this time.”
Again, I understood what she meant. I could be at the red light and have a flashback of her on her knees in front of me, or how she moaned when I was buried between her legs, and my shit would be rock hard in seconds.
“I get it, B. I feel the same way. But I respect your decision, come on, let’s go,” I said, stepping back and extending my hand for a second time.
“Quentinnnn,” She whined, pouting, with her lips out.
“What Breeze?” I tucked my lip between my teeth as I looked down at her.
Silence stretched long and thick between us.
“Can you fuck me tonight, then move to Nova Scotia?” She pretended to cry.
“brEEZEEEEEE!” A loud, drunk voice echoed through the stalls.
“Cass, I’m fine! I’ll be out in a second,” she yelled back.
“Okay, good,” The voice slurred, and I heard the door push open again.
“You coming to my house?” I questioned without thinking.
She nodded, “I’m leaving with you. I’ll take a black truck home.”
“Your friend gone be aight?” I asked, hearing that she was clearly drunk.
“There are four of us here, Baja and me already decided to be the sober ones to look after Lisa and Cass.”
I nodded, “Aight, I’ll be ready in about 20 minutes.” I turned and opened the door to the stall.
“Oop!” A random girl said, shocked, as we bypassed her while walking out, and she was walking in.
We had been there for about five minutes.
I had heard heels clicking against the tile, toilets flushing, the sink turning on and off, but neither of us cared.
I ignored her and then made my way back into Quiana’s section.
When I made it back there, the section was flooded with money and strippers. Qui had a bottle of Luc Belaire, shaking it. I shook my head at the sight. One of the strippers grabbed my hand and pushed me back on the couch.
I let her give me a lap dance. The dance did nothing for me, but it gave me the opportunity to make Qui think I was enjoying myself, and not like I came to her party and dipped just as quickly as I arrived.
I wasn’t focused on anything she was doing; I couldn’t even hear the song playing. My only concern was counting down the minutes on the clock.
I stood and scanned the area for Breeze.
I saw her sitting at the bar. When I did, she looked in my direction, and I subtly tilted my head toward the door so we could go.
Then I walked over to my sister and told her I was leaving.
She tried to fight me on it until I told her that I would bring her birthday gift to her tomorrow.
Then magically, she was okay with letting me go.
I walked out of the club, over to the valet, and handed him my ticket.
He disappeared around the side of the building and then came back with my truck.
Just as he was handing me the keys, I could hear the music inside the club get louder, meaning that someone had just walked out the door, and it was Breeze.
“Here,” I said as I handed her the keys to my truck. Her eyebrow rose in confusion.
“I’ve been drinking, you drive,” I said as she nodded and took the keys and walked around to the driver's side of the truck and hopped in.
Before we pulled away from the curb, she leaned forward, took off her shoes, placed them between my legs on the floor, adjusted the seat and mirror, and then started driving.
I entered my address into the GPS and reclined the seat.
“How you been, B?” I asked.
“I guess I’ve been good. What about you?”
“Shit, I’m better now,” I admitted. She laughed and shook her head. We stopped at a red light; the glow from it came through the window and shone down on her, and I could see that she was nervously chewing her lip.
“Have the terms of your marriage changed? You not doing some shit you don’t have no business?” I asked. It hadn’t crossed my mind when she agreed to come to my house, but I had to check.
“Not at all. It’s just that every time I feel like we’ve finally closed the chapter, we cross paths again. How is it that I haven’t seen you all this time, and all of a sudden, we bump into each other at the one place neither of us ever is?” She laughed and exhaled.
I leaned up and snaked my hands between her legs. I didn’t even have to touch her pussy, just brushed my thumb across the inside of her thigh. Her breathing hitched, and she cut her eyes at me.
“Q, you know this is the last time that we’re going to see each other, right? For real this time. It’s got to be,” She groaned.
I leaned over to her, hand inching closer to her middle, placing soft kisses on her cheek.
I pushed her thighs apart, and a low moan escaped her lips. Tracing her opening, I rubbed her clit slowly.
“So, it’s the last time, right?” I asked as I continued to rain kisses along the side of her face.
“Y-yes!” She whined.
I chuckled. “Then you better fuck me good tonight, B,” I said as I removed my hand and sat back against the passenger seat.
It was just past midnight, and the roads were almost empty. She drove in silence, probably lost in her thoughts. Breeze had the best pussy that I had ever had, but I knew what this was when we started it. Drunk or not, I wasn’t in a position to talk her out of any decision that she made.
She pulled up to my townhouse, and the garage opened as she eased into it and silenced the engine. She paused for a second, glanced at me, and shook her head. We both feel the same way about how we always end up right back here.
Once the truck was off, I closed the garage door, and we got out. I took a couple of steps, and before I realized that she wasn’t walking behind me.
I still had her shoes in my hand while she stood frozen in place and just stared at me.
“Are you going to carry me, Quentin?” She smirked as she waited for me to come over and get her.
I carried her through the door and into the family room of my house. Her eyes scanned every inch like she was conducting an investigation.
“What you looking for?” I questioned her as I threw my keys on the counter and waited for her to answer.
“I don’t really know. Signs of life, a wig or a baby bottle.”
I shook my head at her and went upstairs, leaving her to conduct her sweep of my place. She came behind me a second after. I guess I passed inspection.
Now, in my bedroom, I started undressing. I had only been in the club for a little more than two hours, but I still smelled like a mixture of smoke and perfume.
Breeze sat on the edge of my bed and typed away on her phone.
“Let’s go shower, B,” I bypassed her, grabbed her a towel and a rag, then went to the shower and turned it on.
I stepped into the shower and turned to see her coming into the bathroom fully naked. My eyes raked her body, and my dick stiffened. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen her fine ass in a while, but she has definitely gotten thicker.
We showered separately, only talking ever so often.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off before I leaned against the counter and waited. When she saw me standing there, she smiled. Her body was still soaking wet when I pulled the towel that she had tucked around her. I didn’t mind, just brought her body against mine.
“B, let me ask you something.”
“What’s that?”
“These last few months, have you been with another man?” I trailed kisses from her lips to her neck as I waited for her to answer me.
“No.” She moaned.
“Why not?” I asked. I already knew the answer; I just wanted her to say it.
When she didn’t respond, I bit her neck.
“Why Breeze?” I doubled down.
“Be-because. I just didn’t want to.” She lied.
“You didn’t want to? Or is it because nobody can fuck you like me? Nobody can eat your pussy until you’re blacking out. Nobody else could have you on your knees, or call you a bitch, and it makes your pussy wet?”
Her breathing hitched.
“Q!!! Let me dry off…” she whined. I pulled her closer to me, grabbed her ass, and then put my hand around her neck. I applied slight pressure and then kissed her. The kiss went from tame to hungry in seconds.
“Nah, let me dry you off, B,” I said as I picked her up and sat her on the counter.
I pulled her to me by her thighs, and then I dove face-first into her pussy. Between her legs was one of my favorite places to be. She always smelled good and tasted better. As soon as my tongue flicked her clit, my dick got harder if that was possible, and I grabbed her thighs and held her place.
She had one hand behind her to hold herself up, and the other was palming the back of my head and scratching my scalp.
“Q! Oh, my fuckkkkkk, baby, I’m about to cum!” She panted, and I could feel her legs tightening around my head.
Her cries didn’t stop me. I didn’t ease up on her; I actually applied more pressure.
I wanted to feel everything she had to give me.
She said that it was the last time that I would taste her.
And if I had to be honest, this time, I believed her.
It was something about the look of regret in her eyes when she said it that confirmed it for me.
Slipping two fingers inside of her, I brought everything that she had been holding out. She squirted, and I ate her through it.
Her body was shaking so hard, her breathing was shallow.
“Now tell me again. Why haven’t you fucked another man?” I asked with a grin.