Quentin #3
A smile crept on her face, she leaned forward and said, “Because I didn’t want to.”
Noted. Breeze was testing me. She loved the challenge, and I loved showing her ass that I never lose.
“Wrong answer,” I warned her as I picked her up from the counter and carried her into the bedroom.
I lay her on the bed, and she parted her legs so that I could get in between them. I entered her slowly. She let out a hiss as I parted her. I pushed her knees to her chest and fucked her, slowly.
“Play with your pussy while I fuck you, Breeze.”
Her fingers carefully circled her clit, as I slid in and out of her. I sucked her toes while I stroked her, and she was losing it underneath me. Her moans were loud as hell, and had it not been for the alcohol that I had drunk, I wouldn’t have lasted long at all.
I kept the same tempo. Breeze liked to be fucked, but my favorite response from her body was when I fucked her slow and deep. It was like I was touching a place that she never knew existed, and since this was it, I was going to make her remember this shit.
“You done talking shit to me?” I asked.
“Yessss,” she groaned as her hand sped up.
“You about to cum for me, mama?”
“Mmhmm,” she admitted. Fingers still swirling around her clit.
“Shitttt, Q!”
“Q what? I’m listening, my baby,” I taunted her.
My strokes didn’t stop. But at that moment, Breeze did something I had never felt anybody do before. When she came, it felt like somebody had literally poured a gallon of water between us. It made a noise, her body shook, her eyes rolled, and tears ran down her face.
Then she dug her nails into my arms and scratched the fuck out of me. That reaction itself caused her walls to tighten around my dick like I had never felt before. I fucked her through it until the very last second, and I pulled out and came hard.
Her body was still shaking after I came down from my release. I touched her.
“B, you good?” I had to check. She turned to me and wiped the tears that were streaming down her face.
“Why would you fuck me like that, Q? You didn’t need my answer. That’s why I haven’t had an experience with anyone else.” She said as she swatted my hand. It broke the seriousness of the moment and made me laugh.
“Get up. Let’s go clean up and go to the guest room,” I said as I looked at the puddle that I wasn’t about to attempt to handle tonight.
After we showered, I pushed open the door to the room and then pulled Breeze next to me. We kissed for a while. Before I broke it and she laid on my chest. The next thing I knew, I had fallen asleep.
The sun shining through the window woke me up. Groaning, I pulled myself up and reached for my phone on the nightstand. It took me a minute to realize that I wasn’t in my own room. I threw my legs off the side of the bed and walked down the hallway.
Looking at my sheets fucked up, and the wet spot in the bed made all the events from the night before flood my memory.
Breeze had been in my home, and she left out and left me in bed like a prostitute, but didn’t even leave me a tip on the nightstand.
I shook my head at the thought before running water so I could shower. I was going to pick up Tre so that we could go to my parents’ house for Qui’s birthday cookout.
On the way to Shareese’s house, I made a couple of calls to professionals who could clean my mattress and set up an appointment for the next day. When I pulled into her driveway, she was there unloading the groceries.
I parked the car and stepped out.
“Sha, where the hell is your son?” I asked. Cause I know it was no way he was going to make her tote anything in the house.
“Pretending that two cases of water weigh a ton, he just went inside.” She informed me.
“Give me that,” I said, trying to take the bags from her.
“I don’t want your help, Quentin. You’re Tre’s daddy, not mine,” she snapped.
“But you called me daddy when I was—”
“Say it. Say it, and I promise I’ll get in my truck and put it in reverse,” she dared me. I shook my head at her crazy ass and then went back to my own truck. I watched as Tre went back and forth between her truck and the house, taking in the things she had brought.
Things between Sha and me hadn’t changed. I was grateful that the situation didn’t make shit complicated between us. She still gave me hell, every chance she got, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I went to call my mother and let her know that we were on the way. But I realized that I had never saved the girl from last night’s number. Mercedes. I stored her number and then sent her a text message.
As I waited for my son, my mind drifted off to B and the way her body reacted to me last night.
Opening my phone again, I laughed as I typed her an email from Long Term Therapy.
She said that it was over, and I let her know I supported her decision to focus on her husband.
After all, that was my job as her marriage therapist.
Hitting send on the message, I put the phone down as Tre opened the door. The chapter with me and B was officially behind us now.