Chapter 9 Breeze
Chapter nine
Breeze
He was carrying a bag of food from one of my favorite restaurants.
“Oh, you up?” He said as I stopped midstride and turned to walk back the way I had come.
“Yeah,” I said as I cleared my throat.
“I didn’t want to wake you up. Your ass was snoring, but I ordered some food for you.
I stuck to the basics. Steak, lobster, mashed potatoes, and I got some pasta if you don’t like any of the other stuff.
If you want something else, let me know, and I’ll order it for you.
” He said as he set the bag on the table.
“I want all of that, actually,” I chuckled. I was well rested, thoroughly fucked, and starving. That was a hell of a combination.
He put the bag on the counter, got out the food that he had ordered, and gave me the things that he had gotten for me.
I sat at the table, and suddenly it was less awkward than it had been before. I started to feel more comfortable around him.
“You well rested?” He scoffed as he cut into his steak.
“Are you being funny?” I laughed as I twirled some of the pasta on my fork and kept eating.
“Nah, I’m just asking,” he said with a hint of amusement that I could see written across his face.
“Well, yes, I actually am,” I answered. He nodded.
Silence fell over us for a bit as we both focused on the food in front of us. I would glance up every now and then and see him watching me.
“How long have you been a doctor? You enjoy that?” I asked. Breaking the silence because I didn’t want to go back to the awkward space we just came from.
“Ten years. It’s cool. I like the idea of helping people stay together. I’m good at what I do.” He said as he shrugged.
“You are,” I agreed. He looked up at me with his eyebrow raised.
I giggled as I continued eating. He was such an easy person to talk to. I mean, I guess he had to be because of his profession, but the conversation flowed so well. We talked about his practice, my business, and how I got into the import industry.
“Let’s go outside on the patio,” he said as I cleared the table and put everything else back up that we hadn’t touched.
“I’ll be out, let me throw on a dress,” I said as I walked over to my duffle bag to throw on some clothing.
“Nah, Breeze, come on,” he disagreed as I walked over to the sliding door and opened it. I sighed and tucked the side of the robe more, and pulled the strings a little tighter.
I slipped into my shoes and followed him outside. It was dark out, and I could just barely see movement on the beach. But for the most part, it was quiet.
He sat down on the chair and pulled me on top of him.
I relaxed a little while listening to the waves.
It was peaceful. I closed my eyes and leaned against Quentin with my back against his chest. He turned his head toward me and placed soft kisses on my temple and trailed them to my cheek.
Then he put his arms around me and just held me there.
“I could really stay out here, forever,” I said as I felt his hand snaking against my bare stomach.
“Oh yeah?” He asked as his hand slid further up and pinched my nipples before rolling them through his fingers. I let out a low hiss.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed as his other hand traced slow circles on my stomach. I lay back against him breathing ragged because I knew the innocent moment was about to turn into something else.
My legs were between his. Slowly, he put his legs between mine, which meant that my legs were thrown across his knee now and were wide open. It was dark out, and he hadn’t turned on the light. But still, knowing that we were outside in public made me nervous.
“Q…” I whispered as he dipped his finger into my center and then traced my clit with my juices.
“What?” he growled.
“We’re…we’re outside,” I protested. Still never making an attempt to close my legs or end what was happening.
“I know where we are, Breeze,” he said as his hand went to my neck. Applying pressure as he spread my legs further and continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me. I was trying to be quiet, but Quentin wasn’t having it.
“Why you being quiet B? I want to hear how good I’m making you feel,” He demanded. He did a curling motion with his fingers that I couldn’t fight if I wanted to.
I moaned as my back arched and I soaked his hand.
“Damn Breeze, you wetting-”
A sound interrupted him. My eyes shot open, and I looked wildly around until my eyes found the source of the noise. In the beach house across from us, I could see a couple coming on their patio. I couldn’t see their faces or anything else other than the bright color of her orange bikini.
“Q…” I said as I grabbed the tail of the robe and tried to cover up. But his hands never left my neck or buried between my legs.
He had none of the same urgency as I did.
“Lay back, B,” He demanded as he placed his palm on my chest to push me back gently.
“There are people over there,” I panted as his hands worked overtime between my thighs.
“I know, I don’t give a fuck, mama. Let me make that pussy cum,” he said as he gripped my neck tighter.
I was three hours away from home, no one knew me, it was dark, and they were quite a distance across the beach.
I could only see the shadows of them, like I was sure they could only see the shadows of me.
With all those factors, I threw caution to the wind, lay back, and let him take control.
I lay my back against his chest again, as he continued to work his magic with his hands.
“Mmhmm, you being a good girl for me, B,” he praised as he turned my head slightly and placed soft kisses on my lips.
My moans increased the deeper his hands went. I could feel the release knotting in the pit of my stomach, and I knew I was loud as hell. I bit my lip as I dug my nails into his wrist and released all over his hand.
“Fuck,” he said as the force of my orgasm pushed him out of me. I shook as I fought to catch my breath and see through the stars that clouded my vision.
He cleaned his hands and then kissed me. Letting me taste myself from his lips. I was aroused in the worst way.
I lay against his chest while I tried to steady my breathing. He cupped his dick and squeezed it. I could feel the entire time that he was as hard as a brick underneath me. He took it out and stroked it. I turned to him and kissed him as I took it from his hand and slid it in and out of my hands.
“Stop using your hands and use your mouth,” He groaned.
I wanted to, but I was hesitant again. I had caught a glimpse of the couple, who were still sitting on their own patio, enjoying the show.
“Q… the peo-”
“The people?” He chuckled as he threw his head back at the feel of my hands. When his head came back up, I could see nothing but pure lust in his eyes.
“Y-yeah,” I said as he cupped my chin.
“I don’t give a fuck, Breeze, you said you wanted to be watched, right? Let them see how you suck this dick for me,” He demanded.
Slowly, I repositioned myself into a squat between his legs and then took his dick into my mouth. He guided his dick in and out of my mouth from the seat with a handful of my hair.
“Just like that, B,” He grunted.
I was turned on probably more than I had ever been before. As I sucked him, my own hand found its way to my middle. The way he was moaning and knowing that the people across the beach were watching me work, took me to another level.
“Open up, Mama. Take every inch of that dick,” He coached as he went a bit deeper. I was a mess. My hair was wild, spit and precum were dripping down my chin, and tears were running down my cheeks. He was fucking my throat like he was buried inside of me.
“Shittttttt B! I’m about to cum,” he warned me as I continued to suck him. I massaged his balls as he thrust faster.
“Get up, B, let me paint your pretty ass face,” he said as he slid out of my mouth and held my chin with one hand and jerked ropes of cum onto my face with the other.
Winded, he stood from the chair and guided me up by the hand and pulled the sliding door back, but never shut it behind us. “Go clean up for me and come back outside,” he demanded before I walked through the room and to the bathroom.
When I went back to the door, I saw him sitting on the patio, drinking a bottle of water.
I knew I had signed up for twenty-four hours of fucking, but his stamina was impressive.
How he could keep cumming like this back-to-back made me think that he had taken one of those gas station pills.
I halfway expected him to be the first to tap out, but he was on go.
We were a little over five hours into the experience, and I had been asleep for almost three of those.
I was stuck between calling it quits and wanting to stick around for the plot.
I walked back outside. Out of habit, my eyes went to the beach house across from us. The couple was still there, sitting on the patio in the dark, probably waiting for the next scene. He pulled the chair toward the banister.
“Bend over there,” He instructed. I did as I was told. He pulled the robe up, exposing my entire body from the waist down. He slapped my ass roughly.
He leaned forward, spread my ass cheeks, and began licking my asshole. I moaned and grabbed the back of his head.
“Damn, Q,” I whimpered as I gripped the railing tighter.
He slapped my ass hard, making me choke back a yelp by biting the inside of my jaw.
Then he stood and slipped his middle finger into my butt.
I braced myself. I had done anal before, but it wasn’t really my go-to.
I for damn sure was going to have to wave the white flag if Q thought we were going to do it.
I was way too young to be confined to diapers.
He fingered my butt for a second, and then he stood to his full height. I don’t know at what point his pants got around his ankles, but as I was bent over, I looked down, and I could see them pooling at his feet.
Before I could dwell on it, I felt his dick push back into me. I moaned aloud, unable to hold it back. My leg shook, and I was cursing myself for the physical reaction to him parting me again. He gripped my hips as he fucked me from behind.
I couldn’t hold my cries if I tried. I whimpered as he rearranged my anatomy.
Between cries of my own, I could hear some faintly in the distance.
Focusing my eyes, I realized that the couple across from us had begun their own session.
From what I could see in the distance, the woman was facing toward us, riding her man reverse cowgirl.
Her swimsuit was completely gone, and somehow, I had missed that when I came back out.
I pooled between us, as Q leaned down into my ear. “Her moans making your pussy wet like this, Breeze?” He questioned.
“Yes,” I admitted.
He chuckled, then he slapped my ass again. My legs started to go weak as he gripped my hips and fucked me deeper. I got lightheaded as I felt yet another release building in my stomach. My walls gripped him, contracting around his dick, making him groan.
“Go ahead and finish for me, B,” He commanded as he bit my shoulder. I didn’t wait to oblige his request. I had lost track of how many times he had made me cum.
His strokes got faster and sloppier as he let out a loud ass grunt and then pulled out of me and finished.
I made my ass cheeks clap as he came on them, causing him to laugh.
But I knew I felt like a dead weight in his arms. I had just woken up, but I was going to need another nap.
He had drained me, literally and figuratively, and I needed a moment to recharge.
I took his arm from around my waist and turned to go back into the house. I stumbled when my legs almost betrayed me, but I regained my balance really quickly.
Once we were inside, he closed the door behind us and glared at me. His face was a mixture of confusion and lust, but I didn’t have the capacity to see which it was.
“I’m going to shower again, and then I’m going to sleep. You’re wondering if I tapped out? Yes, for right now I have.” I said as we both fell into laughter, and I went to take a shower.
I was there for all of three minutes before he joined me, and I groaned. “Man, I’m just here to bathe.” He said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.
“Good,” I said as I continued to pour the body wash on the sponge and start my shower. We bathed in silence for the most part. I was trying to hurry and wash so I could get my head on a pillow. I was tired, and I didn’t care about stroking his ego at that point. I had to be clear.
When I got out, I walked over to the bed and dove underneath the sheets.
He got in behind me and turned the TV on.
He was watching Shark Tank, and I chuckled at how someone could have two different personalities.
He was just commanding me to get on my knees in front of strangers, now he was watching a TV show about inventors seeking investments.
I faced away from him and prepared to go to sleep. I was uncomfortable. I had always slept on Tim’s chest, but I didn’t want to overcomplicate what this was. I knew what this was, so I didn’t want to cuddle with him.
He reached over and pulled me back toward him. I turned to face him. He leaned down toward me and pulled me into the most delicate kiss. It made me moan. Then he broke the kiss and stared down at me.
“Don’t go over there, come lie on me.”
I didn’t respond; I just lay my head on his chest, my eyes on the TV, knowing that sleep would soon take over. As his hand rubbed my back, I drifted off, and before long, my body relaxed against him.