Chapter 10 Quentin
Chapter ten
Quentin
The sun blaring through the window woke me up.
Breeze was still tucked underneath my arm with her hands around my stomach like she was making sure I didn’t leave her.
Last night, I lay in bed watching TV with her on my chest, snoring lightly.
I felt crazy, but I didn’t want to fuck her and then make her sleep alone or feel like the only time I’d touch her was when we were having sex.
I may have clowned her, but I was tired as fuck too.
She had a nigga throwing down bottles of water back-to-back trying to stay hydrated.
Then she had drained every inch of my nuts, and I was glad that she threw the towel in because I didn’t want to be the first person to do it.
Breeze really had the tightest, wettest pussy that I had ever had.
Knowing what I know now, ain’t no way I would have ever agreed to this if I were her husband.
I tried to slide out of bed without waking her up, but she had a hold of me. Her eyes popped open as soon as I moved away.
“Good morning,” I said to her, and walked toward the kitchen to find the room service menu.
“Morning,” I heard her say back as I rounded the corner.
I came back with the menu, handed it to her, and told her to tell me what she wanted. She took the card and then sat up, looking exactly like what every inch of the night had been.
“I’m not even hungry. Just something simple, an omelet, home fries, and toast,” she said, scanning it quickly and then handing it back to me.
She slid to the edge of the bed and then found her slippers.
She bent over in front of me and gave me the best view of her pussy.
I slapped her ass. She looked back at me and shook her head before she walked toward the restroom.
While she was there, I called in our order.
We were hours away from our city, but we both agreed not to risk going out in public.
It was only a day, and lowkey I could be confined to a room with her fine ass for a week, buried inside her if I had to.
I heard the shower turn on, and I let her have her space while I waited for the food to come. I sent a text to Tre to check that camp was going well, then opened a couple of my personal emails to see if I had missed anything.
After scrolling for a while, a knock came on the door, and it was the food being delivered. I took the bags from the woman’s hands and gave her a tip before I closed the door and walked over to the table. By that time, Breeze was already out of the shower and in another robe.
Her hair was now in a bun on the top of her head, and her skin was still a little damp from the shower. She looked good enough to eat, but I was going to hold out on that.
She sat at the table and sighed.
“You, okay?” I questioned.
“Yeah, but it just seems like the longer I slept, the more tired I got,” She laughed. I chuckled and ate a spoonful of my grits.
“How old is your son?” She said after a couple of minutes.
“Fourteen.”
“He your only child?”
“Yeah, you don’t want children?” I asked her.
“In the next three years. I feel like I’m still in my building phase. I want to get my business to the point where it can operate without me, so I can focus on being a mother. Right now, the dealerships require a lot of my time.” She admitted. I nodded because I understood.
“I respect that. Most people don’t go in with a plan. It's good that you are.” I responded. Our conversation went to a place of its own.
“Do you and your son’s mother have a good relationship?” She questioned.
I chuckled. Thinking about how Shareese’s crazy ass hated me, but I wasn’t in the business of pillow talking. “Yeah, my son’s mother is Shareese, the administrative assistant.”
She gave me a big smile and nodded.
“What’s that for?”
“Because I thought she was your wife, my first visit there. That woman is gorgeous. If I can see it as a woman. I definitely know a man took notice,” She complimented.
“Yeah, she’s nice. But we’ve never been married,” I corrected.
“Are you still together? We talk every time I come for a session, I don’t want to smile in her face knowing we’ve…”
“No. We haven’t had any type of relationship since she was pregnant.”
She nodded, “Gotcha.”
She didn’t follow up with a question about our relationship, and I’m glad she didn’t. I didn’t want to go into too much detail about what happened between Shareese and me.
We made small talk here and there about random shit and interests. I realized Breeze was down-to-earth and easy to talk to. She was smart as hell. She also had a smart-ass mouth and always had something slick to say back. But she had a nice vibe.
I walked over to the couch and opened the message that Tre had sent me. It was a consent form for another camp that those coaches had mentioned to him. I was just about to finish it when Breeze walked in front of me.
I slid her robe to the side, leaned up, and pulled her nipple into my mouth. Then I sat back and continued to sign the forms. Once I was done, I set my phone on the couch, gave her my attention, and pulled her down into my lap.
I grabbed her neck and applied slight pressure on it. I chuckled as her freak ass bit her lip.“What’s up, B? You trying to get fucked? You ain’t tired yet?” I asked her.
She groaned as she started to grind into my lap.
“Are you trying to make me beg?” she asked as she slowly untied her robe and then let it fall off her shoulders to the floor. Then she snaked her hands between her legs.
She was talking that shit. Up until this point, she had been mostly quiet and only responding when I took the lead. But having her initiate it made my dicker harder. I knew she had another level. I might have just unlocked it. But I was going to see how far it could go.
“Probably,” I chuckled as she continued to rub between her legs. I took her over to the bed and then laid her back there.
She looked up at me with waiting eyes, and I returned that same energy.
“Play with your pussy for me, Breeze. I want to watch you.” I commanded as I stepped out of my boxers and went back over to the couch and sat there.
She had this puzzled expression on her face. Like, once I called her bluff, she had gone back shy on a nigga.
I stroked my dick as I waited for what she was about to do.
I smirked at her, “You gone make me beg?” I groaned.
She laughed, but she finally fell back on the bed and then planted one of her feet onto the edge of it. Slowly, she brought her hand to her pussy and circled her clit.
She sucked in a sharp breath as she continued to strum her middle.
“You getting wet for me, B?” I questioned.
“Mmhmm,” She admitted.
I could see her juices coating her fingers already, and she hadn’t even slid them inside herself. My dick oozed precum at just the sight of it. She had her head thrown back, pleasing herself and grinding against her own fingers.
When she opened them, I was standing in front of her. I leaned down to her and kissed her and pinched her nipple. She moaned.
“Use your fingers, Ma. Make that pussy cum for me,” I instructed her.
This time, she didn’t hesitate; she just did it. Her moans grew louder as she worked her fingers in and out of her tight hole.
“You close?” I asked her.
She panted, “Yes!”
“Good, now ask me for this dick,” I demanded as I looked down at her.
“Come fuck me,” she pleaded as her eyes rolled and she bit her lip. I pushed her hand out of the way, and I eased back into her. She scratched my back as I pushed her knee to her chest and folded her ass up.
We kissed as she whined into my mouth.
“Damn Q!”
“Why you keep whining? You can’t take this dick? You ain’t tired now?” I taunted her as I continued to fuck her.
I could feel her body quake underneath me as she released. If her body wasn’t any indication that she was cumming, the tears falling from her eyes and the puddle between us definitely were. She bit down on my lip hard; it didn’t hurt, but it definitely triggered a release of my own.
I pulled out of her and came on her thigh.
“Fuck!” I groaned as my body finally started to relax.
She was sprawled across the bed, winded. I rolled out of bed and went to the fridge to get another bottle of water.
I leaned against the counter and drank it as I struggled to catch my breath.
At the same time, Breeze was coming by to grab something of her own.
I moved out of the way. She grabbed a bottle of water, too.
She stood near me and drank it slowly. I slapped her ass and then pushed her forward over the counter and kneeled in the back of her.
We had four hours left in this house together, and I was going to make sure she thought about me every time she saw a bed, shower, or her reflection in the mirror.
***
“B, get up,” I said as the clock read one. She said she wanted to be home by five p.m., so the truck I had arranged to pick her up would be here in an hour.
She rolled over groggily and struggled to open her eyes.
“It’s one, you gotta shower and shit, the truck will be here at two.
” I waited for her to fully wake, and once she sat up in bed, I turned and went back outside to go on the patio to grab my phone.
I had been watching college football on it while she slept, so that I didn’t wake her up.
Now that she was up, I was going to put it on the TV.
I heard the shower on when I stepped back inside. That was one thing that I had noted, a shower didn’t owe her shit. She had good habits.
I lay back on the bed and then watched the game until I heard her come out. She was wrapped in a towel, with her hair tied up.
She walked over to her bags and went through them, looking for some clothing. She had a scowl on her face.
“You good?” I asked her as she slipped on her bra and panties.
“I’m just thinking about the fact that you kept me barefoot and naked this whole time. I brought pajamas and four sets of clothing, and a couple of pairs of shoes. I didn’t wear any of it. I haven’t been in a garment of clothing since I left the house yesterday.” She joked, shaking her head.
“You didn’t need it,” I answered, never taking my eye off the game, wondering what the flags were for.
She came over and stood beside the bed.
“Holding,” she said as the ref gave the signal.
“Man… facemask.” I corrected as I looked over at her, and we both burst into laughter.
“I’m just a girl,” she said as she continued to watch the game. I slid over, and she sat down beside me.
We talked about that until I got a notification that the truck was approaching us.
“The truck will be here in two minutes.”
She got off the bed and went over to grab her bag from the counter and slipped on her shoes. I walked her to the door and then opened it.
“Be good for me,” I teased as I watched her breath get caught in her throat. She shook her head, stood on her tiptoes, and dropped a quick peck on my lips before she turned around and walked toward the front of the resort.
Closing the door, I went back over to the bed and lay down. I was going to take a quick nap before I got on the road to head back home. The day was over, Breeze had been on my mind, on my lips, and in my beard. But now it was back to reality.