The passengers started to exit, and the line shortened one by one. It was almost our turn to get off the boat. He let my leg down, adjusted my dress, brushed my hair back from my face, and kissed the tip of my nose just as he had done earlier. Then he grabbed my hand and guided me up the small steps.
I plastered a smile on my face as the crew members bid each of us a good night while the evidence of what had happened on that boat rested underneath my dress and on my thigh.
“You’ve planned a good activity, baby.” He chuckled as we walked to find our driver, who was supposed to be waiting for us. I looked back at the boat and sighed. He said that he wanted to give me a memory. And he delivered.
Quentin
The 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 wasturned 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.
