“You look so pretty being fucked,” Shareese said.
Quentin’s fingers pressed lightly against my jaw and guided my face toward Shareese. Her doe-shaped eyes watched me intently as her hands cupped her breasts.
“Don’t ignore her, B. Sha is talking to you,” he said against my neck.
I hesitated for half a second, then I felt the wetness of his tongue against my skin.
“Acknowledge her.” He nudged my chin.
“Thank you,” I groaned.
“Nah, mean that shit,” he urged. I felt my body quaking against him. His tempo went to the speed of a slow, deliberate victory clap. Heat crept up my chest, and I struggled to keep my eyes open through the pressure, but I didn’t turn away from her. Quentin was pushing my boundaries in a way that only he could.
“I love that you’re watching,” I moaned. The grip on my neck tightened, and so did the one on my hip. I knew that Q was about to cum.
“Why?” He persisted. Urging me to admit out loud what I had already come to terms with internally.
At first, I didn’t answer, and then he went slower, harder, and deeper. Drilling the answer out of me.
“Eyes open, Breeze. You turned on by Sha watching you? Does she make your pussy wetter?” He gritted. Shareese’s eyes now held flames as she watched intently.
“Yes!” I cried, shook, and came with no announcement all over his dick. His grip got weaker, and he pulled out of me and released. The rapid rise and fall of our chests were indications that we were both worn out. Shareese watched us with lust in her eyes, tangled in each other. A small smile tugged at her lips.
“I’m going to start the shower,” she said lowly.
Q and I just lay there, coated in each other’s juices for the better part of five minutes before he peeled himself from the mattress, and then he picked me up and carried me into the shower. I leaned against the wall, needing all the support that I could get.
We showered and got into bed. I lay on Q’s chest, tucked snugly underneath his body, and it was lights out.
***
“Breeze…” I woke up to being lightly shaken. I groaned, agitated. I was sleeping like a princess, and I didn’t want to be disturbed.
Slowly, my eyes opened to meet the relaxed face of Shareese. She smiled at me.
“You’ve slept through most of the morning, get up and let’s go have breakfast on the patio,” she said, pulling the strings of her robe tighter as I struggled to sit up.
I scoffed and rubbed my hands through my hair. I threw one leg off the bed, and then another. I went into the bathroom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth before I walked outside to the patio. There was a beautiful breakfast spread on the table.
“Good morning,” I mumbled as I walked past Q.
He caught my wrist and pulled me into his lap. “You good?” He asked.
“I’m tired…”
He nodded and kissed me twice before letting me get up and walk around the table to one of the empty chairs. We had about five hours left before we had to leave, and I would be going back to my home life. I was ashamed to say that Q had me so occupied that I had barely had any time to think about what Tim was doing. Hell, I had barely checked my phone this entire time. I was completely detached from the outside world while I was here. But with the hours of the weekend winding down, the high of the experience was starting to wear off. Guilt was setting in. I don’t know how I was supposed to look at or be intimate with my husband, knowing that I had been wrecked for hours on end, and my throat had been painted so much Picasso could sign it.
“You need this?” Shareese asked me, holding the syrup toward me and breaking me out of my thoughts.
I nodded and took it from her hands and poured it onto my waffles. “Thank you.”Although I was in my head, everyone at the table was sitting there on my account. I didn’t want to ruin thebeautiful weekend that we had, so I did my best to mask my feelings and make small talk.
“How long do you think it’ll be before I can get my truck?” Shareese asked.
“Probably another eight weeks,” I informed her.
Q’s brows furrowed.
“You bought a truck from B?” He asked her.
