Accident Prone

148 New York nightlights from the 55th floor

~ New York, Hilton Hotel ~

9:16 PM

Brianna is standing in the hallway on the 55th floor.

This is the hotel where she met Mario for their date which started with a dinner. However, instead of going through with her date, Brianna followed some unknown force which brought her here, in front of the door of the most exclusive suite in the hotel.

She is trying to understand, why is she here? Is she following Quentin? Why would she do that? Is she really unable to resist the magnetic pull that man has over her? Even if that is the case, how does she know that this is his suite? After all, the room key does not have a room number on it. It can be any other room, but she knows that if it's Quentin, he would stay in the top floor suite, enjoying the luxury and the breathtaking view the 55th floor can provide.

Brianna waved the cardkey in front of the lock and her lips curved into a smile when the green light lit up followed by a familiar 'click' sound of the lock. Yup. She knows Quentin.

She walked in the dimly lit suite and looked around. Just as she guessed, everything is high-end. Even the view is magnificent.

Bri's legs moved toward the outer wall of the suite, which is covered in windows, revealing the beauty of New York nightlights and the Statue of Liberty in the background.

But Brianna was unable to focus on the magnificent view. Her thoughts were filled with Quentin. Where is he? Is it possible that he didn't return to his room? Her hands balled into fists at the thought that he might be with some other woman now, a model probably. Brianna wondered, is she jealous? She shook that thought away because that is not like her. If he is with another woman, she would be upset because he showed up and messed up her date just to play a game, and there is nothing more to it... That is what she told herself.

Quentin leaned on the doorframe of the bedroom and admired Brianna's silhouette. She is beautiful and the glory of the New York nightlights compliment her perfectly. That sleeveless black dress which ends at the half of her flawless thighs fits her like a glove, and her fiery hair lifted into a bun reveals her neck and delicate shoulders. His fiery Goddess. He could watch her all day and not get bored of it.

Brianna is not sure how long she stood in front of the window, blankly staring at the view below while her mind stirred with thoughts of Quentin and memories of the night they spent together. At some point, Brianna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the familiar perfume to fill her nostrils and she knew that Quentin is right behind her. Oh, God! She is aroused and he didn't touch her or say anything.

"You are here…", Quentin's hot breath caressed the back of her neck.

Brianna did her best to sound calm. "You left your cardkey on the table."

Quentin chuckled, happy that her voice betrayed how his proximity is affecting her just how much hers is affecting him. "How careless of me… Thank you for bringing it back."

Brianna swallowed hard. "You are welcome."

She thought of turning to face him but gave up on that. It would only let him see what a mess she is.

They stood in silence for some time. Not touching, but close enough to feel each other's heat.

Brianna wondered, is he looking at the view or at her? Is his mind drifting toward the night they shared last weekend? Is he also brimming from the need to experience it again? Or is that only her? This thought disturbed her: what if it IS only her? What if he does not think about that night? What if she is only so-so in his opinion?

Brianna was so nervous that the tips of her fingers tingled, and she felt how the uncomfortable feeling will go away only if she laces her fingers with Quentin's hair or if she grips his muscular back. It was impossible to explain how just by being aware of his presence her core was heating up and aching from the raw need for him to soothe it.

"I must be crazy for coming here.", she said under her breath.

His magnetic voice sounded close to her ear: "There is a good kind of crazy, Bri. The kind that makes your whole body shiver to the point of agony if you go against it. And then if you follow it, your soul will rejoice in tremors."

Quentin's lips landed at the crook of her neck and she tilted her head, giving him a better access.

"Quentin, what are you doing?", Brianna whispered when she felt that he is undoing the zipper at the back of her dress. It's not that she wanted him to stop, but she hoped for a confirmation that this is not a game, that he will not stop and that she will get to feel him again.

"Don't tell me that you came here to talk.", Quentin's husky voice answered.

"I don't know why I came here.", she whispered and closed her eyes at the feeling of her dress slipping down her body.

"Hmm…" His low hum made her insides tremble in anticipation. "If you don't know… allow me to show you…"

Quentin's lips traveled over Brianna's shoulders and she felt when her breasts sprang free from the confinement of her bra.

Her breath was already choppy when his palms moved from her thighs up on her sides, over her waist before going to her front.

She leaned her back on Quentin's chest and enjoyed the way how he held her breasts. With just the right amount of pressure, and the right amount of pinching and teasing and… she was on fire.

He slid her panties down her legs, and she kicked them on the side.

That left her standing nude, only in her stiletto heels, with fully dressed Quentin behind her.

Quentin's palms moved over her abdomen lower, pulling her closer to him and she could feel his iron-hard bulge pressing against her buttocks.

"Did you miss me?", Quentin asked while he nibbled on her ear.

Brianna didn't respond. Why did his hands stop almost there? Almost…

"Did you miss me?", he repeated the question and his palms moved higher.

"Yes…", she breathed.

A sly smile appeared on Quentin's face. He knows that her 'yes' is for missing his touch, but that is a start he will accept gladly.

Quentin's right hand moved lower, toward the cradle of her thighs and he growled in satisfaction when he felt how wet she is. For him.

Quentin turned her to face him and he enjoyed the sight of her flushed face and her slightly parted lips which are silently pleading for a kiss. But he will not kiss her just yet.

He smirked smugly, knowing that his spell on her took effect. No one will be able to satisfy her ever again. No one other than him. She is his. The only thing left is for his stubborn fiery Goddess to acknowledge that.

Through her daze, Brianna saw his smirk and her eyes flashed in defiance. Yes, she wants him more than she wanted any other man, but she will not go down without a fight.

Brianna leaned closer and her breath caressed Quentin's neck while her hands moved to unbutton his pants.

Quentin enjoyed the feeling of her lips moving down his body, sucking and biting occasionally while she removed his shirt and he jolted in surprise when she cupped his family jewels. She is not planning to hurt him, is she?

With a gentle tug, Brianna swapped places with Quentin, so that he is the one closer to the window. Brianna made him take a step back and he jolted when his back hit the glass.

Quentin's eyes widened when he saw Brianna squatting down.

"Ahh…", he let a silent sigh when she took him into her mouth.

His fiery Goddess is amazing! She applied exactly the right pressure, and the sucking and twirling and pumping and bobbing… Oh, God! How is it possible that a woman knows exactly what he needs in order to be dissolved into those ecstatic shivers?

He grabbed her hair and his hips moved, thrusting into her mouth and she took him in perfectly.

At the sudden surge in his groin, he wanted to pull back, but Brianna grabbed his firm buttocks, preventing him from doing so and he watched her through his haze as she licked and swallowed everything. Even his latest shudder. She is beyond amazing!

Quentin took exactly five deep breaths before pulling Brianna up on her feet. He turned them around and pushed her against the window.

Brianna's back slammed against the cold glass and before she could protest, Quentin was already down on his knees, spreading her legs and exploring with his tongue between her folds.

Her whole body twitched every time his tongue flicked her engorged peak. And he was doing it faster and with more force every next time. Quentin's hand joined in pleasuring Brianna with two of his fingers sliding inside her, following the rhythm of his tongue.

Brianna fisted his hair while struggling to catch her breath.

"Oh, God!", she exclaimed when she was almost there, with an orgasm only few breaths away and she was outraged when Quentin stood up. What is he thinking?

Oh, OK... she knew what he is thinking when he pushed her against the thick glass behind her and lifted her legs around him.

Her gasp was covered by his grunt when he jabbed himself inside her. They stood like that for a second before his hips moved in slightly circular direction and her head fell on his shoulder when she realized that her orgasm is right where he left it… few breaths away.

Her nails dug into Quentin's back as he increased the pace, pushing her expertly over the edge into the ocean of ecstatic screams.

She slumped breathlessly with her arms dangling limply from his shoulders.

Brianna was still catching her breath when he started moving again.

"Ah… Ah…", she cried without restraint every time he stabbed himself inside her, reaching deeply and hitting the right spot.

Brianna didn't come down from her previous orgasm, but the next one was building up on top of it rapidly, making her gasp and curse and call Quentin's name, reflecting the mess in her mind.

Her mind was a mess, but she knew that the man who is holding her can make her touch the heaven with tips of his fingers, and with the flick of his tongue, and with his length which is filling her up perfectly. And that is exactly what she needs, and she is not afraid of asking for it. Yes. That is why she came to this room.

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