Accident Prone 126 Quentin visits Brianna 2

But he is here, and no matter how hopeless it looks like, he can't give up easily.

He decided to try again: "Why don't you give me a chance?"

Brianna was frustrated with Quentin's persistence. Why doesn't he just give up?

But he is here, and she will do her best to explain… so that he does not come back.

"Because sleeping around is what you do, Quentin. You want me to change my life and wait for you until you return from your trip? You want me to sleep alone in my bed while you sleep with who knows how many models in Chicago or Los Angeles or wherever the work takes you? Is that what you mean when you say, 'make it work'?"

"I would not sleep around.", Quentin said flatly.

Brianna frowned. "I don't believe you. And even if I believe you now, what will happen a month from now when you don't answer my call on Wednesday evening? Or if you don't call me at the time we agreed upon? Do you think that my first thought will be how your meeting went longer than expected? Tell me, what kind of a life would that be for me? Do I need to hire a private investigator to keep tabs on you? That is not a relationship I want."

Quentin took a deep breath in frustration. "Why can't you trust me? Don't label me as a failure from the start."

Brianna smirked. "Tell me… what did you think when you saw Mike answer the door?"

"Mark.", Quentin corrected Bri.

At first, he thought that she is saying that guy's name wrongly on purpose, to irritate him, but now she did it again. Is she really so bad with names?

Brianna grimaced. "His name not important. Answer my question."

Quentin paused for few seconds before responding: "I thought he is your date."

Brianna stifled a laugh. "That is a nice way to put it."

Quentin's face lit up. He took Brianna's laugh as a sign of her relaxing and that means how he is making a progress. Now he can use that as a proof that he will not jump into conclusions when he sees another guy near her. "You see? I didn't think that you slept with him…"

"Liar.", Brianna interrupted him. "Don't lie. You thought that I slept with him, and… you are not wrong. He is a lousy fuck. Looks are a nine, kiss was an eight, but fuck… barely a five. If he is any better I would not send him away."

Quentin pinched the roof of his nose while doing his best not to visualize Mark putting his hands on his fiery Goddess. "Can you stop talking about him?"

"Oh, so it bothers you?", Brianna asked mockingly. "Why? You are not my boyfriend. There is nothing between us. But I would like that you try to imagine that we are dating, and you are actually faithful and spending the night by yourself in a hotel and I don't return your call on Saturday evening… what will you think? How would you feel? Would you believe that I am by myself? Or is there a Milo by my side? Why would you want to put yourself through that? It is obvious that we don't trust each other, and a relationship like that is doomed for a failure before it starts. Or are you looking for a relationship where it's OK to sleep with other people? If that is the case, I don't call that a relationship but it's more like a series of hookups. Quentin… go home."

Quentin wanted to correct Bri again. Why can't she remember that guy's name? It's not Milo or Mike or Max or Mack it's Mark! But then it hit him… she can remember HIS name.

Quentin confirmed that Brianna has feelings for him, but she is running away from it.

And the only thing she is talking about are hookups and grading scale and… Quentin realized that he approached Brianna from the wrong side. He tried romancing her to get to her heart, but if he listened, he would know that the way to her heart is through her body. Well, if he is confident in one thing, that is his ability to put a woman into a state of pure ecstasy.

"I don't want to go home.", he declared.

"What do you want?"

"You said that I am no better than a night of fun. And I believe that my kiss qualifies me for what comes after it." Quentin gave Brianna a knowing look.

Brianna blinked. "You want to sleep with me?"

Quentin smirked. "I want to do many things with you and sleep is not one of them."

Brianna tilted her head to the side and thought for few seconds before responding: "You cost me my Saturday night hookup, so… fine."

"You would send him away even if I didn't come."

Brianna smiled. "Maybe."

She likes Quentin's confidence. Quentin who crawls while apologizing is no fun.

…

In Brianna's bedroom…

Quentin glanced around and noticed that the bedroom is a stark contrast from the conservative living area they came from.

Dim light is coming from five mini-chandeliers on the ceiling, iluminating gently a massive circular bed with dark red satin sheets. Above bed is a window with blackout screens. On the left and right side of the bed there is one small nightstand with drawers. The wall on the left is made out of glass, and it shows that on the other side is a luxurious splike bathroom, and he can assume that the door to the right is leading toward the closet. Quentin approves. It does not have many things, but everything is high-end. Just how he likes it.

Quentin undid the knot on Brianna's pink robe and pushed it from her shoulders to fall on the floor, revealing her flawless white skin whose flow is interrupted only by a dark red lacy underwear.

Quentin took a step back and admired her body. Her plump breasts are barely contained in the cups of her bra, narrow waist, red thong is hugging her around her hips, long slender legs… She is perfect.

"Now what?", Brianna asked half-mockingly.

She is not sure if she wants more for Quentin to fail miserably or to blow her off her feet. But a part of her hopes that they will share a mind-blowing night and he will move on and not bother her again. She will not deny that after that steamy make-out in the planetarium, she was curious what can he do with that large weapon he is hiding in his underwear.

In one smooth move, Quentin carried Brianna to the bed. He put her to sit on the edge and kneeled between her legs.

His scorching gaze was fixed on her eyes and she felt her heart tremble when he spoke…

"You gave me a night, and I will show you that it's not enough. I will make you come over and over again, worshiping and destroying you while you scream in ecstasy. When I am done and I leave… your pieces will come back together, and you will realize that I am part of you, and you can't go back to how it used to be because no Mark or Milo or Mike will be enough ever again. No matter to how far you run and in whose embrace you end up, you will be unable to erase me." He chuckled at her outraged expression and whispered in her neck. "It's OK. Try not to think about it. In the morning you will understand."

Brianna's breath hitched. She must admit that his speech was enough to arouse her.

With one flick of his finger, her bra was undone, and he tugged it lower, releasing her plump breasts for him to feast his eyes on.

Thinking that it's not fair only for her to be exposed, her hands moved to unbutton his shirt and few moments later both of them were down to their underwear.

Brianna observed him silently, the shape of his lips, the lines of his jaw, the way his eyelashes curl up… memorizing them for some reason unknown to her. She is not aware at what point they started kissing, but she closed her eyes and the world around them faded. It was that good.

Her nails dug into his back as he teased her nipples with his tongue. He sucked and grazed them with his teeth just right for her to breathe in small gasps.

She jolted when he tugged on her thong, ripping it in the process. It showed her how much he wants her, and she enjoyed the way he appreciated the view while spreading her legs wider. He nuzzled with his nose between her wet folds before his tongue danced around her engorged peak and the rest of the night was a blur mixed with choppy images and the scent of his aftershave.

Brianna remembers fisting his hair as he sucked vigorously and his tongue moved in mighty strokes while he held her legs apart firmly, and the only thing she could do is plunge backward on the bed while struggling to breathe.

The next image is his hot palms moving up her abdomen, cupping her breasts and teasing her before pulling her back up into a seated position.

After few minutes (or few seconds) of mind-spinning kisses, he spread her legs wider and didn't break the kiss when she felt the pressure at the cradle of her thighs a second before he slowly made his way in… making her insides stretch to accommodate his length.

He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, allowing him to get deeper and he started moving slowly before increasing the pace.

She is not sure what he did to make her come so fast again, but she didn't hate it. Not even a little bit.

And then they moved higher on the bed.

She remembers his body arching above her... the feel of his muscles flexing under her palms... the view of him pumping inside her... the electrical storm brewing in the pit of her stomach, exploding in violent charges through her body every time he thrusted deeply inside her… from the front and then from the back, riding her wildly... and she screamed in ecstasy over and over again, just like he promised.

…

Brianna woke up the next morning and looked around. She was alone in the bed.

She took the bathrobe from the floor and put it on before making her way through the apartment and confirming that Quentin left.

Brianna has to admit that the previous night was amazing, actually it was her best night ever. But Quentin leaving is for the best. Her reasoning is solid. She can't justify building a relationship with a guy whose qualities are displayed only in the bedroom. She needs more. As much as Quentin is great looking and an amazing kisser and even better lover… that is good for a hookup, but for a relationship is not enough because she does not trust him that he will not sleep around and break her heart… and she does not trust herself either.

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