She’d spent the whole week with wild fantasies playing out in her head. Why the hell were they talking instead of having some fun?
“Hey! Are you there?”
Collin dipped his head to lock eyes with her. Bre’s focus snapped back to the present.
“Sorry, were you saying something?” she asked, still trying to get her bearings.
“A lot of things… Where’s your head at?”
She bit her bottom lip, unable to control herself. She leaned in closer; his warmth washed over her; intoxicating.
“I was thinking about all of the places I would rather be with you right now.”
Collin’s eyes brightened when they registered understanding.
“It has been a long week,” he said.
She nodded, once.
“It has.”
“Maybe we should do something about getting your head in the right place, then.”
She bit her lip again.
“You read my mind…”
Chapter Thirteen
Collin took her hand and led her to a set of narrow stairs in the back of the bar. She hadn’t even noticed them before, but he moved confidently, like he knew the place. Bre wondered where they were going, but didn’t want to overthink it and ruin the heat of the moment. Her brain had gotten in the way enough for one day.
The wooden stairs creaked as they raced to the top. Clearing the last step, they were in another room that basically mirrored the bar below it with one significant exception: this one was empty. The bar, on the right wall in here, was smaller and allowed for comfortable couches and other lounging furniture instead of all the high-tops and stools found downstairs.
This room felt more like a lounge than a bar. And it was all theirs.
Collin led her to the bar, where he spun her around and pushed her back against it. His lips moved in, quickly, pressing kisses up and down her neck. Bre’s entire body was so excited it felt like she was going to burst at the seams. Her nipples turned to hard pebbles before Collin’s lips and tongue even got close to them. They knew what they were in store for, and they wanted it.
Bre quivered as he worked his way lower. Collin’s hands disappeared beneath her skirt and slid their way up the back of her thighs until they cupped her ass. His fingers traced the edge of the white thong she’d worn for him.
Collin pressed a kiss into her belly as he slipped the thong down her thighs. She lifted her feet, one at a time, and he removed it. He set it to the side, all of his attention focused on the tiny kisses that were still making their way lower and lower.
The way he focused when he got like this was so hot. It was like there was nothing that mattered other than giving all of his attention to her. Nothing was going to slow him down or distract him from the job at hand. She loved that about him.
Bre slumped against the bar with her sensitive parts totally exposed. Collin lifted her skirt. Everything tingled and felt alive. Their situation left precarious jitters in the pit of Bre’s stomach.
The fact that someone could come in and see them at any moment took the experience to a whole new level. A part of her wanted someone to see them—hoped someone would see them. It would be so hot to have Collin’s tongue buried deep inside of her while someone watched.
Maybe they’d even join…
No, she didn’t want that.
Bre ran her hair through Collin’s soft, blond hair. She didn’t want anyone to join them. She wanted this man all to herself, for as long as she could keep him. It wouldn’t last forever, but she was going to make the most of it for as long as she could.
Bre parted her legs just far enough to allow Collin’s tongue to explore her stimulated folds. It immediately found her clit. Pleasure exploded through her and her legs sagged even wider. His lips latched on to her and sucked her clit like it was the only thing they were meant to do. She gripped the edge of the bar, trying to steady herself against his onslaught.
His hands slid around to the back of her thighs. Collin grabbed her asscheeks and pulled her hard against his face. At the same time, he plunged his tongue inside of her.
Bre slammed a hand over her mouth, stifling the cry of pleasure that came. She couldn’t handle much more of this. An orgasm was already tightening in her depths. It wouldn’t be long before it would burst and unwound, vaulting her into another dimension of ecstasy and bliss.
Collin must have sensed she was already close. He redoubled his efforts. His strong hands pulled her so tight against him that she nearly lost her balance. She pressed her free hand against the bar, steadying herself. She didn’t dare move the other hand from her mouth, for fear she’d cry out so loudly that everyone on the first floor would hear her. She was so close. The last thing she needed was a hundred people running upstairs to find out what was going on.
Bre trembled as the orgasm gripped her. It tightened and tightened. She was past the point of no return and just needed the release. It was so intense. Her entire world tunneled around that one central need.
And then it happened…
Her body shook violently as the orgasm bloomed from deep inside of her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she had to use both hands to muffle the cries of pleasure vacating her chest.
How could he always bring her to the point of blacking out? It was like he had some magical power that he used to make the entire universe stand still. It was incredible; unlike any other lover she’d ever had.
Collin growled and lapped hungrily at the flood of juices coursing through her. Violent trembles rippled into her extremities before she finally regained control. There was no way she could play it cool when he made her come. He turned it into an out-of-body experience.
“You’re delicious,” he growled, finally pulling his tongue out of her.
“I want you to come inside of me,” she said.
Collin’s fierce eyes stared. He didn’t linger for long before rising to his feet. Bre instinctively spun around and bent over the bar. Her skirt was still pulled up, leaving her bare ass exposed.
The sound of Collin’s zipper sent a rush of excitement through her. She waggled her hips back and forth, and didn’t have to wait long to get what she wanted.
Collin took himself in his hand and stepped in close. The tip of his cock rubbed against her soaked entrance, and it was all she could do to not thrust her hips back so she could consume it whole.
He pushed forward. Bre sucked in a sharp breath as his cock violated her depths. Her body gave way to his enormity, allowing it to fill her completely.
This was what she’d been wanting all week. This was the feeling she’d been needing in her life for so long. It felt better than she ever imagined.
Collin grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth. Slowly, at first, but then faster. He must have been dealing with his own frustrations because it didn’t take long before he was fucking her as hard as he possibly could.
She could feel how worked up he was. She desperately wanted to relieve his tension. She desperately wanted him to unload everything inside of her.
He fucked her so hard that she had to brace herself against the bar. Each thrust lifted her into the air. She arched her back and all of her focus went into keeping silent. Her world was getting rocked and she didn’t know how she was going to keep it all in.
She looked back at him, over her shoulder. Collin was biting his lip, obviously trying to keep his concentration. That wasn’t going to do—she didn’t want him holding back.
“Give it to me,” she begged.
“Not yet,” he grunted.
“I want it.”
“I’m not done fucking you.”
God, that’s hot.
“Give me that cum!”
Something in her voice got his attention, forcing him to look up. Their eyes met and raw, sexual energy coursed between them. For one brief instant, fire ignited behind his baby blues; heat washed over Bre’s exposed body.
And then he came.
Collin’s
boiling passion flooded into her depths, filling every corner of the chasm inside of her. His hand pressed into her back, flattening her on the bar as the full length of his hard cock pulsed.
It felt like he came forever. He must have been holding back all week, saving every last drop of himself. And now he was making his deposit.
Who was this man that could do this to her? That could make her feel this way? And how long would it take him to figure out that she wasn’t who she said she was?
Chapter Fourteen
It took a while for either of them to catch their breaths after they finished. Collin’s weight pinned Bre against the bar but, surprisingly, it didn’t freak her out. She liked feeling him on top of her; inside of her; smothering her.
“We’d better get cleaned up before someone finds us,” Collin said.
“It wouldn’t be all that bad, would it?”
She glanced over her shoulder and flashed him a coy smile.
He returned the smile while slowly pushing away. His cock fell out, leaving a peculiar emptiness inside of her. The fact that she’d even noticed the sensation was troubling—she didn’t want to dwell on it for long.
They quickly gathered themselves while flashing nervous smiles at one another. Bre pulled her thong on while Collin tucked himself back into his slacks. She could feel his warmth inside of her. The sensation made her giddy.
Once they were both put together, they made a hasty retreat down the stairs. Bre huddled close to Collin, her face turned down and trying desperately to suppress a huge smile from spreading across her face as they made a bee line for the exit. Neither of them said a word until they had put Velvet Brooklyn a few blocks behind them.
Finally in a safe place, they looked at each other and together let out a loud laugh.
“Well, that was one fuck of a way to get introduced to a new bar,” Bre said, still grinning from ear to ear.
“It was definitely a first for me.”
“You mean you don’t take women there to fuck them every weekend?”
Collin smirked at her.
“That was a first, too,” he said. “But also the first time I’ve ever had sex in such a… public… place.”
“How’d you know about the upstairs room?”
“The same way I know about most things in New York,” he began. “Logan hosted a private party there last year. They told us they only use that room for special occasions.”
“The way you fucked me was definitely special.”
“What can I say? You bring it out of me…”
That felt nice.
“I’m just glad we lived up to their private party expectations…”
They both laughed in unison again. Bre hooked her arm through his and leaned into him as they walked. Being this close felt good. Better than good. Things were just easy with Collin; uncomplicated. She liked that about him. And she hated that it was going to make the end that much more painful.
The city was alive with the Friday night scene. People were hitting the clubs and bars, celebrating the end of another week. Collin suggested they grab appetizers at Westlight—another place in Brooklyn she’d been wanting to check out—and Bre wondered if she might be falling in love. The way to her heart was definitely through her stomach.
Westlight was packed, but Collin seemed to have a connection with management and they were promptly escorted to the rooftop terrace where a table was cleared for them. The view of the Village over the East River was incredible, with the Empire State Building lit and gorgeous in the distance. A gentle breeze brought just enough of a chill for Bre to feel comfortable sitting extra close to Collin.
“You know, this has been the longest week of my life,” Collin said, after they ordered drinks.
“Work?” Bre asked.
He tilted his head and shrugged.
“That’s part of it: we’re in the middle of closing a big deal and Logan’s been taking a lot of personal time.”
A knowing grin spread across Bre’s face.
“Sounds like Aimee’s been keeping him busy.”
“They’re definitely spending a lot of time together.”
Bre cocked an eyebrow. There was something off about his tone.
“Do you have a problem with them seeing each other?”
Collin shook his head.
“It’s not that. I’ve just… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“About me?” Bre said, dumbly.
“Is that so surprising?”
“Not at all… I’m pretty great, you should be thinking about me!”
He let out a laugh.
“I set myself up for that, didn’t I?”
She gave him an innocent look.
“I can’t really blame you. Stronger men have succumbed to my charms.”
“Is that so?” he said, giving her an incredulous look. “Well, I wouldn’t want to hold you back if you’ve got better options…”
She waved a hand, signaling that it wasn’t a big deal.
“I think I’ll keep that tongue of yours around for a little while longer. I’m not done having my fun with it just yet.”
“So you’re just using me for my mouth?”
“Not just your mouth… I happen to be a fan of your dick as well.”
He flashed her another grin.
“I suppose that’s reassuring.”
Collin leered at her for a long moment. She could tell there was something more on his mind, and she had a pretty good idea what it was. She wasn’t quite ready for the where is this going conversation; it usually never ended well for her.
“Let’s just enjoy the night for a while. We can figure out all the other stuff later.”
The look Collin gave her was intense. He held it for a few slow breaths before finally bobbing his head in agreement.
“You’re right,” he said. “Let’s not spoil the night. But I do want to talk about this later.”
“Later,” she agreed with an emphatic nod.
Collin was familiar with the menu and ordered an assortment of appetizers. Bre admired the little ways that he took charge. She was seeing a different side of the man she’d gotten to know at the mansion, and she was liking it. Was this the kind of thing she could come to expect now that they were dating? Was it something she could see herself living with?
After appetizers, they split dessert over another round of drinks. Between arriving early at Velvet Brooklyn and the drinks with dinner, Bre lost count of just how much alcohol she’d had. And it was quickly catching up with her.
Warm fuzziness settled in her head, letting her know she should probably switch to water soon. But there was a part of her that wanted to slam a few more drinks, just so she could be officially out of her mind for the night and not responsible for any craziness that might happen.
Collin paid the bill and they left. By the time they made it down to the street, Bre’s legs were much flimsier than she would have liked. Perhaps slamming a few more drinks wouldn’t have been the best idea. Collin wrapped his arm around her, and she got the sense that he was keeping her upright as much as he was keeping her warm.
“I think I’ve had enough for one night,” Bre said.
Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth.
“I’ll walk you home,” Collin said.
It was only then that Bre realized that they really weren’t all that far from her place. Had that been intentional?
“Let’s go back to your place.”
“We’re right here. It’s not far.”
She shook her head.
“I don’t want to go home yet. Take me to your place.”
Collin stopped and turned to face her. He studied her for a moment with an uncertain look on his face.
He’s so cute.
“I didn’t think you were ready for that.”
She gave him a flat look.
“It’s not like we haven’t slept next to each other, already.”
“I just thought you wanted to
take it slow…”
Bre wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his chest. She liked how warm he was. Didn’t he want this? Why put up a fight?
“It sounds nice, doesn’t it?” she said.
“Yeah. It does.”
Pointing out the obvious was the only convincing she had to do.
Chapter Fifteen
Collin pulled out his phone and ordered an Uber Select. Uber’s premium service didn’t make them wait long before an Escalade pulled to the curb next to them. The Indian driver held the door open for them and they crawled into the back.
Bre didn’t pay attention to where they were going. She was too drunk to keep up, anyway. She thought they were heading into Manhattan, but who could tell with all the cars and buildings turning to hazy blurs as they drove. There was only one thing that held her attention and didn’t seem to lose focus like everything else: Collin.
She snuggled into him, thankful that the cabin of the Escalade was so dark; and also thankful that the driver was minding his own business. She didn’t want any spectators for this. She wanted Collin all to herself.
Bre rubbed her body against him, softly at first, then harder when she didn’t get the response she was looking for. His next breath was noticeably deeper and there was an unmistakable shift in his slacks that let her know she had his full attention. The outline of his beautiful cock started to take shape.
“What are you up to?” he whispered, playing dumb.
She gave him an innocent look.
“Just passing the time.”
His cock gave another lurch and, in a matter of seconds, he was rock hard. Collin swiveled his hips in a small circle, rubbing his bulge against her hand. His breath deepened with every caress—it was hot as fuck.
She gripped the outline of his cock and worked it more vigorously. It took every last bit of her willpower to not pull the thing out and mount it right then and there. She didn’t know how much longer she could control herself—if the driver didn’t get them where they were going soon then she couldn’t be held responsible for what might happen.
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