Collin closed his eyes and let out a strained breath. Was he getting close already?
The thought of making him come in his pants was incredibly fucking hot. There was something sexy about the idea of them walking hand in hand into his building while the front of his slacks were wet with a gigantic cum stain. She liked knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.
Desire overruled her sensibility and Bre jerked him harder. His breath came faster and faster. What was it about him that brought out this side of her? Or was it something she was bringing out of him?
Collin’s muscles tensed. His cock strained against her hand and she could feel the outline of his swollen sack at the base of his dick. It was full of cum; all for her. She wanted to drain him of every last drop.
Collin grabbed her hand and held it in his. She tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let her. His eyes and jaw were clenched tightly as his nostrils flared with every heavy inhale and exhale. He must have been impossibly close to blowing his load. He was certainly aching—how could he stop her like that? Bre whimpered, hoping the driver didn’t hear.
“We’re almost there,” Collin growled, from deep within his chest.
“I want you to finish.”
“Not here.”
“But I want it.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
A shiver ran up her back. His blue eyes fixed her in an intense stare. She wasn’t going to get her way… this time.
Thankfully, they really weren’t far from his place. Within a minute the driver pulled to the curb outside of a luxury building. He didn’t say a word as he put the Escalade in park and quickly made his way around the car to hold the door open for them.
Bre bit her lip and eyed the huge bulge still straining inside Collin’s slacks once more before climbing out of the car—she wanted to make sure he knew just how bad she wanted it. Collin let out a low growl and slid out of the car behind her. He put his hand on her hip and held her close while thanking the driver. She bit her lip when she realized he was holding her close to hide the raging hard-on in his pants.
Bre leaned into him as he fumbled to retrieve some cash for a tip. She rubbed her ass against his erection and secretly imagined him blowing his load right there on the sidewalk. What would he do if she dropped to her knees and started sucking him off for all the world to see? Would he be able to stop her before she had his cock sliding down the back of her throat? Would he be able to pull her off before she was swallowing every drop he had to give her?
Collin tipped the driver a twenty and quickly ushered her inside. His building looked nice, but she didn’t pay it much attention. She was entirely too focused on the cock he was keeping away from her to care about trivial things like where they were.
He led her into an elevator—perfect! Now they could have some privacy and Collin could stop playing so hard-to-get. But those elicit thoughts faded to the background when she saw him slip a keycard into a thin slot labeled Penthouse. All at once she became much more aware of her elegant surroundings. She was a long way from her walkup apartment in Brooklyn.
“You live in the penthouse?” she said, dumbly.
“Does that surprise you?” he asked, giving her an innocent look. Collin knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing her just the way she always teased him.
“These things cost millions of dollars…”
“Fifty-two million, to be exact.”
Her mouth went dry. Her brain was still struggling to comprehend that number when the elevator dinged and the door slid open.
They stepped onto a private landing. The entrance to another elevator was opposite them while an extravagant oak door to their right marked the entrance to the penthouse suite.
Collin used his card in a digital reader next to the door and punched a code into a keypad. A loud noise sounded when the lock disengaged.
This was nothing like Bre’s place. She was half-convinced she could pick the lock on her door with nothing more than a flathead screwdriver. There was no way anyone would ever break in here. She knew it should make her feel safe, but the vast differences in their lifestyles only discomforted her.
Collin cracked the door open and gestured for her to enter first. She steeled herself against letting any emotion come through—she didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction of seeing her so obviously out of her element—but what she found inside wasn’t anything she could have readied herself for.
The entrance gallery was made of white marble with an enormous chandelier hanging in the center. Her attention was immediately drawn to the gigantic space that opened up to the right.
Collin hung back as she made her way into the living room, if that’s what it could be called. It was huge with multiple sitting areas separated by a grand piano, overlooking a wall of windows. It had the most spectacular view of New York City that Bre had ever seen.
She walked straight to the nearest window and looked out over the city. Her breath caught in her chest when she realized just how high they were. She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever been higher.
“Unbelievable,” she said, mostly to herself.
“You can pinch yourself to make sure it’s not a dream.”
Collin probably meant it as a joke, but that was exactly what she did.
Ow! Nope, it wasn’t a dream.
She turned to face him.
“I thought you were just Logan’s glorified assistant… exactly how much money do you make?”
“Does it intimidate you?”
Her back stiffened and she said, “Don’t be ridiculous.”
He gave her an unconcerned look.
“Then what does it matter?”
“It’s just… I’m not used to anything like this. The mansion in the Hamptons was one thing, but that was more like vacation. This is what you come home to everyday…”
Collin held the silence for a long moment before a smile spread across his face.
“Logan owns it,” he said. Then clarified, “The penthouse.”
“Logan owns it.”
“And I live here.”
“And you live here…”
“Staying in a luxury penthouse is just one of the many perks of working for a generous billionaire.”
She gave him a sideways look.
“You know, I’m really starting to think I picked the wrong guy to hook up with last weekend.”
The smile on Collin’s face spread.
“A week ago that comment probably would have bothered me.”
“And now?”
“It’s just a reminder of the many things I like about you.”
She cocked an eyebrow.
“The many things?”
He nodded, unashamed of the admission.
“Is that a problem?”
“I hope not.”
It was the best answer she could give, because it was the truth. She’d never had a guy tell her that there were many things he liked about her. It sounded nice but, even with the alcohol fogging her inhibitions, it also scared the hell out of her.
She didn’t want to think about it anymore. No good would come from that. She traipsed over to the grand piano and ran a finger along its shiny wooden finish.
“How much action does this get?” she asked.
“It gets played every once in a while, but I’m not very good.”
Bre shot him a coy smirk.
“That wasn’t exactly the kind of action I had in mind…” She sat on the bench and let her legs fall open more than would have been appropriate in public. “I’ll let you play me on it, if you’re up to it.”
The embarrassed look on Collin’s face was replaced by sudden heat.
“Now, you’re an instrument I’d never let go out of tune.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, biting her lip. “Get over here and make me sing…”
Chapter Sixteen
Collin didn’t need any further encouragement. He moved in for
the kill without hesitation. An excited rush pulsed through Bre as his powerful presence swept over her.
She fell back on the bench with a squeal of delight. He followed her, his weight pressing onto her as his lips found hers. His hands ran through the back of her short hair, then his hand balled into a fist, clutching her hair and bending her head back, exposing her long, slender neck.
His mouth attacked her, furiously. He sucked her flesh so hard it would probably leave a mark, but she didn’t care. Collin could do absolutely anything he wanted to her—who was she to deny him? She couldn’t hide the fact that she wanted everything he had to give.
Bre’s legs spread even wider as he worked his way between them. She was already wet; her body knew what was about to happen, and it wanted him more than it had ever wanted any other man. Here and now; on this grand piano; in this penthouse suite in the sky, overlooking New York City. What girl in her right mind wouldn’t want this?
Collin clawed at her clothes, working his way down her body. His hands slid across her breasts, tugging her shirt along the way. He pulled at her skirt, even though her legs were so wide it wasn’t in the way anymore. He didn’t actually take her clothes off; he just teased her. It got her so hot she thought she might come before he ever even reached his prize. Finally, he buried his face between her legs; the ecstasy was so immense it launched her into a different dimension.
His tongue grazed across the top of her thong, tugging the soft fabric into her sensitive clit. She whimpered, loudly. All the teasing and the friction was getting to her. She was so fucking wet. She needed to have him inside of her.
Right fucking now.
“Stop teasing me!” she begged.
Collin completely ignored her. Instead of doing what she wanted, he swirled his lips around her thong even more; spreading her wetness; making her cry out in exultation. She couldn’t take this kind of abuse much longer. It already felt like she was about to unleash a flood all over the piano bench, and it would be all his fault.
Mercifully, Collin’s assault finally relented…
He hooked his fingers into her panties and smoothly ripped them off; his focus never left her exposed pussy as he threw them behind him. Everything he did revolved around her. He was completely and solely focused on pushing her body further than it had ever gone before.
Collin’s tongue plunged into her, sending waves of pleasure through every part of her. Bre squirmed, unable to stay still. Her legs couldn’t go any wider and she groped wildly at herself while gripping the back of Collin’s head in a feeble attempt to pull his face even farther into her.
She was so close to coming, already. A little more friction. That’s all she needed. A little bit, in just the right place, and she’d reach nirvana.
Her hand disappeared beneath her top, finding her erect nipple. She pinched and twisted it; hard. The sharp pain pierced through all the other sensations.
She was so close. Just a bit more.
Her back arched, thrusting her hips forward. She pulled Collin’s face even deeper. She pinched even harder. As hard as she could handle. And then even harder, still.
Something discharged within her. Rapture consumed her. Wave after wave of it. She let out a scream so primal that they could probably hear it on the city street a mile below Collin’s palace in the sky.
The world blurred for a time while she recovered herself. Collin didn’t move; his strong hands held her while he watched the fruits of his labor tremble through her body.
“God, I fucking love making you come,” Collin growled, once she’d subsided enough.
She gave him a fierce look.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Bre rolled off the bench, ready to have her fun with him, but he had something else in mind. He was on her as soon as she popped up.
“Who said I was done having my way with you?” he said. His voice was deep and throaty, sending a renewed surge of excitement through her.
Before she realized what he was doing, Collin reached around her and grabbed her by her exposed asscheeks. She squealed in delight as she was lifted into the air. He set her on the edge of the grand piano. The wood felt cold against the heat running through her. She eyed him, hungrily, as he dug his cock out of his slacks.
Just when things with Collin couldn’t get any hotter, he started handling her like this. Her body ached painfully for him by the time he slid his dick into her.
Bre sucked in a hard breath.
The sudden intrusion was enough to bring her to the edge of yet another orgasm. Collin’s cock was like a magical wand that he used to cast a spell on her. It sounded ridiculous, but it was the only possible explanation for the affect he had.
“Give it to me,” she begged.
Collin’s strong hands wrapped around her tiny waste and held her in place while he fucked her for all he was worth.
“God, yes!” she screamed.
His face strained as he pumped her over and over. He fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked her before. Each thrust was the entire length of his cock. Only the very tip remained when he retracted… but when he plunged his way into her again he buried it so deep she could feel his balls slap against her ass.
“Harder!” she pleaded.
The strain on his face antagonized her. She was getting so close to coming for a second time, but it was supposed to be his turn. She wanted him to unload himself into her; onto her; wherever he desired. She’d let him do anything he wanted.
“God, please!”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a bright light burst all around her. Her back arched so high it should have broken in two. Her legs shook violently, and would have snapped shut around Collin’s cock if he hadn’t pinned them open with his forearms.
Her pussy constricted and quivered around his cock, squeezing it until she didn’t know how he could continue the punishment. But he didn’t slow down. Collin was in complete control while she could barely tell up from down.
“Come for me,” she said, when she could finally speak again.
Collin grunted and kept fucking her. He wasn’t getting off that easily—no pun intended…
“I want your cum!”
His face tightened even more.
She knew him well enough at this point—he was getting close. She could feel his orgasm building in the tip of his cock. She wanted it. She wanted to feel his warmth exploding inside of her again, flooding her, filling her, completing her.
He was so close.
Collin growled, loudly. No… he roared.
At what must have been the last possible second, he pushed away from her. The sudden absence of his heavenly cock left the same emptiness she’d felt at the bar. But he didn’t give her time to dwell on it.
Collin took her hand and guided her off the piano. Bre instinctively dropped to her knees in front of him. Everything after that happened so fast.
They were in front of the huge window that overlooked the gorgeous New York City skyline. Collin grabbed his cock with one hand and stroked the entire length of his shaft while he grabbed the back of her head with the other.
His fingers threaded through her short hair. He tilted her head back. She stared up at him, her eyes wide and hopeful as she presented herself.
He looked so fucking hot, standing over her like that. His face was covered in sweat and the muscles in his forearm were tight and corded as he stroked his cock, summoning the reward she so desperately needed.
A growl rolled from somewhere deep inside of him. His hand worked faster and faster. His head tilted back. Collin roared to the heavens.
And then he came.
A geyser of cum erupted from the tip of his cock. Thick ropes of his semen slammed into Bre. Each gush sizzled as it covered every part of her face, her hair, her blouse, and even the floor around her.
Bre didn’t know how long it lasted, but she loved every second of it. She wished that moment could last forever. She’d give anything for that. When it was over she
caught her reflection in the window out of the corner of her eye…
Her entire face was glazed in white. It dripped off her chin, into her lap.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
Chapter Seventeen
There was quite a mess to cleanup after they were finished, and Bre’s face wasn’t the only thing that got drenched with Collin’s steamy cum. She’d never exactly gotten around to taking her blouse off before all the fun started, and there was quite a significant amount of collateral damage. Collin traded a towel for her blouse and threw it in the wash before they both climbed into the shower together to get cleaned up.
The master bathroom was just as breathtaking as the rest of the suite. A standalone tub sat separate from an enormous shower for bathing. The shower was big enough to fit at least five with more than enough shower heads for everyone involved. If she ever wanted to be at the center of a circle-jerk, this was the place to do it.
Bre stifled a groan.
Something had to be wrong with her. She had to be the only woman who had thoughts like that. She didn’t actually want to be the target of a circle-jerk, thoughts like that just crossed her mind every now and then.
Of course, with how things were going with Collin, Bre didn’t think she’d ever be sexually frustrated again. Unless he went out of town or something. But even then, the wait would just make the sex that much hotter.
She’d never had another lover like him. He never failed to rock her world. It was the most exhilarating thing she’d ever experienced. But there was still a large part that scared the hell out of her. What was she going to do when he was finally gone? And why couldn’t she shake the feeling that whatever was happening between them would be over way too soon?
She really needed to stop stressing about it. She needed to enjoy it for what it was—take advantage of every possible moment and there wouldn’t be any regrets.
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