Not So Casual [Part 2]

by Kelly Harper

  He hasn’t seen anything yet…

  Bre gave it her all. Her hips rose and fell in quick succession as she started working his cock as hard as she could. Each time his length slid in and out of her was bliss. Like she was getting filled with the exact thing she needed. With the exact thing they both needed. It was remarkable, but she’d never felt so alive with a man inside of her as she did with Collin.

  It wasn’t long before they were both breathing hard, working themselves into a frenzy. Collin’s hands gripped her tiny waist and squeezed as he took control of her. With each bounce he pulled, forcing her down onto his cock. He might have been on the bottom, but he was definitely fucking her every bit as much as she was fucking him. Some other time she might have been offended that he wasn’t letting her lead the way, but it felt so damned good that she didn’t care.

  She could feel him coming to the very edge. His cock and balls tightened and she wanted to feel him finish inside of her. Collin tried to roll her off of him, but she shifted her weight and kept him pinned—that weekly krav maga class was finally paying off. He gave her a panicked look, and she could only imagine what was going through his mind.

  “Come inside of me,” Bre said.

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded.

  “I want to feel you.”

  She didn’t wait for him to give a response before she leaned back and pressed her hands into the table’s side rail. Her full body was on display for him, and she knew he was drinking all of her in. His thrusts came faster. Harder. He was so close.

  Bre twitched her hips from side to side, and then front to back, working him with everything she had. When she could tell he was on the very brink, she arched her back even higher while squeezing her insides with every ounce of strength she could muster.

  Her core put a death grip on Collin’s cock while she kept working him. There was no way he was going to stand up to that punishment.

  Collin let out a loud gasp as his body went rigid.

  “That’s it,” she cooed. “Come for me.”

  He unloaded inside of her, flooding her depths with steamy warmth. Her hips gyrated until his cock stopped twitching.

  That was the fourth time in under twenty-four hours that Collin had come for her. It was magical. How long was he going to be able to keep it up?

  Chapter Three

  Bre was careful not to leave a mess on the pool table when she climbed off of Collin. They both laughed nervously as the surveyed the scene they left behind. They were like excited teenagers that knew they had just done something they weren’t supposed to do as they put themselves back together and snuck out of the man cave before anyone found them.

  It didn’t take long for them to agree that it was time to get some food. She’d lost her appetite earlier, but Bre was absolutely famished at this point. Collin promised that he knew exactly where they needed to go. She was pleasantly surprised when they arrived at the back entrance to the kitchen. Her stomach immediately gurgled.

  Like everything else in this mansion, the kitchen was oversized and way too extravagant. The counters were white marble and there was a massive island in the middle of the room. Bre counted six ovens on one wall and her brain nearly imploded as she tried to figure out just how many people this place could entertain at one time. It was still incredible to her that a place this nice was owned by just one person.

  This obviously wasn’t the first time Collin had come raiding the kitchen. He already had a good rapport with the head chef, who greeted them warmly. The chef offered to make something special, but Collin waved him off and opted to raid the huge walk-in pantry for them.

  Bre watched in amazement as Collin deftly put together two incredible, gigantic sandwiches. He stacked them high with meats, cheeses, tomatoes, and lettuce. She had to admit that they looked basically perfect. A sandwich was exactly what she needed after the morning full of… activities.

  They sat at one end of the huge island and scarfed down their sandwiches in relative peace and quiet for a while. Bre had eaten half of it before she noticed the amused look on Collin’s face as he watched her eating.

  “Do I have mayo on my cheek or something?” she asked between huge bites.

  “I’m just surprised is all.”

  “You’ve never seen a girl eat before?”

  “It’s just that you’re so tiny. I never would have guessed that—”

  “That I eat like a four-hundred-pound gorilla?” she said, cutting him off.

  “…that you have such a healthy appetite.”

  Bre’s eyes narrowed, suspiciously.

  “That’s just your polite way of saying that I eat like a gorilla.”

  “I would never,” he said, sounding indignant. “That would be very inconsiderate… to the gorilla.”

  “Hey!”

  She slapped him on the arm but neither of them could hold back a round of laughter.

  “I’ve always had a… healthy appetite. In fact, when I started puberty, I—”

  Collin held up a hand, cutting her off. Bre frowned, uncertain why he was stopping her. He got a concerned look on his face while he tried to figure out how to respond.

  “We never finished discussing those rules from before…”

  Ah. So that’s what this was about.

  Bre gave him a hard look and took another bite of her sandwich before responding. She hoped it was clear that she still wasn’t convinced that there should be any… rules… between them.

  “Fine… They’re obviously important to you. What are these rules you keep wanting to talk about?”

  “Don’t be like that. They’re for your benefit just as much as mine.”

  “You keep saying that…”

  “You already know the first one: no talking about exes or past relationships.”

  She shrugged.

  “That won’t be a problem for me… I don’t really have any exes.”

  “You see, that’s the kind of information I don’t want to know.”

  Bre rolled her eyes and didn’t bother responding to the comment.

  “And the other rules?”

  Collin gave her a serious look but chose not to press the issue.

  “Rule number two: no childhood issues or traumas.”

  “Of course… If you don’t want to know about my lack of exes, then you also don’t want to know about my fucked up childhood. Check.”

  Collin was visibly getting more annoyed. Good. He deserved getting some shit for putting these stupid rules between them. Whatever happened to two people just having a good time?

  “Rule number three: no talking about future dreams or anything like that.”

  She gave him a flat look. Was there going to be an end to these rules any time soon? She leaned forward, looking at him intently.

  “Tell me… am I going to be allowed to even touch you or look at you by the time you’re done with all of the rules?”

  Collin gave her a nervous smile.

  “Well, usually that’s all of them, but I thought we might have one more for our specific situation.”

  Bre leaned back, rolling her eyes once again.

  “Of course. Might as well cover all our bases. Wouldn’t want to accidentally have too much fun or anything.”

  Collin ignored the comment. He obviously wasn’t in the mood to have any fun with her. Maybe this was just how he went about breaking up with girls. Bre had never been dumped before, but she imagined it couldn’t be any worse than this.

  “Since we’re just having fun for the weekend, I thought it would be important that we have a rule about not making any plans for the future.”

  She actually had to laugh at that, which obviously caught Collin off guard. He frowned.

  “Did I miss something?”

  She nodded.

  “That last one probably doesn’t need to be a rule. After the first three, it’s pretty obvious that you don’t want to make plans with me anytime soon.”

  “You’re going
to thank me when this is over…”

  Bre leaned forward again. She made sure he saw her nibble her bottom lip as she came in close.

  “Trust me, if there’s anything I’m going to thank you for it’s going to be for how good you eat my pussy.”

  That made his back stiffen. Hopefully that wasn’t the only part of him that got stiff. He visibly swallowed. She took that as a good sign.

  “I’m sure there will be plenty of that,” he managed.

  “There’d better be, since your rules are taking all the other fun out of it.”

  “They’re for our protection.”

  “That’s funny… you didn’t seem too concerned with protection earlier.”

  Bre wished she had a Snapchat of how quickly Collin’s face blanched.

  “You didn’t say anything before… I just assumed you were on the pill.”

  She tilted her head down so she could look up at him, incredulously.

  “Do you always just assume a lady is on the pill when she doesn’t make you wear a rubber? That’s a dangerous game to play.”

  “No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, quickly. “Christ, I’m not really good at this…”

  Finally, Bre couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. She nudged him on the arm.

  “Calm down, player. I’m just fucking with you.”

  His brow scrunched, obviously thrown off.

  “So you…”

  “I’ve got it covered.”

  Collin let out a sigh of relief.

  “You’ve got to stop doing that. You really had me going there.”

  Bre shook her head.

  “Never. I’m having way too much fun messing with you. And since you and your rules are intent on taking all of my fun away I’m going to keep what I can.”

  They finished their sandwiches in relative silence. Bre was pretty sure that Collin was still thrown off by how much she could eat. Most guys were when they first took her out. She wasn’t one of those girls that was afraid to eat in front of a guy. She assumed there were a lot of those girls out there because her dates were always surprised when she polished off her plate.

  “So where are we off to next?” Bre asked, after finishing the last of her sandwich.

  “I thought I’d give you a little tour of the house. Show you some of my favorite places.”

  She cocked an eyebrow and gave him a sideways look.

  “You sure that isn’t going to break any of the rules?”

  He leaned forward and whispered so that only she could hear.

  “Not if we have sex in each of the places…”

  An excited rush went through her before settling between her legs. He was finally saying something she could support.

  “So it’s kind of like a private sex tour?”

  “Something like that,” Collin said, the corner of his lip curling into a sexy smirk.

  Bre bit her lip, already excited about what the rest of the day might bring.

  “And where’s the first stop on this sexy little tour of yours?”

  Collin motioned with his head for her to follow.

  “Let me show you.”

  Chapter Four

  Collin thanked the chef for letting them hangout before they left to continue their tour—their sex tour… Bre had to admit, she liked the sound of that. Wasn’t that why she’d come out to the mansion in the first place? She wanted a weekend-long sexcapade in the Hamptons. And that’s exactly what she was getting.

  Bre followed Collin through the house, though she had no idea where he might be leading her. She was curious to find out what kinds of places in this gigantic mansion he might call his favorite. Honestly, she was just curious to know more about him in general.

  The sexcapade she appreciated, but if there was one thing she hadn’t expected it was that she might actually take an interest in the person she was having it with. She wasn’t going to deny the fact that Collin had caught her attention. Maybe it was just the fact that he gave incredible head, but she worried that something more than that was going on. There seemed to be a real chemistry between them.

  And she hated it.

  Maybe she only wanted to get to know him better because he had basically told her that she wasn’t allowed to. Bre hated being told what to do. She’d always been the most independent person she’d ever known, and she prided herself on that. Who was this Wall Street guy to come along and tell her that she wasn’t allowed to do what she wanted?

  Damn him and his rules.

  She was determined to have a good time despite them. The fact that he made her have mind-blowing, life-altering orgasms probably wasn’t going to hurt the situation. If she could somehow figure out how to take that tongue of his back home with her then this weekend would turn into a serious victory.

  Chapter Five

  They walked on for a while, passing through all of the nicer parts of the mansion before finding themselves in a short corridor that had a more subdued nature to it. The overhead windows that let in the natural light were gone, replaced by recessed fixtures.

  Bre thought they were somewhere near the front of the mansion, but honestly had completely lost her bearings. There was a turn in the hallway, ahead, with two glass doors on the opposite wall. Collin followed the turn to the left, but when Bre caught a glimpse of what lay beyond the glass doors she froze in place.

  Immediately beyond the doors was what looked like a little lobby. On the walls were multiple posters featuring great races and racers from decades ago. There was an old-timey feel to the lobby that Bre desperately wanted to explore.

  “What is it?” Collin asked, giving her a curious look.

  “What’s in there?” Bre asked, nodding at the doors.

  “That’s the garage,” Collin said, glancing through the glass doors. “Logan’s got a thing for classic cars.”

  “We need to go in there.” Bre said.

  It wasn’t a question. She was going in with or without him.

  “I didn’t realize you had a thing for cars…”

  Bre pushed through the glass doors and immediately had her breath taken away when she saw the far wall. It was a huge window that looked into a garage. Even from here, she could see a number of classic cars on display.

  It was heaven.

  She flashed Collin a quick smile before rushing forward. She pushed her way through another set of glass doors and was greeted by the familiar, delicious scent of tire rubber and motor oil. It instantly took her back to her childhood. Distantly, she knew Collin had followed her into the garage, but he was the absolute last thing on her mind right now.

  To say Logan was a classic car nut was obviously putting it lightly. He had some of the best muscle cars she’d ever seen! A ’68 Shelby, a ’69 Z28, a ’71 Hemi Cuda, and…

  Bre clutched her hands to her chest when she saw what was sitting in the far corner. She could have recognized its outline from a mile away… a 1969 Chevelle COPO. It was a gorgeous baby blue with a white pinstripe down both sides.

  She rushed over and began inspecting it. It was fully restored with what looked like the original COPO 427 engine. The brakes were upgraded to a modern anti-lock system, but that was pretty typical when restoring these old cars. At least that’s what Ray had always told her…

  The only time she allowed herself to actually touch the car was when she lightly traced one pinstripe from front to back. This machine was absolutely perfect.

  “I didn’t realize you were so into cars,” Collin said, finally breaking her peaceful reverie.

  “This is my dream car,” she admitted. She’d never realized it before that moment.

  He gave her a surprised look.

  “That’s quite a statement for a business girl from New York.”

  “From upstate,” she corrected.

  “Still, I thought you were just another marketing girl like your friend. What do you know about classic cars?”

  She flashed him a coy look.

  “Are you trying to trick
me into breaking the rules?”

  The intrigued smile disappeared from Collin’s face as he instantly looked bashful.

  “You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked.”

  Bre’s grin widened.

  “My father was a gear head. He spent his days doing oil changes and checking fluids and his nights in the garage restoring old cars. I was glued to his side the whole time, and the worst part of the night was when he told me it was bed time and we could finish what we were doing tomorrow.”

  Collin’s eyes sparkled as he listened to her. It sent a rush through her to have such a captive audience.

  “So you really do know what you’re talking about with these cars…”

  Her grin widened.

  “The last one we worked on together was a ’69 Chevelle. But it wasn’t a COPO, like this. There were only three hundred COPOs made—there was no way we could afford that.”

  “What happened to it?”

  She shook her head, not really wanting to go back to that time.

  “We never finished it…”

  There was a brief moment of awkward silence while Collin waited for her to elaborate. He quickly got the hint that she wasn’t going to do anything of the sort.

  “Your dad sounds like a special guy.”

  “He’s… something.”

  She knelt and distracted herself by inspecting the rotor and upgraded Brembo brakes one more time. She could feel a tear coming to her eye and she really didn’t want Collin to see it.

  Another long, awkward silence followed. Bre could only imagine what kind of story he was making up with what she said.

  “Did something happen between you two?”

  Bre rose and gave him a flat look.

  “Rule number seventy-six… No personal stuff.”

  “Rule number two, actually,” he said, wincing.

  Bre rolled her eyes, but let it slide. Collin gave her another nervous look before perking up again. He moved in close and wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “I’ve got an idea… It’s not everyday that an opportunity like this presents itself…”