by Kelly Harper
Collin shook his head, disbelievingly.
“You don’t even know what you want, do you?”
“I’m not used to any of this.”
“You think I am?”
“You have more experience than I do.”
The laugh he let out surprised her.
“Only in some things,” he said. His tone made it obvious he knew she was far more sexually experienced than him.
“Well, they’re probably the important things,” she said, laughing along with him.
Collin leaned forward and took her hands in his with a confident look on his face.
“Look, neither one of us knows what’s going to happen in the future. Maybe we’ll be together for a long time and maybe we won’t. We can figure it out as we go. Together. I’ll help you, and you can help me.”
That turned her on even more than him talking about getting his hands on her.
“That sounds nice.”
He nodded, the smile on his face widening.
“It does. But you’ll have to trust me.”
“I’m not good at that.”
“I’ve noticed,” he grinned. “But that’s just one of the things we’ll have to work on. Together.”
A new rush of assuredness swirled through her. No man had ever been able to talk her off a ledge like Collin just did. Just an hour earlier she’d been certain they were done and now she felt incredibly stupid for the way she’d acted. She obviously needed to make it up to him, and she knew exactly how.
Bre leaned forward, lowering her voice.
“Does that mean we can have sex in the bathroom now?”
For a brief moment Collin looked like he was going to turn her down for a second time. Then a devious grin flashed across his face.
“You go first, I’ll follow you in…”
Bre was out of her seat and all but sprinting to the restroom before he even finished talking.
Chapter Four
The restroom was relatively tiny but honestly no smaller than the one in Bre’s apartment. It had the usual facilities: a toilet and sink with a mirror above it. A paper towel dispenser hung from the wall next to the sink.
Thankfully there weren’t any errant wads of toilet paper scattered around the room. The restroom was clean enough to not distract her about just how unclean it really was. But, just for extra peace of mind, Bre grabbed some paper towels and ran them around the sink and the toilet, quickly making sure that everything was at least dry.
It felt like forever before there was a knock at the door. Two sharp knocks, and then nothing. Bre cracked the door open and Collin pushed his way inside. In an instant they were wrapped in each other. Hands and lips and tongues and everything. The fact that she managed to lock the door behind them was nothing short of a miracle.
“God, I want you so bad,” Collin said.
“I’m all yours.”
And she really was. And it didn’t scare her as much as it had that morning. Maybe the whole communication thing really was important. Maybe she actually was the kind of person that could be in a relationship.
Collin kissed her neck before working his way lower. Bre leaned against the sink, her head tilting back. He was incredible. Waves of pleasure washed over her; consumed her. Most of her concentration went into not making any noise. The restroom was private, but the walls were thin. She doubted the people outside wanted to hear their sex orchestra over the indie rock that was currently playing.
He worked his way lower and lower until arriving at her jeans. He kissed the top button once before clamping his teeth around the fabric and yanking it loose. His tongue lifted the metal zipper tang and he used his lips to pull it down; all while his hands cupped the back of her ass.
“You’re good at that,” Bre said. “I’m guessing you’ve done it before.”
He grinned up at her.
“You might be more experienced than me, but I still know a thing or two…”
She bit her lip.
“I want to hear all about it.”
“Later. I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.”
“Fair enough. I’ll allow it… this once.”
The grin on his face broadened. He yanked her jeans and panties down at the same time, revealing her. Collin didn’t even bother taking them all the way off before darting his tongue between her sensitive folds. She was about to stop him when pleasure erupted through every part of her body. She grabbed onto his head with one hand while clamping the other around her mouth so she didn’t cry out. The simple task of remaining on her feet became the most challenging thing she’d undertaken in a long time.
“Wait,” she gasped between her fingers, as quietly as she could. He looked up at her while his tongue swirled around her clit. “I want you inside of me. I need you to fuck me.”
He let out a breath. The heat of it washed over her, sending another shiver through her core.
“As you wish.”
Collin stood. The bulge in his pants became obvious. Bre was just about to reach for it when he spun her around and pressed her forward, bending her over the sink. She braced herself against the wall and looked back to see him unclasp his pants and pull his cock out with only one hand.
“Don’t forget… there’s a lot of people outside,” Collin said. He rubbed the tip of his cock around her entrance, sending jolts of pleasure through her. “Be sure to keep quiet so they don’t start wondering what’s going on in here.”
“I don’t care if they catch us.”
Her eagerness was on the brink of overwhelming her. In that moment, the only thing she cared about was getting his cock as deep inside of her as possible. She’d put on a show for whomever wanted to watch; she didn’t care. She just needed that dick. Now.
“We wouldn’t want anything to stop us from finishing what we start…”
Why was he talking so much?
“Just give it to me.”
Collin licked the tips of his fingers and swirled them around her entrance, spreading the wetness that was already there. He pressed forward and again rubbed his cock between her folds. If he didn’t give it to her soon, she was going to lose her shit.
“Stop teasing me,” she whined.
“But it’s so much fun.”
“I’m gonna remember this…’
“You’d better.”
Another wave of wetness rushed through her as Collin sheathed his cock into her depths. Bre clamped her mouth shut, desperately trying to keep the cries of ecstasy from escaping her lips. Her body gave no resistance as he slid in and out of her. There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t want what was happening right then.
Collin’s strong hands held her tiny waist steady as he pumped her over and over. She felt every single inch of him slipping into her; through her. She pressed into wall, pushing herself against him. Her hips tilted up and down and from left to right, grinding his cock even as he worked her with it.
She tried to focus on fucking him as much as he was fucking her. She was on the brink of losing control of herself. If that happened she knew they would be discovered. Knowing there were so many people just on the other side of the restroom wall made everything so much hotter.
God, she loved this!
It didn’t take long before she was close to coming. It never took Collin long to get her off. How did he do this to her? Having him inside of her made her feel more complete than anything else ever had. She didn’t know how to describe the sensation. It was magical. How in the world did she think she could ever walk away from this?
Collin let out a frustrated growl. He was feeling it too. She knew it as certainly as she knew her own name.
“Don’t hold back,” she whined.
“I’m so sensitive.”
“Give it all to me.”
“No,” he growled. “I want you to come first.”
She tried to tell him she was close, but only a whimper came out as her body reached its tipping point. She slammed herself into him and worked h
im even harder. Collin growled again—louder. If he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted then she was going to take it for herself. She just wouldn’t stop until he filled her with his cum.
Bre worked him harder and harder, giving him everything she had. Collin’s fingers squeezed and dug into her. His teeth clenched as he leaned his full weight against her, no doubt trying to keep quiet. His body quivered and, God, she needed this.
He was close and she wanted it so bad. But she was closer.
Blinding ecstasy surged through her as an immense orgasm unfolded from her depths, forcing every single thought out of her mind. Her legs went rigid and her core tightened around Collin’s cock. She couldn’t keep grinding him the way she had been—she no longer had control of her motor functions. Thankfully, she’d already done enough.
A guttural breath escaped him. Another growl stuttered its way through his clenched teeth. Bre felt it rumble and vibrate through his entire body. It was the only warning she got before a flood of his hot magma erupted into her.
Collin arched his back, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go. Bre pressed both hands into the wall, stabilizing herself against the onslaught while reveling in the orgasm echoing through her.
She held herself there until well after his cock had twitched for the last time. She didn’t dare move or the fantasy of it all might be broken. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever experienced.
If this was what serious relationships were like she should have tried them a long time ago.
Chapter Five
For the second time in as many days, Bre and Collin quickly cleaned themselves up and made a hasty retreat after just having sex somewhere inappropriate. Bre kept her eyes down as they glided through the lobby as fast as possible. She desperately hoped no one would recognize her as they tried to make their escape. She willed herself to be invisible.
If they kept this kind of stuff up, they were going to get caught. It was just a matter of time, but Bre wasn’t sure she really cared. It was exciting as hell and she loved the fuck out of it.
As soon as they were out of the coffee shop and around the corner they burst into laughter.
“You’re quite a bit of fun,” Collin said, taking her hand in his as they walked down the street.
“So I’ve been told,” Bre teased.
“Do I want to know how you knew we could lock ourselves away in the restroom?”
“I have my ways,” she said, giving him a coy smile.
If her suggestion that she’d done the same with another man bothered him he didn’t let it show. Of course, she’d never done that with anyone else but she liked keeping him off balance.
“Interested in an early dinner? I know the perfect place.”
Bre scowled before responding.
“I’m on to you, Collin Hayes,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. She quickly glanced down at herself. “You just fucked me in the restroom of a coffee shop… There’s no way I’m going to the kind of place you like while looking like this.”
A nervous smile spread across his face as he glanced around to see if anyone had heard her.
“Don’t worry,” he said, returning to her. “This place is very casual. None of the local hipsters will even notice that freshly-fucked look on your face.”
Bre let out a laugh. She wasn’t sure which was funnier: how she might look having been freshly-fucked or Collin eating at a place filled with hipsters.
“Hipsters?” she said, giving him look. “I can’t imagine you eating at a place frequented by everyday commoners.”
“Hey now. I’ll have you know I’m one of those commoners you’re referring to.”
“Is that the line those Ivy schools tell you to use when you’re interacting with the peasants?”
Collin gave her a sideways glance but didn’t rise to the bait. She had to give him credit: he was learning.
“Does that mean you’re interested?”
“When it comes to food I’m always interested.”
Bre spent the next fifteen minutes giving him shit about his hoity-toity education while completely ignoring everyone around them. It was nice to lose herself and knew it was only possible because Collin made her feel so comfortable. Before long they were making their way down 3rd Street, next to Washington Park. The huge trees shaded the sidewalk and gave Bre a chance to hug herself just a little closer to him.
The Stone Park Cafe was everything Collin had led her to believe. Bre had actually been there a few times and had to admit he’d been right when he said they wouldn’t stand out from the crowd of hipsters enjoying the lazy Saturday afternoon. Some people were dressed nice while others looked like they had just rolled out of bed. Maybe a few of them were freshly-fucked just like her.
The restaurant wasn’t very big and the interior space was mostly dominated by a tiny bar. But the day was far too beautiful to spend inside a cramped little place, so they waited a few extra minutes for a table on the sidewalk patio where Bre could continue to enjoy the view of the park across the street.
They both ordered from the lunch menu even though it wouldn’t be long before the sun disappeared completely. Bre’s Cobb salad was simple while still impressive—it was one of the most colorful salads she’d had in a while. Collin ordered a grilled chicken sandwich and Bre teased him for trying too hard to fit in. He took the jabs without missing a beat.
Teasing him and giving him shit like that was feeling more and more easy. She’d never really been able to do any ball-busting with her girlfriends because they always got so butt-hurt. She was raised by a grease monkey, how did they expect her to show affection?
“Tell me about your father,” Collin said, basically out of nowhere.
“You like to get right into it don’t you?”
Collin shrugged and gave her an amused look.
“You said some things this morning… I didn’t want to push the issue but I’m curious.”
Hadn’t they done enough soul-searching for one day?
“Whatever happened to some good, old-fashioned small talk?”
He leaned forward, still holding her locked in his eyes.
“You’re a complicated person, it’s one of the things I find most attractive about you.”
She leaned forward, batting her eyes at him.
“You know, I’ve got a really nice ass, too.”
“I can’t deny that.” He nibbled his bottom lip just enough to send a wave of fantasies through her head. She let out a sigh and kept her eyes locked on his lips as she responded.
“If you keep that up you’re going to end up getting fucked in another public restroom.”
Collin wrapped his hands around hers while keeping the grin on his face. His tone was serious again.
“I don’t want to make small talk with you. I want to dive in deep.”
Bre blew out a frustrated sigh as the moment of sexual tension passed.
“There really isn’t much to tell…“
“I don’t believe you,” he countered. “You said your dad didn’t want anything to do with you… what was that all about?”
“I said it because he doesn’t,” she said, simply. “We talk like twice a year when I call him on holidays, and we see each other even less than that.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure what there is to tell.”
Collin’s lips pursed. All of his attention was focused completely on her, and it was starting to get a bit unsettling.
“How long has he been drinking?”
The question wasn’t harsh but it still made Bre tense. She’d spent most of her life making excuses and covering for Ray. That was a part of her she didn’t think she’d ever be able to let go.
“Since Kacie left… Maybe before that, but it didn’t get bad until she was gone.”
“Was that why she left? The drinking?”
He was starting to rub up against the stuff she didn’t really talk about; stuff she didn’t like to even think about.
“You ask a lot of
questions.”
“You said I don’t know anything about you. I want to change that.”
“Sharing isn’t exactly something I do.”
Collin chuckled and bobbed his head in agreement.
“I’ve noticed… Let’s take it slow then.”
Normally she wouldn’t even dare talk about these things with a guy she was only just getting to know, but Collin never made her feel like he was just feeding her lines. It was like he actually cared about her. Ugh.
“Slow is good,” she agreed. “Where should I start?”
“The beginning,” he said with a smile. “What happened when your mom left? It seems like that was a pretty big moment.”
Bre let out a nervous laugh.
“You sure you want to go that deep?” He didn’t respond, letting her know he was waiting for her to open up. She blew out another breath. “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” She readied herself. “I was twelve. And stupid.” She shook her head. “They must have been having problems for a while but I was so wrapped up in my own stuff that I didn’t even notice. Kacie always said I was a selfish kid. I should have seen what was going on right in front of me…”
“I’m sure they were good at hiding it from you.”
“That’s what I try to keep telling myself.”
“But?”
“But I can’t help thinking that things might be different if I’d… I don’t know… cared more. Been more present, or attentive, or whatever new age bullshit word is used for this kind of thing. Maybe if I hadn’t been so absorbed in myself it would have made things easier on them and they’d still be together.”
Collin gave her a pained look; it didn’t even compare to how she really felt about the whole situation. Her parents might still be together if it wasn’t for her!
“Have you spent this whole time beating yourself up over it?”
She shrugged again, trying to mask the tightening in her chest.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense…”
“Sometimes relationships just don’t work out. Maybe your parents just grew apart.”