He was wearing bright red underwear today, so there was no other choice but to look due to the differences between the black pants over top of them.
“Stop looking at my dick,” he ordered.
I started to think about that kiss that we’d shared earlier, the one that’d been so hot that I’d been wet since we’d left his house.
“Stop,” he growled.
My eyes flashed to his, and I wasn’t even embarrassed that I’d been caught.
“I can’t help it,” I admitted. “It’s hard.”
It being his penis.
“You know how when your adrenaline gets pumping and when you’re done, you want to fuck or fight?” he wondered.
“No,” I whispered.
That was a lie. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Well, I want to fuck you. I’ve been hard since this morning. I’ve been denying myself for over two years now. Watching you prance around in those tight booty shorts that barely cover your lower cheeks. But having you here? In my place? It’s making me hot as fuck, and I want to fuck you against this wall,” he growled.
I wanted him to fuck me against the wall.
“We can’t,” I bit my lip. “We’re in a public bathroom.”
I would, really I would, but we both had reputations to uphold, and sadly, the very last place we needed to do that was in his place of business.
“I took you to a bathroom that nobody uses,” he countered. “Is that the only thing that’s bothering you?”
“You’re killing me.” I licked my lips, shifting from foot to foot to relieve the ache.
“I don’t want to kill you.” He started to stalk forward then, and I knew that I’d been beat.
There was going to be no denying what I wanted.
And my reputation and his were about to be put to the side.
Because this was happening.
When he got close enough to pin me to the wall I hadn’t realized I’d backed into, he continued forward until he could press the entire length of his body against mine.
And when I say entire length, I felt the entire length of him pressing against me. As in his hot, very hard, very long and thick cock.
“You’re touching me,” I blurted.
He laughed, placed his good forearm on the left side of my face, and then touched me some more.
With his lips.
On my cheeks. My eyes. The corner of my lips.
Then, finally, my mouth.
I gasped at the feel of them against mine. And when my mouth parted, he plunged his tongue inside, teasing me.
I closed my lips around his tongue, sucking it lightly, and felt his cock jerk against my soft belly.
He pulled away, his mouth glistening, and panted lightly against me.
“Do you think,” he said as he dropped his forehead to rest against mine, his hips twisting in response. “If I go in there and sit on that toilet, that you’d ride me?”
I think that I’d do just about anything if he asked me to.
“Ummm.” I paused. “I really should say no…”
Really, I was already trying to pull away.
But he sensed my weakness.
He knew that, too, because he hooked his hands around my hips and started to drag me to a stall.
Just when I would’ve protested, just when I would’ve said no, he got me inside and closed the door.
Then he started to unbutton my jeans, and I started to hyperventilate.
Croft Crusie was unbuttoning my jeans.
Croft. Crusie.
Oh my God.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
Things started to misfire then.
Synapses in my brain that would normally tell me ‘this is a really bad idea’ turned into ‘let’s do this now. Now, now, now.’
I all but attacked him then, kicking my sandals off and stepping onto the bare tile floor of a courthouse bathroom.
Normally I would be totally disgusted by my bare feet touching anything the general public used.
But right then? I could think of nothing but getting my sandals off so I could kick off my jeans.
I proceeded to launch myself at him, completely forgetting everything that there was to forget in my haste to get on his lap. He didn’t protest my movement and definitely loved the fact that I was so exuberant if his laughter was anything to go by.
“You’re killing me,” he growled as he reached between us and pulled his hard cock out from his pants.
I glanced down at his cock and saw stars.
“Oh, my,” I said as I reached down for him. “Oh, boy.”
I lifted up, my body seeking his.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he panted, his hands going to the inside of my thighs when I would’ve just hopped onto his hard cock and sheathed myself over the top of him.
And God, what a fucking cock he had.
It wasn’t very long. I mean, a bit above average if I had to make my guess.
But his girth.
My God. It was so damn thick that I couldn’t even close my hand around it all the way.
“Condom,” he grunted.
I closed my eyes, grateful that at least one of us had some sense.
“I don’t have anything,” I told him lamely.
His eyes all but twinkled when he said, “I do. In my wallet.”
I reached down to feel for his wallet in his pants, which were around mid-thigh.
I found the wallet and all but ripped it open in my haste to get to the condom.
He took the wallet from my hands, his money falling to the ground, and tossed the leather billfold onto the top of my jeans.
Seconds later, I was all but yanking the condom out of his hands and ripping it out of the foil with my teeth.
When I would’ve reached down and rolled the damn thing on—I’d practiced on bananas until I could do this with my eyes closed—I hesitated.
Because, no joke, the man really was thick.
Like, would this condom even fit him, thick.
“Shit,” he hissed when my hands hesitated over the top of him.
He reached down and helped me get it on, his fingers guiding mine until the condom came to a stop right at the base of his shaft.
I’d never had sex before with a
