Hell, the only sex I’d had before had been with a boy during high school. We’d met during a night of sneaking out, gotten drunk and done the nasty.
It hadn’t been great. It hadn’t even been memorable.
What it had been was sex, and that had taken away that pesky little thing called ‘virginity.’
Since then, I’d become way more selective in how I did things. That meant no more drunken nights with boys that didn’t know what they were doing. No more sleeping with men in general without first getting to know them.
But did I know Croft all that well? I wasn’t sure I did.
But what I did know was that if I didn’t get his cock inside of me this second, I just might lose my shit.
“Get up here,” he guided me forward until my entrance kissed the tip of his cock.
His body tensed, as did mine, when I went to start lowering myself down.
Now, I wouldn’t say that I was an expert on things being put inside of me. I owned my fair share of dildos. I had quite a few decent-sized ones that would satisfy me. But I didn’t think there was a cock in the world that could compare to Croft’s.
He had a magnificent cock, and my vagina having only been introduced to the very tip, knew great things would come.
My head snapped up when his hands tightened on my hips, causing me to look at him in surprise.
“You okay?” he asked. “You’re sure?”
Was I sure?
“Croft,” I said, leaning forward. “I wouldn’t be about to ride your cock right now in a public freakin’ bathroom if I wasn’t sure. Let me move.”
His eyes lit with excitement as his hands loosened on my hips, then all of a sudden, they were gone completely, his hands moving to cup my ass as he squeezed.
I gasped, my eyes going wide, as I slowly started to sink down the length of his cock.
Biting my lip, I watched his eyes as I slowly took him in, one deliciously thick inch at a time.
At one point, he slowed my descent with his hands on my ass, then slowly urged me back up.
“Make sure to get my cock good and wet so I’ll slide in all the way,” he ordered.
My tiptoes pressed against the cool tile under my feet, and I mewled when he started to leave me just as I was getting used to his size.
“There’s a good girl,” he crooned. “Now get the rest of my dick wet with that sweet heat of yours.”
I lost his eyes when my head fell back, and my body once again lowered to take him in deep.
I didn’t stop this time until the parts of my ass he wasn’t cupping touched the tops of his thighs.
I licked my lips, loving the burning stretch of him filling me.
I was so wet that the next time that I slid up the length of his shaft, I plunged right down, causing us both to curse.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Motherfucker. I’m so glad I’m wearing a condom.”
I tilted my head back up so I could see his face.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’d be busting my nut inside of you right now if I wasn’t,” he growled, biting my nipple through my shirt and my bra, causing me to jolt with him inside of me. “I want to feel my cock bare inside of you more than I want to take my next breath, but I’m thanking the lord above that I happened to have a condom in my wallet from six months ago when I was going to take you out on a date.”
I paused with his cock barely lodged inside of my pussy.
“You thought I was going to give it up on the first date?” I teased as I slowly started to let myself down.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement.
“I was going to put it in there just in case.” He squeezed my ass, causing my ass cheeks to pull apart slightly, which then caused his cock to slip just a little bit farther inside. “Because there was no way in hell that I was going to say no if you wanted it. Me.”
I looped my arms around his shoulders and leaned forward so that I could press my mouth to his.
He took advantage of my closeness and pulled one hand from my ass to bury in my hair.
Holding me there as he took my mouth at the same time he took my pussy, I could do nothing but moan into his throat at the dual sensations.
My clit was all but bursting to be touched, and there was a pressure building inside of me that I hadn’t felt for a very, very long time.
Something that I’d never felt while with a man.
He pulled away, both of us breathless, and stared into my eyes.
“Move,” he whispered gruffly.
I moved, unable to help myself.
I rode his cock in slow, precise movements.
Croft was tall, which meant that the only thing that could touch the floor were the very tips of my toes.
I couldn’t slam myself down like I wanted, which also meant that he was having to do some of the work.
He grunted with each thrust down and subsequent tug up.
His eyes were on my face, and he was reading me like a book.
Each shift of his hips, he’d watch to see how that affected me. He’d feel the way my pussy squeezed his cock.
And when he tilted his hips back, it caused his cock to rub something in the front of my pussy, and things started to go downhill.
Or, uphill if we were being technical.
I was being catapulted toward something that I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
My clit was throbbing, my nipples were so tight that they actually hurt, and I had the urge to scream.
Only, in the back of my mind, I knew that I couldn’t. Again, I was in a public restroom.
I was having sex in a stall in the
