Quit Bein' Ugly

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  “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 man that had his kind of girth.

  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 courthouse.

  People could come in at any second.

  Yet, that didn’t stop me from doing it.

  That only made me all the hotter.

  The thought that someone would come in, that someone might walk in and know what we were doing, was just the push I needed.

  Eyes on Croft’s, I felt it take me over.

  Pulsing waves started to ripple over my pussy as my orgasm burst over me. I clenched down hard on him, causing him to grunt in surprise, and then I didn’t remember anything more because my brain just… shut down.

  The only thing left was feeling.

  The way my pussy stretched so deliciously wide around him. The way I was so wet and slick. The way he was rubbing that perfect spot inside of me. All of it added up until I was one lost, feeling really fucking great, girl.

  Peripherally, I heard him grunt in surprise, whether it be at my orgasm taking over, or his taking him over, I didn’t know.

  But when I finally came down off that perfect high, it was to find him staring at me in awe.

  “What the fuck was that?” he breathed, voice ruggedly wicked.

  “I don’t know,” I panted.

  I really didn’t.

  What I just experienced? That was the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life.

  It was only after, when our breathing was labored, and I was realizing what kind of mistake we might have just made, that I thought about his shoulder.

  “Oh my God,” I said, pulling my hand away. “Are you okay?”

  I’d been resting so much of my weight on his shoulder that there was no way that it didn’t hurt.

  “I’m fine,” he answered easily. “I didn’t even feel it until just now.”

  My stomach rolled. “Let me take a look.”

  He allowed this, pulling away and allowing me to tug his shirt loose before slowly easing it down the length of his affected arm.

  I peeled back the gauze and tape, seeing instantly that the arm looked fine.

  Well, as fine as my limited medical knowledge allowed.

  “Are you sure I didn’t hurt it?” I asked.

  “It hurts, don’t get me wrong,” he said just as the bathroom door opened. “But…”

  I instantly lifted up my feet, feeling his still hard length surge back deep inside of me. I curled my legs around the small of his back, and he grunted as his eyes went wide. Not because of any pain, but because of the deepness in which he’d just been seated inside of me.

  I almost let out a small moan to go with it, but managed to bury my face into his good shoulder.

  My pants were on the ground, and so were my shoes. But luckily you couldn’t see them thanks to the pants laying on top of them.

  Croft’s hands tightened on my hips, and I knew that he liked the deep position I now found myself in.

  I felt his cock flex inside of me, and it took everything I had not to let out a delicious moan at the feel.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered into my ear.

  Then he slowly started to rock me, back and forth, on his cock. He’d just come, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by the hardness of his cock, and the way he filled me full to bursting.

  I licked his neck, loving the way he was rocking, making sure that my clit grazed his pubic hair on each thrust of his hips.

  The bathroom stall next to us opened and closed, then opened again.

  A man blew his nose, tossed some trash into the trash can, and then paused.

  “Croft?”

  I stiffened.

  “Judge Stanley?” Croft asked, his voice sounding rough.

  “You okay in there?” Judge Stanley asked.

  I pulled back so I could see into Croft’s eyes.

  They were alight with mischief.

  “Fine, fine,” Croft said. “Just taking care of patching myself up. Making sure I’m not getting an infection in the wound.”

  Lies.

  “Good,” Judge Stanley said. “Couldn’t fuckin’ believe that you’d been shot when I heard. The fuckin’ nerve of some people in this world. You need any help?”

  Croft pulled my hair back, exposing my throat to his lips. “Nope. I’ve got it handled.”

  “Good,” Judge Stanley said. “I don’t do so well when I have to see blood. Shout if you need anything. My office is two doors down.” The judge paused. “Did you take off your pants to do this?”

  Croft laughed. “No. That’s just what was in my bag just in case I needed to change. I’ve been bleeding a bit today.”

  More lies.

  Croft lifted up with one of his hands, being very cautious now not to jar his bad side and urged me to move.

  I used the muscles in my legs to lift me by squeezing his middle, causing the breath to leave him as I moved.

  “Is it painful?” Judge Stanley asked. “I was shot in Vietnam, but fuck if I remember much about the pain. We were pinned down and…”

  The judge continued to talk, but I was so focused on what was going on inside of me that I didn’t notice him talking.

  I was moving myself up and down the length of his cock with the strength in my legs alone, and I was working up a fine sheen of sweat as I did it.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Judge Stanley asked. “You don’t sound so good. Your breathing is labored.”

  Croft burst into laughter, his mouth coming down on mine for a quick kiss before saying, “I
t fuckin’ hurts, Judge. I got this, though. My girl’s gonna take care of me. She should be here any second.”

  “That’s good. Like I said, let me know if you need anything,” he urged.

  I heard the bathroom door close, and then Croft was standing.

  I gasped at the abrupt change in positions and nearly moaned when I felt him sink even deeper inside of me.

  My eyes went positively wide when he turned so that I was against the wall next to the toilet.

  I placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other down by his hip to help hold me up, and then he was really fucking me.

  Hard, fast thrusts inside of me that let me know that even though I’d been doing a damn fine job at working myself up to another orgasm, Croft was way better at it.

  With each measured thrust he was hitting that special spot inside of me that made me weak in the knees.

  If I’d been standing on my own two feet, I’d be collapsing at his.

  My face went into his neck as he started to thrust slower, working me higher and higher.

  The door opened again and Judge Stanley said, “Hey, kid. I don’t see any sign of your girl. But I have someone checking on her. She was that sweet little dark-haired beauty, right?”

  Croft bit down so hard on my neck that it shocked me.

  I came.

  Hard.

  Eyes squeezing tightly shut, I exploded all around him. My nerve endings started to sing as my ears started to ring.

  Croft cursed and followed right along with me.

  “No problem,” Croft said. “I’m almost fixed right up. Getting dressed now.”

  “I’m holding the room for another thirty minutes,” Judge Stanley said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

  The door closed again, and Croft pulled back so that he could look into my eyes.

  “You’re so going to make me go to hell,” I whispered.

  His lips twitched. “At least I’ll be on the boat right alongside you.”

  CHAPTER 12

  I love to wrap both hands around it and swallow.

  -Coffee Cup

  CROFT

  My ass was dragging after the trial.

  I’d won.

  That hadn’t been my worry for today.

  What had been on my mind was whether or not the person that’d done the shooting would be found.