It was kind of funny. Before today, I never would have thought of myself as the "fucking in a bathroom stall" kind of girl. However, as Mason's hard member teased my lower lips, all I wanted was to be that girl.

A small whimper escaped my lips as I pushed back against him, practically begging for more. Luckily, it seemed like he was at his limit too. And that little push of mine was all he needed to finally snap.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed my hips and pressed his way inside of me. A shower of sparks flew through my body in an instant, building and growing the deeper he went. I barely even recognized my voice as my satisfied moan reverberated around us in the empty bathroom.

His hand quickly clamped over my mouth, his warm breath tickling my ear as he shushed me gently. "Hey, careful. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but I'm pretty sure you don't want everybody else to know that too."

Of course, he was right. As abandoned as it was right now, I shouldn't forget that this was still, technically, a very public area that someone could walk into at any moment. Logic would call for a teeny bit of discretion in that case.

But when has fucking in a public bathroom ever been "logical," exactly? No, I'm afraid his very sensible and level-headed suggestion was wasted on me. To say it went in one ear and out the other would be an understatement. I don't even think the poor thing made it through. Instead, I ignored it entirely as I reached up and slid his hand down to my throat, pressing back against him.

Like a shot of vodka on an empty stomach, his low moan went straight to my head and left me feeling dizzy. And as his hand tightened ever so slightly around my throat, it sent goosebumps racing across my skin in the best way possible.

The more time I spent with Mason, the more I couldn't help but question everything I thought I knew about sex. I mean, I knew I was kinkier than Phil, but so was an untoasted piece of white bread so that wasn't really saying much. Phil aside though, I always thought that my tastes were pretty average. Doggy style, some light spanking, maybe playing with some toys if I was feeling naughty. But nothing too wild.

I never would have imagined that something as small as a hand on my throat could turn me on in such a big way. Then again, I guess I never would have imagined being turned on by half the things I'd done since I first met Mason.

Strip shows in my window, taking videos of myself getting off in public, fucking my neighbor in his shower? It was like I discovered something new about myself every time I met him. And the more I discovered, the more I wanted to discover. The more I wanted him.

Though, that desire was a double-edged sword. My body had never felt so good. Every nerve and fiber of my being seemed to melt under his touch. Fantastic for being plowed on a bed, but a little inconvenient for standing upright in a bathroom stall.

It was like my body was being held up by pure lust alone. My legs were practically jelly as I started grinding against him.

A low growl rumbled in his throat. His free hand reached under my shirt and slipped into my bra, teasing my breast.

"Fuck, you feel good," he murmured huskily.

As he started thrusting into me, any last traces of sense or coherence that I had vanished in an instant. Only the cool metal of the bathroom stall against my skin remained to even remind me that something else aside from him existed in this world. Again, an echo much like my voice surrounded us as the pleasure grew and grew inside of me.

An exasperated sigh came from behind me as his hand reached up to clamp around my mouth again. He tutted me gently, but his voice sounded more amused than anything as he spoke.

"Maggie, didn't we just talk about this?" He asked playfully. "If you can't control yourself now, what are you going to do when I really start to fuck you?"

I couldn't tell what he was trying to do anymore: help me out, or rile me up. But either way, I was loving it. The low, husky sound of his voice, the firm but gentle way his hands held me, the way his warmth radiated through my clothes and seeped into my body. Everything he did just left me aching and begging for more.

"Why don't you find out?" I challenged, leaning back against him.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and excitement. "Ooo, feeling cocky today, are we? Fine. Wrap your arms around my neck." I tried to turn around but his arms tightened around me suddenly. "Uh-uh. Like this. Reach back and do it."

I was confused by the request, but my curiosity for what he had planned outweighed it so much that I didn't even give it a second thought. I leaned against his chest and reached up, locking my fingers together behind his neck.

I stared up at him curiously. "Okay, and?"

He smirked as he leaned down and grabbed my thighs, scooping me up into the air. I gasped and tightened my arms around his neck, my heart racing with fear and excitement.

"Christ, will you stop doing that?!" I snapped, trying to slow my heart back to a normal rhythm.

"Tell that to how tight you are right now," he murmured.

As if to prove his point, he loosened his grip a bit. I let out a small moan as his hardness somehow managed to push its way even deeper inside of me.

God, any deeper and I'd feel him in my fucking throat. But I loved it. The way he stretched and filled me until there wasn't a single inch of me left untouched by him. The way he fit my body so perfectly like a puzzle piece I never even knew was missing.

However, that satisfaction was short-lived. As he shifted suddenly, the same panic and fear that naturally came from being dangled mid-air like that quickly returned.

"Hey!"

"Relax, I'm just sitting us down," he explained, leaning in and pressing his lips against my neck.

Although still not thrilled with the panic-inducing movements, I did my best to keep calm while he carefully shifted us into a sitting position. When I was securely seated on his lap, he let go of my thighs, wrapping his arms around my waist in a gentle hug.

"See? I wouldn't let you fall," he murmured softly.

Again, he pressed his lips against my neck. Then again. And again. And again. I hummed contentedly as their soft warmth slowly spread throughout my body.

However, as his fingers slipped between my legs and brushed against my sweet spot, that warmth quickly spread to other places.

"Now, what are we going to do about that dirty little mouth of yours?" he teased. "Normally, I'd give you something to gag on, but..."

He shifted slightly, making sure that I could feel him inside of me. I shivered at the sensation. God, I just wanted him to fuck me senseless. But I guess this was a part of the game for him as well. Teasing me, whispering in my ear and driving me crazy, riling me up until I was on the verge of exploding, and then... Well, letting me explode.

Besides, I couldn't exactly deny that I was loving it myself. Any wetter than this and I'd be flooding the bathroom. Not that we were far from it the way he kept touching me.

"Although," he continued," if you don't mind, then we could always use these."

His free hand dangled something in front of my face. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at, but the moment I did, it sent those familiar sparks tingling right between my legs.

My panties.

He shrugged a bit. "I figured you probably wouldn't want to wear them again if we left them on the dirty floor, so I shoved them in my pocket. Didn't realize they'd come in so handy at the time, but hey, who's complaining?"

He pulled me in closer, grinding inside of me. I swear my eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head. His soft chuckle brushed against my cheek.

"Well, Maggie? Are you complaining?"

Now who was being the cocky one? I mean, it's not like he ever made the fact that he was teasing me a secret, but the smugness was a different story. And I certainly wasn't going to let that slide without a fight.

I snatched the panties from his hand and looked back, batting my eyelashes at him.

"Not at all. After all, I want to be a very good girl for you," I explained, feigning innocence.

That got his motor running. Desire and impatience flashed in his eyes as his hand squeezed my thigh. His voice was low and husky as he spoke.

"Then shove them in and lean forward because I'm about to be a very bad boy."

He didn't have to tell me twice. My hands trembled with excitement as I balled up the panties and shoved them into my mouth. The faint taste of lavender detergent and my own juices spread across my tongue as the cotton sucked my mouth dry.

Something about that dryness brought a faint blush to my cheeks. For a couple of reasons. One, of course, being the humiliation aspect. No matter which way you looked at it, there was no denying that I had my panties shoved into my mouth right now. But more than humiliated, I think I was excited. Excited by the idea that I even needed a gag in the first place. And excited thinking about all the things he would do to make me need that gag.

Just like he'd asked, I leaned forward, resting my hands against his knees. His hands slid back to my hips, leaving a trail of tingling nerves along my skin where he touched me.

And then he fucked me. Desperate, greedy, and unrestrained, he held on tightly to my hips as he bounced me on his lap, driving himself deep into me again and again, and again.

My legs quivered like jelly beneath me as I tried my best to stay on my tiptoes, but that in and of itself was a challenge. Knee-buckling pleasure aside, I already wasn't a very tall woman, and being seated on his lap like this certainly wasn't helping that fact.

But I didn't care. God, I didn't care. Dry mouth, jelly legs, standing on my tiptoes, whatever the fuck he needed, I was willing to do it at that moment. My body was practically numb with pleasure already, and the soft wet sounds that filled the air as he slammed his way inside of me only seemed to intensify that feeling.

Beads of sweat formed on my body briefly before being quickly devoured by the soft cotton of my T-shirt. My hair swung loosely around my face, sticking to my cheeks and neck. His nails dug slightly into my hips as he tried his best to keep a grip on me. It was dirty, sweaty, exhausting, and I loved every second of it.

This was sex. This was what it was supposed to be. Not five minutes of half-dry, uncomfortable pumping. Not a chore where you made the time go faster by doing things like planning out your shopping list for the next day. But this. Unrestrained, mind-numbing pleasure that always left you breathless and begging for more.

Which is why the panties were a fantastic idea on his part. I couldn't have controlled my voice if I wanted to. Even muffled by the wadded-up fabric, I was sure that he could still clearly hear my lust-filled moans as they pushed shamelessly against the obstruction that dared to silence them.

Then, another sound filled the air. One very different from the wet and wild sounds of sex that I'd gotten used to. A hollow thud, followed by a metallic creaking, and then the soft, repetitive thump of rubber against concrete. It was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it for some reason.

"Dude, fuck off, no she wasn't."

I swear to God my heart stopped right then and there. All at once, those "familiar" sounds became all too easy to identify: the bathroom door, shoes on concrete, and a stranger's voice.

We were not alone.