Page 113 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

THEO

“You want to… to have sex with me,” she said after staring at me for a while.

Her voice took on a breathy quality that made my dick hard.

As if it was a surprise, or a really good idea, or both.

Usually, Mallory let every emotion show, or be heard.

Now? I didn’t know exactly what she was thinking.

Or what she’d do next, which might include kneeing me in the balls.

So yeah, she made me really fucking hard.

Yes, I got a hard-on from Maude. That had been biology in action.

Maude usually pulled her scrubs and panties down and bent over the break room’s sink if we were going to fuck.

Our relationship didn’t go much further than a doctors-with-benefits arrangement.

Any guy’s dick would get hard for an upturned ass and bare pussy.

But this wasn’t the same thing.

I had chased a reckless patient down to a restaurant bathroom to ask after his STD covered dick and reminded him to keep it to himself for awhile.

Then I asked why he was at the restaurant, if his date–and anyone else he’d slept with recently–knew he was contagious and yeah, he got the idea.

It showed well for the Hunter Valley school system that one of its teachers was so smart.

I was standing in a dark parking lot and propositioning a twenty-four-year-old. It sounded bad, but in reality, it was one of the… rightest things I’d done in a while.

Had I thought any of this through? No. Was I thinking with my dick instead of my brain? Yes.

Because of that, all I could think of was that Mallory was the biggest fucking cock tease I’d ever met.

The worst part? She had no idea. Ever since I met her back in July, when Mav first started dating Bridget, I’d been hot for her.

All the things that weren’t taught in medical school.

I lusted. Craved. Hyper-focused. On her long blonde hair.

Her pale eyes. Her full lips that would look perfect wrapped around my dick.

Her sass, which would be tamed by… you guessed it, her lips wrapped around my dick.

I sounded like Mav, that she was too young for me. I didn’t care.

She was too sweet and a fucking ray of sunshine. I didn’t care.

I wanted to get her all filthy. I’d wanted that since July, but now that I knew she was a virgin except for two pumps of a teenage dick, I wanted her to be the student instead of the teacher. I’d show her all the things and none of them would be G-rated.

“Yes.” I reached out–I couldn’t resist–and stroked a knuckle down her cheek.

I could barely see the blush that stole over her soft skin.

I shifted my gaze to hold hers. “But not right away,” I continued, my voice getting deeper.

“You’ll get the appropriate birth control method for your body and lifestyle and have it take effect first.”

She blinked and her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Theo, I–”

“In the meantime,” I continued on as if she hadn’t started talking. “I’ll give you what you need without penetration. At least with my dick.”

“Theo–”

“You were going to have sex with a guy you barely know. You know me.”

“Really? I’ve been around you a handful of times and you barely talk.”

She didn’t move away from my touch, which was a good sign. She wasn’t scared of me. In fact, I’d swear she was just as interested. This would be a mutually beneficial arrangement.

“I’m safe. I would never hurt you.” She had to know that, at least.

Her tongue darted out, ran over her lower lip.

“Mav and Dex would kick your ass if you did,” she stated.

“I have a feeling you could do that all by yourself.” She was a little thing, barely coming up to my chin, but she was feisty.

She and Bridget were best friends, equally strong women, but Mallory seemed to have a backbone of steel.

She seemed to have her shit together and didn’t lean on anyone. Tough.

She grinned and I saw that sly gleam in her eye. “Absolutely.”

“I know your secrets,” I admitted.

Her eyes flared wide, probably realizing I was referring to her sexual history. What other secrets was she keeping?

“Are you blackmailing me?” She stepped back and I reached down and snagged her hand.

“Fuck, no. What I mean is, I know you’re not experienced. I don’t hold it against you or revere it. But you want sex and are willing to do it with a blind date. With me, no hard work necessary.”

“You mean I’m easy,” she snapped.

I shook my head and quietly let out a sigh. “No, woman. I’m easy. Me and my dick are sure things. No dating. No commitment. Just sex.”

When she didn’t move, I let go of her hand and slid a finger up her arm. Her jacket was thick, and she probably didn’t feel much, but she was watching the path. Even held her breath as I reached her shoulder, then worked my way back down the center of her chest where her coat wasn’t zipped.

“I’ve never… ever been propositioned like this.” She shook her head. “No, this isn’t a proposition. You’re offering me a service. A stud service. Do you do this for all the women who come to you for a pelvic exam?”

“You’re being insulting.” I cocked my head and studied her.

“To me, but more to yourself. I’m thinking maybe a spanking to curb that sass.

” I studied her closely. As a small town first grade teacher, she wasn’t very worldly.

She also didn’t know much sexually, so I was definitely pushing her boundaries.

But I wasn’t going for basic missionary here.

I wanted to find out what made her hot. Or not.

Because whatever her kink, whatever her need, I’d give it to her.

Her eyes widened at that, but she didn’t say anything.

“No, spanking isn’t your thing, is it? You need that mouth busy with something else, like seeing how far down your throat you can get my dick.”

“Now who’s insulting,” she countered.

“But the way you’re squirming, you like it, so it’s not insulting. It’s foreplay.”

“Oh my God.” She didn’t say that in an I want to kill him way, but I think my panties just burst into flames fashion.

“It’ll be a mutually beneficial arrangement. Pleasurable.” I liked this idea more and more. My hand slid lower, down her thigh, to the hem of her dark dress, the one that clung to her sexy curves in all the right ways.

“Just… like that?”

She and Bridget were similar in height, but while Bridget had a lean, runner’s build, Mallory was curvy. Like a fucking pin-up girl. “I’ll make you come, just like that. Yes. Sometimes it’ll be fast, like here in the parking lot. Sometimes I’ll take my time with you. Make you work for it. Beg.”

I was really starting to like this idea. Mallory was equally parts needy and na?ve.

“Bbb…beg?”

My finger skated along the inside of her thigh, the feel of her soft tights giving way to… bare thigh. Bare thigh?

I pushed her dress up a little more so I could see.

She slapped at my hand. “Theo!”

“Shh… no one can see.” We were between two cars at the far end of a row. While people were coming and going from the lot and the entrance, no one was nearby. “What kind of tights are these?”

“Mock garters.”

Mock garters. They were tights that stopped mid-thigh but continued up in a thin strip–like garters–that joined at a waistband and–

“Fuck, yellow panties. Those are making me break my rules. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to wait for that birth control to kick in.

Condoms alone might have to do when I take you.

But not tonight.” With one hand, I took hold of the bottom of her dress and held it up so I could keep touching.

That bare skin was so fucking soft. Warm.

The closer I got to her center it was… damp.

I had to touch her panties, find out if they were as soaked through as I thought.

When I got the confirmation, my knuckle brushing against damp heat, I groaned.

“Soaked. Is that from eating dinner with Tom or standing out here in the dark with me and imagining sucking my dick until you’re a good girl?”

She rolled her hips into my barely-there caress, over her panties. It was such a high school move but it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.

“You… have your hand under my dress and you want to talk about Tom?” she questioned.

She reached down, took a hold of my wrist. Not to pull me away as I first expected, but to keep my hand where it was.

“You said you were going to make me come. Right here in the parking lot.” She slid her panties to the side and pressed my fingers against her.

Dripping wet, silky soft, and hot. “Or are you all talk?”

So much for na?ve.