Page 114 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

MALLORY

He surprised me. But then I surprised him right back. I was an almost-virgin, but I wasn’t clueless. I heard what my friends did. I saw movies. Porn. Read romance. Had a vibrator. So when the idea of us having sex got sorted in my brain, I was all in.

Was I going to say no to Theo James? Heck, no.

He pressed me into the side of my car and took over, tucking my panties to the side and petting me with his fingers. Gentle strokes coaxed my slit open, spreading my wetness everywhere. He found my clit. Of course he did. Within three seconds, in the dark.

“Yes, make me come,” I breathed, then whimpered and rolled my hips.

“Shh,” he whispered, leaning in close so his breath fanned my neck. “I’ll make you come, but those sounds are for me.”

When one finger circled my entrance, another sound slipped out.

“You want to be caught?”

I was so wet, it slid right in. I went on my tiptoes.

“That hurt?” he asked, knowing my sexual history. Clearly, he didn’t know I played with toys bigger than real dicks. “Too much?”

I shook my head. “No. More.”

He pulled back, added a second finger. My vibrator was super-sized, so I was used to being penetrated. Just not by a guy. And the vibrator didn’t curl over my g-spot like Theo’s fingers did.

Oh fudge.

“You want people to know you’re getting finger fucked in the parking lot?”

My head dropped back against my car and my eyes fell shut.

I was hot and needy, more turned on than I’d ever been. The cool air felt good on my heated skin.

“Theo,” I breathed.

“People are going to walk by and hear your sexy little sounds, see your hips roll and know where I have my hand.”

Oh my God. He was a dirty talker. Filthy.

And I liked it.

Letting go of his waist, I grabbed hold of his wrist and held him deep, because he got another finger into me and was doing some kind of curling thing that had me losing my mind.

I tried to pull and push his hand, to get it to do what I wanted.

“Ah, ah,” he said, stilling. I blinked and opened my eyes, suddenly furious.

“Don’t stop!”

He grinned. Actually grinned. I didn’t remember seeing him ever do that before. But it was sinister, as if he had dastardly plans… for my pussy.

“You’re not in charge. Let go of my arm and hold your dress up for me.”

He stared. I stared. This was one hill I didn’t want to die on. I’d let him win this fight because well, I’d get a man-made orgasm.

I took the bunched-up edge from him and held it about my waist. If anyone walked by–

“Anyone walking by would see you holding your dress for me. So I can get both my hands on this perfect pussy.” He had talented fingers and was also a mind reader.

He did have both hands on me. Two fingers buried deep doing something magical and ruthlessly talented, the other hand’s thumb on my slick clit and circling it.

“They’d see you coming so pretty. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Right about…”

I squirmed and rolled my hips. Gripped my dress and clenched down on his fingers. I’d never felt like this, never knew it was even possible. I was sweating in the cold air, breathed in Theo’s spicy scent, felt safe and protected, even with his words threatening exposure.

I was a first-grade teacher. So many people knew me through the elementary school. It would be so bad if I was discovered like this.

Except I didn’t care because I was going to come.

“...now.”

I did. I clenched and squeezed Theo’s fingers and rode his hand. Whispered whimpers slipped from me. It was the best I could do because white lights danced behind closed eyelids.

I didn’t remember my name let alone this was so, so naughty.

Theo kept talking to me through my pleasure, although I had no idea what he was saying. I couldn’t process anything except how he’d masterfully taken control of my body.

And I liked every minute of it.

Even when he slipped his fingers from me and licked them clean.