Page 124 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

THEO

She did it.

She dropped the towel.

Holy fuck, she was gorgeous. Short and curvy, her skin so pale I could see a network of light blue veins beneath. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, droplets of water sliding over her, leading my gaze to her full breasts, perfectly lush and rosy tipped.

Tucked away behind a closed door in the back corner of Mav’s house, she was all mine. I licked my lip with an eagerness to get a taste of her.

Her hips were wide, plenty to hold onto when I fucked her. At the apex…

“You’re bare.”

She looked down at herself, shook her head. “I’ve got a little landing strip. I think completely bare’s a little weird.”

“A triangle pointing to the promised land,” I clarified.

My dick strained against my jeans to get to it.

She flushed because if she’d never had a man between her thick thighs before, then she didn’t understand just how perfect that pussy was. And I only got a hint of pink folds.

I approached, set one hand on her shoulder and the other boldly over her pussy, cupping all that hot, damp flesh.

She startled but didn’t move. Her eyelids drooped and her hips rolled into my palm.

“Wet,” I said, stroking over her folds.

Her eyes fell closed and her mouth opened, her warm breath fanning my neck. This close, I couldn’t miss her sweet scent. Whatever shampoo was in the bathroom, but also the musky hint of her arousal.

She was potent, which meant dangerous. I wanted her to be on birth control, but condoms alone worked. Now that I had my hands on her, I wasn’t sure if I could wait. Condoms alone wasn’t irresponsible… No.

Her hand took hold of my wrist, pressed me more firmly against her. Not shy, just… new. The way she’d clenched so responsively around my fingers when she came last week, her untried pussy would milk the cum from my balls once I got inside her.

I groaned, realizing she was different. I’d never felt such attraction and need before. Not only to get off, but to get her off. My dick was staying–sadly–in my pants and it didn’t matter. My goal was to get her to come. I’d eat her out, get her arousal and need all over my face.

Fuck, yes. The idea of having her pussy scent in my beard and her taste on my tongue… I growled, feeling ridiculously possessive.

“Theo,” she whispered, her hands going to my biceps to hold on.

Leaning down, I took a nipple in my mouth, gave a hard pull. Her hands shifted to my hair, tangled and tugged.

I alternated between those perfect mounds, discovering she liked it a little rough, a little wild. Just like she was. Her hips rolled and my name breathlessly escaped her lips when I pulled back. Inspected my work, where I saw those tips were tight and bright pink.

Dropping to my knees onto the bedroom’s carpeted floor, I kissed down her belly, then nudged her center with my nose.

“Fu–dge,” she murmured.

I lifted my head, stared up her perfect bare body.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at me with a confused, needy look.

The corner of my mouth tipped up. “Fudge?”

“I swear too much,” she explained. “Gotta be careful around the kids.”

I nipped at her inner thigh, and she gasped. “Definitely no kids here. My new goal is to get you to say fuck when you come. No, shout it.”

“Theo.”

I loved the way she breathed my name, as if she was right there with me, that somehow, I was hitting every one of her hot buttons.

It was time to find one more. With my mouth.

With my hands on her hips, I turned her so her back was to the bed. I shifted and with a little push between her breasts, she dropped onto the edge. Grasping her ankles, I lifted them, which had her tipping back.

Placing one foot, then the other, on the mattress, I had her wide open and the perfect view of her gorgeous pussy.

“Wait.”

I looked up her body and into her eyes. There I saw a mixture of arousal and nervousness.

No, confusion. Resolve? Fuck if I knew. I wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want, even if her body was all in.

Since the teenaged kid who took her virginity didn’t do more than a few overeager pumps, this was probably pretty intense for her.

I was intense on top of that. I waited.

“Do you… I mean, are you assessing my vagina? I mean, like a doctor… um, clinically?”

What? That was what was going through her head?

“First off,” I said, keeping my voice calm and even, knowing her concerns might be a little odd, but were valid.

I saw her as a patient just last week and we would’ve–clinically–ended up in a very similar position if I’d completed the exam instead of referred her.

“I’ve been in the trauma department for years, specifically in surgery.

I only worked a two-month OBGYN residency rotation when I was twenty-six and I assure you, I was never once aroused. By any patient. Until you.”

I stood so she could see how hard I was, how my dick was going to have a zipper mark in it from my jeans.

“During the appointment, you got hard for me?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

I nodded. “I referred you to a doctor who will be professional and take care of your healthcare needs. As for me? I can’t be professional with you.”

“You… can’t?” Her confusion was endearing. Sweet. Totally fucking hot.

“No.” Abso-fucking-lutely not. I proved it by sliding a finger over her center.

“Ohhh.”

“Secondly, this is your vulva and this…is your labia. Right here is your clit.” She gasped at the light stroke. “This” –I slid a finger inside of her– “is your vagina.” I slipped my finger from her, slick to the first knuckle with her arousal.

She whimpered and I continued on.

“What I’m interested in is your pussy, which is this.” I cupped her, all of her.

Keeping my palm where it was, I stood, then set my other hand on the bed beside her head, loomed over her so all she could see was me. Her eyes widened and she was so fucking pretty.

“And Mallory, I love pussy.”

I watched her throat work as she swallowed hard. A flush crept down her skin, so pretty. Everything about her was so blatant. So open and responsive.

“Did I answer your questions?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, her breath picking up.

“Good. You okay if I eat your pussy now?”

“Oh gosh.” Her eyes fell closed and she took a second. Yeah, she was thinking too fucking much. “Yes.”

Good. Excellent, because my mouth was fucking watering. I settled back on my knees between her parted thighs, my hands sliding down that silky skin as I went.

Instinctively, she tipped her knees inward, a sign of unintentional modesty, but it offered none.

From what I knew of this woman, she wasn’t all that modest. She was a very empowered, very forthright woman.

But naked and her pussy on display, she wasn’t in charge, I was.

She instinctively felt that power shift.

Sliding my hands back up the insides of her thighs, I held them wide, then leaned and licked from her clenching little hole to her clit, cleaning up the mess she was making. For me.

Fuck, I loved her taste.

“Oh my God,” she blurted out. I smiled against her hot, scented skin. Already forgetting to curb her words. Perfect.

“Do this with anyone before?” I asked, setting a palm on her lower belly and using my thumb to pull back the hood on her hard little clit. It was swollen and right there for me to suck and flick with my tongue.

“Wh–what?”

“Ever get your pussy licked before?”

She shook her head, pretty much thrashed it from side to side.

Instantly, I felt like a fucking caveman.

Was it wrong to know I was the only one to know how she tasted, how she whimpered? Yes. But I didn’t give a shit. Not when her sweet taste was on my tongue and her scent in my nose.

“Theo, please. I need more than a lick. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

She begged and swore so sweetly. I grinned and I didn’t remember the last time I found someone so amusing. Refreshing. Endearing. Delicious.

Reaching down, I shifted my dick in my pants. All I had to do was slide the zipper down and I could thrust right inside her. I’d have all of her sticky sweetness coating more than just my mouth.

No. Another time. Now I’d have the perfect treat. It was time to take what was mine.

Her pussy. Her orgasms. Her moans and screams.

I flicked her clit with my tongue, rimmed her entrance with a finger. Circled both, around and around. Watched her carefully for how she tensed, gasped, melted.

Then I added a finger, pressing against her g-spot I’d discovered the week before.

By the time she was coming on my face and fingers, her thighs were pressed into my ears, her fingers tangled in my hair, her juices soaking my short beard.

“Fuck!” she cried, clenching around my finger, a glorious dousing of her arousal dripping down and onto my palm. Her clit pulsed and lengthened against my tongue, and I didn’t stop. She came once. She’d come again. “This is insane, I can’t believe… what was that…more, yes, don’t stop.”

She was uninhibited in her need. Focused on her pleasure. Mindless.

Because of me.

After I was done with her, she wouldn’t even remember Tom’s name or any guy from Vegas.

I didn’t ease up. The opposite. I added a second finger, pressed and curled on her g-spot as I sucked at her clit some more.

“Theo, too much. Slow down, no more! Don’t stop. Oh!”

Yes, my name. She knew who was between her thighs. Knew who gave her pleasure.

She was incredibly responsive, highly orgasmic, regardless of what she thought about herself. The second time she came was gentler, but intense because all her muscles relaxed except her inner walls, gushing and milking my fingers as if wishing it was my dick.

Sweaty, panting, and sated, Mallory didn’t move. Didn’t bring her legs together when I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“I love eating pussy, Mallory,” I told her.

I wanted my mouth on her some more, but I had to stop.

I’d shown her what it was like to get her pussy nice and eaten.

Given her orgasms that would ruin her for anyone else.

She was perfect. Her pussy was perfect. I was addicted.

Possessive. I wasn’t done with her. I wanted to get my dick inside her, watch her squirm and shift as she adjusted to being crammed full, but not now. Not at Mav’s house.

“Fair warning.” I stood, took in how perfect she was, bare and wanton, wrecked and completely ruined. Yeah, Tom was out of the fucking picture because no one would see Mallory like this but me. Because I did this to her.

Total. Fucking. Caveman.

The only thing better than the sight before me would be to see my cum dripping from her.

Soon.

I shifted my dick again, then headed for the door. My job here was done.