Page 129 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

MALLORY

I wiped my lips, which were curved up in a smile, diabolically thrilled and aroused at the same time about what just happened. Theo was sprawled on the couch where he’d pretty much tipped over like a tree chopped down in a forest, recovering.

Dazed.

Delirious.

Completely non-functioning.

The blow job had pretty much destroyed him.

Me and my mouth had conquered.

Ha!

His pants and boxers were still low on his hips. His dick was out, slick with spit and still hard. An intense orgasm like that and I thought a guy went soft. Not Theo.

I also didn’t expect him to practically go unconscious either.

I mentally patted myself on the back for my newfound talent. I had Trixie and Annie to thank, that was for sure.

“Holy fuck,” Theo said, tipping his head to the side, eyeing me. His cheeks were still flushed, and his dark gaze was still blurry. “What the hell was that?”

I frowned, suddenly unsure. “Um… a blow job.”

“I thought you never did that before.” His voice was ragged, and he was still trying to catch his breath.

“First time,” I admitted. It was the truth, but clearly not every almost-virgin got tips from professionals. “Was it all right?”

Now I started to question myself. Maybe I’d messed up.

Maybe it was always like that, or not as good as normal?

It had been weird at first. A dick in your mouth?

Odd. But then when Theo started responding, I thought I was doing okay.

Then, I followed every one of Annie’s and Trixie’s late-night tips, the tongue flick, the swirl, even the back door one.

I’d questioned that one, but Annie had assured me a guy would blast off like a rocket from it and… Theo had.

It had been weird to breathe through my nose, then not at all when he’d been so deep, but hearing him shout like that? The way it felt having him swell, then throb against my tongue? Powerful. Exhilarating.

His gaze narrowed. “You take a class with bananas or something?”

I shrugged, stood. There was no way in hell I was telling him I learned blow job techniques in the Las Vegas Detention Center from professional call girls. “Just because I’ve never done something before doesn’t mean I’m not any good at it.”

My knees were a little sore. I wondered if Trixie or Annie used knee pads.

“You don’t have a gag reflex.”

“Don’t go all doctor on me now,” I said. I’d had no idea until now that I didn’t have gagging issues.

He stared up at me, still not moving.

“Doctor?” he asked. “Hell, woman. I don’t even remember my name let alone my profession after an experience like that.”

He wasn’t so serious now. Or uptight. I’d never seen him so relaxed. Or stunned.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said primly, but inwardly thrilled.

He reached out, took my hand, then tugged me down on top of him.

I let out an oomph and set my hands on his chest. I could feel him, hard beneath my belly.

He stroked my hair back, studied me like I was a newly found creature in the rainforest. “Liked it? I may have died there for a minute.”

I grinned. He grinned back. Cupping the back of my neck, he gently pulled me down for a kiss.

Our first kiss.