Page 191 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

SILAS

“Sorry I had to leave early yesterday,” she said.

She sat coyly on her bed in a black skirt and a green cardigan.

It was so tight that if she took a deep breath or raised her arms over her head, the buttons would pop.

Her cleavage was pale and creamy hoisted by a bra that was edged in purple lace.

They were right fucking there… on the screen.

Fuck, I wanted to touch her. Fuck her. Make her come.

I realized she was waiting for me to respond, so I typed, Are you all right?

She nodded. Her long hair was pulled up into some tangled updo with strands framing her face. One slid across her cheek and she brushed it away. “Yes, and I’m back now. Did you miss me?”

Did I miss her?

I shifted in my desk chair because my dick was hard.

That didn’t work so I moved again, unzipped my pants and let my dick out to play.

I ended meetings early and went into the office Hyport gave me to use and locked the door.

No one could see me, unless they were in a helicopter hovering outside the thirty-fourth floor of the skyscraper.

I stroked it in a firm grip from root to tip, then realized she was waiting for an answer. I couldn’t get off and type at the same time.

My dick’s been hard all day waiting for you.

It had. I wondered why she cut the call short the night before, if she was okay. I’d wanted to text her, but I went back to the late meetings. By the time I was able to, it was late and assumed she was asleep.

I watched her throat work as she swallowed, then glanced away. I couldn’t miss the blush on her cheeks. Was she suddenly shy? Was it still a virginal act or did she like this dirty talk?

You look amazing in green.

She glanced down at her prim sweater. Her attire, while sexy as hell, was stuffy and conservative. It wasn’t what Eve normally wore. Her personality and clothing were more carefree.

“Thanks.” She ran her fingers down the taut front. “I can’t seem to keep the buttons closed.” A button popped free with a little help from her fingers. “Oops.”

Oops? One more and those full tits would spill out. I never hoped for weak thread before in my life.

What are you going to read for me tonight?

She picked up her ereader and shared three titles. I couldn’t miss the way she leaned slightly forward.

“One has a heroine who was naughty and is taken over the hero’s knee for a spanking. I think it also involves a plug in her bottom, which is so, so…” She sighed as if unsure of what she thought about that.

I’d touched that tight ass of hers and she’d come from the lightest brush of my thumb. She might be playing at being a virgin, but that hole? Untried.

I wasn’t sure if I could survive listening to her read about getting her ass plugged. I had to grip the base of my dick in a tight hold to stave off coming.

What else?

“A virgin is fucked for the first time by the college quarterback and a few of his teammates catch them and watch.”

And the last?

“She’s sold at a virgin auction at a brothel in an Old West saloon.” Her gaze shifted from her ereader to the laptop. To me. “Which one would you like?”

Like? I want to know what makes your little panties all wet. Are you wearing panties?

She gasped, as if the idea of going without them was unfathomable. “Of course!”

Show me.

Come on, Eve. Show me your fucking panties, I thought to myself.

She swallowed again. “Um, my panties? Here? Now? Billy, I don’t show strangers my panties.”

I was far from a fucking stranger. I knew how she tasted. How she screamed when she came. How she–

Pre-cum spurted from my dick as I typed with frustration.

I’m not a stranger.

“You are. I don’t know anything about you. I can’t even see what you look like.”

If she saw me, she’d somehow kill me through the laptop.

I’m six-two. Fair hair. I have a mole on my right butt cheek.

She laughed. “You share your mole?”

Do you want me to talk about my dick?

It was throbbing right now.

She licked my lips. “God, yes. Is it hard?”

For you, kitten, always.

“Oh,” she said, her voice going soft.

If you won’t show me how wet your panties are with them on, take them off and hold them up.

“Hold them up?”

Hell yeah. Smartest idea I had all day.

She thought for a moment. “Okay, but that will cost you,” she replied.

What?

“I only do naughty things for extra money. Use the Donate button. It’s the little red heart in the corner.” She ran her finger along the swell of one breast, then flicked a button open, giving me even more of a tease.

I blinked. Fuck, she was practically hypnotizing me with her cleavage. I saw the heart. She wanted me to give her more money? My dick was telling me to push the fucking button, so I did.

“Thanks, Billy,” she said, then cocked her head and smiled. “I’ll show you my panties.”

I was transfixed as she went up on her knees and slid her hands up the outside of her thighs beneath her skirt.

Then she wiggled and tugged the dainty scrap down.

I didn’t see her pussy because her skirt covered it.

Dropping to her butt on the bed, she lifted her legs and slid the panties off her bare feet.

She shifted to kneel in front of the camera again, the lacy scrap in her fist.

Show me.

She grinned, raised her hand so I could only see a hint of the material in her clenched fist. I imagined she could smell her arousal.

I knew exactly that scent and I growled, not that she could hear.

She shook her head and pointed to the lower corner where the donate heart was.

I sent her more money.

After a few seconds, she let the pink lace dangle from her fingers.

Show me the wet spot. I know it’s there.

She shook her head, pointed at the corner of the screen again.

You want more money?

“You want to see how wet I really am?”

Fuck. Fuck! While she was in Hunter Valley, hundreds of miles away, she had me by the balls. I pushed the Donate button and sent her more.

A second or two later, she grinned. Turning the panties around, she held them closer to the camera so I could see the darkened fabric at the gusset.

Holy shit, she was wet. From talking with a stranger on an Internet cam private room.

I grabbed my phone. Texted her. Because she needed to hear from me. Silas. Not Billy. I was the one whose dick she actually was going to get.

I can’t wait to get back to Hunter Valley and have you ride my dick.

Instead of texting, I should just turn on the camera on my laptop and show her my face.

Let her know I was Billy. Bridget was adamant I do it.

I agreed with her it was the right thing to do, but this?

With Eve? She showed me the fucking wet spot on her panties.

I couldn’t tell her who I really was now.

“See? My pussy is wet.”

Holy fuck. My fingers fumbled over the keyboard.

Wet at the idea of the teammates watching the heroine get fucked, right?

Eve liked to be watched. I had no doubt that was what was making her squirm right now. I loved knowing this, loved that she wasn’t the shy virgin, but the uninhibited woman who knew what got her hot. This entire cam room fed into her kink.

And mine because I was going to listen to her and jerk off. She’d reduced me to a horny teenager.

“Yes.”

Read it to me.