Page 242 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DANIEL

Admit it.

Would she? There was no question she was aroused and interested.

But women were funny. Not ha ha funny, but what the hell were they thinking?

funny. Just like her phone call, she said one thing but meant another.

She could toss her wine in my face out of principle alone but would then miss out on a man-made orgasm.

Especially since she told me–unintentionally–she was a virgin.

Shit. Shit! I blew it. If she’d wanted me, she’d have said so. Maybe she really was just mad and I’d been all growly when I should have been apologetic and contrite. Now I wasn’t sure if I should protect my balls, grab a napkin in preparation for the wine that was about to be flung on me or what.

But little Melly Harwood continued to surprise me because she nodded.

NODDED.

Fuck. Me.

That one little bob of her head and I was up, took her hand and weaved us around the tables and to the back hallway.

Never mind what I thought just minutes ago about Melly’s snug pussy and shy smiles.

I was leaving Saturday. Not tonight. Not right now.

Now? I was going to find out just how snug she was.

I skipped the men’s room and tried the door marked office. Locked, I tried the other side of the hall. Storage room. Unlocked. Why Arlo didn’t lock his shit up, I wasn’t sure, but it was only boxes and cleaning supplies. No liquor to steal.

I found a switch on the wall, flipped it on, then shut the door behind us.

“Daniel, what are you doing?” she asked.

I could have answered and told her that our entire conversation was foreplay.

That her talking about her vibrators and the phone call…

all of it, biggest fucking turn on. I could have told her how hard I was.

I decided to show her instead. I stepped toward her and she retreated.

Not in fear, but because I was big and I was getting in her space.

Good. The wall was at her back. Resting a forearm on the wall over her head, I leaned down and kissed her.

My free hand was on her chin, tipping it up.

This wasn’t a chaste kiss. Fuck no.

It was hard and fervent, open mouthed and dark from the start and smeared her shiny gloss. Fuck, was it scented like… cherries?

This was what I wanted to do from the second I saw her in the vet clinic.

She whimpered and I didn’t stop. In fact, I shifted, lifted her up with my hands on her perfect ass and pressed her into the wall.

Instinctively, she lifted her legs and squeezed my sides with her knees.

Rolling my hips, there was no question she knew I was hard for her because my dick was nestled right over her pussy.

Only our clothes kept me from rocking right inside, nice and deep.

She couldn’t miss that I was big and I was going to fit. She was small, so tiny in my arms that there was no question it was going to be tight and she was going to be a fucking good girl for taking it all.

I lifted my head, met her eyes. They fluttered open. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. Fuck yes.

“Despite what you might have thought, and hopefully this makes it crystal clear, I want to put my dick in you.” I rolled my hips and proved what she said on the phone was wrong.

She nodded. “I… feel that.”

“About that vibrator. Still bigger than me?”

“I… I, um…”

“If you haven’t figured it out, I’m a dirty talker. You said you’re a virgin and I’ll give you sweet and gentle if that’s what you need because I don’t want to–

She shook her head. “No. I’m a virgin, not repressed. Don’t… don’t stop. I like it. A lot.”

She liked it. YES.

Her tongue flicked out, licked her lips. I watched and pre-cum spurted into my boxers. Fuck, she was so fucking pretty.

“Do you have any idea how much of a little cock tease you are?”

She blinked, trying to come out of her fog of arousal. “Wh–at?”

Too strong? No. She said she liked it. “Calling me, telling me about how tight your pussy is, how you like to play with it with nice, big toys.”

“Daniel, oh… I do.”

“I think you’re a horny little thing. Needing to get off.”

She shook her head, sputtered, but didn’t wiggle to be put down. In fact, she rolled her hips against me, then whimpered again.

That sound and the fact that she was right there with me–and right there being a place so fucking dirty…I was going to come in my pants. Now who was the untried virgin?

FUCK.

“I am.”

“Don’t worry,” I growled. “I’ll take care of you. You call me when you need it, sweet girl.”

I glanced around. This wasn’t where I was going to fuck her for the first time, no matter how much she was into it.

No one should have that memory with cleaning supplies, shelving, and fluorescent lighting.

Anyone could walk in and while she seemed to be a little naughtier than she let on with the virgin librarian vibe, I wanted to take my time with her. And get her bare.

But that didn’t mean I’d leave her pussy aching.

I started to lower her down, but she clung to me.

“Gotta put you down to finger that wet little pussy. You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

Her knees loosened about me, and I set her on her feet. I settled back to leaning against the wall with my arm. Her hands were on my chest, and I felt the heat of her palms through my flannel. She wouldn’t look up, but she wasn’t trying to get away either. “Gotta hear the words, sweet girl.”

Slowly, she lifted her head. Met my gaze with her green one. “Yes. I’m wet for you. So wet. Daniel, I ache.”

Oh fuck. Melly really was a virgin? I never expected a virgin to say they ached. But why not? She wasn’t a high schooler. We weren’t fumbling in the back of my car. While she looked like she might want flowers and soft music, gentle words and a tame lover, that wasn’t the case at all.

It seemed she wanted to be called out. To be forced to voice her naughtiest needs. And she did.

She fucking ached.

She could be a porn star. It was that starched white shirt collar that made me want to consume her. Just like when I first saw her in the vet’s office, I wanted to make her filthy.

“You ache?” I asked, my voice a deep growl. My dick was staying in my pants. It had to. No way could I let it out like it wanted because… fuck, I’d destroy her.

“Yes.”

“Your pussy needs to be fucked?” I worked her pants open, then pushed them down her hips.

She nodded and I ran my fingers along the top edge of her panties. Red lace.

FUCK! Total cock tease. The little librarian wore fuck-me red panties.

“Not tonight,” I said, as much to my dick as to her. “Not here.”

She whimpered, but this time it was from being told no. Turning my wrist, I slid my hand down the front of her panties, felt the soft curls there before her heat. Her sopping wet center.

She wasn’t passive. In fact, the second my fingertips brushed over her pussy, she grabbed my wrist. Not to pull it away, but to direct me.

I couldn’t help but grin.

“More?”

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

“Yes!”

“Two fingers?”

“Oh yeessss.”

A hip roll and a moan and I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this.

Her pussy was so hot. So tight. So wet and needy. And she was responsive as hell. And liked my dirty talk. She wanted filthy? I’d give it to her.

My hand stilled with my fingers only halfway inside her. Her walls clamped around them and she held onto my wrist like a pommel on a horse. “Daniel,” she said, looking up at me.

“Ride my fingers and come like a good girl.”

She clenched around me again. “I don’t–”

“Lower yourself. Yes, now up. Good, rub that hard little clit… yes, right there. Oh, look at you go. Fucking yourself on my fingers.”

Holy shit, she was working so hard for it, using me like she used her toys to get herself off. Sure, it was a little clumsy at first, which made me wonder how much of a virgin she was. She found her rhythm, what she needed to do to get off.

“I’m almost–” She bit her lip and rocked some more. Then lifted, dropped hard.

“My dick’s so much bigger than these two fingers,” I murmured, kissing down the side of her neck. She was fully dressed except for her pants open. I wanted to see her tits bounce, to know if that short thatch of pussy hair was the same glorious red as on her head. “It’ll get so much deeper when I–”

She came, her body going taut, then milking me and my dick was weeping with the need to feel those strong pulls all around it.

I was in big trouble here.

Big. Bigger than her favorite vibrator.

When her pleasure finally waned, I slipped my hand from her panties and licked them. “Let’s get out of here. I’m not remotely done with you.”

After what she just did, there was no way in hell she was going to remain a virgin for much longer.

She leaned forward and I thought she was going to kiss me.

Maybe whisper in my ear how she wanted me to fuck her first. Missionary, maybe with her hands over her head gripping my headboard.

Or from behind so I could press my thumb against her snug little asshole because I had a feeling she was going to get off on that.

Instead of doing either, she threw up.