Man Cave, page 5
He crossed his arms over his chest. Ones I now realized wasn’t inside a coat. He only wore a dress shirt and dark pants, something similar to what he wore for my appointment the day before. The night was chilly and would dip below freezing, yet he didn’t look cold at all.
In fact, he looked hot. As in H.O.T.
“You said yesterday Bridget fixed you up on a date with a fellow teacher and that you’re going to have sex with him,” he reminded.
“I… um, yes.” What use was lying? He knew. “Except with his… um, bathroom problems, it probably wasn’t going to happen. He did go twice during dinner.” I thought back to every weird sign from the meal. Did I give him the shits? No. Not unless it was like the norovirus that swept through the middle school last February and took out almost all of the students and staff. I felt fine.
This was a date, not norovirus. If he didn’t want to go out again, he could have just said, thanks, but no thanks. Or I don’t like women who can’t appreciate Sherman’s March to the Sea.
Whatever. But diarrhea? That was quite an excuse to bail.
Was I that bad of a date? I ran my tongue over my teeth then I reached behind me and patted my butt.
“What are you doing?” he said, his gaze following my actions.
“Making sure I don’t have bad breath, or the back of my dress isn’t tucked up in my underwear like that one time when I was five.”
He frowned. “You’re fine. Completely fine.”
Theo looked at me, then scanned the parking lot, as if searching for Tom and if he was going to return.
His dark gaze finally met mine. “Did you see the OBGYN referral yet?” he asked, giving me mental whiplash.
“No. I have an appointment Monday.”
He nodded once. “Then you aren’t personally protected from pregnancy.”
I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks. “What does this have to do with–”
“You said you didn’t want to have kids.”
He sure listened.
“I don’t. I definitely don’t.” No way was I bringing a child into my fucked up family. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” I said on a sigh. “He’s clearly not here to fuck me now.”
I thought I had a good shot at it. Attractive guy. Interested, or so I thought. Pretty yellow underwear to get him the rest of the way interested.
Theo’s gaze dropped and raked over my body. Slowly, thoroughly. I tried not to squirm, unlike the day before on the exam table. Like then, I had to wonder if he could see through my clothes. At least this time I had panties and a bra.
“You want sex. I’ll give it to you.”
Bomb dropped.
“Whaaaaaaaaaat?” I practically shouted. Had I heard him correctly. I glanced around to see if anyone else caught it because I thought I was wrong, but then to make sure this crazy convo couldn’t be overheard. “I don’t want… pity sex.”
“What the hell is pity sex?”
“When you do it only because you want to make the other person feel better.”
“I’ll make you feel good, there’s no doubt.”
9
THEO
* * *
“You want to… to have sex with me,” she said after staring at me for a while. Her voice took on a breathy quality that made my dick hard. As if it was a surprise, or a really good idea, or both. Usually, Mallory let every emotion show, or be heard. Now? I didn’t know exactly what she was thinking. Or what she’d do next, which might include kneeing me in the balls.
So yeah, she made me really fucking hard.
Yes, I got a hard-on from Maude. That had been biology in action. Maude usually pulled her scrubs and panties down and bent over the break room’s sink if we were going to fuck. Our relationship didn’t go much further than a doctors-with-benefits arrangement. Any guy’s dick would get hard for an upturned ass and bare pussy.
But this wasn’t the same thing.
I had chased a reckless patient down to a restaurant bathroom to ask after his STD covered dick and reminded him to keep it to himself for awhile. Then I asked why he was at the restaurant, if his date–and anyone else he’d slept with recently–knew he was contagious and yeah, he got the idea. It showed well for the Hunter Valley school system that one of its teachers was so smart.
I was standing in a dark parking lot and propositioning a twenty-four-year-old. It sounded bad, but in reality, it was one of the… rightest things I’d done in a while.
Had I thought any of this through? No. Was I thinking with my dick instead of my brain? Yes.
Because of that, all I could think of was that Mallory was the biggest fucking cock tease I’d ever met. The worst part? She had no idea. Ever since I met her back in July, when Mav first started dating Bridget, I’d been hot for her. All the things that weren’t taught in medical school. I lusted. Craved. Hyper-focused. On her long blonde hair. Her pale eyes. Her full lips that would look perfect wrapped around my dick.
Her sass, which would be tamed by… you guessed it, her lips wrapped around my dick.
I sounded like Mav, that she was too young for me. I didn’t care.
She was too sweet and a fucking ray of sunshine. I didn’t care.
I wanted to get her all filthy. I’d wanted that since July, but now that I knew she was a virgin except for two pumps of a teenage dick, I wanted her to be the student instead of the teacher. I’d show her all the things and none of them would be G-rated.
“Yes.” I reached out–I couldn’t resist–and stroked a knuckle down her cheek. I could barely see the blush that stole over her soft skin. I shifted my gaze to hold hers. “But not right away,” I continued, my voice getting deeper. “You’ll get the appropriate birth control method for your body and lifestyle and have it take effect first.”
She blinked and her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Theo, I–”
“In the meantime,” I continued on as if she hadn’t started talking. “I’ll give you what you need without penetration. At least with my dick.”
“Theo–”
“You were going to have sex with a guy you barely know. You know me.”
“Really? I’ve been around you a handful of times and you barely talk.”
She didn’t move away from my touch, which was a good sign. She wasn’t scared of me. In fact, I’d swear she was just as interested. This would be a mutually beneficial arrangement.
“I’m safe. I would never hurt you.” She had to know that, at least.
Her tongue darted out, ran over her lower lip.
“Mav and Dex would kick your ass if you did,” she stated.
“I have a feeling you could do that all by yourself.” She was a little thing, barely coming up to my chin, but she was feisty. She and Bridget were best friends, equally strong women, but Mallory seemed to have a backbone of steel. She seemed to have her shit together and didn’t lean on anyone. Tough.
She grinned and I saw that sly gleam in her eye. “Absolutely.”
“I know your secrets,” I admitted.
Her eyes flared wide, probably realizing I was referring to her sexual history. What other secrets was she keeping?
“Are you blackmailing me?” She stepped back and I reached down and snagged her hand.
“Fuck, no. What I mean is, I know you’re not experienced. I don’t hold it against you or revere it. But you want sex and are willing to do it with a blind date. With me, no hard work necessary.”
“You mean I’m easy,” she snapped.
I shook my head and quietly let out a sigh. “No, woman. I’m easy. Me and my dick are sure things. No dating. No commitment. Just sex.”
When she didn’t move, I let go of her hand and slid a finger up her arm. Her jacket was thick, and she probably didn’t feel much, but she was watching the path. Even held her breath as I reached her shoulder, then worked my way back down the center of her chest where her coat wasn’t zipped.
“I’ve never… ever been propositioned like this.” She shook her head. “No, this isn’t a proposition. You’re offering me a service. A stud service. Do you do this for all the women who come to you for a pelvic exam?”
“You’re being insulting.” I cocked my head and studied her. “To me, but more to yourself. I’m thinking maybe a spanking to curb that sass.” I studied her closely. As a small town first grade teacher, she wasn’t very worldly. She also didn’t know much sexually, so I was definitely pushing her boundaries. But I wasn’t going for basic missionary here. I wanted to find out what made her hot. Or not. Because whatever her kink, whatever her need, I’d give it to her.
Her eyes widened at that, but she didn’t say anything.
“No, spanking isn’t your thing, is it? You need that mouth busy with something else, like seeing how far down your throat you can get my dick.”
“Now who’s insulting,” she countered.
“But the way you’re squirming, you like it, so it’s not insulting. It’s foreplay.”
“Oh my God.” She didn’t say that in an I want to kill him way, but I think my panties just burst into flames fashion.
“It’ll be a mutually beneficial arrangement. Pleasurable.” I liked this idea more and more. My hand slid lower, down her thigh, to the hem of her dark dress, the one that clung to her sexy curves in all the right ways.
“Just… like that?”
She and Bridget were similar in height, but while Bridget had a lean, runner’s build, Mallory was curvy. Like a fucking pin-up girl. “I’ll make you come, just like that. Yes. Sometimes it’ll be fast, like here in the parking lot. Sometimes I’ll take my time with you. Make you work for it. Beg.”
I was really starting to like this idea. Mallory was equally parts needy and naïve.
“Bbb…beg?”
My finger skated along the inside of her thigh, the feel of her soft tights giving way to… bare thigh. Bare thigh?
I pushed her dress up a little more so I could see.
She slapped at my hand. “Theo!”
“Shh… no one can see.” We were between two cars at the far end of a row. While people were coming and going from the lot and the entrance, no one was nearby. “What kind of tights are these?”
“Mock garters.”
Mock garters. They were tights that stopped mid-thigh but continued up in a thin strip–like garters–that joined at a waistband and–
“Fuck, yellow panties. Those are making me break my rules. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to wait for that birth control to kick in. Condoms alone might have to do when I take you. But not tonight.” With one hand, I took hold of the bottom of her dress and held it up so I could keep touching. That bare skin was so fucking soft. Warm. The closer I got to her center it was… damp. I had to touch her panties, find out if they were as soaked through as I thought. When I got the confirmation, my knuckle brushing against damp heat, I groaned.
“Soaked. Is that from eating dinner with Tom or standing out here in the dark with me and imagining sucking my dick until you’re a good girl?”
She rolled her hips into my barely-there caress, over her panties. It was such a high school move but it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.
“You… have your hand under my dress and you want to talk about Tom?” she questioned. She reached down, took a hold of my wrist. Not to pull me away as I first expected, but to keep my hand where it was. “You said you were going to make me come. Right here in the parking lot.” She slid her panties to the side and pressed my fingers against her. Dripping wet, silky soft, and hot. “Or are you all talk?”
So much for naïve.
10
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.
11
THEO
* * *
“Did Verna tell you about Saturday?”
“Dr. Jeffries,” I said, turning at the question. I just came from one of the exam rooms and a woman with eczema.
The older man cocked his head and gave me a look. “I’ve told you more than once to call me Jeff.”
“I can’t believe your mother named you Jeffrey Jeffries,” I said, tucking the work laptop I’d had with me in the patient visit under my arm.
He laughed. I was coming to learn he was just as upbeat and warm as his wife. It took me less than an hour to know that while he and I were the practicing physicians, Verna ran the place.
I learned he was sixty; Verna told me all about his surprise birthday party last November. He had hair as white as his big smile, both a sharp contrast to his dark skin.
“Well, it makes nicknames easy,” he replied. He had the laid-back attitude of a Hunter Valley local where rush hour didn’t exist, and no one was a stranger. Nothing seemed to faze him, and he was always smiling, which I found somewhat annoying. How could anyone be that happy all the time?
“What’s Saturday… Jeff?” I asked.
“I told you about it this morning,” Verna called down the hall. She was at the front desk but had all-hearing ears. They were probably honed from wrangling their four now-grown children. No doubt she had an eye in the back of her head, too. “You just hadn’t had your coffee yet.”
“Probably true.” Not probably, definitely. I hadn’t slept very well after tucking Mallory into her car after I made her come all over my hand. Why? Because I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. I jerked off not once, but twice in the shower and my dick still wouldn’t go down. I thought of that bold, reckless woman. She’d actually wanted me to get her off in the parking lot. I should’ve expected it, knowing her personality, but after I learned she didn’t have any sexual experience, I figured she’d want a bed to kick things off.
But no.
Fuck, she’d felt amazing beneath my hands. Now I knew how she looked when she came. How she sounded when she tried to stifle her pleasure. It was almost a shame she had to keep quiet. I didn’t think she’d be a quiet lover. Hell, she wasn’t a quiet person.
