The Dead Among Us

No need for pants

Once Jason leaves, I clean up the floor where Chief and Jason tracked dirt inside. Both of them didn't take off their boots.

As I bend down to sweep, the door opens again. I spin around, and Manny is standing there staring at me with a flirtatious smirk on his face.

"Mmm, baby... no, don't stand up now," he playfully teases, his eyes raking over me.

With an exasperated sigh and a roll of my eyes, I return to my task of returning the trash bin to the kitchen. Manny, however, remains rooted to the spot by the front door, his gaze fixed on me, a silly yet endearing grin on his face.

Unable to tolerate his unwavering stare any longer, I eventually ask, "What, Manny?" while leaning my back against the dinner table.

He walks up to me, his steps slow and measured, his hand gripping his chin. He reaches me, grabs me by the hips, and pulls me closer to him.

"You think Sabin would mind if I fucked you on this table?" he asks teasingly. 

I instinctively push him away, but I can't help but let out a giggle and a smile. He pulls the full silly boyish theatrics and steps back, pretending I pushed him hard, and feigns a stumble, then propels forward dramatically, his hands landing on each side of me on the table, effectively pinning me.

I laugh at his foolishness, and his eyes light up in a mischievous twinkle. 

When he glances down, my stomach drops. He notices that my cast is no longer there. I brace myself for a look of disgust to be painted on his face, but instead, he gently lifts my arm and carefully examines it with a tender expression as if it doesn't affect him at all.

"Does it still hurt?" he asks softly in a low voice.

"It's a little sensitive," I admit, looking away.

He sets my hand down and grips me behind the head, his fingers intertwining in my hair pulling it slightly and forcing my gaze back to him. An anxious gasp comes from my throat as my heart begins to gallop. He is getting closer and closer to my face. He is breathing on my nose, and I can feel it.

His lips collide with mine, and he starts kissing me forcefully. After a second, I push the kiss away, gasping for air and protesting.

"Manny, what if Sabin comes?"

"He took my bike," he explains. He starts kissing my neck and then takes a gentle nibble of my skin. It feels amazing, but I'm so paranoid I can't enjoy it.

"What does your bike have to do with anything?"

"We'll hear him pull up to the house. Now shut up and kiss me," he growls, leaving my neck and placing his luscious lips on mine again. I kiss him back, letting him bite, pull,  and suck on my lips. He's way more advanced at this than I am. I have no idea what I'm doing; I'm simply surrendering to the impulses of my body.

Unexpectedly he lifts my shirt revealing my boobs, and starts sucking on one of my nipples. I moan loudly, my head shooting back I'm actually getting dizzy from the euphoria.

His hands go to my ass as he effortlessly lifts me on top of the table and starts undoing my pants with an air of confidence.

"Manny...Manny, wait," I oppose, my hands flying on top of his.

"What?!"

"I-I... I never..." I stammer out between breaths. 

His black, thick eyebrows rocket upwards as his excitement grows. "Are you a virgin?"