Stacey leant against the wall, sipping his drink. Staring at the room that had become stuffy inside.
Someone stepped out in the hall dressed in an all black suit, his suave black hair brushed back behind his ear as one stubborn bang escaped and fell in front of his eyes.
He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, then flicked the lighter repeatedly until he got it lit.
Stacey watched mesmerized.
Hunter Mannington.
Shit, the one person I should be avoiding tonight.
But he stopped sipping the cup, still up to his lips, so he could get a look at Hunter without looking like he was.
But god, he was beautiful.
"Are you done eyeing me up and down?" Hunter broke the silence with a smirk playing on his lips.
Stacey pulled the cup from his lips and smiled.
"Oh, I could ask you the same thing, gorgeous," Stacey said, pushing off the wall and sauntering over to him.
His gaze lingered on his curves, barely hidden beneath that sexy little suit.
"Fuck, and what are you doing out here and not in my party?"
"It was hot and stuffy."
He said clearly, a bit tipsy.
"Seems like we both had enough of the boring party inside."
Stacey nodded before Hunter could even say yes or no to his observation.
He stepped closer to Hunter. invading his personal space.
Hunter's free hand reached out and wrapped around his hip, thumb rubbing circles through the thin fabric.
"How about we ditch the crowds and find somewhere more… private?"
Stacey tilted his head, thinking about it, looking at Hunter from beneath hooded lids. The bulge in his pants strained against the zipper, eager for attention.
"I." Stacey didn't even get a chance to respond. Hunter leaned in and stole a kiss. He pulled back, lips on fire and bristling from he impact of Hunter's demanding kiss.
"It's been a while since I've had a woman, but I've never played with a man before, but you are pretty, what's your name?" He purred.
Stacey smirked. "Stacey."
Hunter grinned like a wolf on a bone. "Okay, Stace."
Hunter's eyes flashed with desire, a smirk curling his lips.
"What do you want me to do, Stace?" he purred, voice low and husky. He took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly into Stacey's face. Stacey flushed.
I can't let him go down that hall, maybe take him upstairs. But if we go upstairs, we are gonna do it, aren't we? And what's so bad about that? Hunter Mannington as your first time? Is that so bad, the prince of the city, wrapped around you? It's bad. It's so bad it can only be right.
His free hand slid from Stacey's hip, trailing down to grip his ass possessively.
"Maybe I should bend you over right here and fuck you senseless," Hunter growled when he didn't answer, coming close enough so that when he thrust his hard cock rubbed against Stacey's thigh.
"Show everyone who you belong to." His other hand came up to tilt Stacey's chin, forcing him to meet his intense gaze..
"Or maybe I'll take you upstairs to my room instead… strip you naked… worship every inch of this sexy body…" Hunter licked his lips, drinking in the sight of Stacey's face. Stacey wondered how drunk he seemed, or how turned on.
He didn't have to fake a distraction so Hunter wouldn't go down the other hall. He didn't have to fake any of his arousal at all.
"The choice is yours, sweetheart. Just know that once I start, I won't stop until I've made you mine completely."
"Yes, let's go upstairs." He said eagerly, the drink more than clouding his decisions a little.
Hunter grinned wickedly, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall. He grabbed Stacey's hand, pulling him close. Leading Stacey by the hand up the ain't staircase. They were barely halfway up when Hunter pulled him in, and those lips were greedily pressing into his, but more demanding this time, forcing their way inside, flicking his tongue into that heat.
Stacey moaned and sucked on that tongue, then switched, giving Hunter his tongue inside his mouth instead. Hunter bit it.
Stacey gasped. The kiss broke.
Hunter chuckled, dangerously.
The whole man was dangerous, and Stacey realized he might have bitten off more than he could chew, but Hunter was finding him easy to chew on.
Hunter dragged him up the stairs and let Stacey stumble. After a second, he stopped pulling him.
Stacey stopped wondering what he wanted.
"Go ahead of me, to the top of the stairs, then stop." He ordered.
Stacey looked at him, nibbled on his lip, then listened, going ahead, his tight ass swaying with each step, giving Hunter the view he had obviously wanted.
At the top of the stairs, he stopped, and before he could ask what to do, Hunter had grabbed his thighs and pulled him up.
"Wrap you're legs around me."
He obeyed.
Hunter pushed Stacey against the hallway wall, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss. His hands roamed greedily, groping and squeezing.
He nipped at Stacey's neck, sucking a dark hickey into his skin.
"Mmm, you're so fucking hot…" Hunter groaned between kisses. "Gonna make you feel so good, Stace. Gonna ruin you for anyone else."
"Mmmmh, Hunter… Help me." Stacey whined desperately.
He nipped at Stacey's neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin as he walked them backwards
Hunter grabbed his bottom and forced his legs around his waist. He blinked at Hunter.
It was a dream. A heady delightful dream.
Hunter was listening to him.
That's how he knew it was a dream.
Hunter's bright green eyes were hazy, and his cheeks and lips flushed with a nice tan hue as he leaned forward.
Stacey smirked and ran his hands playfully through that coif of dark brown hair, a gesture he had always wanted to do. His fingers normally itched desperately for the flood of dark hair to be in them. And now his dreams were going wild tonight.
He had dreamt of Hunter taking him, wildly, inhibitions and restrictions gone, but He always woke up after the kiss.
Hunter leaned forward and his nose nuzzled across the bridge of his.
Stacey's eyelashes fluttered, beating against Hunter's face.
He has never done that before.
The hands that were holding him aloft went from cupping him to the fingers digging into the flesh, greedily.
He had also never done that before.
Before he could finish that thought Stacey's back was slammed into a wall and the breath blew out of his lungs directly into Hunters face.
Hunter closed his eyes and Stacey winced ready for Hunter to yell at him, but when Hunter's eyes opened back up it was like the jolt had knocked away the haze, and in its place those stormy clouds he was used to glaring at him had returned.
Stacey opened his mouth to apologize, but Hunter's lips were all over his.
His deep moan rumbling into Stacey's lips and throat.
It was delicious
Greedy.
And demanding.