WARNINGS: SMUT, Oral Sex(F receiving), Slight Non-Consensual, Spit Play
PAIRINGS: Vampire!Stack x Black OC
Synopsis: Summer, 1995. The air is thick with heat and music as Tenille steps into Mississippiโs most legendary party, expecting nothing more than a night of dancing and distraction. But when she meets Stackโa man whose charm is hypnotic and whose presence feels centuries deepโeverything changes. Thereโs something about him that defies explanation. And as the night stretches toward dawn, Tenille begins to realize that Stack isnโt just unforgettableโheโs not entirely human.
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Mississippi in July didnโt sleepโit sweltered. The air was thick with humidity and the scent of honeysuckle, fried catfish, and cigarette smoke. Cicadas screamed from the trees like they were trying to out-sing the music pouring from every open door downtown. It was 1995, and the cityโs biggest summer party had taken over the streetsโan annual ritual of sweat, rhythm, and reckless joy.
Downtown was a blur of neon signs and chrome rims, of girls in gold hoops and guys in silk shirts, of laughter that echoed off brick walls and bass that shook the pavement. Corner stores stayed open late, selling grape sodas and Black & Milds to anyone with a dollar and a smile. The clubโClub Onyxโwas the epicenter. A converted warehouse with exposed beams, sticky floors, and red lights that made everyone look like they had secrets.
Tenille stepped out of the cab like she was stepping onto a stage. She wore a green, yellow, and purple hockey jerseyโoversized, bold, and unmistakably hers. Her gold necklaces caught the light, her hoop earrings swung with every step, and her red nails tapped against her clutch like a metronome. She wasnโt here for love. She wasnโt even here for trouble. She was here to dance, to forget, to feel something real in a world that often felt too quiet.
Inside, the music was loud and lowโSouthern hip-hop mixed with slow-grind R&B. The DJ spun vinyl like it was gospel, and the crowd moved like a single body, pulsing with heat and desire. Tenille found her girls near the bar, already laughing, already tipsy.
โThere she go!โ Shara shouted, waving her hands. โMiss Jackson if ya nasty!โ
Tenille strutted over, jersey swinginโ, gold hoops catchinโ the strobe light. โYโall bettaโ be glad I came here.โ
Keisha laughed, pulling her onto the floor. โGirl, hush and catch this beat. DJ playinโ our cut!โ
Tasha was already mid-dip, her acrylics in the air, curls bouncinโ like springs. โAinโt nobody sittinโ down tonight!โ
The beat dropped, and the girls hit it hardโshoulders popping, hips rolling, knees bent low like they was born to do it. Tenille dropped it, came back up slow, and hit a little two-step that made a dude nearby spill his drink.
โLawd,โ he muttered, watching her. โYโall from around here?โ
Keisha hollered, โThis that Delta bounce, baby! You ainโt ready!โ
The DJ switched it up, slidinโ into โShoopโ by Salt-N-Pepa. Tasha screamed, โOoooh! Thatโs my shit!โ and started rappinโ every word like she was on stage.
Tenille shouted, โYโall better act like yโall got knees!โ
Shara grabbed a strangerโs hand and spun him. โDonโt be scared, baby! I ainโt gonโ bite unless you ask nice!โ
Keisha leaned into Tenille, breathless. โGirl, this the kinda night we gonโ talk about when we old and sittinโ on somebodyโs porch.โ
Tenille nodded, smiling. โShoot, Iโm tryna make memories and mistakes.โ
Tasha hollered, โYโall better dance like your ex just walked in with his new lil thang!โ
Shara cackled. โIf I see mine, Iโma dance harder just to remind him what he fumbled!โ
Keisha added, โAnd if I see mine, Iโma ask him to hold my purse while I twerk.โ
They all burst out laughing. The music kept pumping, the floor stayed hot, and the girls were the storm in the middle of it allโloud, proud, and Southern to the bone.
Stack sat back in the velvet booth, one arm stretched across the top, his drink untouched. The women around him were leaning in closeโlaughing, flirting, trying to get a reaction. One had her hand on his thigh, another was whispering in his ear, breath hot with gin and lip gloss.
He didnโt hear a word of it.
His eyes were locked on the dance floor.
Tenille was out there, jersey swinging off one shoulder, gold hoops catchingโ the strobe light, red nails flashing as she moved. She wasnโt just dancing-she was commanding. Her hips rolled with the beat, her smile flashed like lightning, and the crowd gave her space like they knew better.
She moved like she was born in rhythm. Like her body remembered something her mind didnโt. Stack licked his lips slow, imagining the way she might tasteโwarm, sweet, alive.
Stack stood up adjusting his sweater. โYโall sweet company, no doubtโฆ but I seen somethinโ down there I canโt ignore. โScuse me, ladies.โ
Stack stepped down from the velvet-lined VIP section, his Timbs hitting the floor with quiet confidence. The crowd pulsed around him, but he moved like he had a mapโeyes locked on Tenille.
She was dancing, but not for attention. Her moves were sharp, self-contained. She didnโt need anyone to validate her rhythm.
Stack didnโt interrupt. He waited until the beat dipped, then stepped into her spaceโnot too close, just enough to be noticed.
His senses activated as soon as he got near her. He had to stop himself from drooling at how good she smelled. Her sweat mixed the smell of Spritz and the soft smell of Cocoa butter filled his nostrils.
If she smelled this good imagine how good she tas-
โฆStack clenched his jaw and pulled the thought back before it got too far. He wasnโt here to feed just yetโhe was here to feel. And Tenille? She had him feeling more than heโd planned.
โYou been out here killinโ it,โ he said, voice low and steady. โThought Iโd come say somethinโ before the night ended.โ
Tenille didnโt smile, but her eyes stayed on him. โYou from around here?โ
โClarksdale,โ he said. โBorn and raised. You?โ
He nodded. โAlright then. You got that Jackson edge.โ
She raised an eyebrow. โWhat edge?โ
โThe kind that donโt take no mess.โ
Tenille gave a short laugh. โYou ainโt wrong.โ
They stood there for a moment, the music rolling around them.
โYou got a name?โ she asked.
โStack,โ he said. โAnd you?โ
โNice to meet you, Tenille.โ
She didnโt say anything, just kept moving to the beat. Stack matched her rhythm, hands low, respectful.
โYou mind if I dance with you?โ he asked.
Tenille paused, then gave a small nod. โJust donโt get too close.โ
They dancedโslow, steady, no pressure. Stack kept his eyes on her face, not her body. She noticed that. Her shoulders relaxed a little.
โYou donโt talk much,โ she said.
โAinโt much to say when the musicโs good.โ
She gave him a look, not quite a smile, but close.
The song faded, and Stack leaned in just enough to be heard.
โYou thirsty?โ he asked. โIโll buy you a drink.โ
They walked off the floor together, her girls watching from the side. Stack nodded at them.
โI got her,โ he said. โShe good with me.โ
Keisha raised an eyebrow. โShe better be.โ
Stack smiled, gold tooth flashing. โShe will.โ
Tenille looked at him again, this time with less guard and more curiosity. Stack didnโt rush it. He just let the night do what it was gonna do.
Stack led Tenille through the crowd, not holding her hand, but walking close enough that she didnโt get bumped. The bar was busy, folks leaning in loud, trying to get the bartenderโs attention. Stack didnโt push or waveโhe just waited, calm and steady.
Tenille leaned on the counter, glancing sideways at him. โYou always this patient?โ
Stack smiled, dimples showing, gold tooth catching the light. โAinโt no point in rushinโ. Drink gonโ come when it come.โ
She nodded, impressed but not showing it too much. โMost dudes be hollerinโ.โ
โI ainโt most dudes.โ
The bartender finally came over. Stack didnโt hesitate. โCrown, straight for the lady. Iโll take Henny.โ
Tenille raised an eyebrow. โYou remembered.โ
โHell yeah. How I forget something from someone as beautiful as you.โ
They got their drinks, and Stack handed hers over without a word. She took it, sipped slow, eyes still on him.
โYou from Clarksdale, huh?โ she asked.
โYeah. Grew up off Highway 61. Blues country.โ
โYou still live out there?โ
โNah. I move around. Got a spot outside town now. Quiet.โ
Tenille nodded. โI like quiet.โ
Stack leaned on the bar, facing her. โYou still stay in Jackson?โ
โYep. Still there. For now.โ
He took a sip of his drink, then looked at her. โYou come out here often?โ
โNot really. My girls wanted to get out the house. I just tagged along.โ
โWell, Iโm glad you did.โ
She gave him a lookโhalf skeptical, half curious. โYou always this flirtatious.โ
Stack chuckled. โI just talk regular. Folks either like it or they donโt.โ
Tenille smiled, finally. โYou alright.โ
They stood there for a moment, letting the music thump behind them, letting the drinks settle in. Her girls were still watching from across the room, but Tenille didnโt seem in a rush to go back.
โYou dance good,โ she said.
She laughed. โI know.โ
Stack grinned, dimples deep. โConfidence look good on you.โ
Tenille sipped her drink again, then set it down. โYou tryna be out all night or you just passinโ through?โ
โI ainโt got nowhere I need to be. You?โ
She shrugged. โDepends.โ
โOn how the night goes.โ
Stack nodded. โFair enough.โ
They didnโt say much after that. Just stood close, letting the silence do its job. No pressure. No games. Just two folks from Mississippi, sharing a drink and a little bit of time.
The DJ slid into Kut Kloseโs โI Like,โ and the whole room shifted. Lights dimmed low, bass slowed down, and folks started moving like they had something sweet on their minds.
Stack leaned in close to Tenille. โMmm... you know this one, donโtcha?โ
Tenille smiled, already swaying. โYeah. This one right here? Classic.โ
Stack didnโt say nothing else. Just held out his hand, palm up. She took it, and they eased onto the floor.
They moved slow. Real slow. Stackโs hand found her waist, gentle but sure. Her fingers rested on his shoulder, light as cotton.
The music wrapped around them like a warm July night. Stack leaned in, his breath tickling her ear. โYou smell damn good. I wonder if you taste just as sweet.โ
Tenille whimpered and her legs slightly buckled at his words. Stack smirked seeing the affect he had on her.
They danced close, bodies speaking a language older than words. Her hips matched his rhythm, and his hand didnโt wanderโit just held her like he knew how to treat something precious.
Then came that momentโquiet, electric. Stack tilted his head, eyes searching hers through his glasses. โCan I?โ
Tenille didnโt answer with words. She leaned in, lips meeting his in a kiss that was slow, warm, and full of promise.
When they pulled back, Stack kept his voice low. โI got me a lil spot not far from here. Ainโt nothinโ fancy, but itโs quiet. You wanna ride out with me?โ
Tenille paused, then nodded. โAlright.โ
They walked over to her girls, who were watching like hawks.
Shara stepped up first. โGirl, where you goinโ?โ
Tenille grabbed her purse, calm. โStack invited me over.โ
Keisha frowned. โYou sure? You just met him.โ
Tenille nodded. โIโm good.โ
Stack raised both hands, respectful. โShe safe with me. I ainโt no fool.โ
Shara looked him up and down, then back at Tenille. โKeep your pager on you. You hear me?โ
Keisha added, โIf he act funny, you hit us up. We cominโ.โ
Stack chuckled, voice low. โAinโt gonโ be no need for that. I treat folks right.โ
Tenille hugged her girls quick, then turned to Stack. โLetโs go.โ
They stepped out into the night, the music still humming behind them. The Mississippi air was thick, but it felt goodโlike something was about to happen.
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Before the door could even close, the two were already on each other. Stack kicked the door shut with his foot, and picked up Tenille. She wrapped her legs around him, moaning feeling his tongue enter her mouth.
He carried her down the hallway, his lips trailing along her neck as she clung to him. Her eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of the hallway mirrorโand froze. The glass reflected only her, suspended in midair. Stackโs image was missing entirely. A chill ran through her spine. It was as if she were being held by something not fully there, something impossible.
Her breath hitched, but before her thoughts could spiral, Stackโs voice brushed against her ear.
โI wanted your pussy on my mouth since I saw you, baby.โ
His grip tightened just slightly, grounding her in the moment.
โYou gonโ let me please you, tonight.โ
Tenille didnโt answer. She couldnโtโnot yet. Her mind was still stuck on that mirror, on the absence that shouldnโt have been possible. But her body leaned into him anyway, caught between fear and desire, heat and cold, reality and something else.
Tenilleโs breath caught. Her body was already leaning into him, but her mind hadnโt let go of what she saw.
She pressed her hand to his chest, firm. โPut me down.โ
Stack paused, brow raised. โYou sure, baby?โ
โI need to stand,โ she said. โI need to see you.โ
He didnโt argue. He set her down slow, like she was something delicate. Her feet hit the floor, and she backed up a step, eyes scanning him.
โYou wore them shades all night,โ she said. โEven inside.โ
โAinโt no such thing as too much shade down here.โ
โAnd in the mirrorโฆโ Her voice faltered. โI ainโt see you. Just me. Floatinโ.โ
Stackโs smile didnโt fade, but it didnโt reach his eyes either. โMirrors be tricky sometimes.โ
โNo,โ she said, voice tightening. โThey ainโt.โ
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her like he had all the time in the world. โYou scared?โ
Tenille swallowed. โNot scared. Justโฆ confused.โ
Stack stepped closer, slow and easy. โThen stop thinkinโ. Feel me.โ
She didnโt move. Not yet. But her body was still humming, still drawn to him.
Stack stepped closer to Tenille, the colors of his Coogi sweater catching the low light like fire stitched into fabric. He moved like the night was his to command.
Without a word, he reached up and slid his sunglasses off, folding them with care and slipping them into his pocket.
Tenilleโs breath caught.
His eyesโbrown, but threaded with glowing hints of blueโlit up faintly in the dark. Not like a trick of the light. Not like anything sheโd ever seen. They pulsed like something alive beneath the surface.
She took a half-step back, startled. Her heart thudded hard against her ribs.
Stack didnโt flinch. He just watched her, calm and unreadable.
โYou wanna really know who I am, darlinโ?โ he asked, voice velvet-smooth.
Tenille swallowed, her body still humming with heat, her mind spinning with questions. But she didnโt look away.
Tenille didnโt speak. She just nodded, slow and cautious.
Stackโs expression softened, just a little. โItโs a long story,โ he said. โYou might wanna sit down for this.โ
Tenille hesitated, her fingers hovering just above his. Then, slowly, she placed her hand in his.
He led her down the hallway, past the mirror she couldnโt stop thinking about, and into the bedroom.
It was dark. The walls swallowed the light, but the red curtains glowed faintly from the streetlamp outside. The bed was dressed in deep red silk, the sheets catching the light like liquid. Everything in the room felt heavy, intimate, like it had been waiting for this moment.
Stack turned to her, still holding her hand.
โYou sure you ready?โ he asked.
Tenille sat on the edge of the bed, the red silk sheets cool beneath her fingers. The room was quiet, thick with the weight of what sheโd just seenโhis eyes still glowing faintly in the dark.
Stack stood across from her, framed by the red curtains.
He took a breath, slow and steady. โNameโs Elias. Folks used to call me Stack. Still do.โ
Tenille looked up at him, silent.
โI was born here in Mississippi,โ he said. โBack when the roads was dirt and the nights was louder than the days. Had a twinโElijah. Folks called him Smoke. We left home young, went overseas. War changed us.โ
He paused, eyes flickering.
โWhen we came back, we ainโt stay long. Ended up in Chicago. Got into some things. Ran with some people. Al Capone, if you can believe it. But that cityโฆ it ainโt never felt like home. So we came back. Opened a juke joint. Thought we could build somethinโ real.โ
Tenilleโs brows furrowed. โThat wasโฆ what, the thirties?โ
Stack gave a slow nod. โโBout that.โ
She stared at him. โThat ainโt possible.โ
He stepped closer. โAinโt much about me that is.โ
Tenilleโs breath caught again. โWhat happened?โ
Stackโs eyes darkened, the glow pulsing faintly. โThey came. The night we opened. Not people. Not really. Somethinโ else. Took Smoke.Left me with teeth and hunger and time.โ
He looked down at his hands, flexed them once.
โI been walkinโ ever since. Tryinโ to stay ahead of what I became. Tryinโ not to lose whatโs left.โ
Tenilleโs voice was barely a whisper. โAnd me?โ
Stack looked at her, something soft flickering behind the glow. โYou feel like a reason to stop runninโ.โ
Tenille stared at him, her brows drawn tight, unsure if sheโd heard him right.
Stackโs voice was low. โI been alone a long time, sweetheart. Lookinโ for someone to walk with me. Not just for a season. For good.โ
He stepped closer, the glow in his eyes pulsing faintly. โWhen I saw you on that dance floorโฆ everything in me went quiet. I just knew. I had to have you.โ
He paused, letting the words settle.
โFor eternity. Forever.โ
Tenilleโs breath caught. A chill ran down her spine, not from fearโbut from the weight of it. The finality. The promise.
She didnโt speak. She couldnโt.
She wasnโt ready to be with anyone. Maybe for a night. Definitely not for eternity.
Tenille stayed seated on the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the red silk sheets. Her voice was quiet, but firm. โIโm not ready. I canโt give you forever.โ
Stack didnโt move. His glowing eyes stayed locked on hers, but something shifted in his face. The calm was gone.
โYou sure?โ he asked, voice low but harder now.
She nodded. โIโm sorry.โ
Stack turned slightly, jaw tight. The glow in his eyes flaredโblue bleeding into gold, pulsing faster. His breath came heavier.
โI been patient,โ he said. โI been walkinโ this world with hunger in my bones and silence in my chest. You think I came this far just to hear no?โ
Tenilleโs heart pounded. She didnโt answer.
Stack stepped closer. His face was tense, eyes burning.
โYou donโt know what itโs like,โ he said. โTo feel it every night. That ache. That need.โ
Tenille shifted back on the bed, her body tense. โStackโฆโ
He didnโt stop. โI ainโt askinโ anymore.โ
His voice was different nowโrough, edged with something sharp. The hunger was there, in his eyes, in the way he moved.
Tenilleโs breath sped up. โPleaseโฆโ
Stack stopped at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. โI donโt want to hurt you, darlinโ. But I ainโt built to be alone no more.โ
She tried to stand, but he was already thereโclose, too close.
Tenilleโs voice cracked. โDonโt do this.โ
Stackโs eyes flared again. โThen donโt leave.โ
Tenilleโs heart was jackhammering in her chest. She slid off the bed fast, her legs shaky but moving. Stack didnโt lunge, he just turned his head slow, eyes glowing like coals, watching her like a predator that didnโt need to chase.
She bolted down the hallway, socks slipping on the hardwood, and ducked into the guest room. Slammed the door. Locked it.
Her pager was already in her hand. She punched in Sharaโs emergency code โ 911 โ followed by her address. Hit send.
She stared at the screen. No beep. No vibration. No confirmation.
โWhat the hellโฆโ she muttered, hitting the buttons again. Still nothing.
Outside the door, Stackโs footsteps creaked. No rush. Just in a calm rhythm.
โYou think that little toy gonna save you?โ he said. โThis house donโt play by your rules, baby.โ
Tenille backed into the corner, clutching the pager like it might still work if she prayed hard enough.
Stackโs voice came again, closer now. โYou paginโ ghosts. Ainโt nobody cominโ.โ
She looked around the room. One window. No landline. No phone. Just her, the broken pager, and whatever Stack was becoming.
โI didnโt want it to go this way,โ he said. โBut you made your choice.โ
Behind her, the doorknob rattled.
Tenille backed toward the window, fingers fumbling with the latch. She tried to lift itโnothing. It wouldnโt budge. She shoved harder. Locked tight.
Stackโs voice came again, smoother now. โTenilleโฆ baby girl, open this door.โ
โI ainโt mad,โ he said. โI just want to talk. Just want to see you. You know I ainโt never met nobody like you.โ
His voice dipped, slow and syrupy. โYou had somethinโ in you, Tenille. The way you moved out thereโฆ like you wasnโt just dancinโ. Like you was callinโ me.โ
He paused. โI ainโt never seen a woman carry heat like that. Like your soul already knew mine.โ
Tenilleโs breath hitched. She turned back to the door, eyes wide.
โI ainโt tryinโ to scare you,โ Stack said. โIโm tryinโ to love you. Real love. The kind that donโt fade. The kind that donโt die.โ
The doorknob rattled again, harder this time.
โI can give you everything,โ he whispered. โYouโll never be cold again. Never be lonely.โ
Tenille stepped back, pager still clutched in her hand. The window was sealed. The door was shaking. And Stack was losing patience.
His voice dropped to a growl. โYou mine, Tenille. You just donโt know it yet.โ
He paused, then his voice dropped lower, rougher.
โYou came here wantinโ it. Donโt lie. You wanted to feel me on you. Wanted me to take you down and make you forget your damn name.โ
Tenilleโs breath caught. She stepped back from the door, pager still clutched in her hand.
โYou think I didnโt see it?โ Stack continued. โThe way you looked at me. The way you let me touch you. You wanted to get fucked, Tenille. You wanted it deep and slow, or hard and fastโI could see it all over you.โ
The doorknob rattled again, harder this time.
โI didnโt drag you here,โ he said. โYou walked in. You wanted me. And I still want you. But I ainโt built to beg.โ
Tenilleโs eyes darted to the window again. Still sealed. No way out.
Stackโs voice was a growl now. โOpen this door. Let me give you what you came for.โ
Tenille stared at the door, her breath shallow. The room was quiet except for the low hum of Stackโs voice bleeding through the wood.
โIโll put you on your knees,โ he said. โMake you forget how to stand. Youโll be begginโ with your mouth full, cryinโ for more while Iโm still inside you.โ
Her legs moved before her mind caught up. One step. Then another.
โIโll bend you over that dresser,โ he continued, rough now. โGrip your hips so tight youโll feel me for days. You want that. You came here wantinโ to be ruined.โ
Tenilleโs hand brushed the wall for balance. Her knees were weak, her heart racing.
โIโll make you forget your own rules,โ Stack growled. โMake you say my name like itโs the only word you know.โ
She reached the door. Her fingers hovered near the knob. The wood was warm. Like it was breathing.
โYou ainโt scared,โ he said. โYouโre ready. You just donโt wanna admit it.โ
Tenille closed her eyes. Her hand touched the knob.
Stackโs voice dropped to a whisper. โLet me in, baby.โ
Her body moved before her mind could catch up.
The pager slipped from her hand, landing on the floor with a soft thud. Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, and without thinking, she turned it.
The door hung open, just a crack.
Stack stood just outside, eyes glowing faintly, smile slow and crooked โ his gold grills catching the light like a warning and a promise.
โDoorโs open, but I ainโt cominโ in โless you say it.โ
Tenilleโs breath hitched. Her fingers trembled against the edge of the door.
Stack leaned closer, one hand resting just outside the threshold. โSay the word, baby girl. Let me in.โ
โIโll treat you right,โ he said. โMake you feel like you ainโt never been touched before. Youโll forget every man before me.โ
His smile widened, those gold fronts gleaming. โI ainโt gonna take nothinโ you donโt give. But if you want it โ if you want me โ you gotta say it.โ
Tenille looked into his eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper.
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The moment the words left her lips, the air shifted.
Stack stepped inside slowly, his eyes locked on hers.
He didnโt speak. Just reached out and cupped her face with one hand.
Tenille froze, breath caught in her throat.
She tensed at first, unsure, her body stiff with hesitation. But as his mouth moved against hers, something inside her began to melt. Her shoulders relaxed. Her eyes fluttered shut.
He kissed her like he knew her. Like heโd been waiting for this moment longer than she could imagine.
And for a few seconds, Tenille let herself forget everything else.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched hers. โYou feel that?โ he murmured. โThatโs real.โ
Tenilleโs breath trembled. She nodded, barely.
Stack smiled again. โI ainโt gonna rush you,โ he said. โBut you let me in, and Iโm yours now. You understand?โ
She swallowed hard. โI think so.โ
He leaned in, forehead resting gently against hers. โYou donโt gotta think. Just feel.โ
The room felt different now. Charged. Quiet. Like the house itself was watching.
Stack didnโt say another word.
He took her hand, fingers laced tight, and guided her gently down the hallway. Tenille followed, her steps slow, her breath uneven. The house was quiet, every creak of the floorboards echoing like a heartbeat.
They reached the bedroom.
Stack turned to face her, eyes locked on hers. That gold smile flickered again, but softer now. He raised her hand to his lips, kissed her knuckles, then let go.
Tenille stood still as he stepped closer, his hands finding her waist, his touch firm but careful.
Tenilleโs lips parted, but no words came out. Her heart was thudding so loud she swore he could hear it.
He smiled, slow and knowing. โYou ainโt gotta be scared,โ he said. โIโll take my time. Make sure you feel every second.โ
He leaned in just enough for her to feel the heat rolling off him.
โI wonโt bite,โ he added, lips close to her ear, โunless you ask.โ
Tenilleโs breath caught, her body tense with anticipation. But she didnโt pull away.
Stackโs eyes searched hers, waiting.
She swallowed hard, her body tense, but her gaze didnโt waver. โIโm not scared,โ she said quietly.
Stack leaned in, โThen say it.โ
Tenille hesitated, breath catching in her throat. But the way he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world worth touching made her pulse race.
โI want you,โ she whispered.
Stackโs smile widened. โThatโs all I needed to hear.โ
He kissed her again, deeper this time, and Tenille didnโt hold back. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, letting the moment swallow her whole.
Stack slid his arms around her waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing, carrying her to the bed with ease. He laid her down gently, eyes never leaving hers.
Then his hands found the hem of her hockey jersey.
โYou been hidinโ all this from me?โ he said, grinning as he pulled it up slow. โMm. Look at you.โ
The jersey slid over her head, revealing soft curves and warm skin. Stackโs gaze lingered, hungry but reverent.
โDamn, girl,โ he murmured.
Stack leaned down, his breath warm against her skin. His lips brushed her chest, before he took her nipples in his mouth sucking them, savoring her like a secret.
Tenille gasped softly, her fingers resting at the back of his head. She held him there, her body arching into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as heat bloomed across her skin.
After savoring her, he lifted his head just enough to meet Tenilleโs eyes.
โYou ainโt even ready,โ he murmured, voice thick like honey.
Then he shifted, trailing kisses down her chest, across her ribs, and lower still. His tongue followed, leaving a long, warm stripe down the center of her stomach. Tenille shivered beneath him, her breath catching as her fingers curled tighter.
Stack paused just above her hips, eyes flicking up with that same teasing glint.
His hand slid down, fingers brushing the waistband of her underwear. He didnโt rush โ just let them rest there, teasing the edge, waiting for her breath to catch.
Tenilleโs body arched slightly, her skin alive beneath his touch.
Stack grinned. โSay the word,โ he whispered. โIโll keep goinโ.โ
Tenille nodded, breathless. โKeep goinโ, please.โ
He hooked his fingers under the waistband and eased her panties down. As they slid past her hips, his eyes locked on the small, neatly trimmed patch on her pussyโalready glistening with anticipation.
Stackโs gaze darkened, lips parting with a low hum.
โMm,โ he murmured. โLook at youโฆ already drippinโ for me.โ
Tenilleโs breath hitched, her body arching again as his fingers brushed her thigh, teasing the edge of where she wanted him most.
Stack leaned in, mouth close, voice even closer.
โYou been waitinโ on this, huh?โ he whispered. โI got you.โ
Stackโs glowing eyes never left hers as he slid his hands beneath her thighs, lifting and wrapping them around his shoulders. His mouth hovered just above her pussy, breath warm against her skin.
Tenilleโs fingers gripped the sheets, her breath shallow.
Then he leaned in, tongue flicking over her clit in one stroke.
โOhโโ she gasped, hips rising.
Stack hummed low against her, the vibration rolling through her like a pulse. His lips wrapped around her, sucking gently, then deeper.
โDonโt stop,โ she whispered, voice barely there.
Stack didnโt answer โ just hummed again, mouth working with steady rhythm.
Tenille moaned softly, her body trembling beneath him.
He was locked in, focused, and she was unraveling.
Tenilleโs moans filled the room, soft and breathless.
Below, the pressure in his jeans had grown unbearable โ his dick straining hard against the denim. With one hand still gripping her thigh, he reached down and undid his pants, swift and practiced, never breaking rhythm. He pushed past the waistband of his boxers, freeing himself with a low groan as his hand wrapped around his fat, veiny dick.
He stroked himself slowly, the tension in his body rising with every sound she made.
Stack hummed low against her, the vibration rolling through her, making her hips buck.
โYou got me so damn hard, baby,โ he muttered against her. โIโm โbout to bust just from tastinโ you.โ
Stackโs grip tightened, stroking himself in rhythm with her moans.
This wasnโt just hunger.
His mouth moved with more intent now โ lips sealing around her, tongue continuously licking her clit. Tenilleโs hips lifted, her breath catching with every pass.
She whimpered, โStackโฆโ
He groaned again as his hand worked, matching the rhythm of her unraveling.
Tenilleโs thighs tightened around his shoulders, her voice breaking. โIโm closeโฆโ
Stack lifted his eyes. โCome on,โ he murmured. โCum on my tongue.โ
She gasped, her body arching.
โThatโs it, baby,โ he coaxed, lips brushing her pussy. โDonโt hold back. I wanna feel you fall apart on me.โ
โYouโre right there,โ he breathed. โLet it go. I got you.โ
Her release hit hard, a full-body tremble that left her breathless. Stack held her through it, mouth never leaving her, hand still stroking himself.
He groaned deep, the sound guttural and raw, and with one final stroke, he spilled his nut into his hand, breath ragged, body shuddering as he buried his face against her thigh.
When he sat up, there was drool glistening on his chin, a mix of her release and his own hunger.
Tenille blinked, breath still shaky. โStackโฆ youโre drooling.โ
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked at her with that sinful grin.
โYou want a taste, sugar?โ he drawled, eyes locked on hers.
She nodded, lips parting.
Stack reached out, his hand curling gently around her neck โ firm, grounding, possessive.
โOpen that pretty mouth,โ he said.
He tilted his head, let the spit fall.
Tenille moaned, swallowing without hesitation, her eyes fluttering shut.
Stack growled low, then kissed her hard โ messy and deep, tongue sweeping in to claim what was his.
Then he pulled back just enough to look her in the eye.
โYou so damn sexy, baby. You know that?โ he said, eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing that mattered.
Tenilleโs breath was still shaky, her lips parted from the kiss, her body humming from everything heโd just done to her.
Then her eyes drifted down.
Thick, flushed, and twitching against his stomach โ a mess of need that hadnโt faded, even after release.
Stack caught her staring and smirked. โYou like what you see?โ
His hand slid up her thigh, grip firm. โYou want it inside you?โ
Her answer was a whisper, but it carried weight. โYes.โ
Stack leaned in, eyes locked on hers. โThen come take it, baby. Iโm yours.โ
He let the moment stretch, voice dropping to a low drawl.
โYou ever been fucked by a vampire?โ
Tenilleโs breath caught.
Her body answered before her mouth did โ a slow shift forward, hips tilting, eyes burning with need.
And then, with her lips barely parted, she whispered, โNot yet.โ
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