Peter
After giving up looking for her friends, Stiles decided to at least try to have fun. It was a little underwhelming to be honest, there was a lot of alcohol and good music, but Stiles just couldn’t get in the mood to party.
“Stiles!” She looked around until she found the person who was calling her.
“Lydia?”
"Here!" Lydia called out waving frantically, her lipstick all smudged and her clothes completely crumpled with buttons buttoned wrongly. She was surrounded by men, all handsome and muscular. God, how can she manage to do that?
"Where were you?"
Lydia burst out laughing and gave me a look that could kill. Wisely I kept quiet and waited for some kind of introduction or goodbye. Certainly not what happened next.
Someone stumbled and made Stiles fall on the lap of a Greek god, she didn't know if she cursed her luck or was thankful for it. The stranger had beautiful blue eyes, very kissable lips, dark blond hair, and a leather coat. They both remained silent until the stranger smiled and Stiles felt herself melt, he had a beautiful smile with lovely dimples.
"Hello, stranger." He greeted her with laughter in his voice and a mischievous gleam in his blue eyes. Stiles felt herself blush. Damn, he was gorgeous and he smelled really good. She tried to get off the stranger’s lap but he was holding her still with one arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand holding a beer.
Oh, those hands, those hands felt so warm against her skin, even through the fabric of her dress. She swallowed hard and tried to get up again just for the stranger to pull her a little closer to his body. Jesus, he had a very good body.
"I’m Peter," he introduced himself. And there was that sexy smile again.
"Stiles," she forced herself to say and unlike Peter her voice came out a little strangled and not even remotely sexy. Apparently that didn't matter, because his smile grew. "So can I get a chair?"
"Why? Aren't you comfortable?" he asked softly, looking into her eyes.
She was speechless, this stranger had just met her and seemed interested in keeping her close to him, Stiles was not the kind of woman who catches attention of men like Peter. In fact men like him don't even notice her existence and here it was he holding her as if she were a gift that literally fell on his lap. Besides, there was this thing in his gaze that looked like a predator that found it’s prey and made her stand on the border between horny and frightened.
To be completely honest she was moving more into the horny category than scared one-which somehow scared her even more-she tried to think of something to say, but Lydia was much quicker than her.
"Have you seen Scott or Allison?"
"I couldn't find them. Maybe they left?"
"And leave us here? Please, they know better than that. "Lydia said before snorting. "Allison does at least, Scott just has a healthy fear for his life." Lydia sipped her dry martini while one of the twins caressed her knee and the other looked vaguely interested.
"Anyway this is Ethan," she said, pointing to the twin on the left. "And Aidan" pointed at the twin stroking her knee. "Those two who are sucking each other's face are Kali and Ennis," she pointed to a couple next to Ethan. "And last but not least, Deucalion"
Deucalion was beside Aidan, but where I could clearly see the lack of interest in Ethan, Kali and Ennis, Deucalion was a little harder to tell since he was blind. Not that I think blind people can't go to parties and all that, it's just a bit weird. Peter, Deucalion and Ennis seemed to be the oldest of the group. Kali from the little I saw of her face seems to be in her thirties.
"So Stiles, what do you do?" Peter asked making that her attention returned to him, not that Lydia cared since after the introductions she and Aidan were sucking each other's face.
"I'm an executive assistant."
"Must be exhausting," he remarked before taking another sip of his beer.
"Sometimes, but lately it's only been annoying, especially since recently we came under new management, and Ms. Blake must be a demon wearing a skirt."
Peter was a good listener, and even when the subject seemed very tedious even for me, he kept asking questions and found something to make it sound fun. At some point we ended on the dance floor - well, what can be called a dance floor in a mansion in the middle of the woods- Peter was a good dancer but me, well that's another story.
At least I didn't fall to the floor which was a bonus since I was trying to dancing and while completely drunk. After what seemed to be the tenth time I'd stumbled in the air in less than a minute, we headed back to where we left our friends. And surprise, no one in sight.
"Apparently, they abandoned us."
"Again," I murmured as I squeezed my bag in anger.
"Do you want to do something a bit more exciting?" Peter asked suddenly, even his tone was different.
"Like what?"
"Oh, sweet, innocent Stiles," Peter said softly as he caressed my face. "Something involving a room and you squirming under me." Peter invaded my personal space to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling the skin of my neck causing shivers all over my body. "Something that involves you screaming my name."
Never had a few simple words sounded so arousing and threatening in my whole life. Suddenly I felt nervous and could practically feel my hymen coming back into existence.
“It's really hot in here. Aren't you hot? I mean I know you're hot—I meant ... Jesus, you know what? I'm going to just shut up now”.
"Shall we?" He asked, sounding amused.
"Definitely," I gasped.
Once again I was upstairs, only this time I would be the one who would disappear behind one of these doors. Peter led us to the end of the hall and opened a door. I felt warm, almost feverish. It was a very good heat, however, especially when Peter started kissing me and damn how he knew how to kiss.
"I'm going to rip this sweet little red dress off your body, it’s made me horny since before you fell on my lap. Could you feel it, Stiles? My hard cock against your ass? "
"In fact," I replied smiling, Peter made a sound very similar to a growl and threw me on the bed.
Oh and how I felt it, but I was too sober and too embarrassed to comment on something at that moment, which I'm not now. Peter began undressing, first his leather jacket, then his v-neck shirt, but stopped when he removed his belt.
"What's wrong?" I asked worried that he did not want me anymore.
"I just remembered that I don’t have any condoms, sorry dear"
"That isn’t a problem"
"Sorry love, but I'm not taking the risk," he said with an embarrassed smile.
"I have condoms," I said as I stood up and removed the box of condoms from my purse and handed some to Peter.
"Well, being that way."
God bless Scott and his stolen condoms. And to think that I did not want to accept anything stolen from Deaton's desk, let alone condoms. Serious what does he need them for? Does he have sex? Yuck, don't think about it now, Stiles. Peter put the condoms on the bedside table and took off his pants, frankly this man is going to kill me. I wanted to bite it, lick it maybe do both.
"I think you're too dressed up," Peter said and approached "I'd throw you in bed again, but I don’t think I could do what I'm want to."
I let out a small cry as he lifted me into his arms and set me against the wall, his hard body pressing me everywhere. Peter brushed his nose at my neck from the earlobe to my shoulder where he began to give soft kisses and bites. All I could do was gasp and moan.
"Say my name, Stiles," Peter said huskily. "Say my name and tell what you want me to do with your dress, tell me what you want me to do with your body."
I could barely think how, much less say it, and all he was doing was kissing my collarbone, his beard causing minor burns on my sensitive skin.
"Say it, Stiles," he ordered
"I want you to fuck me Peter, but if you rip this dress I will not be responsible for my actions."
He laughed against my collarbone and released me just to turn me around and press me against the wall again. I could feel his erection against my ass.
"Can you feel it, Stiles?" Peter whispered against my ear.
"Yes."
"Good, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be even better without any barriers, do you agree?"
"Yes," I gasped.
Peter carefully unzipped the dress and pulled it off slowly as he pressed light kisses all over my exposed skin. With the dress finally off he turned me to face him again. I felt myself blushing.
"What’s wrong, love?"
"I have moles" I muttered ashamed.
"Beauty marks," he chided.
And he was kissing me again. And even as we went to bed the kiss didn't break. Only when he removed his boxers and my bra. Slipping them into the bed, Peter immediately leaned down to kiss her and Stiles met him with open lips, her hands going around Peter’s neck, her fingers slipping into his soft hair while Peter's found her tits, pinching her nipples into hardness. Stiles moaned into the kiss and pulled Peter on top of her.
The hand on her side slid to her stomach, then lower, playing with her panties then slipped inside. While that was happening, little kisses were being pressed to the moles on her face, the corners of her mouth, her eyelids, and for the first time she noticed the brush of hot skin against her own. She was touching Peter's whole body and he was touched hers. Peter was built. Abs, pecs, biceps, glutes - every muscle was well developed, but not overly so. He was hers even if only for tonight. Peter leaned down and kissed her a bit more.
"You're so beautiful Stiles"Peter murmured against her cheek, then kissed her again, his hand sliding on her body and around her back to pull her closer. "You're mine, just mine, say that."
"I'm yours, Peter," she said between gasps.
Peter made a growling sound and that send shivers down her spine. Lips touched her stomach, then lower, and he removed her panties and she felt a tongue flick over her clit, making Stiles let out a cry of pleasure. "So responsive are we? Look at me, Stiles." Peter coaxed, satisfaction in his voice. Peter's dick was long and thick. Frankly, Stiles didn't know if she could fit it all inside her but she was tempted to try. Peter's lips fastened around her clit and sucked, and Stiles's hips lifted frantically. "So wet and hot and tight." Peter crooned. Peter stopped to grab a condom and put it on.
As she clutched Peter against herself, she felt his dick push inside and despite feeling a burn from his size, she squeezed her walls around his cock, causing Peter to throw his head back and groan her name.
"Love, you feel so good around my cock."
Tears of pleasure gathered in Stiles's eyes, she finally looked into Peter's eyes and saw how much they darkened, before Peter groaned and increased the rhythm.
"God, that feels so good." Stiles moaned on Peter's shoulder. " Harder," she almost screamed as she pressed her nails into his back.
With Peter still inside her, Stiles flipped them so she was sitting on his lap. "I wanna ride you. Can I ride you?"
When he does reply, his voice was thick and heavy. “Of course,”
"I've never done it before," she confessed.
It isn’t as if her first had bothered to show her how to give pleasure or even given her pleasure, he did nothing more than break her hymen, then fall asleep. But Stiles would not think about Matt while with Peter. So she concentrated on doing what seemed to feel good to both of them.
"I'll help you," he said softly, feeling her insecurity, but not taking advantage of it. Stiles began to move slowly looking into Peter's eyes. "You're doing well, love."
Peter said something else to assure her that she was doing well. But while he spoke softly, Peter also peppered her cheeks and neck with kisses, his hands stroking over her back and hips. When Stiles felt more confident and was feeling so much pleasure that she felt like she was going to melt, she increased her rhythm and rolled her hips. Peter's eyes seemed to almost flash red for a moment. But before Stiles could take a good look, he's spinning them and hiding his face in Stiles's neck. Stiles doesn't really care since she's screaming and moaning his name over and over again. She feels teeth closing on her shoulder and they seem a little sharper than normal, but she's still feeling too much pleasure to care.
Peter also shouts her name several times and when Stiles thinks they can last forever she comes and Peter soon after. The two are sweaty and tired, well she is, at least. Peter seems ready to do it all over again. He looks at her and gives a sexy smirk. "I'll let you rest, my dear."
"Oh my God, you really can go again," she says, half impressed and half embarrassed as Peter slides to her side and they both look up at the ceiling.
"Love, I can do this all night. The question is ... can you keep up with me, Stiles?"