A/N: Manny is a new one for me. prompts given by the requester in bold type. Luv you LuvBug! Enjoy! kjx

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The party going on around you was of your brother's doing. His business concluded with the Mayans apparently required a celebration that you had to attend. The room is filled with cuts, boots and tattoos directly clashing with the luxurious decor but one set of sleepy eyes keep cutting over to you. His smile directed at whoever he is talking to, makes your lips curl in response. The drop of his Adam's apple as he swallows his shot, makes you want to touch the tattoo its hiding behind. Body language and instinct brings him closer and that's how you find yourself by the pool, cheeks flaming while you introduce yourself - shaking the slim hand of Manny.

"You look hella bored in there, bella. Why'd you come here if you didn't want to." Standing there watching the trees sway, the night breeze did nothing to cool you down. He definitely is not afraid of eye contact.

"Family obligation…and as thanks to you and your brothers, of course."

"So, you wanna thank me?" His voice rumbled out even grittier than his already low rasping pitch. The insinuation hitting you right in the core. Do not faint! "You could always show me the house."

You huff out a laugh, not trusting your mouth to come up with anything coherent to say, downing your drink to buy you some time.

"Alright then," his head dropped down hiding his smile at your obvious indecision. "just tell me where the bathroom is."

It was like his voice was vibrating around your ear before the words actually made it inside for comprehension. Christ! Speak idiot! You have no idea how long you paused before answering but it was long enough for his deadly smile to widen into a full sexy ass grin. "Straight through those doors, second right, end of the hallway."

Manny looked the way you pointed but didn't move. Swinging his head back around to you, he flicked his gaze over you. "Thanks, mami."

Two shots and three boring conversations later there was no sign of the man who made your entire body sit up and beg like a show dog. You couldn't stop your feet from heading toward the hallway you'd sent him down. His voice behind you, gravelly and smooth, hit the back of your neck like a kiss, "Lookin' for me?"

Spinning around you had to stop yourself from staring. How was he more beautiful now than just minutes before? "What are you doing?"

"Why? You miss me?"

"You were gone a while I thought-,"

"Told you I wanted to see the house." With his hands stuffed casually in his pockets he steps back through the double doors of the room he came from, "This is niiiiice."

You follow him into your brother's library, leaving the door open but Manny turns on his heel and stalks back toward you. You are caught up in brown eyes that seemed to be eternally amused by you, the lazy lopsided smirk, the tongue that flicks over his lips, wetting them again and again. Frozen by the way his nostrils flare when he looks you over, like an animal surveying its prey. You step backwards until your back is against the door and he quietly closes the other.

He wasn't touching you but his nearness pinned you in place. Leaning close, he kisses your cheek, murmuring, "one word and I'm yours; you know it."

Your sharp intake of breath was met with his chuckle and pressing a kiss on your other cheek, he asked, "You want to go back to the party? Hmmm? That what you want?"

"No."

His mouth is on yours before you finish the single-word sentence. There is nothing gentle or tender about his approach, it is an aggressive meeting of lips that causes your head to bump into the door behind you. A slashing of tongues complete with a full body press, leaving you breathless and clinging to him with his cut in your fists.

Manny pulled back to see the arousal that softened your face and plumped your lips, one side of his mouth curling up into a smirk. "Damn girl, you look like you liked that."

The flick of his tongue over the outer curve of your ear draws a whimper out of you. "Don't worry, bella. I won't leave a mark on you."

You can hardly breathe through the teasing licks his tongue drags along your neck, the open-mouthed kisses that never deeply suck, no matter how much you arch out for more. His teeth grazing but never actually biting you, send explosions of tingles through your body. His fingertips dragging up the tops of your thighs, his hands pulling up your dress inch by inch until it rests on your hips. Pulling it down your shoulders enough to nip at your nipples through your bra. Manny is sinking to his knees lapping and mouthing your skin using everything he has to break you down - his short clipped fingernails, even the stubbly hair on his head. Gripping your butt to hold you firmly in place, he works his craft to your gasps and moans. Him trailing his thin mustache across the dip of your belly button almost collapses you to the floor.

Oh no.

Manny presses his face into your vee with his mouth open wide, his hot breath heating up every inch of you. Hooking his arm behind your knee, he brings your leg up and over his shoulder, tonguing you through your panties. With his shoulder jammed under your thigh, his hands lock on your hips and there is no escape. His face is burrowing deeper, his tongue probing, driving you insane but not giving you enough to take you over the edge. Pulling back he looks up and winks, yanking on one side to rip your panties apart. You don't have time to register that he just ruined your undergarment because his tongue is on you now. Long, soft licks that set you to trembling and whimpering in seconds.

"Manny, please," you whisper. "Away from the door! Please!"

"Oh, you don't want nobody to hear you, bella?" His look up at you from under those eyelashes let you know just how much danger you were in, the devious smile forming on his face is twisting your core even tighter. You feel the slow lick he gives his lips as if his mouth was still on you.

"Think they'll hear you if I spread your wings like a mariposa and suck you dry?" (butterfly)

Lost in his eyes looking up at you, you feel him opening you up with two slim fingers and panic. Desperately trying to close your thighs on his hand and bring your leg down, you plead, "Please, Manny! Wait! Don't-,"

Manny wiped his mouth and stood up in front of you taking a step back. "What else you want, princesa?" Pulling up his shirt to show you his trim waist and taut abs, he murmured. "You wanna touch this?"

Struck dumb you just nod watching him strip off his cut and hang it on the doorknob. Tossing his shirt aside, he takes your hands and drags them down his chest, cocking his head to the side.

"What else, huh? You wanna be outta that dress?" Again, all you can manage is a nod. "Turn around let me do it right."

With you facing the door, Manny presses against your back grinding his hard-on into you, lifting a fistful of your hair to kiss the back of your neck while he unzips you.

"Oh god…god."

"Mmmm," he chuckles dark and low, "You don't want him to see you like this."

Your dress drops to the floor and he turns you around, his kiss melting any reservations you had left - his tongue still tastes like the whiskey he was sipping and you as well. He unfastens his pants while his kiss disarms you. He doesn't have to guide your hand you're already there, gripping and stroking him, loving his stuttered breath blasting down your throat.

"Feel that? You did that shit. You."

He pulls your hand away, dips his knees and targets himself up into you while lifting your leg to his waist. Caught off guard, you inhale all the air in the room but he covers your mouth before you can release the scream making its way up from your center and out of your lungs. You open your eyes to his dark ones, "Shhhh…you got guests out there, bella."

Two more strokes are all he gives you before rumbling into your neck, "You betta hang on."

You wrap your arms and legs around him, eagerly digging into his neck finding that throat tattoo under your tongue, licking and biting, your hips moving out of sheer need. He walks over to the couch and lays you down, stroking deep as soon as your back hits the cushions.

"Yeah…better," he groans out. Brushing back your hair, he studies your face then scans down further to your breasts that he has yet to fully sample. "Let me see 'em."

Your ability to say no left you quite some time ago so you unfasten your bra, feeling new heat flush your face. Is it possible to be shy while he's inside you? His approving stare feels like pin pricks across your skin. He licks his lips and brings his eyes back up to yours, "You look so beautiful under me like that."

Locking his lips on one hardened peak, he returns to the torturous slow strokes drawing high moans out of you. Rapid tiny bites on your nipples raise the volume of your cries, which raises his head again with a curl to his lips.

"Damn, you sound even better. Just like that. Let me hear you, mami."

You bite down on your lip to contain a whimper and he quickly corrects you. "Nah, you cain't be holding out on me. I said, let me hear you."

He licks his fingers and finds your clit, circling and stroking. Your brain goes on tilt, your gasping cries immediately fill the room. Unconsciously, you're pushing away from him, from the sensations, from the suffocating heat settling on your skin. Your attempt to minimize it slides you up the couch but he chases you until the armrest leaves you with nowhere else to go.

Chuckling into your neck, this man has the nerve to ask, "How you gonna run when you taking my dick wit' you, baby?" This is it. This is how you die.

Stroking deep, smothering your cries with kisses, he groans your name like a confession. "Fuuuuck, you feel good."

Folding both your legs up onto his shoulder with ankles crossed for the tightest drag on his dick, he looks you dead in the eye and tells you as casually as anyone else would say pass the salt…

"Okay, mami. Imma fuck you now."

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