Result 8: Hanley
Eagerness adorningyour face, you stuck your hand into the large bag that was placed in front of you and closed your eyes before sticking your hand into it. You grabbed the very first thing that your fingers brushed up against, which happened to be a tiny pink eraser.
Before you even held up the small item, a guy who you knew as Hanley stood up from his seat and frowned. You raised an eyebrow at him and he simply walked into the closet without a word, his expression clearly very very angry.
Alex looked at you uneasily; Hanley was pretty much a man whore, but a totally hot one at that. And you weren't about to pass up on this opportunity just because of that.
You shrugged at your best friend and followed after Hanley; a small smirk slowly curving on your lips. This was going to be fun.
As the doors were closed and audibly locked; darkness surrounding you with complete and utter silence, you remembered that Hanley had a girlfriend. Your spirits weren't winded in the slightest, though. You knew how to reel him in easily.
You stood in front of him, your shoulders barely grazing his with your lips hovering over his own.
Hanley's anger seemed to evaporate in thin air, and that caused you to realize that he had only been acting that way so his girlfriend wouldn't suspect anything. Ha, you hadn't even noticed until now that she had been sitting right next to you, glaring daggers into your back.
"Hey," you whispered, your tongue flicking past your lips to just barely graze Hanley's.
He suddenly gripped your forearms tightly, pinning them at your sides as he leaned in to growl, "Look, I have a girlfriend and if you tell - "
You scoffed, cutting his statement off abruptly, "I'm not a snitch, dude."
Hanley smirked, his grip tightening on your arms as you winced slightly, "Good." And with that said, he practically slammed you against your side of the closet, his lips pulling into a bitter smirk.
You scowled at him, "Asshole, that hurt. And your pretty little girlfriend probably heard that too. Nice, now you have to come up with an explanation."
"Shut up." was his simple response before his lips roughly captured yours, his grip on your arms loosening, but still holding you in place nonetheless. You didn't care that you barely knew anything about him; there'd be lots of time for that later.
He immediately moaned into the kiss, his mouth fully engulfing yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He released your arms, and you tugged on his hair as his fingers dug into your sides, slamming your hips against his roughly. Your tongue dominated his at first, and you caressed his gums and own mouth before Hanley's tongue pushed yours back. You moaned, bucking your hips in surprise and he let out a sharp breath of air, his tongue still twisting around yours.
You tilted your hide directly to the side and moaned louder than before as his tongue flicked against the roof of your mouth. Hanley growled and said into the kiss, "Shut up, idiot."
You yanked on his hair and he yelped, his head following your fingers as you glared at him, "Like you're one to talk."
As you released your hold on Hanley's hair, he scowled and narrowed his eyes at you. His grip tightened on your waist and you winced as his fingers dug into your sides again. He stared at your pained, yet boldly determined expression before his scowl dissolved into a smirk, "You're lucky your hot."
You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes as you lifted your left leg up to wrap it around his waist before you did the same with your right leg. Hanley's warm hands slid downwards to grasp your thighs tightly. You tilted your head back and he unexpectedly pressed his already-open mouth against your neck. The back of your head lightly hit the closet wall and you bit your lip to hide a moan as you pulled at his hair.
