Stacie was sitting on the edge of the empty pool, sipping a beer and bobbing her head to the beat of the music someone had set up after the riff-off. Aubrey had left almost immediately, sulking about both Beca’s performance and the fact that the Treblemakers had won anyway, but almost everyone else had stayed. Drinks had appeared, music had started playing, and an impromptu party was in full swing.
She smelled him before she saw him. She’d gotten a good whiff of his cologne when he’d stepped up to cut her off and again when she’d returned the favor. She kept her expression carefully neutral as he appeared in her peripheral vision and dropped down to sit next to her.
“Let’s talk about sex, baby, let’s talk about you and me,” Donald sang softly, leaning close as he did so. Stacie raised her eyebrows and slowly turned her head to see his brown eyes staring back at her through the frames of his glasses. He wore a sexy, playful smirk.
“Oh really?” she answered, feigning disinterest. His face broke into a genuine smile.
“You can’t convince me that didn’t turn you on,” he continued. “Riffing on sex songs, dancing like that. I could feel the tension. I’ll bet you’re just dying for a little release.”
“Well even if I was, I’m not going to get it with you,” she retorted.
“Ouch, baby, that’s cold.”
Stacie felt a surge of guilt. She hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. Her expression softened.
“You’re a Treblemaker, I’m a Bella,” she explained.
“So?” Donald looked confused.
“Bella’s don’t hook up with Trebles!”
“It’s a rule!” Stacie insisted. “Aubrey made us take this oath and everything. She kicked two girls out the morning after the initiation party.”
“Huh. So that’s what happened to Kori?” Donald mused. “Aubrey’s such a hypocrite.”
“What do you mean?”
“Aubrey spent our first two years here hooking up with a Treble,” he explained. “The guy who used to lead the group before Bumper was her boyfriend. He dumped her when he graduated. Then Bumper took over and he’s always been kind of a dick. I think it’s because he can never get any.”
“Oh my god, that explains so much,” Stacie laughed.
“So what do you say, baby?” Donald murmured, leaning toward her once more. “You gonna let that uptight bitch tell you what to do?”
Stacie chewed her lip and looked sideways at him. He wasn’t wrong about the sexual tension. That’s why she’d jumped back in after Aubrey had pulled her away. If Jesse hadn’t cut her off with his little serenade for Beca, she and Donald could have gone all night.
“Of course not,” she conceded with a smile. “But I’m not getting kicked out of the Bellas either.”
“Just between you and me, baby,” Donald promised with a smile. “Meet me in the music building.” With that, he leapt up and walked casually away from the pool.
Stacie scanned the faces at the party. Aubrey wasn’t there, obviously, but she didn’t want to be noticed leaving by Chloe or anyone else who might report back to the ice queen. It didn’t seem like anyone was paying her any attention though, and she was just about to leave when someone caught her eye.
Beca looked back at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, flicking her eyes in the direction that Donald had left before looking back at Stacie. Stacie smiled. There was no way Beca would tell Aubrey anything. Beca hated Aubrey’s stupid rules as much as Stacie did. She almost laughed out loud when Beca mouthed “Get it, girl” and nodded her head. Stacie gave her a pointed look and glanced at Jesse, who was standing a few feet away and staring at Beca over his roommate’s shoulder. Beca rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly. Stacie shrugged and climbed to her feet, leaving the party behind for more entertaining activities.
She found Donald slouched in a chair in a shadowy corner of the performing arts hall’s darkened lobby. He got up as she approached and they stood for a moment, mere inches apart but not touching. Stacie’s pulse quickened.
She expected him to kiss her, but instead he took her hand. She followed where he led until they found themselves in the uppermost seating section of Barden’s large concert hall. The theatre was empty and nearly dark, a minimum of illumination making it possible to move without running into anything. Stacie looked around briefly before turning to face her mocha-skinned companion.
This time he did kiss her, his hands cupping her face gently as he plied her lips with his own. He was an exceptionally good kisser, and Stacie had had plenty of basis for comparison. She let him back her up against the wall, sighing when he finally pressed his body against hers. Their kisses became more heated and when he finally pulled away, Stacie opened her eyes to see his head tilted downward, his gaze falling directly on her ample display of cleavage.
“Like what you see?” she teased. Donald only nodded. She pushed him gently backward before taking his hand and leading him toward the front row of seats. She sat, pulling him down so he kneeled on the floor in front of her, his hips positioned between her knees.
“I noticed you beatboxing with the Trebles. Where’d you learn that?”
“Just fooling around when I was a kid,” he answered with a shrug. “Why?”
“I’m just impressed by all of the amazing things that you can do with your mouth.” A slow smile spread across Donald’s face. Shrugging out of his jacket, he took off his glasses and put them in the pocket before laying it over the chair next to them. He leaned in and kissed her once more, pushing her coat back as he did so. She pulled her arms from the sleeves and brought her hands up to his shoulders, stroking his neck softly with her fingertips. He began trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and over her collarbone until he was nuzzling her cleavage, peppering the exposed portion of her breasts with kisses and tiny flicks of his tongue.
Stacie let out a small moan when Donald pushed her shirt and bra out of the way and took her nipple into his mouth. The acoustics of the room made it echo somewhat and she froze, fearful that someone might hear.
“Are you sure this is the best place to be doing this?” she whispered. “Don’t you want to go back to the Treble house or something?” Donald only shook his head, his nose brushing against her chest.
“Bumper’s my roommate,” he explained softly. “That wouldn’t go well. Don’t worry. No one’s gonna find us up here. But you might want to try to keep it down anyway.”
Stacie bit her lip as he smirked up at her before returning his attention to her breasts. Before she knew it, she was shifting in the chair, rocking her hips slightly as she clutched his torso with her thighs. The exquisite ache between her legs was intensified when Donald unfastened her jeans and began pulling them off.
“Oh my god,” Stacie moaned breathily. Donald grasped her hips to keep her from moving too much as he kissed and sucked at her flesh. She was gripping the arms of the chair so hard that her knuckles had gone white. When he did something with his tongue that made her gasp loudly, the tension snapped, sending pleasure rushing through her body. Her head fell back and her toes curled as the pulsing waves rolled over her.
“That’s right, baby,” Donald was murmuring in her ear when she opened her eyes. “You know I make you feel good.” She smirked while searching with her hand to find something in her coat pocket. When she held up the little square packet, he grinned and took it from her. She pushed him back and sat up, reaching for his belt buckle.
“Yessss,” Donald hissed as she pulled his jeans and boxers down over his narrow hips. She took the package back, tore it open, and unrolled the condom onto his shaft. He slid into her with one smooth stroke, groaning with pleasure as he did so.
“What was that about keeping it down?” Stacie teased. He only grunted in response. She took his earlobe into her mouth, flicking the diamond stud with her tongue as she gently sucked on it. Her hips began to roll against his rhythmically and his hands gripped her ass as he thrust into her.
“Fuuuck, that’s so good.”
Stacie moved her mouth down his neck, sucking just hard enough to make him hiss but not enough to leave a mark. The friction between her legs felt fantastic and she could feel the heat beginning to accumulate once more, but she wasn’t expecting to climax a second time. That was when Donald slipped one of his hands between their bodies and began massaging slow circles into the spot just above but not directly on her clit. Damn, this boy knew what he was doing.
She cried out minutes later as her body shuddered once more and Donald followed her with a groan. Afterward, she let her body fall back into the chair, limp and sated, as he scuttled over to the corner to dispose of the condom in a trash can. When he returned, still fastening his pants and belt, he wore a smug, satisfied grin.
‘We should do this again sometime,” Donald suggested as Stacie gathered her clothing and began putting it all back on. She stopped for a minute, looking at him strangely.
“You know I’m not the girlfriend type,” she said slowly, not wanting to hurt his feelings again but needing to make the issue clear. Monogamy just wasn’t her thing. At least not right now.
“I didn’t ask you to meet my parents,” he replied, smirking again. She smiled and rolled her eyes slightly.
“How about maybe?” she answered as she stood and fastened her jeans. “I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t the best I’ve had in a long time.” She stroked a finger down his chest playfully. “But this is supposed to be a secret, remember? Someone’s going to notice if we keep sneaking off together too often.”
“Alright, that’s cool,” he said with a shrug. “You know where to find me.”
“I certainly do.”