Puppets
Title: Puppets
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Quinn/Jesse/Rachel
Prompt: Quinn Fabray is in charge in the bedroom but nothing turns her on like watching girlfriend Rachel get fucked by Jesse St. James.
“Quinn,” Rachel whined, toying shyly with the hem of her girlfriend’s shirt, “I don’t know if I can do this…” The two had huddled themselves in a small alcove, away from prying eyes as the students of McKinley prepared to leave for the day.
“Baby,” Quinn sighed, taking Rachel’s hands in her own, “we talk about this.”
“I know, but…” Rachel shrugged, trailing off, looking at the ground.
“It would be so hot,” Quinn whispered, “I want it so bad.” She took Rachel’s chin in her hand and tilted her face up, “Don’t you want to do this for me?”
Rachel sighed and tried another tactic, “Well how do we even know he-”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Quinn interrupted her, “the way he is around you. And,” her grip on Rachel’s face tightened as she looked into her eyes, “I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
Rachel quickly shook her head, even as she felt her body heat up at the appearance of Quinn’s dominant side, “No, I-”
“It’s okay, baby,” Quinn assured her, suddenly sweet, “it’s perfectly natural. It’s not like I’m blind- the boy is sexy.” Rachel nodded slowly at Quinn’s smile. “So why don’t you go over there and make this happen? For the both of us.”
Rachel took a deep breath and spoke quietly, “Okay… Okay, I can do this.”
“I know you can, baby,” Quinn petted her hair affectionately. “No go, before he leaves.”
Rachel quickly took off down the hall before she could stop herself, finding Jesse gathering his books from his locker.
“Hey, Jesse,” she spoke with an outward confidence, even as her insides fluttered, “I have a proposition for you.”
Jesse smirked at her, not even trying to hide the way his eyes ran over her body, “Sure, Rach, what’s up?”
“Well, I was thinking, since we are undeniably the most talented people in glee, we should work together- act as an inspiration to the others.”
Jesse chuckled slightly, “Sure. What did you have in mind? A duet?”
“Exactly,” Rachel smiled brightly. “I was thinking you could come over tonight and we could work on a few things?” She didn’t give him time to answer before she forced the next words out, looking him directly in the eye, “My dads won’t be home, so we’ll have the whole house to ourselves. We can be as loud as we want.”
Jesse held her eyes for a few moments, a grin slowly spreading across his face as it dawned on him what she was offering, “Sure, Rachel,” he spoke in a low voice, “that sounds great. Say, seven o’clock?”
“Perfect,” Rachel nodded, letting out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding, “I’ll see you then.” And then, just as Quinn had instructed her to do, she placed and hand on Jesse’s bicep, slowly running her fingers down his arms as she walked by him. She blushed furiously to herself as we walked away, leaving a smirking Jesse behind her.
When Jesse rang the Berry doorbell at exactly seven o’clock that night, Rachel answered almost immediately, and he smiled to himself at the thought that she must have been waiting for him. He took in her outfit as she lead him up to her bedroom- though she hadn’t changed since school, her white blouse, argyle vest, and pleated gray skirt suddenly seemed a whole lot sexier to him. The addition of her trademark knee socks and mary janes seemed almost too cruel, yet he wasn’t complaining.
He was abruptly jerked from his thoughts when he followed Rachel into her bedroom, only to see Quinn Fabray perched on the end of her bed.
“Uh, Rach?” Jesse glanced back and forth between the two girls, “What is she-”
“I’m here to help,” Quinn took charge, standing up and smoothing her Cheerios skirt. “Sit,” she pointed to the spot she had just vacated.
“Okay…” Jesse spoke slowly, but did as she said. Rachel was uncharacteristically silent, looking only at Quinn the entire time.
“You’ve been stepping on my turf, St. James,” Quinn walked over to stand by Rachel, glaring at Jesse.
“What are you-” Jesse froze as Quinn suddenly lunged for Rachel, obviously taking the smaller girl by surprise. She kissed her messily, tongue plunging into her mouth, hands fisted in her hair. When the two girls finally separated, they were breathing hard, and Jesse wasn’t sure if he was breathing at all.
“You…” He tried to say something, but the only thing running through his mind was that kiss, “you two…”
“I’ve seen you going after my girlfriend,” Quinn spoke harshly, “and I don’t appreciate it.”
“I’m, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I…” Jesse had no idea what to say- his entire image of Rachel had just exploded into something about ten times hotter. “I can go…” he mumbled, forcing himself to stand.
“No, sit!” Quinn barked, and he fell back to the bed. She combed her fingers through Rachel’s hair as she spoke to Jesse, “I’ve seen the way you want her- how could you not? Look at her.” Rachel blushed, eyes to the ground. “And I’ve see the way she wants you.”
Through the fog in his brain, Jesse took some comfort from that statement, knowing his flirtation with Rachel hadn’t all been in his head.
“And,” Quinn continued, “I’ve certainly come to terms with the way I want both of you.”
Jesse knew for certain this time that he had stopped breathing. He tried to speak, but simply sat there gaping at the head Cheerio. Was she really saying…?
“I am in charge here,” Quinn said in a firm voice, “do you understand that, Jesse?” The boy nodded. “Good boy. Now,” she turned to Rachel, patting her gently on the ass, “go and give him a kiss.”
Rachel finally looked up, first glancing at Quinn before turning to Jesse. She walked slowly towards the bed until she was standing right in front of him. Leaning down, she firmly pressed her lips against his.
“Be a good girl,” Jesse heard Quinn call from across the room, “make it worth his while.” Rachel obeyed, suddenly straddling Jesse and nibbling on his bottom lip. He moaned and placed his hands on her hips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His fingers slowly traveled up her torso until he began to palm her breasts, when-
“Stop,” Quinn shrieked, and Rachel quickly pulled away and jumped off of him. “Did you not hear me?” She snapped. She took a few steps toward them, but stopped short. She glanced between the two of them- Rachel looking at her expectantly, Jesse staring desperately.
“On your knees, boy,” she crossed her arms over her chest. Jesse slowly slid down from the bed, fighting his urge to control. A few hours ago, Jesse St. James would never have given up control in the bedroom. But a few hours ago, he wasn’t being promised a threesome.
He stared up at Rachel, who blushed furiously but met his gaze. They waited in silence for a few moments, until Quinn finally decided it was time to continue.
“Kiss her shoes.”
Jesse froze for a moment, fighting the urge to tell her to fuck off. But he knew a test when he saw one, and he was no failure. He slowly bent forward, pressing his lips to the hard, shiny surface of Rachel’s mary jane, hearing her gasp above him. He kissed his way up and down her shoe, moving to the other one.
“Lick them.”
Jesse groaned lightly, eyes shut tight, and ran his tongue along the side of Rachel’s shoe. She shifted back and forth slightly, inhaling a shaky breath.
Quinn smirked at the scene before her, a heady rush of power running through her. She shivered and ran her hands lightly over her breasts, before yelling, “Freeze, St. James!”
Jesse held perfectly still, his tongue pressed against Rachel’s shoe, his mouth wide open. Eyes still closed, he breathed deeply as he felt saliva begin to drip down his chin.
“Oh, fuck,” Quinn laughed, palming her breasts more firmly now. “Look at him, baby,” she smiled at Rachel, who had turned to look at her, seemingly in a daze, “he’s drooling at your feet.” She enjoyed the sight for a moment longer, then told him, “You’re disgusting. Wipe your face on her skirt.”
Jesse rose up on his knees and pressed his face into Rachel’s gray skirt. As he rubbed back and forth on the material, he groaned at the realization that he could smell her through the material.
“What do you think, baby? Should he take it off?” Quinn asked. At her girlfriend’s silence, she repeated herself louder,” Rachel, I asked you a question. Should he take it off?”
“Yes,” Rachel croaked quietly, her voice scratchy.
“That’s not how we ask,” Quinn teased.
Rachel met Jesse’s eyes, blushing, before she looked to the ground, “Quinn, please tell him to take my skirt off.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll do you one better,” Quinn said sweetly, before turning to Jesse and returning to her previous, harsh tone, “Jesse, take off her sweater and her shirt. Slowly.”
Jesse inhaled deeply and slowly lifted Rachel’s sweater. She raised her arms dutifully and met his gaze, panting. He tossed the sweater vest away and tried to control his shaking fingers as he undid the buttons of her blouse. As he pulled it away from her and slid it down her shoulders, he groaned at the sight that was unveiled to him. Rachel’s breasts heaved with her heavy breathing, restrained only by a white, strapless, lacy bra, a red bow nestled in her cleavage.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Quinn snapped him out of his daze. He reached for Rachel’s skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper, letting it fall to her feet. He was now at eye level with her matching thong, two red bows seeming to hold it together on either side. Rachel smiled down at him slightly as she stepped out of the skirt. She stood before him in her matching underwear, white knee socks, and mary janes. Jesse moaned.
“See?” Quinn said proudly, though her breathing had gotten heavier, “I even gift wrapped her for you. As a welcome gift.” She abruptly pulled her Cheerios top over her head and slipped off her bra. Jesse’s eyes were torn from Rachel as he watched Quinn undress. Finally, she was left standing naked. She plopped herself gracefully into Rachel’s desk chair, primly crossing her legs. Jesse’s cock twitch as he watched her grab a breast in each hand, thumbs circling her nipples.
Quinn smirked at him, “Sit back on the bed, boy. It’s time for part two of your gift.”
Jesse scrambled up to sit on the side of the bed again, eyes flicking back and forth between the two girls.
“Give him a peak, baby,” Quinn ordered as she pinched her nipples. Rachel smiled at Jesse, showing more confidence than she had all night, and placed her hands on his knees. As she leaned forward, he was treated to an enticing view of her cleavage, a few strands of hair falling forward over her shoulders.
“Do you like my girl, Jesse?” He nodded at Quinn’s words. “That’s not how we answer questions here,” she glared at him.
He swallowed hard before mumbling, “I like your girl, Quinn.”
“I’m glad,” she smiled. “On your knees, Rachel,” Quinn’s girlfriend obeyed dutifully. “Now, be a good host and offer him our gift. Ask nicely.”
“Jesse,” Rachel purred up at him, “can I please suck your cock?” Jesse groaned, shutting his eyes.
“Show him how much you want it, sweetie,” Quinn panted, her hands running down her stomach.
Rachel stared up at Jesse, brown eyes wide, and leaned forward, nuzzling her face against his denim-covered dick. Jesse moaned and thrust his hips forward as she licked at his crotch, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on the seam of his jeans. He gasped as she moaned against him.
“Please, Jesse,” she panted, “put your cock in my mouth. Let me suck you.”
“Do it,” Quinn gasped, hands running up her torso to her neck and back down to her breasts again, “Look how bad she wants it. Give it to her.”
Jesse rushed to undo his pants, shaking hands fumbling with his zipper. He blushed at the sound of Quinn’s chuckling, but finally managed to undo his jeans, quickly pulling his dick out. Rachel stared hungrily, but waited.
“Go, baby,” Quinn told her, rolling her head back and forth slightly, “suck him. Make it sloppy.”
Rachel did as she was told, grabbing Jesse in one hand and licking long, wet stripes up and down his cock. Jesse groaned fiercely and went to grab for Rachel, when he thought better of it.
“Quinn,” he ground out, “Quinn, can I please…”
“Please what?” Quinn moaned.
“Can I grab her?”
“You mean you want to fuck her face?” Quinn managed to smirk, even through her arousal.
“Yes!”
“Then ask me like a good boy.”
“Quinn,” Jesse moaned, hips thrusting as Rachel ran her tongue around his head, “can I please fuck her face?”
Quinn smiled, sliding one hand down toward her pussy, “Fuck, yes, baby.”
Jesse fisted his hands in Rachel’s hair as she engulfed him in her mouth, slurping loudly. He pulled her head down as he thrust at her, eyes rolling back in his head at the sound of her gurgling. Strands of spit began to drip from her mouth as she gagged on his cock.
Jesse looked back down at her, cheeks hollow around his cock, and moaned loudly, thrusting faster. The wet sound of her sucking spurred him on, pulling at her hair until she moaned around him.
Rachel began gasping for air around his cock, drooling all over him as she gagged. Jesse leaned his head back as he let out a sob.
“Don’t you dare cum, St. James,” Quinn panted. “You push her off before you fucking cum.”
Jesse groaned and plunged Rachel’s face down on his cock once, twice more before forcefully pushing her away. She fell back on her elbows, coughing hard and attempting to wipe the drool off her face.
“You okay, baby?” Quinn was now sprawled on the chair, legs flung open as she played with herself.
“Yes,” Rachel coughed, “yes, I’m okay.”
“Good girl. Up on the bed, just the way I like.”
Rachel nodded, still struggling for breath. Jesse turned around and watched as she positioned herself on all fours, facing away from him, ass high in the air. The sight of her smooth ass, disturbed only by the white line of her thong and framed by her simple cotton socks, was almost too much for him.
“You look pathetic, Jesse,” Quinn laughed, “take your damn clothes off.” He blushed, but quickly rid himself of his open pants and boxers, pulling his black t-shirt over his head. He heard Quinn mumble, “Good boy,” as she moaned lightly.
“On your knees behind her,” she ordered, fingers slowly moving inside her pussy. “Play with her tits, for Christ’s sake. I wrapped them just for you.”
Jesse reached forward and undid the clasp of Rachel’s bra. It fell forward onto the bed, and he slowly ran his hands up her sides, reaching around and taking a breast in each hand. She moaned, and he wished he could see her, but knew better than to test Quinn. On second thought, maybe she had planned it this way, unwilling to let Jesse get too much of her girlfriend this time (because, God, he hoped this was the first of many times).
Rachel panted as Jesse palmed her breasts, shifting slightly on the bed. He withdrew for a moment, and she whined at the loss of contact, but he quickly licked his fingers and returned, rolling her nipples between his wet digits.
“Pinch them,” Quinn moaned, “hard. She loves that.”
Jesse did as he was told, pinching Rachel’s nipples firmly and pulling them away from her body. Sure enough, Rachel shrieked and thrust her hips against the empty air, head hanging forward.
“Look at that,” Quinn laughed, “she can’t even hide it. My baby’s such a slut. Pull down her panties.”
Jesse reluctantly pulled his hands away from Rachel’s tits, running them back toward her ass and pulling her thong down to her knees. He ran his hands tentatively over her smooth skin.
“Look at that ass. Isn’t she a sight?” Quinn asked him. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck it sometime.”
Jesse groaned and closed his eyes, both at the thought of fucking Rachel’s ass, and the implication that there would be subsequent meetings…
“Do you want it, baby?” Quinn called to Rachel, slowly increasing the pace of her fingers.
“Yes, please,” she gasped, looking over her shoulder. “Please let him fuck me, Quinn.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes, yes, please,” Rachel moaned, “I’m a good girl. I’ve been good!”
“What about you, Jesse?” Quinn asked, turning to face him. “Are you my good boy?”
Jesse answered her quickly, any shame disappearing at the promise of finally fucking Rachel, “Yes, Quinn. I’ve been a good boy…”
“Well, then, what are you waiting for?” She smiled. “Fuck her, baby.”
Jesse took Rachel by the hips and sunk into her, groaning loudly. She bucked back against him, trying to set a quick pace.
“Quinn,” Rachel cried as Jesse plunged into her over and over, “please, harder, please!”
“Harder, Jesse,” Quinn called, eyes glued to the scene on the bed as she played with her clit, her other hand rapidly moving in and out of her, “fuck her cunt, boy.”
Jesse quickly looped one hand around Rachel’s torso, pulling her up onto her knees against him. She shrieked at the change of position, as Quinn, too far gone to care that she hadn’t given him permission, moaned loudly. He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.
“Can I please,” Jesse panted, his head falling forward into Rachel’s shoulder, “please, her clit…”
“Yes,” Quinn breathed, high-pitched and airy. “Pinch it.”
Jesse obeyed, reaching his other hand around and pinching Rachel’s clit hard. She squealed, reaching her arms behind her and wrapping them around his neck.
“Yes, Jesse,” she panted.
“Rachel,” he groaned back.
“No!” Quinn called, fingers working furiously on her own clit, “Say my name!”
“Quinn!” They both called in unison.
“Oh, fuck, Quinn,” Jesse pleaded desperately, his voice high, “please, please.” He could feel Rachel’s cunt clenching around him as they moved together.
“Please, Quinn,” Rachel joined him in his begging.
Quinn shuddered, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, basking in the sound of their moans. Their chorus of, “Please, Quinn, please,” drove her nearer and nearer to the edge until finally, just before she went over, she called, “Yes, cum for me, baby!”
Both Jesse and Rachel cried out Quinn’s name as their orgasms washed over them. They shuddered against one another, Jesse still tugging at Rachel’s clit. Eventually, he was unable to hold her anymore, and she slumped down, falling on her side. He followed, gasping for air, pressed against her from behind.
For a while, the only sound was the three of them panting hard, all coming down from their high. Finally, Quinn forced herself up from the chair and stumbled over to the bed. She crawled into the middle, leaning against the wall.
“Up here,” she panted to the boy and girl lying at the foot of the bed, patting the covers on either side of her. They crawled up to her, Jesse leaning against her left shoulder, Rachel on her right. The three sat in silence for a long moment, Quinn running her fingers through their hair.
“So, Jesse,” Quinn eventually smirked, “what do you think of my girl?”
Jesse laughed breathlessly and only managed to choke out, “Fuck, Quinn…”
She smiled proudly at Rachel, pulling her head into her lap, still playing with her hair, “Yeah, she’s something, isn’t she?” She turned to Jesse and gently pulled his face toward her, kissing him softly, “And you, you’re my good boy.”
Jesse smiled, leaning in for another kiss and preening under Quinn’s attention. As they pulled apart, she pulled her head to rest against her soft breasts.
“Maybe, if you’re extra good, I’ll let you help me tie her up next time. Would you like that?”
Jesse shared a smiled with Rachel as he tangled his fingers with hers, nestling his face into Quinn’s chest, “Yes, please, Quinn.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Quinn/Jesse/Rachel
Prompt: Quinn Fabray is in charge in the bedroom but nothing turns her on like watching girlfriend Rachel get fucked by Jesse St. James.
“Quinn,” Rachel whined, toying shyly with the hem of her girlfriend’s shirt, “I don’t know if I can do this…” The two had huddled themselves in a small alcove, away from prying eyes as the students of McKinley prepared to leave for the day.
“Baby,” Quinn sighed, taking Rachel’s hands in her own, “we talk about this.”
“I know, but…” Rachel shrugged, trailing off, looking at the ground.
“It would be so hot,” Quinn whispered, “I want it so bad.” She took Rachel’s chin in her hand and tilted her face up, “Don’t you want to do this for me?”
Rachel sighed and tried another tactic, “Well how do we even know he-”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Quinn interrupted her, “the way he is around you. And,” her grip on Rachel’s face tightened as she looked into her eyes, “I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
Rachel quickly shook her head, even as she felt her body heat up at the appearance of Quinn’s dominant side, “No, I-”
“It’s okay, baby,” Quinn assured her, suddenly sweet, “it’s perfectly natural. It’s not like I’m blind- the boy is sexy.” Rachel nodded slowly at Quinn’s smile. “So why don’t you go over there and make this happen? For the both of us.”
Rachel took a deep breath and spoke quietly, “Okay… Okay, I can do this.”
“I know you can, baby,” Quinn petted her hair affectionately. “No go, before he leaves.”
Rachel quickly took off down the hall before she could stop herself, finding Jesse gathering his books from his locker.
“Hey, Jesse,” she spoke with an outward confidence, even as her insides fluttered, “I have a proposition for you.”
Jesse smirked at her, not even trying to hide the way his eyes ran over her body, “Sure, Rach, what’s up?”
“Well, I was thinking, since we are undeniably the most talented people in glee, we should work together- act as an inspiration to the others.”
Jesse chuckled slightly, “Sure. What did you have in mind? A duet?”
“Exactly,” Rachel smiled brightly. “I was thinking you could come over tonight and we could work on a few things?” She didn’t give him time to answer before she forced the next words out, looking him directly in the eye, “My dads won’t be home, so we’ll have the whole house to ourselves. We can be as loud as we want.”
Jesse held her eyes for a few moments, a grin slowly spreading across his face as it dawned on him what she was offering, “Sure, Rachel,” he spoke in a low voice, “that sounds great. Say, seven o’clock?”
“Perfect,” Rachel nodded, letting out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding, “I’ll see you then.” And then, just as Quinn had instructed her to do, she placed and hand on Jesse’s bicep, slowly running her fingers down his arms as she walked by him. She blushed furiously to herself as we walked away, leaving a smirking Jesse behind her.
When Jesse rang the Berry doorbell at exactly seven o’clock that night, Rachel answered almost immediately, and he smiled to himself at the thought that she must have been waiting for him. He took in her outfit as she lead him up to her bedroom- though she hadn’t changed since school, her white blouse, argyle vest, and pleated gray skirt suddenly seemed a whole lot sexier to him. The addition of her trademark knee socks and mary janes seemed almost too cruel, yet he wasn’t complaining.
He was abruptly jerked from his thoughts when he followed Rachel into her bedroom, only to see Quinn Fabray perched on the end of her bed.
“Uh, Rach?” Jesse glanced back and forth between the two girls, “What is she-”
“I’m here to help,” Quinn took charge, standing up and smoothing her Cheerios skirt. “Sit,” she pointed to the spot she had just vacated.
“Okay…” Jesse spoke slowly, but did as she said. Rachel was uncharacteristically silent, looking only at Quinn the entire time.
“You’ve been stepping on my turf, St. James,” Quinn walked over to stand by Rachel, glaring at Jesse.
“What are you-” Jesse froze as Quinn suddenly lunged for Rachel, obviously taking the smaller girl by surprise. She kissed her messily, tongue plunging into her mouth, hands fisted in her hair. When the two girls finally separated, they were breathing hard, and Jesse wasn’t sure if he was breathing at all.
“You…” He tried to say something, but the only thing running through his mind was that kiss, “you two…”
“I’ve seen you going after my girlfriend,” Quinn spoke harshly, “and I don’t appreciate it.”
“I’m, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I…” Jesse had no idea what to say- his entire image of Rachel had just exploded into something about ten times hotter. “I can go…” he mumbled, forcing himself to stand.
“No, sit!” Quinn barked, and he fell back to the bed. She combed her fingers through Rachel’s hair as she spoke to Jesse, “I’ve seen the way you want her- how could you not? Look at her.” Rachel blushed, eyes to the ground. “And I’ve see the way she wants you.”
Through the fog in his brain, Jesse took some comfort from that statement, knowing his flirtation with Rachel hadn’t all been in his head.
“And,” Quinn continued, “I’ve certainly come to terms with the way I want both of you.”
Jesse knew for certain this time that he had stopped breathing. He tried to speak, but simply sat there gaping at the head Cheerio. Was she really saying…?
“I am in charge here,” Quinn said in a firm voice, “do you understand that, Jesse?” The boy nodded. “Good boy. Now,” she turned to Rachel, patting her gently on the ass, “go and give him a kiss.”
Rachel finally looked up, first glancing at Quinn before turning to Jesse. She walked slowly towards the bed until she was standing right in front of him. Leaning down, she firmly pressed her lips against his.
“Be a good girl,” Jesse heard Quinn call from across the room, “make it worth his while.” Rachel obeyed, suddenly straddling Jesse and nibbling on his bottom lip. He moaned and placed his hands on her hips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His fingers slowly traveled up her torso until he began to palm her breasts, when-
“Stop,” Quinn shrieked, and Rachel quickly pulled away and jumped off of him. “Did you not hear me?” She snapped. She took a few steps toward them, but stopped short. She glanced between the two of them- Rachel looking at her expectantly, Jesse staring desperately.
“On your knees, boy,” she crossed her arms over her chest. Jesse slowly slid down from the bed, fighting his urge to control. A few hours ago, Jesse St. James would never have given up control in the bedroom. But a few hours ago, he wasn’t being promised a threesome.
He stared up at Rachel, who blushed furiously but met his gaze. They waited in silence for a few moments, until Quinn finally decided it was time to continue.
“Kiss her shoes.”
Jesse froze for a moment, fighting the urge to tell her to fuck off. But he knew a test when he saw one, and he was no failure. He slowly bent forward, pressing his lips to the hard, shiny surface of Rachel’s mary jane, hearing her gasp above him. He kissed his way up and down her shoe, moving to the other one.
“Lick them.”
Jesse groaned lightly, eyes shut tight, and ran his tongue along the side of Rachel’s shoe. She shifted back and forth slightly, inhaling a shaky breath.
Quinn smirked at the scene before her, a heady rush of power running through her. She shivered and ran her hands lightly over her breasts, before yelling, “Freeze, St. James!”
Jesse held perfectly still, his tongue pressed against Rachel’s shoe, his mouth wide open. Eyes still closed, he breathed deeply as he felt saliva begin to drip down his chin.
“Oh, fuck,” Quinn laughed, palming her breasts more firmly now. “Look at him, baby,” she smiled at Rachel, who had turned to look at her, seemingly in a daze, “he’s drooling at your feet.” She enjoyed the sight for a moment longer, then told him, “You’re disgusting. Wipe your face on her skirt.”
Jesse rose up on his knees and pressed his face into Rachel’s gray skirt. As he rubbed back and forth on the material, he groaned at the realization that he could smell her through the material.
“What do you think, baby? Should he take it off?” Quinn asked. At her girlfriend’s silence, she repeated herself louder,” Rachel, I asked you a question. Should he take it off?”
“Yes,” Rachel croaked quietly, her voice scratchy.
“That’s not how we ask,” Quinn teased.
Rachel met Jesse’s eyes, blushing, before she looked to the ground, “Quinn, please tell him to take my skirt off.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll do you one better,” Quinn said sweetly, before turning to Jesse and returning to her previous, harsh tone, “Jesse, take off her sweater and her shirt. Slowly.”
Jesse inhaled deeply and slowly lifted Rachel’s sweater. She raised her arms dutifully and met his gaze, panting. He tossed the sweater vest away and tried to control his shaking fingers as he undid the buttons of her blouse. As he pulled it away from her and slid it down her shoulders, he groaned at the sight that was unveiled to him. Rachel’s breasts heaved with her heavy breathing, restrained only by a white, strapless, lacy bra, a red bow nestled in her cleavage.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Quinn snapped him out of his daze. He reached for Rachel’s skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper, letting it fall to her feet. He was now at eye level with her matching thong, two red bows seeming to hold it together on either side. Rachel smiled down at him slightly as she stepped out of the skirt. She stood before him in her matching underwear, white knee socks, and mary janes. Jesse moaned.
“See?” Quinn said proudly, though her breathing had gotten heavier, “I even gift wrapped her for you. As a welcome gift.” She abruptly pulled her Cheerios top over her head and slipped off her bra. Jesse’s eyes were torn from Rachel as he watched Quinn undress. Finally, she was left standing naked. She plopped herself gracefully into Rachel’s desk chair, primly crossing her legs. Jesse’s cock twitch as he watched her grab a breast in each hand, thumbs circling her nipples.
Quinn smirked at him, “Sit back on the bed, boy. It’s time for part two of your gift.”
Jesse scrambled up to sit on the side of the bed again, eyes flicking back and forth between the two girls.
“Give him a peak, baby,” Quinn ordered as she pinched her nipples. Rachel smiled at Jesse, showing more confidence than she had all night, and placed her hands on his knees. As she leaned forward, he was treated to an enticing view of her cleavage, a few strands of hair falling forward over her shoulders.
“Do you like my girl, Jesse?” He nodded at Quinn’s words. “That’s not how we answer questions here,” she glared at him.
He swallowed hard before mumbling, “I like your girl, Quinn.”
“I’m glad,” she smiled. “On your knees, Rachel,” Quinn’s girlfriend obeyed dutifully. “Now, be a good host and offer him our gift. Ask nicely.”
“Jesse,” Rachel purred up at him, “can I please suck your cock?” Jesse groaned, shutting his eyes.
“Show him how much you want it, sweetie,” Quinn panted, her hands running down her stomach.
Rachel stared up at Jesse, brown eyes wide, and leaned forward, nuzzling her face against his denim-covered dick. Jesse moaned and thrust his hips forward as she licked at his crotch, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on the seam of his jeans. He gasped as she moaned against him.
“Please, Jesse,” she panted, “put your cock in my mouth. Let me suck you.”
“Do it,” Quinn gasped, hands running up her torso to her neck and back down to her breasts again, “Look how bad she wants it. Give it to her.”
Jesse rushed to undo his pants, shaking hands fumbling with his zipper. He blushed at the sound of Quinn’s chuckling, but finally managed to undo his jeans, quickly pulling his dick out. Rachel stared hungrily, but waited.
“Go, baby,” Quinn told her, rolling her head back and forth slightly, “suck him. Make it sloppy.”
Rachel did as she was told, grabbing Jesse in one hand and licking long, wet stripes up and down his cock. Jesse groaned fiercely and went to grab for Rachel, when he thought better of it.
“Quinn,” he ground out, “Quinn, can I please…”
“Please what?” Quinn moaned.
“Can I grab her?”
“You mean you want to fuck her face?” Quinn managed to smirk, even through her arousal.
“Yes!”
“Then ask me like a good boy.”
“Quinn,” Jesse moaned, hips thrusting as Rachel ran her tongue around his head, “can I please fuck her face?”
Quinn smiled, sliding one hand down toward her pussy, “Fuck, yes, baby.”
Jesse fisted his hands in Rachel’s hair as she engulfed him in her mouth, slurping loudly. He pulled her head down as he thrust at her, eyes rolling back in his head at the sound of her gurgling. Strands of spit began to drip from her mouth as she gagged on his cock.
Jesse looked back down at her, cheeks hollow around his cock, and moaned loudly, thrusting faster. The wet sound of her sucking spurred him on, pulling at her hair until she moaned around him.
Rachel began gasping for air around his cock, drooling all over him as she gagged. Jesse leaned his head back as he let out a sob.
“Don’t you dare cum, St. James,” Quinn panted. “You push her off before you fucking cum.”
Jesse groaned and plunged Rachel’s face down on his cock once, twice more before forcefully pushing her away. She fell back on her elbows, coughing hard and attempting to wipe the drool off her face.
“You okay, baby?” Quinn was now sprawled on the chair, legs flung open as she played with herself.
“Yes,” Rachel coughed, “yes, I’m okay.”
“Good girl. Up on the bed, just the way I like.”
Rachel nodded, still struggling for breath. Jesse turned around and watched as she positioned herself on all fours, facing away from him, ass high in the air. The sight of her smooth ass, disturbed only by the white line of her thong and framed by her simple cotton socks, was almost too much for him.
“You look pathetic, Jesse,” Quinn laughed, “take your damn clothes off.” He blushed, but quickly rid himself of his open pants and boxers, pulling his black t-shirt over his head. He heard Quinn mumble, “Good boy,” as she moaned lightly.
“On your knees behind her,” she ordered, fingers slowly moving inside her pussy. “Play with her tits, for Christ’s sake. I wrapped them just for you.”
Jesse reached forward and undid the clasp of Rachel’s bra. It fell forward onto the bed, and he slowly ran his hands up her sides, reaching around and taking a breast in each hand. She moaned, and he wished he could see her, but knew better than to test Quinn. On second thought, maybe she had planned it this way, unwilling to let Jesse get too much of her girlfriend this time (because, God, he hoped this was the first of many times).
Rachel panted as Jesse palmed her breasts, shifting slightly on the bed. He withdrew for a moment, and she whined at the loss of contact, but he quickly licked his fingers and returned, rolling her nipples between his wet digits.
“Pinch them,” Quinn moaned, “hard. She loves that.”
Jesse did as he was told, pinching Rachel’s nipples firmly and pulling them away from her body. Sure enough, Rachel shrieked and thrust her hips against the empty air, head hanging forward.
“Look at that,” Quinn laughed, “she can’t even hide it. My baby’s such a slut. Pull down her panties.”
Jesse reluctantly pulled his hands away from Rachel’s tits, running them back toward her ass and pulling her thong down to her knees. He ran his hands tentatively over her smooth skin.
“Look at that ass. Isn’t she a sight?” Quinn asked him. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck it sometime.”
Jesse groaned and closed his eyes, both at the thought of fucking Rachel’s ass, and the implication that there would be subsequent meetings…
“Do you want it, baby?” Quinn called to Rachel, slowly increasing the pace of her fingers.
“Yes, please,” she gasped, looking over her shoulder. “Please let him fuck me, Quinn.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes, yes, please,” Rachel moaned, “I’m a good girl. I’ve been good!”
“What about you, Jesse?” Quinn asked, turning to face him. “Are you my good boy?”
Jesse answered her quickly, any shame disappearing at the promise of finally fucking Rachel, “Yes, Quinn. I’ve been a good boy…”
“Well, then, what are you waiting for?” She smiled. “Fuck her, baby.”
Jesse took Rachel by the hips and sunk into her, groaning loudly. She bucked back against him, trying to set a quick pace.
“Quinn,” Rachel cried as Jesse plunged into her over and over, “please, harder, please!”
“Harder, Jesse,” Quinn called, eyes glued to the scene on the bed as she played with her clit, her other hand rapidly moving in and out of her, “fuck her cunt, boy.”
Jesse quickly looped one hand around Rachel’s torso, pulling her up onto her knees against him. She shrieked at the change of position, as Quinn, too far gone to care that she hadn’t given him permission, moaned loudly. He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.
“Can I please,” Jesse panted, his head falling forward into Rachel’s shoulder, “please, her clit…”
“Yes,” Quinn breathed, high-pitched and airy. “Pinch it.”
Jesse obeyed, reaching his other hand around and pinching Rachel’s clit hard. She squealed, reaching her arms behind her and wrapping them around his neck.
“Yes, Jesse,” she panted.
“Rachel,” he groaned back.
“No!” Quinn called, fingers working furiously on her own clit, “Say my name!”
“Quinn!” They both called in unison.
“Oh, fuck, Quinn,” Jesse pleaded desperately, his voice high, “please, please.” He could feel Rachel’s cunt clenching around him as they moved together.
“Please, Quinn,” Rachel joined him in his begging.
Quinn shuddered, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, basking in the sound of their moans. Their chorus of, “Please, Quinn, please,” drove her nearer and nearer to the edge until finally, just before she went over, she called, “Yes, cum for me, baby!”
Both Jesse and Rachel cried out Quinn’s name as their orgasms washed over them. They shuddered against one another, Jesse still tugging at Rachel’s clit. Eventually, he was unable to hold her anymore, and she slumped down, falling on her side. He followed, gasping for air, pressed against her from behind.
For a while, the only sound was the three of them panting hard, all coming down from their high. Finally, Quinn forced herself up from the chair and stumbled over to the bed. She crawled into the middle, leaning against the wall.
“Up here,” she panted to the boy and girl lying at the foot of the bed, patting the covers on either side of her. They crawled up to her, Jesse leaning against her left shoulder, Rachel on her right. The three sat in silence for a long moment, Quinn running her fingers through their hair.
“So, Jesse,” Quinn eventually smirked, “what do you think of my girl?”
Jesse laughed breathlessly and only managed to choke out, “Fuck, Quinn…”
She smiled proudly at Rachel, pulling her head into her lap, still playing with her hair, “Yeah, she’s something, isn’t she?” She turned to Jesse and gently pulled his face toward her, kissing him softly, “And you, you’re my good boy.”
Jesse smiled, leaning in for another kiss and preening under Quinn’s attention. As they pulled apart, she pulled her head to rest against her soft breasts.
“Maybe, if you’re extra good, I’ll let you help me tie her up next time. Would you like that?”
Jesse shared a smiled with Rachel as he tangled his fingers with hers, nestling his face into Quinn’s chest, “Yes, please, Quinn.”