Backdated Log: This is how you remind me...
Who: Puck and Santana
When:Wednesday, December 28th, 2011. Night.
Where: Party
What: Jealousy abound and bonin’
Rating: NC-17
Santana had been at this part exactly ninety minutes and she was already ready to leave. Puck had casually mentioned coming earlier that day. So, she’d dragged Quinn with her and as soon as she’d walked through the door, some stupid little skank was all over him dancing. When the girl had finally gone off to probably check to make her pubic lice were under control, Santana sauntered over to Puck.
“The next time you invite me to a party, you could at least fucking acknowledge that I showed up,” she growled, shoving his shoulder a little. Normally, she wouldn’t have ever done that in front of everyone, but she was beyond pissed. She’d spent a lot of time making sure she looked super hot for him. She could’ve stayed home for all of that.
“Chill out,” He growled at her, his voice low as he shot her an angry glance. “I thought we could hang and get buzzed. If I knew you were on the rag I wouldn’t of bothered. Jesus Christ San, we weren’t even doing anything. Not like it matters, because I don’t need your permission!”
He knew he was coming off more than a little bit of a dick, but he didn’t care. Even though it was kinda hot when Santana bossed him around, it was only hot in the bedroom. Her doing it in public not only made him feel like shit, but it pissed him off too. He liked Santana so much because she wasn’t a whiny bitch like any other girl in the fucking school they went too. When she started going nuts like she was not, it wasn’t hot at all. In fact, it was a down right boner killer.
“Like me being on the rag has ever stopped you before,” Santana bit out, looking around. God, she was so not this girl, but now he was being an asshole. “I don’t want to do this right here.” Everyone was looking at them and she wasn’t about to pull a Quinn and get all loud and angry. Girls like that annoyed the shit out of her. “Let’s go somewhere.”
He tried his best not to roll his eyes at her comment, trying his best to ignore the fact that despite the pounding bass and the sound of crappy top twenty filling the house, people were starting to stare at them. He definitely didn’t need this bullshit. If anyone caught wind of him letting some girl scream at him, it was going to do some serious damage to his rep. Even if it was Santana Lopez. When she suggested they go someplace else, he nodded, eager to get out of everyone’s sight. “C’mon. There’s a spare room upstairs.”
Santana followed behind him, down the hall and to a room on the left. She closed the door behind them and leaned against her. Her arms crossed over her chest and she glared at him. “Before you even open your fat mouth to say anything. I know you don’t ‘need my permission,’ but you can at least respect me when you invite to a party. I’m not one of those other bitches. You can’t run game on me, Puck. I’m the head bitch.”
“I don’t know why you’re even pissed. It’s not like I was making out with her,” He mumbled under his breath, looking at her. “No need to get all tough girl on me, I know you’re not like other girls. Believe me.”
The last part came out sincerely as he finally looked up at her, smiling softly in attempt to soften that iron glare that she was still sporting towards him. Part of him hoped that she believed him--he knew that he said a lot of things sometimes just to get her to shut up, but sometimes he meant what he said. This was one of those times.
“You’re cooler than any girl I know, San.”
“You’re right,” she said slowly, letting her arms fall to her sides. She was wearing her new dress she’d gotten for Christmas, had worn it specifically for him because she knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her. “I am.” She tried to ignore his grin. She hated how that smile always made her give in. It wasn’t fair.
“You look hot tonight,” Puck replied, grinning a little. “I just, I dunno. I invited you... and I just thought it’d be you and you showed up with Quinn. I thought you were gonna blow me off or somethin’ and that girl had been looking at me all night... it wasn’t anything. We were just dancing. I didn’t do anything with her.”
Yet, she thought, but didn’t bother to say. “Quinn never does anything with her life and it’s kind of tragic. I brought her here so she’d lighten up. I didn’t plan to babysit her. You invited me and I came. If I was gonna blow you off, I wouldn’t be here.” She fixed him with a look that let him know she was being sincere. “If you wanted it to just be me, you shoulda said that.”
“It’s not a big deal.” He shrugged. “If she’s doin’ her own thing I guess it doesn’t matter anyways. Cuz it’s just us now, isn’t it?” The last part of his question was a bit more suggestive, his eyebrows raising as he plopped down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. It wasn’t as comfortable as his bed or as big as Santana’s, but it wasn’t bad. At least it wasn’t lumpy.
Crossing the room slowly, Santana didn’t sit down. She stopped just in front of him. “You’re right. We are.’ She leaned over and brushed her lips over his lightly, not letting him deepen the kiss. “What do you want to do?” She asked even though she knew.
He leaned back a little bit, relaxing on his elbows as he looked up at her. Damn, she looked smokin’ in that dress. It’d be a waste not to just rip it off of her. He knew that’d be a little much though. When she asked what he wanted to do, he shrugged in mock confusion, like he had no clue what so ever what they could do.
“I dunno.”
Pulling pack to straighten, she smirked at him. Her eyes fell to his crotch and she thought she could almost see him getting hard beneath the fabric of his jeans. “If you don’t know, then maybe I should get back to the party,” she said with a shrug. She turned her back to him and made like she was going to walk out.
“Aw, c’mon babe.” He groaned softly, tilting his head back. “I was just joking. How ‘bout you do something for me... and then I do a little something for you? How’s that sound?”
Sure, he probably could’ve asked for full blown sex and gotten it. But a couple beers and a buzz was causing him to think a bit differently. And right now, he didn’t want his dick as deep inside Santana as possible. He’d quite prefer her mouth. Not that her pussy wasn’t banging. Sex with her was awesome. They’d been a bit sloppy their first time, but it had only gotten better with age. The same went with her blowjobs. He really just couldn’t get enough. He hoped he’d gotten better too and she felt the same way about his dick and his tongue.
Santana didn’t mind blowing him. She didn’t really mind doing anything with him, but she didn’t feel like getting on her knees right now. Now in this dress. But she started to throb, could feel herself getting wet at the thought of his mouth. “We could do it at the same time,” she suggested, reaching under the dress to tug her g-string down her legs.
“Yeah?” He perked up at the idea. He was always up for trying something new. Especially if it sounded super hot. “Yeah. Let’s do it at the same time. That way one of us doesn’t have to wait. We can feel good at the same time. It’s win-win. Why didn’t we think of this sooner? That’s a fuckin’ bangin’ idea, babe.”
Rolling her eyes, Santana moved back over to the bed and reached for his fly. “I don’t know. I’m kind of a genius. I’ve been wanting to try it since we watched that one movie.” She pulled at his zipper and started tugging his jeans over his hips.
“You are really smart,” He murmured softly, his eyes a bit glazed over as he watched her tug at his jeans. He loved watching her work him over, his hips lifting up a little to help her out a bit. It was never a hard job for Santana to get him out of his clothes, though. As she tugged down his jeans, his cock easily popped out, a short grin coming to his lips as he looked down at her. He never really bothered with underwear, especially not when he had a party to go too--too much work. Plus, full commando was awesome.
Fuck, she would never not love the effect she had on him. She took him into her hand, stroking with purpose as she kissed his lips. “Lay down already,” she mumbled into the kiss. Her wrist rotated a little and she pushed at his shoulder with her free hand, moving to climb over his body.
He didn’t say anything as he obeyed her command, laying back against the bed, biting back a soft groan as he felt her hand tighten around his length.Santana was always awesome with her hand, even if it wasn’t his favorite thing to do with her. He let out a shaky breath as she climbed over him. If he hadn’t already been kind of hard, he certainly would have been with the sight of Santana’s ass in his face. He tried his best to hold back a grin, letting his hand wander along her thigh, slowly beginning to push up her dress.
Santana let her knees settle on either side of his head. She was already soaked and she’d be embarrassed about that fact if it were anyone else. She licked her lips, lifting up a little and backing up until she was settle over his mouth. Thank God, for Sue’s bi-weekly, mandatory wax jobs. Not that Puck had ever seemed to mind before she started to get them. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his hip and then let her tongue work slowly up his length and circle the tip.
Puck was in heaven. Letting his fingers trace firmly along her inner thigh, he quickly got down to business, pushing her dress up in order to give himself a little better access to her. He pressed a light kiss against her, licking his lips as he savoured her taste on his lips. He tongue flicked in a teasing motion against her outer folds before firmly pressing into her. He tried his best to bite back a groan, amazed that he was still able to get her so wet so quickly. As his free hand traced up and over her ass, he let his tongue go to work, flicking in short circles, intent to tease her before working up to the big finale.
Whining, Santana pushed back against his tongue. He was really trying to get her worked up and if anyone knew how to do that it, it was Puck. She focused on the feel of him for a moment, letting her hand reach down to cup his sack. She massaged gently, just the way he liked it and she laid flat against his body, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue slid along his erection, tracing the little veins and ridges as she worked him. She breathed out slowly through her nose adding a little sucking as she pulled up on him, her tongue gliding along the tip.
Fuck, Santana was good with her mouth. Puck’s mind was racing as he felt Santana press back against him, that little whine that she always did driving him up the wall. His hand remained firmly on her hip, as if to hold her in place as he thrust his tongue a little deeper into her, swirling it lightly against her folds as he aimed to find her clit, flicking his tongue forcefully against it once he found it, eager to draw a moan out of her.
Santana moaned low in her throat, humming around his cock. She took him in deeper, bobbing her head up and down. She squeezed his sack a little, ignoring the salty flavor that leaked into her mouth. She rocked her hips, pressing down a little against his tongue. Her thighs burned a little, but her body felt hot and every time he pressed against her like that, her whole body tingled.
His breathing was heavy as he tried to focus less on Santana’s lips around his dick and more on trying to make sure he was actually eating her out, but it was hard to focus. His hips jerked upwards a little and he couldn’t ignore the warmth pooling throughout his lower body as Santana worked her magic. He scrunched his eyebrows a little, glad that Santana couldn’t see him from this position. Doubletasking was hard. He thought getting head and eating Santana out at the same time would be easy, but it was actually kinda hard... it just felt so damn good and she tasted so damn good... it was like a total goddamn sensory overload or some shit like that. Feeling her rock her hips, he knew he was doing something right, his tongue continuing to lavish attention upon her clit, swirling his tongue every once in awhile to extract a moan from the Latina above him. He knew she always loved when he did that.
This time, Santana had to pull her mouth away. It felt so good and her back arched. The pleasure licked up her spine and she rolled her hips. “Fuck....yes. Just like that, Puck,” she moaned loudly. Her hand stroked him quickly. Fuck it was hard to focus when he was going to town on her. She could feel her clit throbbing and she was starting to clench. She really kind wished he’d finish off inside of her, so they could come together because she could barely breathe with him in her mouth and her trying to moan and pant.
He pulled his mouth away, only barely to murmur softly against her folds. “You like that babe?” Before long his mouth was once more buried against her mound, his tongue pressing deeper into her, this time going directly to her clit. He was done with the teasing. He was trying his best not to blow his load too soon, but fuck, if he wasn’t ready to go. Santana tasted so good, and the way she was throbbing and clenching around his tongue was hot as hell. Going by the sounds she was making, he figured she was probably having the same problems he was, and decided not to hold back, his tongue vigorously thrusting against her clit while he sucked roughly at her moistness, lapping up the taste that was drenching her folds as he tried his best to delay his impending orgasm.
She pulled her mouth away again. She was so close and she just needed to focus on getting off. She knew Puck wouldn’t mind her coming first. So, she wrapped her hand around him tightly and ran her thumb over the head. Her hips moved in tiny figure eights. The feel of his tongue against her was almost too much. She sucked in a shuddering breath and worked her hand faster. “I’m...so close. Fuck...a little...Dios...” she whimpered. She made a keening noise and he pressed against her just right and she exploded, coming hard against him.
He groaned loudly as he felt Santana come undone, his tongue moving in lazy patterns as he sucked gingerly, eagerly lapping up everything Santana gave him as she exploded into his mouth. It was amazing and he didn’t mind the temporary loss of warmth around his own prick, too engrossed in getting Santana off. Even after she seemed well and finished, his tongue continued to circle along her folds, planting open mouthed kisses against the skin as his hand firmly patted her ass. “Fuck, San. You taste so good.”
Tiny aftershocks chased after one another through her body as he continued to lick her. This was totally worth getting all dressed up and coming to a lame ass party, she thought. She squirmed away from his mouth, feeling too sensitive to allow him to continue. She released him from her hand a moved next to him on the bed before she leaned over and took him completely into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw and took a slow breath, letting him hit the back of her throat.
He finally sat back and relaxed, letting out a heavy sigh as Santana went to town on him. He was already close, and the fact she took him down so easily just made it even hotter. He tossed his head back against the pillow as he felt Santana take him down, a shiver running through his spine at the warmth of his mouth. He couldn’t help it, but he was too worked up from eating her out and knew he wasn’t gonna last long. “Fuck, babe. You’re so awesome at this... I’m gonna bust soon, though if you keep blowing me like this. Just a heads up.”
Santana swallowed around him and then slid back, making a small noise to let him know that was okay. Her throat kind of hurt. It had been a long time since she’d done that, but she didn’t mind doing that with him, for him. Puck actually appreciated little shit like that. She reached out to his sack again, massaging just way he liked as she twisted her mouth on him, sucking.
One last twitch, one last feel of her hands on his balls was all he needed before he was completely done over. “Fuck, San, I’m... fuck, Santana!” He moaned out her name loudly, his hips bucking up into the warmth of her mouth as he felt his orgasm crash over him, his toes curling and his spine tingling and as shot his load right into her mouth. He heaved roughly as he rode out his orgasm, reveling in the intensity of the moment. No matter how many times they did it, Santana always managed to make him blow the biggest load. He’d been with other girls, sure, but it always the same: boring, sloppy, and maybe even a little bit painful if they used too much teeth. Santana knew what he liked. And she swallowed. That made her really fucking awesome in his book. His chest rising heavily, he soon began to come down from his high, still panting as he flashed a sloppy grin, his hand playfully swatting her ass.
“Jesus babe, you were right. That was an awesome idea. If we practiced it a little, it’d be fucking awesome. We could cum at the same time and shit.”
She wished she’d brought some water in with her. She hadn’t exactly been planning to blow him, but it wasn’t a big deal. She just wasn’t a fan of the aftertaste. Sliding up his body, she chuckled a little and kissed his neck. “Yeah, we can practice that some more because it was really fucking hot.” She slipped her hand under his shirt and ran her hand over his chest, tugging playfully at his nipple ring. “I like when you make things up to me,” she teased, nipping lightly.
He groaned softly as she tugged at his piercing. Even after all these years, it didn’t fail to get him going. He tilted his head a little to give her better access to his neck, not saying a word as he listened to her talk. “I know I’m a dick sometimes, but even I know when I cross the line. I’m not Grayson. Plus... you’re different than other girls.” He shrugged absentmindedly. “I don’t like when we argue and shit. It’s not just cuz it’s a bonerkiller, it’s just something I don’t like doing with you. We’re not exclusive for a reason.” He let his free hand seek out hers, snaking their fingers together as he tilted his head slightly to look at her. “We wanna have all the good shit you get from dating someone without all the drama and bullshit. Especially high school bullshit. It’s just a waste of time. For both of us, you know? It’s way better when it’s just super chill. Like now. I like when we get done having super bangin’ sex and we just talk about shit, like how awesome Super Mario World is or how lame Mr. Schue is for giving you Spanish homework when you’re fluent or whatever. I like it when it’s like that.”
She pulled back enough to watch the side of his face as he spoke. It didn’t like happen all of the time, but sometimes he was really sweet. It was moments like these where she thought she might actually love him more than almost everyone else. Not that she was ever going to tell him that and not that he really needed to hear it. He just got it. And saying that shit would just ruin everything because he was right, they worked because they both wanted all the good shit without all of the fighting and drama and stupid shit. “God, you’re such a girl sometimes, Puckerman. I should just start bangin’ chicks if you’re gonna get all sentimental and shit after sex,” she teased, but her eyes sparkled and she was grinning at him.
“You can bang all the chicks you want, babe. But if you decide you wanna experiment, can I watch?” He looked at her with a wide grin, although he was completely serious. He knew Santana was joking, but if she was even partially serious.... he definitely wouldn’t mind. Girl on girl was totally hot. He couldn’t get enough of it. “Actually, do you think I could join in if that happens? Cause that’d be even better.” It was true. If two girls was hot, two girls plus the Puckasaurus was an even hotter combination. He grinned back at her, letting his free stroke along her back.
Hesitating, Santana thought about the movie she and Brittany had watched at her house last month. She’d been wondering about being with a girl increasingly, but it still really freaked her out. It wasn’t unappealing, the thought, and that’s what was freaking her out even more. But if Puck was there, it wouldn’t be...gay. It would be like she was doing it with him. That wasn’t as scary a thought. “I’ll think about it. Find a girl that isn’t a complete skank, and I might be willing.”
“Really?” He asked, a little surprised. Given all the slurs she threw around, Puck was definitely a little surprised that she was open to the idea. Not that Puck had any problem with gay people -- lesbians were awesome. He just didn’t get quite get the whole dude thing. It definitely wasn’t for him. And while some could be downright annoying, like that Hummel kid, Niki wasn’t too bad. They weren’t friends, but he hadn’t done anything to piss Puck off. So he was off his radar. The only reason he really even gave Hummel such a hard time was because he was so smug about it. He couldn’t lay down and just be dumpster tossed like every other dweeb. He had to make some stupid remark about how he’d be working for him in the next ten years or something stupid like that. “I dunno if you’d be down with anyone I have in mind... and I can’t think of any chicks I’ve banged recently that are even worth inviting. Why don’t you pick? That way, you get someone who isn’t a skank. If you’re serious about it.”
Santana shrugged, but didn’t say anything else. She didn’t want to have to do the work It was weird enough that the only person coming to mind was Brittany and that just...seemed wrong. Brittany was a freshman and like...she couldn’t imagine letting Puck touch Brittany without wanting to punch him. The two got along pretty okay, but she’d never gotten the impression that Brittany like-liked Puck in that way. Plus, she was a virgin and Santana like thought her first time should like be special and not in some fucked up threeway. “We’ll see,” she mumbled, curling into his side. “How long do you think we have before someone comes crashing in here to bone?”
“I ‘unno,” He murmured as he reached down to pull up his jeans, zipping them up and buckling. “Probably not too much longer. Too bad what just happened was probably the hottest thing that’s ever gonna happen in this room. You know the rest of the night it’s gonna be messy blow jobs and bad sex that lasts like five minutes.”
Sighing, she sat up and reached for her panties, tossing them at him. “We should leave then. Go back to your place? My parents are home, but they think I’m sleeping at Quinn’s. I kind of...want to keep going without any interruptions,” she said with a smirk, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, sure. Ma’s working late and Sarah’s staying with a friend.” He replied, a grin on his face. “Well, if that’s what you want to do, why the hell are we sitting here? C’mon.” Running his fingers through the back of his mohawk, he finally got up from the bed, stretching lightly as he shot her glance. “I wanna grab another beer before we leave though. But after that, I’m yours. All night.”
When:Wednesday, December 28th, 2011. Night.
Where: Party
What: Jealousy abound and bonin’
Rating: NC-17
Santana had been at this part exactly ninety minutes and she was already ready to leave. Puck had casually mentioned coming earlier that day. So, she’d dragged Quinn with her and as soon as she’d walked through the door, some stupid little skank was all over him dancing. When the girl had finally gone off to probably check to make her pubic lice were under control, Santana sauntered over to Puck.
“The next time you invite me to a party, you could at least fucking acknowledge that I showed up,” she growled, shoving his shoulder a little. Normally, she wouldn’t have ever done that in front of everyone, but she was beyond pissed. She’d spent a lot of time making sure she looked super hot for him. She could’ve stayed home for all of that.
“Chill out,” He growled at her, his voice low as he shot her an angry glance. “I thought we could hang and get buzzed. If I knew you were on the rag I wouldn’t of bothered. Jesus Christ San, we weren’t even doing anything. Not like it matters, because I don’t need your permission!”
He knew he was coming off more than a little bit of a dick, but he didn’t care. Even though it was kinda hot when Santana bossed him around, it was only hot in the bedroom. Her doing it in public not only made him feel like shit, but it pissed him off too. He liked Santana so much because she wasn’t a whiny bitch like any other girl in the fucking school they went too. When she started going nuts like she was not, it wasn’t hot at all. In fact, it was a down right boner killer.
“Like me being on the rag has ever stopped you before,” Santana bit out, looking around. God, she was so not this girl, but now he was being an asshole. “I don’t want to do this right here.” Everyone was looking at them and she wasn’t about to pull a Quinn and get all loud and angry. Girls like that annoyed the shit out of her. “Let’s go somewhere.”
He tried his best not to roll his eyes at her comment, trying his best to ignore the fact that despite the pounding bass and the sound of crappy top twenty filling the house, people were starting to stare at them. He definitely didn’t need this bullshit. If anyone caught wind of him letting some girl scream at him, it was going to do some serious damage to his rep. Even if it was Santana Lopez. When she suggested they go someplace else, he nodded, eager to get out of everyone’s sight. “C’mon. There’s a spare room upstairs.”
Santana followed behind him, down the hall and to a room on the left. She closed the door behind them and leaned against her. Her arms crossed over her chest and she glared at him. “Before you even open your fat mouth to say anything. I know you don’t ‘need my permission,’ but you can at least respect me when you invite to a party. I’m not one of those other bitches. You can’t run game on me, Puck. I’m the head bitch.”
“I don’t know why you’re even pissed. It’s not like I was making out with her,” He mumbled under his breath, looking at her. “No need to get all tough girl on me, I know you’re not like other girls. Believe me.”
The last part came out sincerely as he finally looked up at her, smiling softly in attempt to soften that iron glare that she was still sporting towards him. Part of him hoped that she believed him--he knew that he said a lot of things sometimes just to get her to shut up, but sometimes he meant what he said. This was one of those times.
“You’re cooler than any girl I know, San.”
“You’re right,” she said slowly, letting her arms fall to her sides. She was wearing her new dress she’d gotten for Christmas, had worn it specifically for him because she knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her. “I am.” She tried to ignore his grin. She hated how that smile always made her give in. It wasn’t fair.
“You look hot tonight,” Puck replied, grinning a little. “I just, I dunno. I invited you... and I just thought it’d be you and you showed up with Quinn. I thought you were gonna blow me off or somethin’ and that girl had been looking at me all night... it wasn’t anything. We were just dancing. I didn’t do anything with her.”
Yet, she thought, but didn’t bother to say. “Quinn never does anything with her life and it’s kind of tragic. I brought her here so she’d lighten up. I didn’t plan to babysit her. You invited me and I came. If I was gonna blow you off, I wouldn’t be here.” She fixed him with a look that let him know she was being sincere. “If you wanted it to just be me, you shoulda said that.”
“It’s not a big deal.” He shrugged. “If she’s doin’ her own thing I guess it doesn’t matter anyways. Cuz it’s just us now, isn’t it?” The last part of his question was a bit more suggestive, his eyebrows raising as he plopped down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. It wasn’t as comfortable as his bed or as big as Santana’s, but it wasn’t bad. At least it wasn’t lumpy.
Crossing the room slowly, Santana didn’t sit down. She stopped just in front of him. “You’re right. We are.’ She leaned over and brushed her lips over his lightly, not letting him deepen the kiss. “What do you want to do?” She asked even though she knew.
He leaned back a little bit, relaxing on his elbows as he looked up at her. Damn, she looked smokin’ in that dress. It’d be a waste not to just rip it off of her. He knew that’d be a little much though. When she asked what he wanted to do, he shrugged in mock confusion, like he had no clue what so ever what they could do.
“I dunno.”
Pulling pack to straighten, she smirked at him. Her eyes fell to his crotch and she thought she could almost see him getting hard beneath the fabric of his jeans. “If you don’t know, then maybe I should get back to the party,” she said with a shrug. She turned her back to him and made like she was going to walk out.
“Aw, c’mon babe.” He groaned softly, tilting his head back. “I was just joking. How ‘bout you do something for me... and then I do a little something for you? How’s that sound?”
Sure, he probably could’ve asked for full blown sex and gotten it. But a couple beers and a buzz was causing him to think a bit differently. And right now, he didn’t want his dick as deep inside Santana as possible. He’d quite prefer her mouth. Not that her pussy wasn’t banging. Sex with her was awesome. They’d been a bit sloppy their first time, but it had only gotten better with age. The same went with her blowjobs. He really just couldn’t get enough. He hoped he’d gotten better too and she felt the same way about his dick and his tongue.
Santana didn’t mind blowing him. She didn’t really mind doing anything with him, but she didn’t feel like getting on her knees right now. Now in this dress. But she started to throb, could feel herself getting wet at the thought of his mouth. “We could do it at the same time,” she suggested, reaching under the dress to tug her g-string down her legs.
“Yeah?” He perked up at the idea. He was always up for trying something new. Especially if it sounded super hot. “Yeah. Let’s do it at the same time. That way one of us doesn’t have to wait. We can feel good at the same time. It’s win-win. Why didn’t we think of this sooner? That’s a fuckin’ bangin’ idea, babe.”
Rolling her eyes, Santana moved back over to the bed and reached for his fly. “I don’t know. I’m kind of a genius. I’ve been wanting to try it since we watched that one movie.” She pulled at his zipper and started tugging his jeans over his hips.
“You are really smart,” He murmured softly, his eyes a bit glazed over as he watched her tug at his jeans. He loved watching her work him over, his hips lifting up a little to help her out a bit. It was never a hard job for Santana to get him out of his clothes, though. As she tugged down his jeans, his cock easily popped out, a short grin coming to his lips as he looked down at her. He never really bothered with underwear, especially not when he had a party to go too--too much work. Plus, full commando was awesome.
Fuck, she would never not love the effect she had on him. She took him into her hand, stroking with purpose as she kissed his lips. “Lay down already,” she mumbled into the kiss. Her wrist rotated a little and she pushed at his shoulder with her free hand, moving to climb over his body.
He didn’t say anything as he obeyed her command, laying back against the bed, biting back a soft groan as he felt her hand tighten around his length.Santana was always awesome with her hand, even if it wasn’t his favorite thing to do with her. He let out a shaky breath as she climbed over him. If he hadn’t already been kind of hard, he certainly would have been with the sight of Santana’s ass in his face. He tried his best to hold back a grin, letting his hand wander along her thigh, slowly beginning to push up her dress.
Santana let her knees settle on either side of his head. She was already soaked and she’d be embarrassed about that fact if it were anyone else. She licked her lips, lifting up a little and backing up until she was settle over his mouth. Thank God, for Sue’s bi-weekly, mandatory wax jobs. Not that Puck had ever seemed to mind before she started to get them. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his hip and then let her tongue work slowly up his length and circle the tip.
Puck was in heaven. Letting his fingers trace firmly along her inner thigh, he quickly got down to business, pushing her dress up in order to give himself a little better access to her. He pressed a light kiss against her, licking his lips as he savoured her taste on his lips. He tongue flicked in a teasing motion against her outer folds before firmly pressing into her. He tried his best to bite back a groan, amazed that he was still able to get her so wet so quickly. As his free hand traced up and over her ass, he let his tongue go to work, flicking in short circles, intent to tease her before working up to the big finale.
Whining, Santana pushed back against his tongue. He was really trying to get her worked up and if anyone knew how to do that it, it was Puck. She focused on the feel of him for a moment, letting her hand reach down to cup his sack. She massaged gently, just the way he liked it and she laid flat against his body, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue slid along his erection, tracing the little veins and ridges as she worked him. She breathed out slowly through her nose adding a little sucking as she pulled up on him, her tongue gliding along the tip.
Fuck, Santana was good with her mouth. Puck’s mind was racing as he felt Santana press back against him, that little whine that she always did driving him up the wall. His hand remained firmly on her hip, as if to hold her in place as he thrust his tongue a little deeper into her, swirling it lightly against her folds as he aimed to find her clit, flicking his tongue forcefully against it once he found it, eager to draw a moan out of her.
Santana moaned low in her throat, humming around his cock. She took him in deeper, bobbing her head up and down. She squeezed his sack a little, ignoring the salty flavor that leaked into her mouth. She rocked her hips, pressing down a little against his tongue. Her thighs burned a little, but her body felt hot and every time he pressed against her like that, her whole body tingled.
His breathing was heavy as he tried to focus less on Santana’s lips around his dick and more on trying to make sure he was actually eating her out, but it was hard to focus. His hips jerked upwards a little and he couldn’t ignore the warmth pooling throughout his lower body as Santana worked her magic. He scrunched his eyebrows a little, glad that Santana couldn’t see him from this position. Doubletasking was hard. He thought getting head and eating Santana out at the same time would be easy, but it was actually kinda hard... it just felt so damn good and she tasted so damn good... it was like a total goddamn sensory overload or some shit like that. Feeling her rock her hips, he knew he was doing something right, his tongue continuing to lavish attention upon her clit, swirling his tongue every once in awhile to extract a moan from the Latina above him. He knew she always loved when he did that.
This time, Santana had to pull her mouth away. It felt so good and her back arched. The pleasure licked up her spine and she rolled her hips. “Fuck....yes. Just like that, Puck,” she moaned loudly. Her hand stroked him quickly. Fuck it was hard to focus when he was going to town on her. She could feel her clit throbbing and she was starting to clench. She really kind wished he’d finish off inside of her, so they could come together because she could barely breathe with him in her mouth and her trying to moan and pant.
He pulled his mouth away, only barely to murmur softly against her folds. “You like that babe?” Before long his mouth was once more buried against her mound, his tongue pressing deeper into her, this time going directly to her clit. He was done with the teasing. He was trying his best not to blow his load too soon, but fuck, if he wasn’t ready to go. Santana tasted so good, and the way she was throbbing and clenching around his tongue was hot as hell. Going by the sounds she was making, he figured she was probably having the same problems he was, and decided not to hold back, his tongue vigorously thrusting against her clit while he sucked roughly at her moistness, lapping up the taste that was drenching her folds as he tried his best to delay his impending orgasm.
She pulled her mouth away again. She was so close and she just needed to focus on getting off. She knew Puck wouldn’t mind her coming first. So, she wrapped her hand around him tightly and ran her thumb over the head. Her hips moved in tiny figure eights. The feel of his tongue against her was almost too much. She sucked in a shuddering breath and worked her hand faster. “I’m...so close. Fuck...a little...Dios...” she whimpered. She made a keening noise and he pressed against her just right and she exploded, coming hard against him.
He groaned loudly as he felt Santana come undone, his tongue moving in lazy patterns as he sucked gingerly, eagerly lapping up everything Santana gave him as she exploded into his mouth. It was amazing and he didn’t mind the temporary loss of warmth around his own prick, too engrossed in getting Santana off. Even after she seemed well and finished, his tongue continued to circle along her folds, planting open mouthed kisses against the skin as his hand firmly patted her ass. “Fuck, San. You taste so good.”
Tiny aftershocks chased after one another through her body as he continued to lick her. This was totally worth getting all dressed up and coming to a lame ass party, she thought. She squirmed away from his mouth, feeling too sensitive to allow him to continue. She released him from her hand a moved next to him on the bed before she leaned over and took him completely into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw and took a slow breath, letting him hit the back of her throat.
He finally sat back and relaxed, letting out a heavy sigh as Santana went to town on him. He was already close, and the fact she took him down so easily just made it even hotter. He tossed his head back against the pillow as he felt Santana take him down, a shiver running through his spine at the warmth of his mouth. He couldn’t help it, but he was too worked up from eating her out and knew he wasn’t gonna last long. “Fuck, babe. You’re so awesome at this... I’m gonna bust soon, though if you keep blowing me like this. Just a heads up.”
Santana swallowed around him and then slid back, making a small noise to let him know that was okay. Her throat kind of hurt. It had been a long time since she’d done that, but she didn’t mind doing that with him, for him. Puck actually appreciated little shit like that. She reached out to his sack again, massaging just way he liked as she twisted her mouth on him, sucking.
One last twitch, one last feel of her hands on his balls was all he needed before he was completely done over. “Fuck, San, I’m... fuck, Santana!” He moaned out her name loudly, his hips bucking up into the warmth of her mouth as he felt his orgasm crash over him, his toes curling and his spine tingling and as shot his load right into her mouth. He heaved roughly as he rode out his orgasm, reveling in the intensity of the moment. No matter how many times they did it, Santana always managed to make him blow the biggest load. He’d been with other girls, sure, but it always the same: boring, sloppy, and maybe even a little bit painful if they used too much teeth. Santana knew what he liked. And she swallowed. That made her really fucking awesome in his book. His chest rising heavily, he soon began to come down from his high, still panting as he flashed a sloppy grin, his hand playfully swatting her ass.
“Jesus babe, you were right. That was an awesome idea. If we practiced it a little, it’d be fucking awesome. We could cum at the same time and shit.”
She wished she’d brought some water in with her. She hadn’t exactly been planning to blow him, but it wasn’t a big deal. She just wasn’t a fan of the aftertaste. Sliding up his body, she chuckled a little and kissed his neck. “Yeah, we can practice that some more because it was really fucking hot.” She slipped her hand under his shirt and ran her hand over his chest, tugging playfully at his nipple ring. “I like when you make things up to me,” she teased, nipping lightly.
He groaned softly as she tugged at his piercing. Even after all these years, it didn’t fail to get him going. He tilted his head a little to give her better access to his neck, not saying a word as he listened to her talk. “I know I’m a dick sometimes, but even I know when I cross the line. I’m not Grayson. Plus... you’re different than other girls.” He shrugged absentmindedly. “I don’t like when we argue and shit. It’s not just cuz it’s a bonerkiller, it’s just something I don’t like doing with you. We’re not exclusive for a reason.” He let his free hand seek out hers, snaking their fingers together as he tilted his head slightly to look at her. “We wanna have all the good shit you get from dating someone without all the drama and bullshit. Especially high school bullshit. It’s just a waste of time. For both of us, you know? It’s way better when it’s just super chill. Like now. I like when we get done having super bangin’ sex and we just talk about shit, like how awesome Super Mario World is or how lame Mr. Schue is for giving you Spanish homework when you’re fluent or whatever. I like it when it’s like that.”
She pulled back enough to watch the side of his face as he spoke. It didn’t like happen all of the time, but sometimes he was really sweet. It was moments like these where she thought she might actually love him more than almost everyone else. Not that she was ever going to tell him that and not that he really needed to hear it. He just got it. And saying that shit would just ruin everything because he was right, they worked because they both wanted all the good shit without all of the fighting and drama and stupid shit. “God, you’re such a girl sometimes, Puckerman. I should just start bangin’ chicks if you’re gonna get all sentimental and shit after sex,” she teased, but her eyes sparkled and she was grinning at him.
“You can bang all the chicks you want, babe. But if you decide you wanna experiment, can I watch?” He looked at her with a wide grin, although he was completely serious. He knew Santana was joking, but if she was even partially serious.... he definitely wouldn’t mind. Girl on girl was totally hot. He couldn’t get enough of it. “Actually, do you think I could join in if that happens? Cause that’d be even better.” It was true. If two girls was hot, two girls plus the Puckasaurus was an even hotter combination. He grinned back at her, letting his free stroke along her back.
Hesitating, Santana thought about the movie she and Brittany had watched at her house last month. She’d been wondering about being with a girl increasingly, but it still really freaked her out. It wasn’t unappealing, the thought, and that’s what was freaking her out even more. But if Puck was there, it wouldn’t be...gay. It would be like she was doing it with him. That wasn’t as scary a thought. “I’ll think about it. Find a girl that isn’t a complete skank, and I might be willing.”
“Really?” He asked, a little surprised. Given all the slurs she threw around, Puck was definitely a little surprised that she was open to the idea. Not that Puck had any problem with gay people -- lesbians were awesome. He just didn’t get quite get the whole dude thing. It definitely wasn’t for him. And while some could be downright annoying, like that Hummel kid, Niki wasn’t too bad. They weren’t friends, but he hadn’t done anything to piss Puck off. So he was off his radar. The only reason he really even gave Hummel such a hard time was because he was so smug about it. He couldn’t lay down and just be dumpster tossed like every other dweeb. He had to make some stupid remark about how he’d be working for him in the next ten years or something stupid like that. “I dunno if you’d be down with anyone I have in mind... and I can’t think of any chicks I’ve banged recently that are even worth inviting. Why don’t you pick? That way, you get someone who isn’t a skank. If you’re serious about it.”
Santana shrugged, but didn’t say anything else. She didn’t want to have to do the work It was weird enough that the only person coming to mind was Brittany and that just...seemed wrong. Brittany was a freshman and like...she couldn’t imagine letting Puck touch Brittany without wanting to punch him. The two got along pretty okay, but she’d never gotten the impression that Brittany like-liked Puck in that way. Plus, she was a virgin and Santana like thought her first time should like be special and not in some fucked up threeway. “We’ll see,” she mumbled, curling into his side. “How long do you think we have before someone comes crashing in here to bone?”
“I ‘unno,” He murmured as he reached down to pull up his jeans, zipping them up and buckling. “Probably not too much longer. Too bad what just happened was probably the hottest thing that’s ever gonna happen in this room. You know the rest of the night it’s gonna be messy blow jobs and bad sex that lasts like five minutes.”
Sighing, she sat up and reached for her panties, tossing them at him. “We should leave then. Go back to your place? My parents are home, but they think I’m sleeping at Quinn’s. I kind of...want to keep going without any interruptions,” she said with a smirk, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, sure. Ma’s working late and Sarah’s staying with a friend.” He replied, a grin on his face. “Well, if that’s what you want to do, why the hell are we sitting here? C’mon.” Running his fingers through the back of his mohawk, he finally got up from the bed, stretching lightly as he shot her glance. “I wanna grab another beer before we leave though. But after that, I’m yours. All night.”