Backdated Log: Grayson and Quinn.

[eloquinnt]

WHO: Grayson and Quinn.
WHAT: First Date.
WHERE: Grayson's house.
WHEN: Thursday, December 29th, 2011. Evening.
WARNING: Sexual Situations.



Quinn was wearing a dark purple dress for tonight. She had her blonde hair slightly curled. She wanted to look perfect for Grayson. He was a good looking guy and he deserved a good looking girl by his side. She wasn’t sure what he had planned for tonight, but she figured she’d have a good time no matter what. She slid on her black pea coat, which was only slightly shorter than her dress and headed downstairs to wait.

She wanted to get out of the house before anyone could meet him. Especially not her mother. She had been on a roll, all day today, bugging the shit out of her. Quinn was pretty sure her mother could be certifiably insane if they ever tried to commit her. Or maybe she just acted crazy because she knew it pissed Quinn off. Either way, she did not want her mother meeting Gray tonight.

Gray turned down Quinn’s street at the GPS’ instruction and pulled up in front of her house. He didn’t kill the engine because he wasn’t going to get out. He didn’t do the whole “meeting the parents” bit because he didn’t need some asshole dad walking up to him while he’s out around town trying to pound his face in because his daughter was a slut and gave it up to Gray on the first date and expected him to call again. Yeah, right. He sent Quinn a text and let her know he was outside waiting for her.

When Quinn received the text, she grinned. He was here! She waited a moment and fixed her hair using the hall mirror before stepping outside into the cold. She didn't bother telling anyone she was going. Her mother knew she had plans to go out. Quinn walked down the sidewalk to his car in the driveway. She slipped into the passenger side, glad for the warmth it provided. "Hey," she greeted him with a smile.

His hazel eyes trailed over her body and he grinned at her. “Hey, you look good,” he mused as she buckled her seatbelt. He pulled away from the curb and headed down the road full speed. His dad had bought him this car last summer and it was like his baby. Most girls were pretty impressed by it.

"Thanks." Quinn smirked a little at how fast he was driving. She found it kind of dangerous in a fun way. "This car yours?" she asked him, looking over at him. She figured so, but she wanted to be sure before dishing out a compliment on it.

“Yeah, my parents gave it to me for Christmas last year. It’s pretty sweet right? I know.” He smirked over at her as he cut off a minivan and sped forward. “My dad is kind of a car nut. So, we always have the best.”

"Yeah, it's pretty awesome," she agreed as she looked over the interior of the car again. She didn't really pay much attention to cars, but she could tell this was a nice one. "I like it." She grinned over at him. "So, where are you taking me tonight?"

Grayson’s lips quirked as he glanced over at the blonde, changing lanes without looking. “It’s a surprise. Just know that it’s someplace we can be alone. Did you eat yet?” He didn’t really care about it, but girls liked when you acted like you cared.

Quinn felt a flutter in her stomach as he mentioned them going somewhere they could be alone. She smiled at him. "I ate not too long ago, so I could do without. Unless you had something planned." She knew not eating over eating was always the best option when she had to make weight on the Cheerios.

“We have a house manager for when we have to travel and stuff. She’ll make anything we want, but we kind of have to ask before nine. She’s closes the kitchen at ten. After that, we’re on our own.” He paused in front of a gate and rolled the window down, typing security code into the little box. The gate opened slowly and he drove in and headed a little ways down the road.

Quirking an eyebrow, Quinn looked over at him. That was impressive. They didn't have anything like that. Then again, they didn't travel too often. Only a few times a year. "I think I'll be all right," she assured him. Yeah, she didn't need to eat. She looked around as he started drive again, wanting to check out the property.

Most of the houses in this neighborhood were dark right now. He lived at the end of of the next street, right in front of the lake. His father had custom designed a lot of the properties here and theirs had the best features, including a bowling alley, movie theatre, go-kart track, and a private ice rink. He hit the button on his three-car garage and pulled into his spot. His parents were out for the evening, not that it would’ve mattered if they weren’t.

"This is nice," Quinn commented. She glanced at Gray and wondered what was in his plans for tonight. "And right by the lake? Wow. This is a great place." She wasn't surprised though. She knew his family had money so they would obviously have a nice house in a equally nice location.

“I know.” He said, getting out of the car. The garage was heated, thankfully and it led into the sun porch. “We’re going ice skating. You can skate, right?” He guessed he should’ve asked that first. He was all about getting close while they skated, but he didn’t want to have to teach her.

Quinn got out of the car and looked over at Gray. "Yeah, I can skate. That sounds fun." She smiled at him. She hadn't gone ice skating in a while and she definitely wasn't the best at it, but she had pretty good balance so she wasn't terrible. "I don't have skates..."

“You can borrow my sister’s. She got new ones for Christmas she won’t use because she’s away at boarding school.” He led the way into the closet where they kept their extra supplies. “I hope you can fit them. My mom’s feet are like super tiny. So, you’d kind of be sol.”

"Great." She looked into the closet and eyed the options. She chose the bigger pair, his sister's. "These should be fine." They looked like they'd fit. The other pair was too small. She held onto the skates. "To the ice then?" she asked and stepped in a little closer to him.

Taking her hand, Gray pulled her outside towards the rink. It wasn’t as big as a public rink, but it didn’t really need to be. It was usually just him and his sister that were out here. The rink was off limits when he was having parties. Drunk assholes didn’t belong on his ice. He sat on the nearby bench, tugging off his boots to pull on his new blades.

Quinn let him lead her to the ice rink. She sat beside him on the bench and began to put on the skates. They fit nearly perfect, maybe a little big. She tied them up and then stood to her feet, getting used to balancing on them. "I haven't been skating in a while," she admitted.

Gray moved onto the ice, taking a few laps to warm up. His form was perfect as per his mother’s insistence. He and his sister had been taught to skate early by a retired Russian figure skater and he’d played hockey for most of his life. “Well, I guess you’d better get out here and warm up, Rusty Fabray.”

Quinn moved to the ice and stepped onto it gingerly, remembering the feel of it. She was pretty sure she liked roller skating more just because it didn't feel slippery. She began to skate, a little slowly at first, then picked up a bit of speed once she felt she was stable. Of course, she wasn't skating as smoothly as he was. "How am I looking?" she asked him. "A little warmed up?"

Watching her form, Gray licked his lips. “Yeah, you look nice and warm,” he said, skating up behind her her. He gripped her hips and pulled her back against him as he skated backwards. Her ass pressed against his crotch perfectly and he pressed himself against her as much as he could.

She smiled back at him and continued to skate. Quinn drew in a breath as she felt his hands on her hips. She let him pull her back with him and swallowed hard. Her hands settled on his and she was quiet for the moment.

Grayson steered them for a few moments before breaking away and taking her hand. He guided her through a few trick moves, doing most of the work. “You’re better than I thought you’d be, Fabray.”

Quinn liked skating with Grayson and she liked that they had complete privacy here as opposed to going skating at an indoor rink somewhere. She was having fun and laughed as he showed her some moves. She was definitely glad to have agreed to a date. "I aim to impress," she replied with a smirk.

“I’m not impressed yet,” he said, with a smirk. “What else you got?” He pulled her so that they were facing each other as they skated. This was a little trickier, but he had control over his body. So, he was pretty confident they wouldn’t fall.

"All right," she said. "Give me something else to do and I'll show you." She grinned at him. Quinn was sure he wouldn't try to get her to do some trick that was crazy and she was feeling a bit more confident on the ice now.

Gray shook his head. “You supposed to be the one impressing me. If I tell you what to do, how is that impressive?” He countered, grasping her hand and spinning her out like they were on a dance floor before pulling her back in. “Show me your moves.”

"Good point." Quinn held his hand tightly as he spun her out like that. She was worried she'd fall, but she didn't. She was actually surprised she didn't fall. "Fine. My moves..." She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't have any moves. So she held onto him, still facing him, and dug the tip of her skate into the ice so they could begin to turn. With a little work, and help from him, she had them both spinning slowly in a circle. She skated in a little closer to him and kissed him, nipping at his lip. "How was that move?"

“I’m getting closer to being impressed,” he mumbled against her lips. He deepened the kiss as they continued to spin, cupping her cheek. His tongue moved out to taste her bottom lip before he sucked it between his.

She smiled, but then kissed him back. "Mm," she mumbled as he took control of the kiss. Quinn turned the direction of her skate so that they stopped spinning and she pressed her body into his as she continued to kiss him.

The one thing that sucked about the winter was the big coats. He wrapped his arms around her waist, but he wanted to be touching skin right now. Maybe she’d go for it if he just took her inside right now. “Mmm...I think we should go inside.”

Quinn opened her eyes and looked up at him when he spoke. She nodded a little. "I think so too. I'm getting a little cold." She pulled away from him and skated toward the side of the rink. "Maybe you can warm me up," she called over her shoulder and stepped out of the rink, heading to the bench to put her shoes back on.

Gray was surprised when she agreed so easily. He’d thought she’d make him work for it at least a little bit. Maybe she was easier than everyone thought. He skated up behind her quickly and stepped off the ice. He sat down heavily on the bench beside her and pulled on his boots. “I can definitely think of lots of ways of warming you up.”

Quinn shivered slightly as she worked to get the skates off. She was certainly getting too cold. She put her shoes back on and stood back to her feet, carrying the ice skates with her. "Oh yeah?" she asked him with a smirk. "Like what?"

“Like me licking all over your body,” he answered, leaning over to nuzzle her neck. She smelled good, he thought idly. His lips brushed along her jaw and he smirked when he heard the change in her breathing. They definitely have fun tonight.

She was about to comment on how that was inappropriate, but then he was pressed into her neck and she couldn't get the words out. Quinn swallowed hard and tried not to let him affect her, but it wasn't working. "I don't know about that," she said softly. "Why don't we head inside and you can get me a drink?" she suggested to him.

Gray pulled back, unfazed. “I’m playing bartender again? I am definitely okay with that.” He stood and pulled her to her feet. “We only keep top shelf shit in this house. Jeremy’s parents are cheap. That stuff at the party is nothing compared to what I have.”

"If you're up for it, yes," she told him and began to head back to his house with him. "Then you'll have to make me the best drink you know how to make." She was really glad to be spending this time with him, even more that they were able to drink.

“You like sweet tea?” He asked when he led her to the basement. There was a full bar with a tap, liquor and a little wine fridge. “Wait. Better, do you like Tootsie Rolls?” Those were easy to make and girls got super drunk on them.

"Yes," she answered him as she followed him down to the basement. "Mmm, yeah, I like Tootsie Rolls too." She went with him towards the alcohol, wanting to see how he made the drink. Maybe she could make them for herself in the future.

Grabbing the Kahlua, Gray flipped a red cup over and poured some inside. Then he took the cup to the tap, switching it to the root beer one his parents had had put in for him and his sister. He filled the cup ¾ of the way and then filled it the rest of the way with more alcohol. “Here. Try this.”

Quinn watched him, but didn't ask what soda he put in there. "Thanks." She took a drink from it. "Mmm, this is really good." She smiled at him. "You're a good bartender. What are you making for yourself?" She took another drink from her cup.

Gray picked up a cup for himself. “I don’t know. Probably some SoCo.” Pouring the amber liquid into the plastic, he brought it to his lips. He watched her drink for a moment before walking across the room; he sat down on the couch.

"I don't know if I've had that before," she commented. She took another drink from her cup, the alcohol warming her up even more. With a small smile, she moved over to the couch and sat down beside him. "Hi," she said and smirked. "I had fun skating."

He took another sip and nodded. “Yeah, it was cool.” He wasn’t about to gush. It wasn’t his style anyway, but it wasn’t like they’d skated long enough to actually do anything. He didn’t care though. Clearly, Quinn was just as eager to get to the real fun as he was.

Quinn fell silent. That was a stupid thing to say. She continued drinking from her cup. She felt a little flushed and light headed. Drinking on a somewhat empty stomach always did that. "I've never known anyone with their own ice rink before," she added and then felt even more stupid.

“My dad grew up poor. He like had this idea of a dream house since he was little or something. So he built this.” Gray’s dad talked a lot at times and then not at all at others. Sometimes Gray listened. Most of the time he didn’t. “So we have all of that.” He didn’t usually offer up that much personal information, but she was trying and it was almost painful to watch.

"That's really cool," she said with a smile and took a look around at the downstairs again. She was surprised to learn Gray's dad hadn't also been born into money. Her parents both were spoiled growing up. "Have any plans for New Year's? My parents always throw a party. It sucks, but I just get drunk so it's tolerable."

Gray drained his cup. He didn’t want to be talking right now, but Quinn seemed to really like that. So, whatever, as long as she did something for him tonight it might not be a total waste. “I don’t know. My parents like to do this family thing, but usually I call a girl over after midnight and we hook up. So, I’ll probably do that.”

"Sounds fun," she replied with a short laugh. Quinn paused a moment and then met his eye. "You're welcome to come over if you want on New Year's. Free booze and it's catered so the food is good too. We could just chill out in my basement or in my room or something."

“Aren’t you president of the celibacy club? Your parents are not gonna let us be alone in your room,” he countered, tipping her cup to her lips. She was not drinking fast enough. “If you want to hook up, you can come here.”

"Yeah... my sister was in the club when she was in high school and my parents suggested I be in the club too. Might as well go for the top spot right?" Quinn was surprised when he pressed the cup closer to her lips. She took a long drink out of it. "Maybe I will." She shrugged, deciding not to give a definite answer on it. She took another drink from her cup. She was definitely a little tipsy.

Grayson watched her drink and then pushed her to drink a little more. “Yeah, I don’t want to spend the night with your parents. I wouldn’t mind having you in my bed, though. That would start the new year off right,” he mumbled as he leaned over to kiss her shoulder.

"That might be a fun alternative to being at my house, especially since my stupid cousin will probably be there." She was glad Niki had gone home and hated that he had to come back. Quinn finished the rest of her drink. She set the empty cup down and let out a slow breath. Yeah, she was definitely feeling it. She licked her lips and turned her head so she could kiss his lips.

Leaning forward, Gray kissed her first. He fisted her dress and pulled her close, deepening the kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, groaning at the sweet, candy taste. His hand moved to her hip and he squeezed lightly.

She scooted in closer to him, her stomach fluttering as his hands moved on her. Quinn accepted his tongue and groaned slightly at the taste of the liquor he was drinking. Her cheeks flushed as she placed a hand lightly on his thigh.

Gray smirked and nipped her bottom lip. His hand slid up to her right breast, palming it lightly. Finally, she seemed to be as eager as he was and she was cutting the good girl act. He used his free hand to open his fly. Then he tugged her hand and placed it inside of his jeans over his boxers.

Quinn was getting nervous. While she had fooled around with guys, she never went too far with them. Over the clothes touching and such usually happened, but she had a feeling she would go further tonight than she ever had before. Her eyes opened as she felt his cock through his boxers. She met his eye.

Pulling back, he met her eyes. “Touch it,” he whispered, running his thumb over her hardening nipple. She looked a little...scared. That didn’t really deter him, but he wasn’t about to push her either. He didn’t need some chick crying rape on him. That shit like ruined your life. “Do you know how?”

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Having alcohol in her system was helping the situation right now. Drawing in a breath, she slipped her hand under his boxers and ran her fingers over his dick. She looked away from him and shook her head, then shrugged. "Though I'm sure it's not rocket science."

Her light touches were such a tease and he really fucking loved that she hadn’t done this before. He pinched her nipple and pecked her lips. “You’re right. It’s not.” He puller her hand away and stood up, pushing his jeans and boxers down and stepped out of them. He turned so she could see his half-hard cock. “Remember how you watched me do it?” He asked, taking it into his hand and stroking it lightly.

She smiled at him, glad that he didn't laugh or make fun of her. Santana was always saying she was such a prude. She gasped slightly as he pinched her nipple and then she bit her bottom lip. "I remember," she said as she stared at his cock. She scooted toward the edge of the couch and wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly just as he had just done. Quinn looked up at him, seeking his approval.

Grayson swallowed hard as their eyes held. Nodding, he pushed his hips forward a little. “Yeah, that’s good. You can lick it or suck it a little. That will make your hand move a little easier,” he said, wondering if she’d actually do it. He liked seeing her hand on his dick and she was looking at it like she wanted so, even if they didn’t bone, he knew she wanted to.

Quinn thought about what he said. "Yeah..." She wasn't completely naive and knew what a blow job was, but she was sort of content just using her hand right now. But then again, a little lubrication would help. She leaned forward even more and ran her tongue along his shaft from base to tip. She did it again, looking up at him this time and then let her hand take over once more.

Something sparked in her eyes and Grayson groaned. “You’re such a fucking tease, Fabray,” he said, pumping into her hand. He wanted to grab wrap his hand in her hair and push her down on his cock again, but he didn’t think that would go over well. “Suck it...” he said slowly.

That made her laugh. A smug laugh. She licked her lips as her hand continued to move on him. At his next words, she paused. Maybe if she hadn't had anything to drink, she wouldn't have... but then again, the last time they were together, he did things to her and didn't ask for anything in return. It was time she paid back the favor. "How bad do you want it?" she asked him, smirking, her hand pumping him faster.

“Don’t play games. Suck it,” he said instead of answering. He was in the mood. He knew she probably wasn’t going to let him inside of her. So, he kind of just wanted to come in her mouth and then go down on her. Normally, he wouldn’t care about her after he got his, but he liked making her lose control. And he didn’t like clingy bitches, but having Quinn Fabray on his hook to call whenever he wanted to hit that was enough to put a little effort into this.

Quinn frowned, slowing her hand. "With that kind of attitude, I don't know if I want to." But she was still just being a teasing bitch. Her tongue ran over her lips again and then she ran it over the tip of his cock. She never did this before and she wasn't sure if it would be good, but she thought it couldn't be incredibly hard to fuck this up. She forced her mouth to relax and took him more into her mouth, trying to get used to it and not bump him with her teeth.

Grayson hissed out a breath as her teeth grazed him. It was actually kind of hot, but if she was new at this, he didn’t want her using her teeth. “Easy,” he moaned, sliding himself further into her mouth. “Just think of it like a lollipop,” he suggested, holding himself still for a moment.

Her eyes closed as she tried to focus on the task at hand, or well, at mouth. Quinn did as he said, thinking of it like a lollipop, or maybe even a popsicle, really. Her mouth slid back, sucking on him slightly before she released him. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock as she licked at his tip a few times before taking him back into her mouth.

“Yeah, like that,” he coached, groaning as she stroked him. For someone that hadn’t done this before, she wasn’t bad. She wasn’t great, but she was like a four on a scale to ten. He had to hold himself back from fucking her mouth just to get things going. He was never going to come if she kept up like this.

Quinn continued to look up at him, but she wasn't sure what else to do. She didn't know what moves made a good blow job. So, she sucked at him again and began to bob on him, her lips smoothing over his cock. She hoped this was good enough. She did want to make him feel as good as he made her feel the other night.

Grayson’s hand covered hers and he stroked the base of his cock faster. He pumped himself into her mouth, letting his head fall forward a little. He focused on the way that her tongue felt along his tip and when she sucked at him he groaned. He could feel his pleasure starting to build slowly, making his core muscles tighten.

She kept up with his hand movements, glad for the guidance since she was a novice at this. Her tongue moved over his skin as her mouth continued to move on him. "Mm," she mumbled on him as she closed her eyes, just focusing on trying to please him.

He liked the way she moaned on him sometimes and he continued to fuck her mouth slowly. He was gonna bust soon and he couldn’t wait to shoot his load down her throat. “God...’s good.” He pushed deeper into her mouth, stroking his hand over hers with purpose.

Quinn gagged a little on him, but she blinked back the tears that immediately sprung to her eyes and forced her mouth to relax again. She continued her movements, trying to get used to this. It was different, but it didn't really seem wrong. Especially when she heard his tone like that.

“Yes...” He moaned, pulling back at little before pushing against her tongue in little thrusts. The pleasure built onto of itself and their hands slid up one last time before he exploded in her mouth suddenly, shooting in long, thick squirts that made his whole body shudder. “Fuck, Quinn...just...fuck!”

Quinn had a feeling something was going to happen and she gagged again when his cum shot into her mouth. She didn't particularly want to swallow it, it tasted salty and a little... she wasn't sure, but she didn't care for it too much. Instead, she sort of let it leave her mouth, coating his dick as her mouth still moved on him. This was all sort of messy.

Gray heard her gag, but he didn’t stop moving until he was spent. He pulled out of his mouth and walked over to the bar, grabbing one of the towels from behind it to clean himself up. “The bathroom is right there if you want to wash your mouth out,” he said, not really looking at her. He was kind of annoyed that she didn’t swallow. What kind of girl didn’t swallow? It was like blow job etiquette.

She still had some of him in her mouth and it really was kind of gross and she wished she had swallowed because it was better than having this still in her mouth. Quinn moved off to the bathroom, throwing the door shut, and spit into the sink. She felt like she fucked up. She rinsed her mouth out and then left the bathroom. She grabbed her cup and moved back to the bar, planning on getting another drink and deciding not to look at him since he wouldn't look at her.

“Look. It’s getting late. Are you ready to go home?” That had been a total buzzkill. He shouldn’t have had to clean his dick off like that. He was kind of ready to just be done with her. If nothing else, he could say that she gave him head and it fucking sucked. He’d still be a legend for getting the Ice Quinn to blow him.

"No, I'm fucking not," she told him and helped herself to his alcohol. She was hurt by his reaction. She had never done that before and he was treating her like shit. Why did she even bother to try? She turned her back to him and drank some of the vodka and soda she had mixed for herself. Maybe she should just go home...

Gray narrowed his eyes. He turned around and looked her up and down. “What the fuck are you mad about?” Seriously, her attitude wasn’t that great on the best days. She wanted people to kiss her ass and he could respect that in a way, sometimes. But she still had yet to show him she actually deserved it and he wasn’t about to do it even if she did.

Quinn took a moment, then turned to face him. "I've never done that before. So if I did something wrong, tell me and I'll do it right next time, okay?" She moved around the bar and stepped a little closer to him. "But don't treat me like a dick right now. I'm trying for you."

He studied her for a moment. He was actually a little surprised by her words, but damn if they didn’t make him like her just a little bit more. “Next time swallow,” he grunted, looking at her. Maybe there was hope for this evening after all. He backed her against the bar, trapping her with his body. “Seriously, I don’t like being spit on and when I go down on you, I’m not going to spit on you. I’m going have my tongue all inside of you.” He spoke the last words into her ear.

"Okay," she agreed easily. "Next time, I'll be better." She was planning on a next time. Quinn's eyes met his as he pinned her up against the bar. She let out a slow breath and shuddered slightly at his words. She wondered what that would feel like, his tongue inside her. "Tonight?" she asked softly.

Smirking, Gray nodded and leaned in to sip at her lips. “Do you want me to do it tonight?” He asked as he took her mouth in a rough kiss. His hands settled on her ribcage and slid upward to palm her breasts.

Quinn kissed him back for a moment and broke the kiss once his hands were on her breasts. "Yeah," she said with a slight nod. Suddenly, she just really wanted to know what it felt like for a guy to go down on her and she figured finding out with Grayson would be best. She knew he had experience.

Taking a step back, Gray glanced at the couch. “Okay, take off your dress. Scratch that. Take off your clothes and lay on the couch.” If he was going to taste her, he wanted to see her body. Especially since he knew no other guys had ever gotten this far with her. He was going to be a fucking legend.

She paused. Quinn was a little self conscious about her body still, especially when she was naked. Being a former fat chick, she was sure she would always feel a bit insecure. Eyes locked on his, she slowly slid the zipper down and slid off her dress. She folded it and placed it on the bar. Quinn licked her lips and unhooked her bra. She dropped it to the floor, then moved toward the couch. She slid off her panties and then laid down on the couch, waiting for him.

Quinn was pretty skinny. That much was visible to anyone. Well she was skinny everywhere except her ass. He didn’t mind her having a bigger one. It was like that big, but it was larger than most girls. Her tits were practically non-existent, which fucking sucked because if he had to pick, he’d take big tits anyday, but eh, she was still pretty hot overall, like in the face and what she lacked in hotness, she made up for in status. So, whatever. He walked over to the couch and pulled his shirts off before climbing over top of her. He settled himself between her legs, grinding himself against her as they kissed slowly.

Her tongue slid over her lips as she waited for him to join her. She was still feeling pretty buzzed from the alcohol, but it didn't completely do away with her nerves. She breathed out slowly and then smiled at Gray as he joined her. She eyed up his bare chest. He was so hot. Quinn kissed him, parting her legs for him to settle between them. She was immediately turned on and she nipped at his bottom lip.

He was content to kiss and grind until he felt himself getting hard again. She was so wet for him, he bet he’d have no problem just sliding inside of her. For a moment, he considered doing just that, but she’d just get pissy he bet. Then he wouldn’t get to finish and then he’d be pissed. So, he kissed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

Quinn was slightly worried that he would just go ahead and try to fuck her. She didn't want that. Not yet. And she hoped he didn't just go for it. Guys didn't do that right? Just go for it without making sure it was okay? But she was distracted by the way he was making her feel and the kisses on her neck. "Mm," she mumbled and bit her bottom lip. Her hand skated up and down his back slowly.

Gray licked a path down between her breasts before moving to his right and sucking her nipple into his mouth. He circled it slowly, flicking at it and biting down lightly. His left hand trailed over her stomach and down to her thigh, stroking the inside lightly as he switched to her other breast. It was so small that he could pretty much such the whole thing into his mouth, but he kind of liked that.

Her eyes closed and she tried not to think too much on whether she should be letting him do this or not. Instead, she just focused on the things he was doing to her. Quinn's breath hitched as his mouth enclosed around her nipple. She groaned quietly and then spread her legs a little further apart as she felt his hand on her thigh. "God, Gray..." she whimpered.

Gray let her breast go with a soft, wet pop. His fingers found her center first and he groaned at her wetness. He kissed and licked down her stomach, letting his tongue dip into her navel before moving further. Settling back on his knees, he pulled on her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider as he kissed up the inside of her thigh, teasing her just a little before taking a long, slow lap through her folds.

Her hips lifted as he touched her. She panted quietly as his mouth moved down her body. Quinn watched him and slid her hand up over his hair. She whimpered as he situated himself between her legs and started kissing her thigh. She swallowed hard and watched as his head lowered. Quinn groaned as she felt his tongue there. Her head went back and she closed her eyes.

He pressed his tongue against her clit, lapping at it slowly. He circled it, pushing the hood back so that he could suck at it. She tasted surprisingly good. He’d been thinking that maybe she’d taste bitter, but she was more savory and slightly sweet.

Quinn groaned again and kept her hand at the back of his head. This was kind of amazing. Her hips jumped slightly as his tongue sucked at her clit. She was super sensitive. "Gray..." she breathed out.

Grayson circled her entrance slowly with his middle finger, pushing it in slowly. He used his teeth to graze the little bundle of nerves as he thrust into her. She was so tight and he groaned thinking about being inside of her. He couldn’t wait to pop that cherry.

She whimpered as she felt his finger there. Her hips jumped again at the feeling of his teeth on her clit. "Fuck," she said and tried to calm her body. Her hand slid up over his hair again before she let it fall away. "That... feels good."

He curled his finger, searching for her spot and pressing against the little ridges. His tongue worked her clit faster and he took it between his teeth and flicked it. Pulling his finger out, he pushed two back in, massaging her spot again.

Quinn cried out as he worked her spot, and again when he worked her clit that way. "Gray..." she moaned quietly. She was getting closer to the edge and she was trying to hold herself together. "Oh my God, Gray..."

Biting down, Grayson pressed up with his fingers, drumming them lightly. She’d gotten tighter. He could feel her getting close and moaned around her clit. “Come on...” he mumbled into her flesh.

Her hips lifted from the couch and she cried out. "Oh God... God..." She groaned and bit her lip hard as she tipped over the edge, her muscles clenching and pulling at his fingers as she shuddered beneath him.

Pulling back, he watched her come apart. It was one of the hottest things that he’d ever watched and he felt awesome for being the one that did that too her. “Mmm....that was pretty hot, Fabray.” He squeezed her leg and moved to sit beside her on the couch, dick completely hard again.

She opened her eyes once her body had calmed and looked to him. Quinn felt her cheeks flush and she sat up slowly. She felt so good right now. "Yeah?" she asked and cocked an eyebrow before smirking. She leaned over to kiss him, finding the taste of herself on his lips.

She’d kissed him. He wasn’t expecting that. She was full of surprises and he definitely wasn’t complaining. He leaned forward and returned it, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her hand and moved it back to his erection, hoping she’d take the hint.

Quinn continued kissing him and certainly got the hint. She held his cock for a moment, pumping him lightly before removing her hand and breaking the kiss. She raised her eyebrows. "Wasn't it getting late? Isn't it time for me to go home?" she asked him those same questions he had proposed earlier.

Gray wanted to be mad, but damn if he didn’t think she was funny for pulling this shit. Well, he would be pissed if she didn’t finish, but he didn’t think she wouldn’t. “You can finish it or I can pin you down and jerk it until I come all over you. Your call,” he said with a smug grin.

"Would you really do that?" she asked him, thinking it would be sort of fucked up if he held her down to come on her. Quinn slid over his thighs, straddling him and kissed him very softly and quickly before pulling back. She didn't yet touch him though. She wanted an answer first.

“Depends,” he said with a shrug, a little annoyed that she wanted to talk about this right now. “I don’t know. Probably. I’d be pissed you wouldn’t just do it after what all I just did for you.” He took his dick into his own hand and started to stroke.

"Calm down," she told him. Quinn kissed him again and then began to kiss along his jaw towards his ear. Her hand slipped down over his as she began to stroke his dick. "I'll take care of it for you," she said near his ear.