Fic- Talk Too Much: The Weekend Part 2
Title: Talk To Much: The Weekend
Author: Helion
Chapters:
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: So this has basically deteriorated into shameless smut. I am heading somewhere with this, so keep your eyes out for tiny bits of plot. Tiny, tiny bits. =P
Warnings: Language, Smutty-sexytimes, blatant disregard of plot, mild Fin-bashing =D
Spoilers: None really. Names of characters in S2?
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: I'm in the mood to do or write incredibly violent things... I'm hoping this calms me down. If not, I can't be held responsible for any Glee character's harmed in whatever I happen to write next. =/
Hope you guys enjoy, this one is extra smutty with a side of pizza... and a surprise visitor... hehe.
When she woke up it was to Santana on top of her, kissing down her neck. She groaned and moved her head to the side, allowing for more access but the Latina stopped and stared down at her. She reached over and grabbed her cell phone and before Rachel had time to panic, Santana grinned down at her.
“Before we go again, I need food.” She said, rolling over and pulling Rachel with her. “I expect you do too. Can you eat Pizza, or do I need to get some vegan crap?”
Rachel chuckled.
“No, Pizza’s fine. I refrain from eating animal products on principal, but I make exceptions for certain things. Namely, pepperoni and extra cheese.”
“That’s my girl.” Santana grinned as she dialed the local Pizza parlor. It was only around nine, they should still be delivering. Rachel realized then that she should probably call her dad’s and check in. After Santana yanking her back twice, she explained while the cheerleader was on hold and she was reluctantly allowed to get up and find her phone, which was conveniently in the pocket of jacket she had been wearing.
“Dad? Daddy, Hi.” The diva responded as Santana hung up the phone and crawled over to the other side of the queen sized bed. She wrapped her arms around the diva’s naked torso and let her hands wander up and down the girls awesome abs. Seriously, chick had better abs than Brittany and that was saying something.
She refrained from touching anywhere else while she was on the phone (Finnocence was one thing but she wasn’t going to do that while the girl talked to her father). Simply listening to the girl rattle off the same lies she told to the idiot boy.
“Yes. It’s a school project. Biology.” The Latina chuckled silently into the diva’s shoulder. She didn’t know when she started feeling this familiar with the girl, almost like she wasn’t fucking her behind Finn’s back. Not that she didn’t have every intention of fucking the girl senseless the rest of the weekend.
That reminds me, I still have to get her bent over my desk. Totally going there after food.
“Yes, daddy. I promise I’ll call you if I need anything. I’ll probably just head to school on Monday with Santana, she insisted on procrastinating so we have a lot to do this weekend.” Rachel bit her lip as the accusation earned her a swift and hard pinch to her right nipple. She could tell Santana was getting bored anyway, as the Latina was amusing herself by nipping her neck and ear on the side that didn’t currently have a phone pressed to it.
“Yes, love you too Daddy. Tell Dad I said hi when he gets up in the morning. Ok, goodbye.” She hung up the phone and lightly smacked Santana’s hands away from her breasts as she put it away.
“It is so hot you can just lie like that.” Santana ran her hands down the girls torso again.
“Don’t we have food coming.”
“Yes, but it’ll be at least a half an hour and I can think of something else that can come in that time frame.”
“Besides, I still have to call Finn.” The Latina’s eyes hardened. She moved behind the smaller girl and slipped her hand down, speaking in a growl.
“Finn. I swear if you didn’t need him to keep you…on top… I’d just fuck you right in front of him.” Rachel, though she felt as if she should have been offended, felt herself flush. She didn’t realize she had let out a sound of approval until Santana laughed in her ear.
“You remember our deal?” Rachel nodded as she moved off the bed and down to her knees, pushing Rachel’s apart.
“Your pussy is mine. Just cuz you got to top me, and don’t get me wrong it was fucking fantastic, but just because I let you dom me that time doesn’t mean that you’re not mine. It doesn’t mean you’re in control here. You understand me?”
“Yes, San.” Rachel managed to get out. Santana had barely touched her and she was already dripping. The Latina looked down and Rachel swore the girl on her knees let out a growl. Rachel failed to hold back a whimper.
“You see, your already dripping for me.” Rachel nodded and leaned back, spreading herself in front of Santana. The cheerleader grinned at the submissive pose, Rachel hadn’t even been asked. She leaned in, tracing circles on the girl’s inner thighs, as close to her outer lips as she could get without touching them.
Santana felt herself buck involuntarily at the sight before her. Rachel was swollen and red, both from her several poundings earlier and from her current arousal. Her outer lips were parted and her clit was peeking from its hood already. Santana blew lightly on it and she felt Rachel shudder under her. The girls hands were already fisted in the sheets.
“God, I wish we had time for the strap on.” Santana growled, slipping her thumb up to flick the girl’s clit. Rachel’s head fell back and she let out a keening whine.
“More.”
“Your pussy is just begging for my cock, isn’t it babe?” Rachel nodded. Santana dived in then, licking and sucking until her girls hand was fisted in her hair, and she was begging to be fucked. Santana reached over blindly and managed to get into her bedside drawer and pull out a smaller dildo that was stashed there for this very purpose. She let go of her prize and pulled back, Rachel sitting back up in surprise and desperation, still supported by one of her hands fisted in the sheets.
As Rachel looked down Santana slipped the hood off of her engorged clit and Rachel let out a startled little noise, a noise that turned into a whimper as Santana stroked up and down the little shaft as she had before. Rachel’s eyes stayed hooked on Santana’s and they both watched as the Latina brought the toy up and slowly slipped it in her.
“Fuuuck, baby.”
Rachel couldn’t describe the feeling of being stroked and penetrated at the same time, all while she and her lover watched intently. This one didn’t stretch her as much as the one attached to the strap on but it still did the job.
“This is mine, Rache, got it?” Santana said, watching as she pulled out of the diva and pushed back in, still stroking her clit. She was so aroused by the sight of the fake cock, that had been inside her on several occasions, being swallowed by the diva’s greedy pussy.
Rachel nodded, still watching herself be fucked.
“Say it.”
“Oohh. My p-pussy is y-yours.”
“Whose pussy?” She sped up her pace.
“Y-yours Santana.”
“Good girl. Do you want to come baby?”
“P-please San. M-make me come.”
“Are you going to let me fuck you when you call your idiot boyfriend?”
Rachel nodded again. Then realized that Santana wanted a verbal answer.
“Anything baby, j-just make me come.” Rachel was close, and panting. Santana knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. She pinched Rachel’s clit and pushed the dildo in her at the same time, roughly.
“Then come for me baby.”
Rachel’s walls closed around the fake cock, and once more she let out that cry Santana was becoming addicted too. Santana pulled the toy out of her lover and crawled up to kissed her through the last of her tremors. When she pulled back, Rachel had a sated smirk on her face. Santana raised an eyebrow in question, and Rachel answered her just as the doorbell rang.
“Finn can wait till tomorrow.”
Santana, being herself and knowing the pizza guy was most likely some douchebag football player she had already slept with anyway, didn’t bother to put on any cloths as she got up and headed downstairs to answer the door. As she reached it, grumbling about bad timing as she hadn’t had time to get off before the doorbell rang, she looked out the side window just to make sure. Sure enough, there was the king of bad timing, Puckerman himself. Who had apparently taken up delivering pizza during the months his pool cleaning business was not in demand. She chuckled as she swung open the door, standing proudly as Puck nearly dropped the Pizza in his shock.
“How much, Puckerman?” She asked, reaching over for her dad’s credit card, which he had left on the table for just this occasion.
Well the pizza anyway. He probably hadn’t assumed she’d be opening the door naked to pay her ex-boyfriend for said pizza.
“Does it matter. Your Daddy’s payin’ for it anyway.” He said as he took the card, forcing his way in the house and putting the pizza down. “So who you got in here? Sam? Karofsky?”
“Ok, first of all, ew. You really think I would do that pig Karofsky?” Puck raised is eyebrow while taking the card number. “Again. Once was enough, he’s decidedly bad at it and that was ages ago anyway. Second, hurry the fuck up I have better things to be doing than waiting for your slow ass.”
“Uh… yeah…” She sighed as Puck’s expression went blank, then tensed as she realized he was looking up the stairs.
Fuck.
Rachel was standing there, in Santana’s robe. The black silk one from Fredrick’s. Holy shit. Santana took a second to get herself under control.
Down girl, you have bigger issues right now than worrying about how hot Berry looks in your cloths. Like Puckerman telling the Jolly Lame Giant about me having said idiot’s girlfriend in my house, partially naked. Ok, fully naked. Under that robe. My robe. She crossed her arms over her chest and pinched herself on the arm as Puck finally recovered. Rachel had wandered over to them.
The Jewish boy was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Holy shit. Holly shit, you’re doing Berry?!” He started grinning. “When the fuck did that start!? Fuck, can I watch?” When Rachel got to close to them, Santana reached out and possessively put an arm around the girl’s waist and pulling her to her side. Partially as a show for Puckerman and partially just cuz she felt like it, she nuzzled the girls neck, nipping and leaving a soft kiss in her wake.
She could tell Puck was practically salivating at the way the diva’s head rolled to the side to allow her access. She could also tell the moment that the full situation clicked in his head.
“Wait.” Yeah, here comes the bribing and blackmail. “Are you still dating Finn? Cuz he didn’t say anything…”
“Noah… the thing is…”
“Your cheating on Finn!” If they weren’t about to be royally fucked, in the bad way, it might have been amusing that Puck actually jumped and pointed his finger at Rachel. “With Santana!” Again he pointed. This was a scene from a ridiculous romantic comedy, and it was starting to annoy Santana. Not to mention he was directly in the way of two very important things to Santana at the moment; pizza and another orgasm. This was not going to do.
“Noah, please don’t tell Finn…” The diva actually sounded teary, and a little bit scared. If she had had time to do anything but react to the situation she would have been shocked at her instinct to protect the diva. She had to control the urge to verbally rip the head off of the football player.
Hurting Puck will not help the situation. This is Puckerman. Bribery and blackmail will help the situation. Focus.
“Bravo Puckasaurus. You managed to work out that me opening the door naked and your buddy’s girlfriend coming down my stairs in nothing but a robe means she’s cheating on him, and it only took five minutes for you to do. Should we be impressed.”
“Hold it Lopez. Do you really think insulting me…”
“Shut up, Puck.” She snapped, pulling Rachel closer to her and becoming aware once more that she was naked. Santana took an even more flattering pose as she continued. “I have a deal for you.”
“You really think anything you’re going to say is going to keep me from telling Finn.”
“Yes. Because as I recall the first time one of Finnocence’s girlfriends was screwing someone behind his back, it was you. While you we’re dating me.”
Puck shut his mouth immediately.
“Good boy. Now, here’s my deal.” She grinned, predatorily. “You’re going to walk out of here, go home and not say a word about this to Finn until I decide that I want him to know.”
“Why would I do that?” Puck said. Damn, he seemed to be sticking to his ground. Santana decided to jump to the big guns.
“Because, not only will I tell him that, before you so rudely accused Rachel of cheating like the good homeboy you are, you asked to watch us fuck.”
Puck’s mouth dropped open.
“He won’t believe you.”
“Why not, it’s perfectly in character, Noah.” Rachel chimed in. Santana remembered suddenly that she still had yet to get off after their little encounter in the bedroom.
“Well…”
“Also I have some incentive for you.”
“What would that be.”
“For every month you keep your mouth shut, you have a fifty percent chance, decided by a coin toss, to see something similar to this happen.” With that statement, Santana turned quickly and laced her fingers in the diva’s hair, pulling her head back and initiating a bruising kiss.
“Oh, fuck me.”
Rachel resisted at first, a confused as to why the idea of Noah watching them excited her so much. She gave in, finally, with a moan as Santana’s tongue begged for entrance into her mouth. She moaned again as they met and she found herself roughly slammed against the wall of the hallway. She let out a little whine as her back met the wall and Santana’s kisses turned to teeth working its way up her jaw to nip at her ear.
The Latina girl was already discreetly grinding herself against her hip. As Santana breathed into her ear, she felt her hand be taken and guided downwards. Her hand met the taller girls engorged and overly sensitized clit and both let out audible groans. She vaguely registered a noise from Puck in the corner but decided she didn’t care when she heard the growl Santana let out in her ear.
“God. Faster B-berry.”
The smaller girl did as requested as hands tightened in her hair and on her hip. She switched to flicking patterns over the painful bundle of nerves with her thumb, and Santana growled again as she let two fingers wander down to tease her entrance.
“We’re not playing here, Rachel.” She raised her voice for the next, barely caring but realizing she was also putting on a show as well. “Get in there and fuck me!”
She let out a broken cry as Rachel obliged, entering her without warning. The diva wasted no time in complying as she roughly shoved two fingers into the girl. Santana knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off this time, she was already ready from earlier and she was pretty sure she would do anything as long as she could have Rachel Berry’s fingers buried inside her. Rachel’s movements were so strong that they jarred her hips with each re-entry.
“God, I love being in you.” Rachel groaned out, from arousal and from the effort she was putting into her rough fucking. She was grinding herself against Santana’s thigh. Until the Latina reached out and held her hips to the wall she was backed against.
“No.” It was a low, broken growl in her ear. “You’re, ah fuck, you’re mine.”
“Please, Santana.”
“That’s it, b-Berry. Faster. Fucking faster. So close.” She lowered her voice. “He doesn’t, ah, fucking g-get to see you like that.” Rachel whimpered.
“Oh god, I-I can’t wait. I need you San, please!”
“After.” Again her voice was a growl, a contrast to the excited broken cries she was letting out every second. “I-fuck- I promise after. Don’t, Ay dios right there! Don’t want him to see you come.”
“Santana, now please!” Rachel was bucking against her, trying to dislodge her hand. She had decided she didn’t care about Noah, she wanted Santana to come inside her.
“No. That’s, uhn, mine. Your mine! You c-come for me, nobody else!” Rachel increased her thrusts and added another finger, working her fingers against the rough patch inside her girl. Santana was shaking. “Now stop it and get me off so I can get rid of him and fuck you into the floor.”
With that, Rachel gave her one final pinch to her clit and nearly cried as Santana’s walls closed around her fingers. Rachel, still trying to thrust her hips into the Latina, cried out. She was throbbing just from the feeling of Santana closing around her and the satisfied sounds coming from her lover.
Santana came down fairly quickly, turning her head to Puck, who had his hand in his pants.
“So?”
“Every two weeks.” He choked out. “Plus I get two coin flips.”
Santana was about to protest when she felt Rachel exit her and slide the hand that had been inside the Latina down to her own arousal with a whimper. The thought of their joined arousal nearly caused her knees to buckle.
“Ay dios. Fine, deal. Get the fuck out.” Rachel started kissing and biting down her neck. Bitch didn’t have to worry if there were marks on her.
“But…”
“Now, or deals off!”
Before she had a chance to register, the door slammed.
“Finally.” Whispered the diva as Santana once more took the hand that was in her hair, tightened it and brought them both to the floor.
Author: Helion
Chapters:
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: So this has basically deteriorated into shameless smut. I am heading somewhere with this, so keep your eyes out for tiny bits of plot. Tiny, tiny bits. =P
Warnings: Language, Smutty-sexytimes, blatant disregard of plot, mild Fin-bashing =D
Spoilers: None really. Names of characters in S2?
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: I'm in the mood to do or write incredibly violent things... I'm hoping this calms me down. If not, I can't be held responsible for any Glee character's harmed in whatever I happen to write next. =/
Hope you guys enjoy, this one is extra smutty with a side of pizza... and a surprise visitor... hehe.
When she woke up it was to Santana on top of her, kissing down her neck. She groaned and moved her head to the side, allowing for more access but the Latina stopped and stared down at her. She reached over and grabbed her cell phone and before Rachel had time to panic, Santana grinned down at her.
“Before we go again, I need food.” She said, rolling over and pulling Rachel with her. “I expect you do too. Can you eat Pizza, or do I need to get some vegan crap?”
Rachel chuckled.
“No, Pizza’s fine. I refrain from eating animal products on principal, but I make exceptions for certain things. Namely, pepperoni and extra cheese.”
“That’s my girl.” Santana grinned as she dialed the local Pizza parlor. It was only around nine, they should still be delivering. Rachel realized then that she should probably call her dad’s and check in. After Santana yanking her back twice, she explained while the cheerleader was on hold and she was reluctantly allowed to get up and find her phone, which was conveniently in the pocket of jacket she had been wearing.
“Dad? Daddy, Hi.” The diva responded as Santana hung up the phone and crawled over to the other side of the queen sized bed. She wrapped her arms around the diva’s naked torso and let her hands wander up and down the girls awesome abs. Seriously, chick had better abs than Brittany and that was saying something.
She refrained from touching anywhere else while she was on the phone (Finnocence was one thing but she wasn’t going to do that while the girl talked to her father). Simply listening to the girl rattle off the same lies she told to the idiot boy.
“Yes. It’s a school project. Biology.” The Latina chuckled silently into the diva’s shoulder. She didn’t know when she started feeling this familiar with the girl, almost like she wasn’t fucking her behind Finn’s back. Not that she didn’t have every intention of fucking the girl senseless the rest of the weekend.
That reminds me, I still have to get her bent over my desk. Totally going there after food.
“Yes, daddy. I promise I’ll call you if I need anything. I’ll probably just head to school on Monday with Santana, she insisted on procrastinating so we have a lot to do this weekend.” Rachel bit her lip as the accusation earned her a swift and hard pinch to her right nipple. She could tell Santana was getting bored anyway, as the Latina was amusing herself by nipping her neck and ear on the side that didn’t currently have a phone pressed to it.
“Yes, love you too Daddy. Tell Dad I said hi when he gets up in the morning. Ok, goodbye.” She hung up the phone and lightly smacked Santana’s hands away from her breasts as she put it away.
“It is so hot you can just lie like that.” Santana ran her hands down the girls torso again.
“Don’t we have food coming.”
“Yes, but it’ll be at least a half an hour and I can think of something else that can come in that time frame.”
“Besides, I still have to call Finn.” The Latina’s eyes hardened. She moved behind the smaller girl and slipped her hand down, speaking in a growl.
“Finn. I swear if you didn’t need him to keep you…on top… I’d just fuck you right in front of him.” Rachel, though she felt as if she should have been offended, felt herself flush. She didn’t realize she had let out a sound of approval until Santana laughed in her ear.
“You remember our deal?” Rachel nodded as she moved off the bed and down to her knees, pushing Rachel’s apart.
“Your pussy is mine. Just cuz you got to top me, and don’t get me wrong it was fucking fantastic, but just because I let you dom me that time doesn’t mean that you’re not mine. It doesn’t mean you’re in control here. You understand me?”
“Yes, San.” Rachel managed to get out. Santana had barely touched her and she was already dripping. The Latina looked down and Rachel swore the girl on her knees let out a growl. Rachel failed to hold back a whimper.
“You see, your already dripping for me.” Rachel nodded and leaned back, spreading herself in front of Santana. The cheerleader grinned at the submissive pose, Rachel hadn’t even been asked. She leaned in, tracing circles on the girl’s inner thighs, as close to her outer lips as she could get without touching them.
Santana felt herself buck involuntarily at the sight before her. Rachel was swollen and red, both from her several poundings earlier and from her current arousal. Her outer lips were parted and her clit was peeking from its hood already. Santana blew lightly on it and she felt Rachel shudder under her. The girls hands were already fisted in the sheets.
“God, I wish we had time for the strap on.” Santana growled, slipping her thumb up to flick the girl’s clit. Rachel’s head fell back and she let out a keening whine.
“More.”
“Your pussy is just begging for my cock, isn’t it babe?” Rachel nodded. Santana dived in then, licking and sucking until her girls hand was fisted in her hair, and she was begging to be fucked. Santana reached over blindly and managed to get into her bedside drawer and pull out a smaller dildo that was stashed there for this very purpose. She let go of her prize and pulled back, Rachel sitting back up in surprise and desperation, still supported by one of her hands fisted in the sheets.
As Rachel looked down Santana slipped the hood off of her engorged clit and Rachel let out a startled little noise, a noise that turned into a whimper as Santana stroked up and down the little shaft as she had before. Rachel’s eyes stayed hooked on Santana’s and they both watched as the Latina brought the toy up and slowly slipped it in her.
“Fuuuck, baby.”
Rachel couldn’t describe the feeling of being stroked and penetrated at the same time, all while she and her lover watched intently. This one didn’t stretch her as much as the one attached to the strap on but it still did the job.
“This is mine, Rache, got it?” Santana said, watching as she pulled out of the diva and pushed back in, still stroking her clit. She was so aroused by the sight of the fake cock, that had been inside her on several occasions, being swallowed by the diva’s greedy pussy.
Rachel nodded, still watching herself be fucked.
“Say it.”
“Oohh. My p-pussy is y-yours.”
“Whose pussy?” She sped up her pace.
“Y-yours Santana.”
“Good girl. Do you want to come baby?”
“P-please San. M-make me come.”
“Are you going to let me fuck you when you call your idiot boyfriend?”
Rachel nodded again. Then realized that Santana wanted a verbal answer.
“Anything baby, j-just make me come.” Rachel was close, and panting. Santana knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. She pinched Rachel’s clit and pushed the dildo in her at the same time, roughly.
“Then come for me baby.”
Rachel’s walls closed around the fake cock, and once more she let out that cry Santana was becoming addicted too. Santana pulled the toy out of her lover and crawled up to kissed her through the last of her tremors. When she pulled back, Rachel had a sated smirk on her face. Santana raised an eyebrow in question, and Rachel answered her just as the doorbell rang.
“Finn can wait till tomorrow.”
Santana, being herself and knowing the pizza guy was most likely some douchebag football player she had already slept with anyway, didn’t bother to put on any cloths as she got up and headed downstairs to answer the door. As she reached it, grumbling about bad timing as she hadn’t had time to get off before the doorbell rang, she looked out the side window just to make sure. Sure enough, there was the king of bad timing, Puckerman himself. Who had apparently taken up delivering pizza during the months his pool cleaning business was not in demand. She chuckled as she swung open the door, standing proudly as Puck nearly dropped the Pizza in his shock.
“How much, Puckerman?” She asked, reaching over for her dad’s credit card, which he had left on the table for just this occasion.
Well the pizza anyway. He probably hadn’t assumed she’d be opening the door naked to pay her ex-boyfriend for said pizza.
“Does it matter. Your Daddy’s payin’ for it anyway.” He said as he took the card, forcing his way in the house and putting the pizza down. “So who you got in here? Sam? Karofsky?”
“Ok, first of all, ew. You really think I would do that pig Karofsky?” Puck raised is eyebrow while taking the card number. “Again. Once was enough, he’s decidedly bad at it and that was ages ago anyway. Second, hurry the fuck up I have better things to be doing than waiting for your slow ass.”
“Uh… yeah…” She sighed as Puck’s expression went blank, then tensed as she realized he was looking up the stairs.
Fuck.
Rachel was standing there, in Santana’s robe. The black silk one from Fredrick’s. Holy shit. Santana took a second to get herself under control.
Down girl, you have bigger issues right now than worrying about how hot Berry looks in your cloths. Like Puckerman telling the Jolly Lame Giant about me having said idiot’s girlfriend in my house, partially naked. Ok, fully naked. Under that robe. My robe. She crossed her arms over her chest and pinched herself on the arm as Puck finally recovered. Rachel had wandered over to them.
The Jewish boy was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Holy shit. Holly shit, you’re doing Berry?!” He started grinning. “When the fuck did that start!? Fuck, can I watch?” When Rachel got to close to them, Santana reached out and possessively put an arm around the girl’s waist and pulling her to her side. Partially as a show for Puckerman and partially just cuz she felt like it, she nuzzled the girls neck, nipping and leaving a soft kiss in her wake.
She could tell Puck was practically salivating at the way the diva’s head rolled to the side to allow her access. She could also tell the moment that the full situation clicked in his head.
“Wait.” Yeah, here comes the bribing and blackmail. “Are you still dating Finn? Cuz he didn’t say anything…”
“Noah… the thing is…”
“Your cheating on Finn!” If they weren’t about to be royally fucked, in the bad way, it might have been amusing that Puck actually jumped and pointed his finger at Rachel. “With Santana!” Again he pointed. This was a scene from a ridiculous romantic comedy, and it was starting to annoy Santana. Not to mention he was directly in the way of two very important things to Santana at the moment; pizza and another orgasm. This was not going to do.
“Noah, please don’t tell Finn…” The diva actually sounded teary, and a little bit scared. If she had had time to do anything but react to the situation she would have been shocked at her instinct to protect the diva. She had to control the urge to verbally rip the head off of the football player.
Hurting Puck will not help the situation. This is Puckerman. Bribery and blackmail will help the situation. Focus.
“Bravo Puckasaurus. You managed to work out that me opening the door naked and your buddy’s girlfriend coming down my stairs in nothing but a robe means she’s cheating on him, and it only took five minutes for you to do. Should we be impressed.”
“Hold it Lopez. Do you really think insulting me…”
“Shut up, Puck.” She snapped, pulling Rachel closer to her and becoming aware once more that she was naked. Santana took an even more flattering pose as she continued. “I have a deal for you.”
“You really think anything you’re going to say is going to keep me from telling Finn.”
“Yes. Because as I recall the first time one of Finnocence’s girlfriends was screwing someone behind his back, it was you. While you we’re dating me.”
Puck shut his mouth immediately.
“Good boy. Now, here’s my deal.” She grinned, predatorily. “You’re going to walk out of here, go home and not say a word about this to Finn until I decide that I want him to know.”
“Why would I do that?” Puck said. Damn, he seemed to be sticking to his ground. Santana decided to jump to the big guns.
“Because, not only will I tell him that, before you so rudely accused Rachel of cheating like the good homeboy you are, you asked to watch us fuck.”
Puck’s mouth dropped open.
“He won’t believe you.”
“Why not, it’s perfectly in character, Noah.” Rachel chimed in. Santana remembered suddenly that she still had yet to get off after their little encounter in the bedroom.
“Well…”
“Also I have some incentive for you.”
“What would that be.”
“For every month you keep your mouth shut, you have a fifty percent chance, decided by a coin toss, to see something similar to this happen.” With that statement, Santana turned quickly and laced her fingers in the diva’s hair, pulling her head back and initiating a bruising kiss.
“Oh, fuck me.”
Rachel resisted at first, a confused as to why the idea of Noah watching them excited her so much. She gave in, finally, with a moan as Santana’s tongue begged for entrance into her mouth. She moaned again as they met and she found herself roughly slammed against the wall of the hallway. She let out a little whine as her back met the wall and Santana’s kisses turned to teeth working its way up her jaw to nip at her ear.
The Latina girl was already discreetly grinding herself against her hip. As Santana breathed into her ear, she felt her hand be taken and guided downwards. Her hand met the taller girls engorged and overly sensitized clit and both let out audible groans. She vaguely registered a noise from Puck in the corner but decided she didn’t care when she heard the growl Santana let out in her ear.
“God. Faster B-berry.”
The smaller girl did as requested as hands tightened in her hair and on her hip. She switched to flicking patterns over the painful bundle of nerves with her thumb, and Santana growled again as she let two fingers wander down to tease her entrance.
“We’re not playing here, Rachel.” She raised her voice for the next, barely caring but realizing she was also putting on a show as well. “Get in there and fuck me!”
She let out a broken cry as Rachel obliged, entering her without warning. The diva wasted no time in complying as she roughly shoved two fingers into the girl. Santana knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off this time, she was already ready from earlier and she was pretty sure she would do anything as long as she could have Rachel Berry’s fingers buried inside her. Rachel’s movements were so strong that they jarred her hips with each re-entry.
“God, I love being in you.” Rachel groaned out, from arousal and from the effort she was putting into her rough fucking. She was grinding herself against Santana’s thigh. Until the Latina reached out and held her hips to the wall she was backed against.
“No.” It was a low, broken growl in her ear. “You’re, ah fuck, you’re mine.”
“Please, Santana.”
“That’s it, b-Berry. Faster. Fucking faster. So close.” She lowered her voice. “He doesn’t, ah, fucking g-get to see you like that.” Rachel whimpered.
“Oh god, I-I can’t wait. I need you San, please!”
“After.” Again her voice was a growl, a contrast to the excited broken cries she was letting out every second. “I-fuck- I promise after. Don’t, Ay dios right there! Don’t want him to see you come.”
“Santana, now please!” Rachel was bucking against her, trying to dislodge her hand. She had decided she didn’t care about Noah, she wanted Santana to come inside her.
“No. That’s, uhn, mine. Your mine! You c-come for me, nobody else!” Rachel increased her thrusts and added another finger, working her fingers against the rough patch inside her girl. Santana was shaking. “Now stop it and get me off so I can get rid of him and fuck you into the floor.”
With that, Rachel gave her one final pinch to her clit and nearly cried as Santana’s walls closed around her fingers. Rachel, still trying to thrust her hips into the Latina, cried out. She was throbbing just from the feeling of Santana closing around her and the satisfied sounds coming from her lover.
Santana came down fairly quickly, turning her head to Puck, who had his hand in his pants.
“So?”
“Every two weeks.” He choked out. “Plus I get two coin flips.”
Santana was about to protest when she felt Rachel exit her and slide the hand that had been inside the Latina down to her own arousal with a whimper. The thought of their joined arousal nearly caused her knees to buckle.
“Ay dios. Fine, deal. Get the fuck out.” Rachel started kissing and biting down her neck. Bitch didn’t have to worry if there were marks on her.
“But…”
“Now, or deals off!”
Before she had a chance to register, the door slammed.
“Finally.” Whispered the diva as Santana once more took the hand that was in her hair, tightened it and brought them both to the floor.