Title: After Thor (One shot, Glee, Lauren/Puck)
Could not get this idea out of my head. I really hope you like it. Please let me know! Thanks!!!
Oh and because I am slightly in love with him, I want to sure the picture of Thor I describe (horribly) in the story
Title: After Thor
Rating: NC-17
Completed: Yes
Warning: None
Summary: After seeing Thor in 3D, Lauren gets a little needy
A/N: This could be a sequel to Adonis. I might turn these stories into a series called the Gods and Goddesses Series, but I don't know; not beta'ed. I've tried to edit it, but lets face it, I suck at that. ; )
Couple: Lauren/Puck
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! I need to stress that. I don't own any of these characters
Feedback: PLEASE and THANK YOU!
Word count: 3435
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Lauren Zizes was careful with keeping some of her fantasies to herself. It wasn't because she gave a shit what people thought of her, if she did she never would have petitioned to be on the wrestling team. The reason was her boyfriend, Noah “Puck” Puckerman, had a jealous streak that could drive her insane at times. Not all the time though. She had to admit when he was fired up and possessive the sex was fucking amazing. Sometimes she would do things just to get him riled up, like for example flirt with a guy in the middle of the ocean. Lauren smirked to herself. It was fun to see his hazel eyes flash green, his incredible fucking body bow up looking for a fight, and his mouth curl in a snarl. The boy looked like hot sex ready to be ridden and it never failed to get her blood pumping the right way.
But sometimes, sometimes, a girl just needed her mind, a great fantasy and her favorite 'tension reliever'. Boyfriends need not apply. Hell boyfriends need not enter the fucking room.
Tonight was one of those nights.
It was his fault that she was in this mood anyway. He had no one to blame but himself. He was the one that wanted to go watch Thor in 3D. (The headache that came from watching the movie with those fucking 3D glasses that didn't fit at all over her own regular glasses was so damn worth it.) So the fact that she spent the movie imagining holding that man's hammer, and she didn't mean the one that was made from a star that he used to defeat the bad guys, while licking whip cream off his rock hard abs was all Puck's fault. He really should have known better. Especially after their last conversation about God's. One was Greek- oh Adonis, she sighed, you didn't have a chance in hell of touching this jelly but man you were fucking hot-, and the other was Norse. One of these days Puck will learn.
Lauren leaned against the pillows on her bed and smirked a little to herself. Reaching over she tapped the side of her lamp a couple of times to get the light to dim, closing her eyes, letting her mind wander. Oh there were so many places she could take this little fantasy. Should she have him naked on that rainbow bridge or maybe she should set the scene in the throne room... Biting her bottom lip, she pulled the flesh into her mouth and took her favorite BOB in her hand, setting the speed to low. No need to rush the fun. The slow vibrations against her fingers made her smirk fade into a smile of anticipation. Her heart was already starting to beat wildly in her chest, her stomach was tightening with desire.
Oh yeah, this is what she needed tonight. Especially since her boyfriend hasn't exactly been welcome in the Zizes's house since her father caught him half on top of her creating one of his infamous hickeys on her left breast right above her bra. Lauren had no idea her father could turn that shade of purple or that Puck could run that fast with his pants around his ankles. If she hadn't been so embarrassed by her dad catching her in that position she would have laughed until she cried when she saw Puck bare assed running for his life.
Just as she was about to start relieving some tension, her cell phone rang next to her on the night stand. Her left eye opened slowly, glaring at the object and cursing the person that was interrupting. Sighing, she turned the toy off and placed it on the bed beside her. Grabbing the slim phone in her hand, her frown deepened at the number that appeared. Hitting the connect button, she growled, “What do you want?”
“That's not a very welcoming greeting, babe,” Puck's voice held a slight drawl to it. She shivered. Now her fantasy was changing a little in her head. Hmm, Thor with a drawl, sexy and smooth, oh fuck yeah. She moaned. He answered with a guttural growl. “What are you doing sexy mama?” She bit her lip. Fuck! They were morphing in her mind. One minute she was tying Thor to the bed, all blonde and fuckable; the next it was Puck wearing that tight outfit that molded to his muscles- to his tight bite worthy ass. Maybe tonight's fantasy will be a Lauren Zizes sandwich. Her breath started coming in short bursts as the thought washed over her. “Lauren?”
“Yes,” she hissed as her mind fell even more into the gutter. Thor under her, sucking at her neck, Puck over her kissing her senseless. Her body felt like there were electric currents zapping certain areas. The want was growing more and more intense. The phone line hummed in her ear then she heard him groan. The sound sent another flare through her. She looked at the toy on her bed and realized it wouldn't do the trick tonight. No she needed something real, something warm, something that she could run her hands over. Hot skin. Silky tongue. Oh God. “Come over,” she said huskily.
The dial tone that greeted her half a second later made her smile. She didn't need to tell him twice. Lauren climbed off her bed on shaky legs, putting her BOB in the top drawer of her night stand and walked into her bathroom. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths were coming in short pants, her chest felt sensitive. Her eyebrow arched. She looked thoroughly turned on, which she was. Picking up her brush, she ran it through her hair, pulling the tangles out. Puck was going to knot it up enough, he always did, she didn't need to give him a head start. Checking her watch, she calculated that they would have about three hours until her parents got home from the dinner party they were at. Plenty of time to break some bed springs.
Lauren rolled some lip gloss on her lips, making them appear fuller and then walked out of the bathroom. She moved over to her computer and logged on to the internet, knowing that it would take Puck about twenty minutes to get from his house to hers. She typed into the search engine that she used as her home page, “Thor the movie, actor, pictures”. Within seconds she was offered links to multiple sites. She rolled her cursor over the top one and grinned. The top picture was the one she was looking for. Shirtless, back lit by sunlight. His blonde hair loose, that beard. She licked her lips - those muscles. Her desire, which had started to cool a bit, revved back up. God the things she would do that man, most of which she was sure were illegal in at least thirty states, would make a street walker blush.
Her eyes trailed slowly down his body, stopping at the v that disappeared beneath the pair of black jeans. Fuck! The costume designer should have burned all the shirts and bought tighter pants. Her stomach tightened as she clicked through other pictures. Son of a bitch, this man was hot.
She didn't hear her front door open and shut, most definitely didn't hear her bedroom door open, but she did feel the air in the room change as he walked up behind her. She decided not to analyze too closely how he got into her house without a key when the door was locked. She was pretty sure she knew the answer anyway. Turning in her chair, she looked at him through lowered lashes. His left eyebrow lifted and his lips curled in a cocky smirk. Lauren wanted to roll her eyes at him for his attitude, but fuck, she was horny.
“What'cha looking at?” He moved slowly toward her, like a predator stalking it's prey. She felt a shiver slide down her spine. Oh his voice was doing all kinds of shit to her tonight. Out of the corner of her eye, Lauren glanced at the picture of Thor that was still on her screen. He moved his head so that it was level with hers and she watched his eyes narrow, “This is what you were doing when you asked me to come over?”
Swallowing, Lauren shrugged. The slight deepening of his voice signaled that he was feeling a little jealous. And that was not a bad thing tonight. She squared her shoulders, her mind recalling how forceful he was with her in Key West in that shower. Damn that orgasm went down as one of the best she's ever had. There was something so gratifying about having Puck want to claim her that much. It was a secret thrill to have him want to control her and she knew he liked to be dominated too. They've played enough games for her to know exactly what he liked.
Standing from her computer chair, she walked over to the bed, creating physical distance between them, but she could feel his eyes caressing her back, sliding down to her ass as she moved. Bending down to retrieve her vibrator from her drawer, she wanted to see his reaction and tease him a little, Lauren heard him let out a sexy groan. She smirked. He was such an ass man. Straightening back up, she turned to look at him with her pink plastic friend. His mouth dropped open at the slim toy in her hand.
“This is what I was about to do when you called,” she purred, enjoying the way he groaned at the thought. “I had a great fantasy in mind.”
He swallowed thickly, “What,” his voice's octave lower than normal. He cleared his throat and tried again, “What was your fantasy about?”
She thought about her answer as she started walking in his direction. She could tell him the truth that she was thinking of Thor tied up and covered in whip cream or she could make him squirm and make up a new fantasy about him on the spot. She had a very active imagination when it came to sex. Lauren rolled her tongue over her lips, slowly, his eyes followed the action. She grinned like a cat that caught the canary. “I was thinking about,” she drew her words out, pulling on his gray t-shirt, sliding her hands over his strong chest, “getting a tub of cool whip, spreading it all over the abs of my lover as he pulled on the ties holding his wrists above his head.” Her tongue brushed the shell of his ear as she leaned in real close and whispered, “Then I lick it all off, slowly. Sucking it off his nipples, taking my time as I slide my tongue along his stomach, moving lower, crawling down his body.”
Puck cupped her head in his hands, roughly bringing his lips down on hers. She moaned as he pushed her backwards against bed. Lauren fell back against the mattress with him hovering over her. Easing back, he moved with her, keeping her trapped with his body. His hard erection pressed into her as he rolled his hips, she moaned, pulling her lips from his so she could breathe. He latched onto her neck, sucking, biting, licking, marking. She angled her head, giving him better access to her skin. Her hands pushed his shirt up so she could feel his hot flesh.
He lifted up long enough to pull the offending piece of material over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. Lauren removed her shirt as well. Skin to skin. That's what she needed. He ran one hand down her side, sliding his hand under her to work on the clasp at her back. With a quick flick of his fingers, her bra loosened. She rolled her eyes as he smirked. Puck leaned down, placing open mouthed kisses down her chest, yanking at the material of her bra so that he could suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched her back. Oh holy fuck! What was that stupid idea of using a fucking toy today? She's a damn moron.
He hummed against her. The vibrations he was creating caused her to grip at his hair, tugging on the short strands. His lips curled into a smile and he sucked even harder, before moving over to the other breast. She used the slight break to throw her bra toward the floor. Lauren's hands fell onto his ass, squeezing the firm muscles. He held himself above her, “What else happened in this little fantasy of yours?”
“Lots of stuff,” her lips curled up and she added the last part just to see his eyes flash. “Thor really does have a hot body.” In shock he leaned up further- the green entering his eyes quickly- and she used her knowledge of wrestling moves to gain the upper hand, flipping them so that she was the one on top. “Now that's what I'm talking about,” she bit his bottom lip a second before kissing him soundly. He slid his hands through her hair, holding her head tightly as he moved his tongue within her mouth. The kiss grew more and more intense. Puck was claiming her, even as she was trying to gain control. The battle of wills added to her desire and she reached between them to cup his erection in her hand, squeezing him through his jeans. Not to be outdone, he removed one of his hands from her hair and slipped it under the waistband of her night clothes, grabbing her bare ass tightly. “Oh God.”
“Fuck babe,” he moaned, “You're going commando.” He pressed up against her, their lower regions coming together in a delicious way. She felt her breath get caught in her throat when his hand moved around to her slit. He ran one finger up and down. She dropped her forehead to his. Puck rolled them again so that he was on top. He pushed her shorts over her hips as they moved, leaving her bare to his hungry eyes. “Fuck,” he hissed.
She bit her lip, grinning up at him. “Like what you see, Puckerman?”
“You know I do,” he growled.
“Well then,” she flicked her wrist against his jean button, opening it. “Don't you think you should get naked? I'm horny and you aren't getting it done.”
The challenge was playful, but the need was very real. He leapt up from the bed and removed his remaining clothes in a flash. Hmm, The Flash, that's one superhero she didn't think would be a good fuck. Her eyes were drawn to his cock. She licked her lips.
“Like what you see, Zizes,” he asked smugly.
Her eyes narrowed. “I can always kick you out, Puckerman. I can use my fantasy and Bob to help me get off.”
Puck grabbed the forgotten toy and held it up. Her stomach twisted as a light shone in his eyes. Lauren could see the wheels turning in his head. He turned the knob at the bottom, bringing the vibrator to life. Climbing on the bed, he rolled the plastic over her right nipple. She jumped at the feeling. He inched his hand not holding the toy down her stomach toward her aching center. Leaning over he latched onto her other nipple, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud and slipped a finger into her. Lauren was going into sensation overload. Her teeth come down hard on her lip, drawing some blood.
Soon his mouth moved from one nipple and switched to the other. The toy switched as well. Another finger was added, moving within her. Tension coiled in her belly. Tighter and tighter. Her breaths started coming faster with each stroke of his fingers. Lauren curled her hands into her comforter, clutching the material in a death grip. The vibrator left her breast at the same time as his mouth, but didn't leave her body. Puck rolled the plastic down her side, over her stomach, closer and closer to where she was on fire.
“Open your eyes,” he hissed against her ear. She hadn't realized she closed them. Slowly she did what he said, locking her stare on his. “That's it, babe. You look so fucking hot.” Removing his fingers from her body, she opened her mouth, upset by the lost of him. He clicked the toy off and tossed it to the bed next to them. Puck moved between her legs, bending her knees up and settling into the space there. Her breath stopped as his cock rubbed against her opening. “Oh damn,” he groaned, pushing in slowly. Setting a shallow, easy motion. Easy wasn't on her agenda tonight. She wanted him to claim her body the way he did in Key West.
“Fuck,” she panted, “Move quicker. Please, fuck, harder.”
He placed his hands on either side of her head, leaning over her. “Are you thinking of Thor now?” She glared at him. “Do I have to remind you of who you belong to?”
“Please,” she moaned when he thrust into her sharply. “You don't own me. If anything,” she bit down on her lip as he did it again. “If anything I own you.”
He laughed, pulling out before slamming back into her. “Maybe you do,” he sucked on her neck, “but,” he hummed as he continued to move slowly within her, frustrating her to no fucking end. “I'm not giving you want you want until you answer my question.”
“Which is?”
“Do I have to remind you who you belong to?” he asked staring into her eyes. The heat, fire, she saw there sent a rippling shiver down her back. At that moment she would have told him anything.
“No.” Her tone was smooth, richer than normal.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she said. Her word was broken on a gasp as he started thrusting into her harder and more deeply. “Oh holy shit. Fuck! Oh God.”
His fingers pressed into her hips, angling her body, sending her flying. Somewhere in the back of her brain she realized she was going to have a lot of bruises to cover, but she didn't give a fuck at that moment. She just wanted more. Lauren pulled his head down to hers, kissing him, using her tongue to tell him what she wanted. A buzzing started building in her mind, she pulled away and looked up at him. His smirk was purely sexual, his eyes were wild and in his hand was her vibrator. He pressed it against her clit, continuing to push inside her and she broke. Her entire body split and the pieces were sent to the heavens. She moved his head to hers again, letting him capture her scream of pleasure.
Puck thrust into her a couple more times before grunting his release against her neck. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs on her bed. She closed her eyes, trying like hell to get her breathing under control. “Fuck,” he said as he rolled off of her, “that was...”
“Fucking hot,” she finished.
“Yeah,” he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his side. “You should tell me your fantasies more often.”
Lauren grinned up at him, “Well, Green Lantern is coming out soon.” Her smile turned wicked, “I've always thought Ryan Reynolds was hot, but in that skin tight green...”
He cut off her words with his mouth. “Do I need to punish you?” She let her raised eyebrow answer for her. He groaned, kissing her again. His stirring erection nudging against her thigh. She wrapped her hand around him, sliding it up and down his length. “Fuck,” he hissed into her ear. “You're going to kill me.”
“Only for,” she lifted her head and looked at her clock. They still had one hour before her parents got home. “Another hour.” She grinned, “You up for it, Puckerman?”
He smirked at her and rolled his hips into her hand. The answer was clear. He wasn't going to die alone. They were going out together. She couldn't wait.
The End
Oh and because I am slightly in love with him, I want to sure the picture of Thor I describe (horribly) in the story
Title: After Thor
Rating: NC-17
Completed: Yes
Warning: None
Summary: After seeing Thor in 3D, Lauren gets a little needy
A/N: This could be a sequel to Adonis. I might turn these stories into a series called the Gods and Goddesses Series, but I don't know; not beta'ed. I've tried to edit it, but lets face it, I suck at that. ; )
Couple: Lauren/Puck
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! I need to stress that. I don't own any of these characters
Feedback: PLEASE and THANK YOU!
Word count: 3435
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Lauren Zizes was careful with keeping some of her fantasies to herself. It wasn't because she gave a shit what people thought of her, if she did she never would have petitioned to be on the wrestling team. The reason was her boyfriend, Noah “Puck” Puckerman, had a jealous streak that could drive her insane at times. Not all the time though. She had to admit when he was fired up and possessive the sex was fucking amazing. Sometimes she would do things just to get him riled up, like for example flirt with a guy in the middle of the ocean. Lauren smirked to herself. It was fun to see his hazel eyes flash green, his incredible fucking body bow up looking for a fight, and his mouth curl in a snarl. The boy looked like hot sex ready to be ridden and it never failed to get her blood pumping the right way.
But sometimes, sometimes, a girl just needed her mind, a great fantasy and her favorite 'tension reliever'. Boyfriends need not apply. Hell boyfriends need not enter the fucking room.
Tonight was one of those nights.
It was his fault that she was in this mood anyway. He had no one to blame but himself. He was the one that wanted to go watch Thor in 3D. (The headache that came from watching the movie with those fucking 3D glasses that didn't fit at all over her own regular glasses was so damn worth it.) So the fact that she spent the movie imagining holding that man's hammer, and she didn't mean the one that was made from a star that he used to defeat the bad guys, while licking whip cream off his rock hard abs was all Puck's fault. He really should have known better. Especially after their last conversation about God's. One was Greek- oh Adonis, she sighed, you didn't have a chance in hell of touching this jelly but man you were fucking hot-, and the other was Norse. One of these days Puck will learn.
Lauren leaned against the pillows on her bed and smirked a little to herself. Reaching over she tapped the side of her lamp a couple of times to get the light to dim, closing her eyes, letting her mind wander. Oh there were so many places she could take this little fantasy. Should she have him naked on that rainbow bridge or maybe she should set the scene in the throne room... Biting her bottom lip, she pulled the flesh into her mouth and took her favorite BOB in her hand, setting the speed to low. No need to rush the fun. The slow vibrations against her fingers made her smirk fade into a smile of anticipation. Her heart was already starting to beat wildly in her chest, her stomach was tightening with desire.
Oh yeah, this is what she needed tonight. Especially since her boyfriend hasn't exactly been welcome in the Zizes's house since her father caught him half on top of her creating one of his infamous hickeys on her left breast right above her bra. Lauren had no idea her father could turn that shade of purple or that Puck could run that fast with his pants around his ankles. If she hadn't been so embarrassed by her dad catching her in that position she would have laughed until she cried when she saw Puck bare assed running for his life.
Just as she was about to start relieving some tension, her cell phone rang next to her on the night stand. Her left eye opened slowly, glaring at the object and cursing the person that was interrupting. Sighing, she turned the toy off and placed it on the bed beside her. Grabbing the slim phone in her hand, her frown deepened at the number that appeared. Hitting the connect button, she growled, “What do you want?”
“That's not a very welcoming greeting, babe,” Puck's voice held a slight drawl to it. She shivered. Now her fantasy was changing a little in her head. Hmm, Thor with a drawl, sexy and smooth, oh fuck yeah. She moaned. He answered with a guttural growl. “What are you doing sexy mama?” She bit her lip. Fuck! They were morphing in her mind. One minute she was tying Thor to the bed, all blonde and fuckable; the next it was Puck wearing that tight outfit that molded to his muscles- to his tight bite worthy ass. Maybe tonight's fantasy will be a Lauren Zizes sandwich. Her breath started coming in short bursts as the thought washed over her. “Lauren?”
“Yes,” she hissed as her mind fell even more into the gutter. Thor under her, sucking at her neck, Puck over her kissing her senseless. Her body felt like there were electric currents zapping certain areas. The want was growing more and more intense. The phone line hummed in her ear then she heard him groan. The sound sent another flare through her. She looked at the toy on her bed and realized it wouldn't do the trick tonight. No she needed something real, something warm, something that she could run her hands over. Hot skin. Silky tongue. Oh God. “Come over,” she said huskily.
The dial tone that greeted her half a second later made her smile. She didn't need to tell him twice. Lauren climbed off her bed on shaky legs, putting her BOB in the top drawer of her night stand and walked into her bathroom. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths were coming in short pants, her chest felt sensitive. Her eyebrow arched. She looked thoroughly turned on, which she was. Picking up her brush, she ran it through her hair, pulling the tangles out. Puck was going to knot it up enough, he always did, she didn't need to give him a head start. Checking her watch, she calculated that they would have about three hours until her parents got home from the dinner party they were at. Plenty of time to break some bed springs.
Lauren rolled some lip gloss on her lips, making them appear fuller and then walked out of the bathroom. She moved over to her computer and logged on to the internet, knowing that it would take Puck about twenty minutes to get from his house to hers. She typed into the search engine that she used as her home page, “Thor the movie, actor, pictures”. Within seconds she was offered links to multiple sites. She rolled her cursor over the top one and grinned. The top picture was the one she was looking for. Shirtless, back lit by sunlight. His blonde hair loose, that beard. She licked her lips - those muscles. Her desire, which had started to cool a bit, revved back up. God the things she would do that man, most of which she was sure were illegal in at least thirty states, would make a street walker blush.
Her eyes trailed slowly down his body, stopping at the v that disappeared beneath the pair of black jeans. Fuck! The costume designer should have burned all the shirts and bought tighter pants. Her stomach tightened as she clicked through other pictures. Son of a bitch, this man was hot.
She didn't hear her front door open and shut, most definitely didn't hear her bedroom door open, but she did feel the air in the room change as he walked up behind her. She decided not to analyze too closely how he got into her house without a key when the door was locked. She was pretty sure she knew the answer anyway. Turning in her chair, she looked at him through lowered lashes. His left eyebrow lifted and his lips curled in a cocky smirk. Lauren wanted to roll her eyes at him for his attitude, but fuck, she was horny.
“What'cha looking at?” He moved slowly toward her, like a predator stalking it's prey. She felt a shiver slide down her spine. Oh his voice was doing all kinds of shit to her tonight. Out of the corner of her eye, Lauren glanced at the picture of Thor that was still on her screen. He moved his head so that it was level with hers and she watched his eyes narrow, “This is what you were doing when you asked me to come over?”
Swallowing, Lauren shrugged. The slight deepening of his voice signaled that he was feeling a little jealous. And that was not a bad thing tonight. She squared her shoulders, her mind recalling how forceful he was with her in Key West in that shower. Damn that orgasm went down as one of the best she's ever had. There was something so gratifying about having Puck want to claim her that much. It was a secret thrill to have him want to control her and she knew he liked to be dominated too. They've played enough games for her to know exactly what he liked.
Standing from her computer chair, she walked over to the bed, creating physical distance between them, but she could feel his eyes caressing her back, sliding down to her ass as she moved. Bending down to retrieve her vibrator from her drawer, she wanted to see his reaction and tease him a little, Lauren heard him let out a sexy groan. She smirked. He was such an ass man. Straightening back up, she turned to look at him with her pink plastic friend. His mouth dropped open at the slim toy in her hand.
“This is what I was about to do when you called,” she purred, enjoying the way he groaned at the thought. “I had a great fantasy in mind.”
He swallowed thickly, “What,” his voice's octave lower than normal. He cleared his throat and tried again, “What was your fantasy about?”
She thought about her answer as she started walking in his direction. She could tell him the truth that she was thinking of Thor tied up and covered in whip cream or she could make him squirm and make up a new fantasy about him on the spot. She had a very active imagination when it came to sex. Lauren rolled her tongue over her lips, slowly, his eyes followed the action. She grinned like a cat that caught the canary. “I was thinking about,” she drew her words out, pulling on his gray t-shirt, sliding her hands over his strong chest, “getting a tub of cool whip, spreading it all over the abs of my lover as he pulled on the ties holding his wrists above his head.” Her tongue brushed the shell of his ear as she leaned in real close and whispered, “Then I lick it all off, slowly. Sucking it off his nipples, taking my time as I slide my tongue along his stomach, moving lower, crawling down his body.”
Puck cupped her head in his hands, roughly bringing his lips down on hers. She moaned as he pushed her backwards against bed. Lauren fell back against the mattress with him hovering over her. Easing back, he moved with her, keeping her trapped with his body. His hard erection pressed into her as he rolled his hips, she moaned, pulling her lips from his so she could breathe. He latched onto her neck, sucking, biting, licking, marking. She angled her head, giving him better access to her skin. Her hands pushed his shirt up so she could feel his hot flesh.
He lifted up long enough to pull the offending piece of material over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. Lauren removed her shirt as well. Skin to skin. That's what she needed. He ran one hand down her side, sliding his hand under her to work on the clasp at her back. With a quick flick of his fingers, her bra loosened. She rolled her eyes as he smirked. Puck leaned down, placing open mouthed kisses down her chest, yanking at the material of her bra so that he could suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched her back. Oh holy fuck! What was that stupid idea of using a fucking toy today? She's a damn moron.
He hummed against her. The vibrations he was creating caused her to grip at his hair, tugging on the short strands. His lips curled into a smile and he sucked even harder, before moving over to the other breast. She used the slight break to throw her bra toward the floor. Lauren's hands fell onto his ass, squeezing the firm muscles. He held himself above her, “What else happened in this little fantasy of yours?”
“Lots of stuff,” her lips curled up and she added the last part just to see his eyes flash. “Thor really does have a hot body.” In shock he leaned up further- the green entering his eyes quickly- and she used her knowledge of wrestling moves to gain the upper hand, flipping them so that she was the one on top. “Now that's what I'm talking about,” she bit his bottom lip a second before kissing him soundly. He slid his hands through her hair, holding her head tightly as he moved his tongue within her mouth. The kiss grew more and more intense. Puck was claiming her, even as she was trying to gain control. The battle of wills added to her desire and she reached between them to cup his erection in her hand, squeezing him through his jeans. Not to be outdone, he removed one of his hands from her hair and slipped it under the waistband of her night clothes, grabbing her bare ass tightly. “Oh God.”
“Fuck babe,” he moaned, “You're going commando.” He pressed up against her, their lower regions coming together in a delicious way. She felt her breath get caught in her throat when his hand moved around to her slit. He ran one finger up and down. She dropped her forehead to his. Puck rolled them again so that he was on top. He pushed her shorts over her hips as they moved, leaving her bare to his hungry eyes. “Fuck,” he hissed.
She bit her lip, grinning up at him. “Like what you see, Puckerman?”
“You know I do,” he growled.
“Well then,” she flicked her wrist against his jean button, opening it. “Don't you think you should get naked? I'm horny and you aren't getting it done.”
The challenge was playful, but the need was very real. He leapt up from the bed and removed his remaining clothes in a flash. Hmm, The Flash, that's one superhero she didn't think would be a good fuck. Her eyes were drawn to his cock. She licked her lips.
“Like what you see, Zizes,” he asked smugly.
Her eyes narrowed. “I can always kick you out, Puckerman. I can use my fantasy and Bob to help me get off.”
Puck grabbed the forgotten toy and held it up. Her stomach twisted as a light shone in his eyes. Lauren could see the wheels turning in his head. He turned the knob at the bottom, bringing the vibrator to life. Climbing on the bed, he rolled the plastic over her right nipple. She jumped at the feeling. He inched his hand not holding the toy down her stomach toward her aching center. Leaning over he latched onto her other nipple, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud and slipped a finger into her. Lauren was going into sensation overload. Her teeth come down hard on her lip, drawing some blood.
Soon his mouth moved from one nipple and switched to the other. The toy switched as well. Another finger was added, moving within her. Tension coiled in her belly. Tighter and tighter. Her breaths started coming faster with each stroke of his fingers. Lauren curled her hands into her comforter, clutching the material in a death grip. The vibrator left her breast at the same time as his mouth, but didn't leave her body. Puck rolled the plastic down her side, over her stomach, closer and closer to where she was on fire.
“Open your eyes,” he hissed against her ear. She hadn't realized she closed them. Slowly she did what he said, locking her stare on his. “That's it, babe. You look so fucking hot.” Removing his fingers from her body, she opened her mouth, upset by the lost of him. He clicked the toy off and tossed it to the bed next to them. Puck moved between her legs, bending her knees up and settling into the space there. Her breath stopped as his cock rubbed against her opening. “Oh damn,” he groaned, pushing in slowly. Setting a shallow, easy motion. Easy wasn't on her agenda tonight. She wanted him to claim her body the way he did in Key West.
“Fuck,” she panted, “Move quicker. Please, fuck, harder.”
He placed his hands on either side of her head, leaning over her. “Are you thinking of Thor now?” She glared at him. “Do I have to remind you of who you belong to?”
“Please,” she moaned when he thrust into her sharply. “You don't own me. If anything,” she bit down on her lip as he did it again. “If anything I own you.”
He laughed, pulling out before slamming back into her. “Maybe you do,” he sucked on her neck, “but,” he hummed as he continued to move slowly within her, frustrating her to no fucking end. “I'm not giving you want you want until you answer my question.”
“Which is?”
“Do I have to remind you who you belong to?” he asked staring into her eyes. The heat, fire, she saw there sent a rippling shiver down her back. At that moment she would have told him anything.
“No.” Her tone was smooth, richer than normal.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she said. Her word was broken on a gasp as he started thrusting into her harder and more deeply. “Oh holy shit. Fuck! Oh God.”
His fingers pressed into her hips, angling her body, sending her flying. Somewhere in the back of her brain she realized she was going to have a lot of bruises to cover, but she didn't give a fuck at that moment. She just wanted more. Lauren pulled his head down to hers, kissing him, using her tongue to tell him what she wanted. A buzzing started building in her mind, she pulled away and looked up at him. His smirk was purely sexual, his eyes were wild and in his hand was her vibrator. He pressed it against her clit, continuing to push inside her and she broke. Her entire body split and the pieces were sent to the heavens. She moved his head to hers again, letting him capture her scream of pleasure.
Puck thrust into her a couple more times before grunting his release against her neck. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs on her bed. She closed her eyes, trying like hell to get her breathing under control. “Fuck,” he said as he rolled off of her, “that was...”
“Fucking hot,” she finished.
“Yeah,” he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his side. “You should tell me your fantasies more often.”
Lauren grinned up at him, “Well, Green Lantern is coming out soon.” Her smile turned wicked, “I've always thought Ryan Reynolds was hot, but in that skin tight green...”
He cut off her words with his mouth. “Do I need to punish you?” She let her raised eyebrow answer for her. He groaned, kissing her again. His stirring erection nudging against her thigh. She wrapped her hand around him, sliding it up and down his length. “Fuck,” he hissed into her ear. “You're going to kill me.”
“Only for,” she lifted her head and looked at her clock. They still had one hour before her parents got home. “Another hour.” She grinned, “You up for it, Puckerman?”
He smirked at her and rolled his hips into her hand. The answer was clear. He wasn't going to die alone. They were going out together. She couldn't wait.
The End