Just A Helpful Suggestion
Title: Just A Helpful Suggestion
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Brittany/Santana
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Random Onesot to go with the 'rich girl wants the pool girl' thing that was floating around.
Summary: If she had it her way, and Santana Lopez always got what she wanted, she would be between those legs before the day was over.
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The heat was almost unbearable, the sun beating down on her generous display of caramel skin. The thin strips of cloth she could hardly call a swimsuit weren't helping. It was one of the hottest summers in the history of ever but Santana was burning up for a completely different reason. The reason her blood was boiling beneath her skin had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the hot little blonde number servicing her. Well, servicing her pool. If you really want to get into technicalities, her father's pool in her father's lavish mansion but that was beside the point. Fact was; Santana eyed the pool girl from behind her dark sunglasses, everything her father owned was basically hers by default. Including the help.
Santana felt a lascivious smirk curling at her full lips as she watched the pool girl work. If the tall, gorgeous blonde knew Santana was watching her she didn't show it. Her golden hair was tied up in a sloppy ponytail, stray strands falling across her striking sapphire eyes and sticking to her neck. Santana's gaze brushed over the blonde's slightly parted pink lips, down along her t-shirt covered torso and over the promising swell of her breasts. Stopping distractedly on the exposed skin at the girl's stomach. Santana licked her lips, biting back a groan when she noticed those taunt muscles flex as the pool girl went about her work. Her appreciation of the blonde's flawless figure continued, reluctantly slipping away from her mouthwatering abs to find a shapely ass. Barely covered by the short, tight cut offs the blonde was wearing. She took in the blonde's endless, toned legs with a lewd grin. If she had it her way, and Santana Lopez always got what she wanted, she would be between those legs before the day was over.
Santana eased herself into a sitting position atop the lounge chair, lusty gaze never leaving that alluring figure. She stretched, letting loose a very sensual groan. The action had the desired effect and Santana caught the pool girl glance in her direction. She reached for her tall glass of vodka doused iced tea, pressing the chilled glass against her neck and rolling it across her chest. The pool girl seemed almost startled and more than a little intrigued by the action.
Santana pulled her glasses down, dark eyes peering over the rims to find and connect flirtatiously with hazy blue. Her tongue darted out, pulling the straw of her drink between her lips. Delighting in the way the blonde's gaze flickered to her mouth. She toyed with the straw a little, the corners of her lips twitching up into a predatory smirk. "Am I distracting you?"
The blonde instantly flushed a pretty shade of pink and averted her gaze. "N-No. Sorry, not at all. I was just... the heat was... g-getting to me, maybe."
"Mmm." The sound came from somewhere deep in Santana's throat and appeared to further provoke the other girl's darkening blush. "You do look like you're burning up." She suggested in a tone that could only be described as pure sex. "You're very hot and flustered."
The pool girl chewed anxiously at her bottom lip. She was definitely hot and way past flustered and she only had the brunette to blame. When Brittany first caught sight of that nearly nonexistent bikini and that delicious tanned skin she swore she almost fainted. There was no way someone could look that deliciously delectable.
"You should take off that shirt." Santana leered at the blonde, voice commanding and smirk worsening upon receiving the other girl's wide stare. She made an errant gesture to the blonde's shorts. "Those too."
Brittany could feel her pulse racing. Did she hear the woman correctly? Was she really telling her to strip? "You want me to take my clothes off?"
Santana leaned back against the lounge chair. One hand settling above her head while she trailed the fingers of her other up and down her stomach, brow arched deviously. "Just a helpful suggestion. We wouldn't want you fainting on the job, hm?"
Brittany only nodded, swirling azure eyes following the movement of the brunette's hand.
"Do you," Santana could feel herself throbbing under the blonde's lustful stare. She trailed her fingers up between her breasts, down over her ample cleavage, and eased a finger beneath the thin strap at her hip. "Need help?"
Brittany shook her head slowly. Dark gaze focused on the brunette's hand, on the tanned skin calling out for her touch. Her shaky limbs moved of their own accord, tugging her shirt over her head and shimmying herself out of her shorts. The brunette's velvety chocolate eyes blazed a hungry trail along her body and she was sure she was going to spontaneously combust.
"Much better." Santana's voice was a delicious rasp.
The desire shining so evidently in the brunette's eyes sent a rush of confidence to Brittany's bloodstream. "I'm still feeling a little... light headed."
Santana instantly perked at the girl's response. "Maybe you should come inside to cool off. I could fix you a cold drink or something."
Brittany stalked closer to the brunette, hips swaying suggestively. She stopped in front of the lounge chair, towering over the other woman. "Or something."
Santana allowed the blonde's eyes to devour her figure for a few tense moments. She slowly stood from her seat, making sure to rake her nails lightly up the sides of blonde's thighs as she went. Hands settling atop curvaceous hips to steady herself. Santana took a hold of the Brittany's hand and pulled her toward the patio door.
Brittany was so distracted by her view of Santana's pert backside and swaying hips that she didn't realize they'd reached their destination until full lips were attacking her own. Her back aching from the forceful shove against some hard, unforgiving surface. She groaned when the brunette's hand pulled at the strings of her bikini top, tongue pushing forcefully past her lips and teeth. Intentions clear in the greedy search for bare skin.
Brittany momentarily wondered if she should be on the fast track to sweaty, aggressive, mind blowing sex with a relative stranger. She didn't even know the woman's name. For all she knew the brunette could be a lonely, orgasm depraved trophy house wife with a husband on the way home. Could be some rich business woman into creepy kinks or a... The brunette's wandering hands stumbled upon Brittany's breasts and she lost all train of thought.
Santana nipped playfully at Brittany's lower lip and squeezed roughly at her breasts. Feeling her nipples harden beneath her eager palms. She trailed her lips over the blonde's jaw, her neck, smirked against a hammering pulse point and enjoyed the urging hand at the back of her head. She brought her mouth to Brittany's ear, tongue flicking over her earlobe.
"Santana." Said in a throaty rush of hot breath. She rolled a nipple between her fingers while her left hand trailed down over taunt, tensed muscles. Lower and lower and lower. "So you know what to scream when I make you come."
Brittany whimpered, goosebumps prickling at her heated skin. Fuck, she wanted Santana. Wanted her writing and moaning and coming undone beneath her. She needed to taste her caramel skin, needed those fingers teasing at the waistband of her bikini bottoms inside of her right fucking now. Brittany tugged at Santana's dark, silky hair and brought those full lips back to her mouth. She captured the teasing hand and moved it lower, right where she needed it. The contact had Brittany moaning long and deep into their kiss, eyelids fluttering and breath catching in her throat.
Santana let Brittany guide her hand. Let loose a throaty laugh at her impatience. Relished in the feel of Brittany, warm and pulsing beneath her fingertips. She growled when her fingers glided over Brittany's wetness, when Brittany's hips started bucking against her. Seeking much needed friction. When Santana dipped a digit between slick wet folds, Brittany's nails dug harshly into her shoulder blades. The back of the blonde's head hit the wall with a light thud, exposing her neck to Santana's greedy mouth. She trailed her lips down across the elegant expanse of Brittany's neck, across her collarbone, dipped her tongue into the valley of her breasts, and curved her lips around a painfully hard nipple. She thrust into the blonde at the same moment her tongue flicked across the hardened nub, eliciting a sharp moan.
Brittany grinded her hips downward, forcing Santana deeper. Her pounding pulse nearly stopped when Santana curled her finger, easing out slowly and then pushing in deeper. Brittany's breath hitched with each thrust and she felt her legs turning to jelly. Barely able to hold herself up.
Suddenly, Santana stepped away from the moaning blonde. The movement was so quick and Brittany's head so deliciously dizzy that she didn't notice the loss of contact until Santana was pulling her hand away. Bringing her glistening fingers to her lips. Eyes dark and smoldering as she flicked her tongue out to have a taste. Eyelashes fluttering and an animalistic growl slipping past her lips. Her eyes snapped back open, dark and dangerous and wanting. She curled a finger into the waistband of Brittany's bikini bottoms, yanking the blonde forward.
She could taste herself on Santana's lips, could feel herself throbbing with arousal. Her foggy mind caught up to her humming body and she curled her hand around the back of Santana's neck. Tongue battling tongue and teeth biting viciously at Santana's full lips. She grabbed a hold of Santana's ridiculously tiny bikini bottoms and pulled. The sound of ripping cloth causing Santana to push indignantly at Brittany's shoulders only to have the blonde's hand tighten at the back of her neck, holding her in place. Brittany pushed Santana backward, bare thigh meeting the juncture in between the brunette's legs.
Santana's lower back hit the kitchen table and she hissed against Brittany's mouth. Brittany pulled away, breathing hard and striking stare a murky haze of dimming blue. She pressed her thigh hard into Santana, earning a sensual groan and forcing the smaller woman up onto the hard wooden table. Pulling Brittany on top of her and wrapping legs around her waist. Her hot center grinding against Brittany's stomach. Brittany uncurled Santana's legs from around her, held down the brunette's gyrating hips.
Their eyes connected; furious brown meeting unwavering blue. The insistent throbbing in the pit of her stomach etched a snarl across Brittany's lips. She didn't like being teased, taunted, and brought near the peak of ecstasy only to be left wanting more. Santana had unfinished business and a promise to keep. She pressed Santana's hand roughly to the pulsing need between her thighs. "You're going to fuck me until I tell you to stop and then maybe I'll return the favor."
The commanding tone sent a rush of wetness coating Santana's clenched thighs and whimpering moan ripping from her pursed lips. The scowl across her face was less than convincing, the waver in her voice only causing Brittany to smirk down at her. "It's cute how you think you're the one in charge."
Brittany's response came in a salacious smirk. In a guttural groan as she slipped two of Santana's fingers past the fabric of her swimsuit and deep into her aching core. Santana gaped at the blonde, chocolate colored eyes flickering between her hand and the blonde's smug gaze. She was sure she'd never seen anything so fucking sexy.
"Santana… mmm…" Brittany panted, licking her lips when she felt Santana's fingers twitch inside of her. She let go of the brunette's hand, hard stare never leaving Santana's smoky gaze. Voice a sexy whimpering mix of sensual and authoritative. "Don't stop."
Santana succumbed to the pulsing, throbbing heat at her fingers. She bit her bottom lip, groaning as she flexed her fingers. The blonde beauty above her continued that slow, jerky grind. She canted her hips upward, matching each of Brittany's sensual grinds. Fingers pumping in and out and curling. Brittany whimpered with each brush of Santana's fingers against that elusive spot. The one that had her body tingling all the way to the tips of her toes, that made her eyes roll into the back of her head. Had her seeing bursts of color. Her hands gripped roughly at Santana's shoulders, struggling to hold herself up. To continue pumping her hips harshly against Santana. Her vision blurred, stomach tightening, back arching, and nails biting into supple flesh. Brittany froze, blurry gaze connecting with Santana's, mouth agape and breathing halted. Her impending orgasm crept along the edges of her senses, taunted her viciously until a press of Santana's palm against her excited clit had her seeing stars. Her breath rushed back into her depraved lungs and she moaned, Santana's name bursting from her parted lips.
Brittany dropped her forehead to Santana's shoulder with a satisfied sigh. Pressed her lips to the angry red marks marring that deliciously tanned skin. Let her tongue trail lightly over the brunette's neck and collarbone, tracing lazy circles over a hardened nipple. Her desire to taste Santana stirred in the pit of her stomach and broke through the orgasm induced fog clouding her mind. Santana retracted her fingers from Brittany's dripping core, hands trickling up the blonde's sensitive sides. Making her shudder and groan. Brittany's warm mouth trailed lower, her desire evident in every swipe of her eager tongue and press of her greedy lips.
"Fuck," Santana buried a hand in Brittany's blonde locks, urging her lower. "Stop fucking teasing me, baby. Just-"
"Santana!" Hard blue eyes snapped up to Santana's, lips pursed, expression admonishing. "You're supposed to stay in character!"
"Ugh!" the brunette threw her arm over her eyes in exasperation. "I don't want to role play anymore, Britt. I wants my orgasm and I wants it now."
A small pout formed at Brittany's lips and she sat up with her arms crossed over her chest. "I didn't complain when you waited unit I was finished cleaning the pool to start."
"I was getting into character." Santana mumbled, her own pout rivaling the blonde's.
"Right." Said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Brittany/Santana
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Random Onesot to go with the 'rich girl wants the pool girl' thing that was floating around.
Summary: If she had it her way, and Santana Lopez always got what she wanted, she would be between those legs before the day was over.
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The heat was almost unbearable, the sun beating down on her generous display of caramel skin. The thin strips of cloth she could hardly call a swimsuit weren't helping. It was one of the hottest summers in the history of ever but Santana was burning up for a completely different reason. The reason her blood was boiling beneath her skin had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the hot little blonde number servicing her. Well, servicing her pool. If you really want to get into technicalities, her father's pool in her father's lavish mansion but that was beside the point. Fact was; Santana eyed the pool girl from behind her dark sunglasses, everything her father owned was basically hers by default. Including the help.
Santana felt a lascivious smirk curling at her full lips as she watched the pool girl work. If the tall, gorgeous blonde knew Santana was watching her she didn't show it. Her golden hair was tied up in a sloppy ponytail, stray strands falling across her striking sapphire eyes and sticking to her neck. Santana's gaze brushed over the blonde's slightly parted pink lips, down along her t-shirt covered torso and over the promising swell of her breasts. Stopping distractedly on the exposed skin at the girl's stomach. Santana licked her lips, biting back a groan when she noticed those taunt muscles flex as the pool girl went about her work. Her appreciation of the blonde's flawless figure continued, reluctantly slipping away from her mouthwatering abs to find a shapely ass. Barely covered by the short, tight cut offs the blonde was wearing. She took in the blonde's endless, toned legs with a lewd grin. If she had it her way, and Santana Lopez always got what she wanted, she would be between those legs before the day was over.
Santana eased herself into a sitting position atop the lounge chair, lusty gaze never leaving that alluring figure. She stretched, letting loose a very sensual groan. The action had the desired effect and Santana caught the pool girl glance in her direction. She reached for her tall glass of vodka doused iced tea, pressing the chilled glass against her neck and rolling it across her chest. The pool girl seemed almost startled and more than a little intrigued by the action.
Santana pulled her glasses down, dark eyes peering over the rims to find and connect flirtatiously with hazy blue. Her tongue darted out, pulling the straw of her drink between her lips. Delighting in the way the blonde's gaze flickered to her mouth. She toyed with the straw a little, the corners of her lips twitching up into a predatory smirk. "Am I distracting you?"
The blonde instantly flushed a pretty shade of pink and averted her gaze. "N-No. Sorry, not at all. I was just... the heat was... g-getting to me, maybe."
"Mmm." The sound came from somewhere deep in Santana's throat and appeared to further provoke the other girl's darkening blush. "You do look like you're burning up." She suggested in a tone that could only be described as pure sex. "You're very hot and flustered."
The pool girl chewed anxiously at her bottom lip. She was definitely hot and way past flustered and she only had the brunette to blame. When Brittany first caught sight of that nearly nonexistent bikini and that delicious tanned skin she swore she almost fainted. There was no way someone could look that deliciously delectable.
"You should take off that shirt." Santana leered at the blonde, voice commanding and smirk worsening upon receiving the other girl's wide stare. She made an errant gesture to the blonde's shorts. "Those too."
Brittany could feel her pulse racing. Did she hear the woman correctly? Was she really telling her to strip? "You want me to take my clothes off?"
Santana leaned back against the lounge chair. One hand settling above her head while she trailed the fingers of her other up and down her stomach, brow arched deviously. "Just a helpful suggestion. We wouldn't want you fainting on the job, hm?"
Brittany only nodded, swirling azure eyes following the movement of the brunette's hand.
"Do you," Santana could feel herself throbbing under the blonde's lustful stare. She trailed her fingers up between her breasts, down over her ample cleavage, and eased a finger beneath the thin strap at her hip. "Need help?"
Brittany shook her head slowly. Dark gaze focused on the brunette's hand, on the tanned skin calling out for her touch. Her shaky limbs moved of their own accord, tugging her shirt over her head and shimmying herself out of her shorts. The brunette's velvety chocolate eyes blazed a hungry trail along her body and she was sure she was going to spontaneously combust.
"Much better." Santana's voice was a delicious rasp.
The desire shining so evidently in the brunette's eyes sent a rush of confidence to Brittany's bloodstream. "I'm still feeling a little... light headed."
Santana instantly perked at the girl's response. "Maybe you should come inside to cool off. I could fix you a cold drink or something."
Brittany stalked closer to the brunette, hips swaying suggestively. She stopped in front of the lounge chair, towering over the other woman. "Or something."
Santana allowed the blonde's eyes to devour her figure for a few tense moments. She slowly stood from her seat, making sure to rake her nails lightly up the sides of blonde's thighs as she went. Hands settling atop curvaceous hips to steady herself. Santana took a hold of the Brittany's hand and pulled her toward the patio door.
Brittany was so distracted by her view of Santana's pert backside and swaying hips that she didn't realize they'd reached their destination until full lips were attacking her own. Her back aching from the forceful shove against some hard, unforgiving surface. She groaned when the brunette's hand pulled at the strings of her bikini top, tongue pushing forcefully past her lips and teeth. Intentions clear in the greedy search for bare skin.
Brittany momentarily wondered if she should be on the fast track to sweaty, aggressive, mind blowing sex with a relative stranger. She didn't even know the woman's name. For all she knew the brunette could be a lonely, orgasm depraved trophy house wife with a husband on the way home. Could be some rich business woman into creepy kinks or a... The brunette's wandering hands stumbled upon Brittany's breasts and she lost all train of thought.
Santana nipped playfully at Brittany's lower lip and squeezed roughly at her breasts. Feeling her nipples harden beneath her eager palms. She trailed her lips over the blonde's jaw, her neck, smirked against a hammering pulse point and enjoyed the urging hand at the back of her head. She brought her mouth to Brittany's ear, tongue flicking over her earlobe.
"Santana." Said in a throaty rush of hot breath. She rolled a nipple between her fingers while her left hand trailed down over taunt, tensed muscles. Lower and lower and lower. "So you know what to scream when I make you come."
Brittany whimpered, goosebumps prickling at her heated skin. Fuck, she wanted Santana. Wanted her writing and moaning and coming undone beneath her. She needed to taste her caramel skin, needed those fingers teasing at the waistband of her bikini bottoms inside of her right fucking now. Brittany tugged at Santana's dark, silky hair and brought those full lips back to her mouth. She captured the teasing hand and moved it lower, right where she needed it. The contact had Brittany moaning long and deep into their kiss, eyelids fluttering and breath catching in her throat.
Santana let Brittany guide her hand. Let loose a throaty laugh at her impatience. Relished in the feel of Brittany, warm and pulsing beneath her fingertips. She growled when her fingers glided over Brittany's wetness, when Brittany's hips started bucking against her. Seeking much needed friction. When Santana dipped a digit between slick wet folds, Brittany's nails dug harshly into her shoulder blades. The back of the blonde's head hit the wall with a light thud, exposing her neck to Santana's greedy mouth. She trailed her lips down across the elegant expanse of Brittany's neck, across her collarbone, dipped her tongue into the valley of her breasts, and curved her lips around a painfully hard nipple. She thrust into the blonde at the same moment her tongue flicked across the hardened nub, eliciting a sharp moan.
Brittany grinded her hips downward, forcing Santana deeper. Her pounding pulse nearly stopped when Santana curled her finger, easing out slowly and then pushing in deeper. Brittany's breath hitched with each thrust and she felt her legs turning to jelly. Barely able to hold herself up.
Suddenly, Santana stepped away from the moaning blonde. The movement was so quick and Brittany's head so deliciously dizzy that she didn't notice the loss of contact until Santana was pulling her hand away. Bringing her glistening fingers to her lips. Eyes dark and smoldering as she flicked her tongue out to have a taste. Eyelashes fluttering and an animalistic growl slipping past her lips. Her eyes snapped back open, dark and dangerous and wanting. She curled a finger into the waistband of Brittany's bikini bottoms, yanking the blonde forward.
She could taste herself on Santana's lips, could feel herself throbbing with arousal. Her foggy mind caught up to her humming body and she curled her hand around the back of Santana's neck. Tongue battling tongue and teeth biting viciously at Santana's full lips. She grabbed a hold of Santana's ridiculously tiny bikini bottoms and pulled. The sound of ripping cloth causing Santana to push indignantly at Brittany's shoulders only to have the blonde's hand tighten at the back of her neck, holding her in place. Brittany pushed Santana backward, bare thigh meeting the juncture in between the brunette's legs.
Santana's lower back hit the kitchen table and she hissed against Brittany's mouth. Brittany pulled away, breathing hard and striking stare a murky haze of dimming blue. She pressed her thigh hard into Santana, earning a sensual groan and forcing the smaller woman up onto the hard wooden table. Pulling Brittany on top of her and wrapping legs around her waist. Her hot center grinding against Brittany's stomach. Brittany uncurled Santana's legs from around her, held down the brunette's gyrating hips.
Their eyes connected; furious brown meeting unwavering blue. The insistent throbbing in the pit of her stomach etched a snarl across Brittany's lips. She didn't like being teased, taunted, and brought near the peak of ecstasy only to be left wanting more. Santana had unfinished business and a promise to keep. She pressed Santana's hand roughly to the pulsing need between her thighs. "You're going to fuck me until I tell you to stop and then maybe I'll return the favor."
The commanding tone sent a rush of wetness coating Santana's clenched thighs and whimpering moan ripping from her pursed lips. The scowl across her face was less than convincing, the waver in her voice only causing Brittany to smirk down at her. "It's cute how you think you're the one in charge."
Brittany's response came in a salacious smirk. In a guttural groan as she slipped two of Santana's fingers past the fabric of her swimsuit and deep into her aching core. Santana gaped at the blonde, chocolate colored eyes flickering between her hand and the blonde's smug gaze. She was sure she'd never seen anything so fucking sexy.
"Santana… mmm…" Brittany panted, licking her lips when she felt Santana's fingers twitch inside of her. She let go of the brunette's hand, hard stare never leaving Santana's smoky gaze. Voice a sexy whimpering mix of sensual and authoritative. "Don't stop."
Santana succumbed to the pulsing, throbbing heat at her fingers. She bit her bottom lip, groaning as she flexed her fingers. The blonde beauty above her continued that slow, jerky grind. She canted her hips upward, matching each of Brittany's sensual grinds. Fingers pumping in and out and curling. Brittany whimpered with each brush of Santana's fingers against that elusive spot. The one that had her body tingling all the way to the tips of her toes, that made her eyes roll into the back of her head. Had her seeing bursts of color. Her hands gripped roughly at Santana's shoulders, struggling to hold herself up. To continue pumping her hips harshly against Santana. Her vision blurred, stomach tightening, back arching, and nails biting into supple flesh. Brittany froze, blurry gaze connecting with Santana's, mouth agape and breathing halted. Her impending orgasm crept along the edges of her senses, taunted her viciously until a press of Santana's palm against her excited clit had her seeing stars. Her breath rushed back into her depraved lungs and she moaned, Santana's name bursting from her parted lips.
Brittany dropped her forehead to Santana's shoulder with a satisfied sigh. Pressed her lips to the angry red marks marring that deliciously tanned skin. Let her tongue trail lightly over the brunette's neck and collarbone, tracing lazy circles over a hardened nipple. Her desire to taste Santana stirred in the pit of her stomach and broke through the orgasm induced fog clouding her mind. Santana retracted her fingers from Brittany's dripping core, hands trickling up the blonde's sensitive sides. Making her shudder and groan. Brittany's warm mouth trailed lower, her desire evident in every swipe of her eager tongue and press of her greedy lips.
"Fuck," Santana buried a hand in Brittany's blonde locks, urging her lower. "Stop fucking teasing me, baby. Just-"
"Santana!" Hard blue eyes snapped up to Santana's, lips pursed, expression admonishing. "You're supposed to stay in character!"
"Ugh!" the brunette threw her arm over her eyes in exasperation. "I don't want to role play anymore, Britt. I wants my orgasm and I wants it now."
A small pout formed at Brittany's lips and she sat up with her arms crossed over her chest. "I didn't complain when you waited unit I was finished cleaning the pool to start."
"I was getting into character." Santana mumbled, her own pout rivaling the blonde's.
"Right." Said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.