[Glee fic] Messages from No One (8/10?)
Title: Messages from No One
Rating: R/NC-17
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Warnings: Lemons and Limes (I think)
Summary: Rachel has a secret admirer.
A/N: Originally concieved as a response to prompt from the glee_kink_meme. “Rachel has a secret admirer who leaves her notes and tokens of affection in places where she'll find them (in her locker, her bag, etc.) but can't figure out who it is, especially since they seem to know her so well. Extra special hugs if some of the 'notes' are sexual in nature but prim and proper Rachel totally secretly loves them. Dirty talk, abounds!”
A/N2: As always, thank you to everyone who took the time to review my story! And also thank you to those who read/fav’d/alerted to this story! Your feedback means the world to me. :D
Oh, and also thanks to everyone who reviewed my one-shot for the PR Drabble Challenge!
Now, on with the smut- I mean, story...
Previous: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
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There’s this wonderful place between asleep and awake, where just for a moment, your dreams feel so real, that you’d do anything to keep it that way...
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She could feel his warm breath against her bare back; the tense, rapid rhythm due to some unknown stress or strain. Except it wasn’t that ‘unknown’. Even with the slightest movement, Rachel could feel his straining, cloth-covered erection against her behind.
The soft moans and erratic breaths emanating from his mouth indicated he was lost in a very arousing, fitful sleep and she instantly felt bad for him. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Rachel knew that for most of the week, they’d been focusing on her; her seduction; her needs; her pleasure. It hadn’t really been fair to him.
Not that Rachel really knew how to reciprocate. She’d done some research online, but most of the ‘suggestions’ were things she’d never dare to do in real life.
But that was the beauty of dreaming; they instilled her with a sense of courage where she would normally shy away in real life.
Turning over as gently as possible, Rachel made herself comfortable while facing Puck’s sleeping form. She tentatively reached forward, running her fingers through his Mohawk; the short, spiky hairs a lot softer that they looked (kind of like him). She took her time, slowly memorising his features as her fingers moved down to trace his face.
Rachel was lost in a moment that she was almost entirely certain that not many people (if any) had experienced before, either because he wouldn’t let them or because they didn’t care enough to try. She wasn’t naive. She knew that this was most likely the only chance she’d have of seeing him like this; so peaceful despite his clear arousal, a faint hint of his usual smirk gracing his lips. He just looked so much like...Noah.
But unfortunately, she knew he’d be gone in the morning; when the harsh reality of daylight settled in, and the dream had dissipated into nothingness. So, she took her time; leisurely committing each curve to memory.
When his eyelids began to softly flutter open, Rachel watched as his eyes clouded over with confusion, but he didn’t stop her hand from gliding along the contours of his face. Her mouth tilted into a small smile as she swiped her the pad of her index finger slowly across his lips before her hand began drifting downwards; leaving his face altogether.
Their eyes remained connected in the silence as she moved lower and lower, until...
Puck inhaled sharply when her hand came into contact with his semi-hard member; his eyes growing wide as she began moving her hand with unexpected certainty. Slowly, she felt him grow harder through the material of his boxer shorts as she tried to remember which actions he particularly enjoyed.
Neither felt the need to speak; their silence only punctuated by the sounds of their ragged breathing increasing gradually in near perfect unison. She watched as his hand lifted up to her face; his confusion slowly turning into desire, which only intensified as she slipped her hand into the waist of his shorts.
“You don’t...” He began, but she cut him off before he could complete his sentence.
“I know.” Her slightly hoarse voice barely above a whisper. “I want to...” Her smile widened as his eyelids began to flutter once more; her hand experimentally moving up and down this shaft. It felt...big...and...hot; not that she was expecting otherwise. But the tactile experience of feeling him bare beneath her hand was staggeringly different to when it had been covered by material. The heat seemed to burn her palm, seeping into her skin; the hard yet softness of his flesh caused her to moan softly as she imagined how it would feel moving inside of her.
Despite Puck obviously struggling to keep his eyes open, they remained fixed with hers; his brow covered in small beads of sweat. Suddenly he began thrusting his hips slightly with each down stroke of her hand; their breathing now exceedingly rapid. He must be getting close, she thought as she tightened her grip slightly; eliciting a moan of approval.
She moved her hand up a little further this time; swiping her palm over the head of his cock.
“God, Rach...” He murmured. He pulled her face closer to his; leaning his forehead against her as his eyes finally fluttered close. “I’m gonna...” He warned her, but she simply nodded in response.
“It’s okay.” She whispered; repeating the motion. Once. Twice.
Rachel watched in awe as he fell apart with her name on his lips; her hand becoming damp and sticky as he came.
Now she finally understood why it had never bothered him that she hadn’t ‘reciprocated’ his actions during all of those times he’d spent teasing her, because watching him groan as he orgasmed uncontrollably, and knowing that she was the cause, had been the most erotic scene she had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Slowly, her other hand drifted between her throbbing thighs; her weight shifting awkwardly. All it took was her running her fingers over her swollen clit once before her eyes squeezed shut and she completely came apart.
Rachel waited until her breathing evened out before opening her eyes once more, only to find Puck staring at her, his mouth hanging open slightly. The intensity of his gaze was almost too much for her; the uncertainty settling in once again as she pondered what the light fluttering in her stomach meant. So instead, she turned over and grabbed some tissues from her night stand before she wiped away the stickiness from both hands.
She leaned forward to aim the balled up tissues into her nearby waste paper basket; completely missing her target. But she couldn’t bring herself to care as his arm encircled her waist and pulled her back against his chest once more.
Soon, Rachel found herself slipping into nothingness to the steady rhythm of his chest moving against her; his lips pressed against her shoulder and his face buried in her hair.
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Something was wrong.
Well, not necessarily wrong. But abnormal. Unusual. Different.
Her mind was lost somewhere between reality and fantasy, and she wasn’t sure which was which. Not that she particularly cared. All she knew was she felt safe, and warm, and content.
But...
Rachel’s eyes flew open as she realised the reason why she felt that way. Her back was pressed firmly against his chest; his heaving arm hanging loosely over her side, and suddenly the entire night came rushing back to her. The texting. His unexpected appearance. His tongue as it did wicked things to her nervous system. Waking up hours later to feel his erection pressed firmly against her back.
It hadn’t been a dream at all.
The shock of this realisation caused Rachel to twist out of his grasp a little more forcefully than intended. Instead of turning to face him to confirm her suspicions, she rolled herself right off her bed and landed with a loud thump on the floor; pulling her bedspread along with her.
She looked up to see his sleepy, smirking face peek out at her over the side of her mattress.
“What ya doing down there, Sexy?” He teased. “Get you sweet ass back up here. I’m not done-”
“Shhhh.” She cut him off as she heard footsteps approaching her bedroom door. Frozen in fear, she motioned for Puck to keep quiet as a gentle knock sounded against it.
“Rachel? Honey?” Her Daddy’s voice filtered into her room. “Are you okay? I thought I heard something fall.”
“Yes Daddy,” She cringed at the strained sound of her voice. “I was having an unusual dream, and I fell off the bed.”
“Oh, are you okay, honey? You’re not hurt are you?”
“No, Daddy. I’m fine.” She answered as Puck’s eyebrow kinked suggestively causing her to blush.
“Okay.” Her Daddy answered slowly. “Well, you’re father and I are heading out to the market. Is there anything you wanted us to pick up for you?”
“No. No, thanks Daddy. I’m fine.”
“Okay then dear. Well I think it’s time for you to get up now anyway. It’s almost noon.”
“Yes Daddy.” She replied, as she heard his footsteps moving away.
Scrabbling to her feet, Rachel wrapped the blanket around her body and tried not to stare at Puck’s lazily sprawled form on her bed; his body covered with nothing more than his black boxer shorts.
She turned sharply towards her en suite bathroom, only to stop at the sound of his smug voice. “Where’re you going, Sexy?” She turned to face him again as he continued. “You’re Dad said to get up, and well, I’m definitely ‘up’.” His eyes motioned suggestively downwards, and she couldn’t help but follow his gaze; her eyes travelling down his chiselled chest, along his taut abdomen to settle on his slightly tented shorts.
She spluttered incomprehensibly as she struggled to find the correct response, but after deciding that her mind was being completely uncooperative; she turned swiftly on her heel and locked herself in her bathroom.
Rachel sat on the lid of her toilet, cocooned within her bedspread as she tried to grasp the reality of her situation. It was all happening too fast, and it was all too much for her to comprehend. Sure, it had kind of been her fault last night when she started ‘sexting’ him, but she hadn’t expected him to show up at her window in the middle of the night, and she certainly hadn’t expected to find herself pushed back onto her bed as his lips, tongue and hands slowly made their way down her body causing her such intense pleasure.
She thought it had been a dream. A wonderfully vivid and erotic dream.
And yet, at that very moment, Puck was behind her bathroom door, laying on her bed in nothing but his underwear.
She heard a soft tap as his sultry voice drifted through the door, “Hey Sexy, your Dads just left. You can come out and play now.” But she couldn’t find her voice to reply. She really didn’t know what to say.
How could she tell a guy that she’d basically just slept with that she wasn’t ready to actually, you know, sleep with him?
It sounded insane. Even to her.
So instead of answering, she simply got up and turned on her shower; choosing to lose herself in the steady spray of warm water as it gently washed away the sweat from the night’s activities.
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Thirty minutes or so later, Rachel emerged from her bathroom clad in only her bath robe. She half expected (half hoped) that he’d already left, but she walked out to his expectant smirk as he lay with his hand propped up behind his head.
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could Rachel blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I need to change the sheets.” She cringed inwardly as his eyebrows rose questioningly. “It’s unhygienic to continue using them, given last night’s...activities.” She could feel her face heating up once more, but she continued babbling. “Now, you should shower, while I pop them in the washing machine. And then I’ll make us some breakfast. Well, lunch. Maybe brunch.”
Slowly, Puck got up from the bed and started towards her, but she skirted around the room, maintaining the distance. She watched as his face scrunched up with confusion. “Okay.” He said slowly, obviously not understanding her erratic behaviour. “I guess I should just go.”
“No!” She protested a little too fervently. And she had no idea why. Just moments earlier, she had wanted nothing more than for Puck to leave, but the thought of him actually leaving made her panic. She coughed slightly to cover up her unexpected outburst. “I mean, you should clean yourself up. And I’ll start cooking breakfast; it’s the most important meal of the day you know. And lunch, while not as important, is still important to keep energy levels up. Not that we’ll be doing anything strenuous that requires copious amounts of energy.” She cringed at her impaired mental capabilities. What the heck was wrong with her? “Now go.” She ordered; ignoring the smirk that was starting to form once more. “There’s a spare towel hanging on the rack. It’s clean so don’t worry.” (Not that he would.)
Puck shot her one last teasing look, before he made his way into her bathroom and Rachel released a sigh of relief once she heard the soft ‘click’ of the door as it shut. Moving quickly, Rachel threw on a shirt and a pair of yoga pants before proceeding to straighten her room. First, she gathered all the clothes strewn across the room, throwing hers into the hamper while folding his neatly and placing the pile on her desk. Next, she pulled the sheets off her bed before grabbing a spare set from the cupboard and refitted her bed. She had just finished tucking the last corner of the fitted sheet into the mattress when she heard the water being shut off.
With lightning quick speed, she grabbed all her dirty belongings and left the room; closing the door softly behind her.
Puck didn’t rejoin her in the kitchen until at least ten minutes later, finding her surrounded by food ingredients as she energetically whipped eggs. “Good morning,” she greeted brightly; trying to act like everything was normal, except she had never felt more off balance in her life; everything just felt so different in daylight. “I’m sorry there’s not much to eat.” She apologised, as she placed the egg bowl down and turned around to flip a pancake. “As you heard earlier, my parents left for the market, so there isn’t much of a selection.” She moved on to turn some strips of bacon as it sizzled in a pan.
If he thought her actions were strange and erratic, he didn’t mention it. He simply took a seat at the bench, and began picking at the first wave of her feast.
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For the next hour, Rachel felt like a crazy person on speed; lost in a whirlwind of cooking, cleaning and talking. Anything to avoid pausing and dealing with the look of amusement he was giving her; he looked so enticing that it made her even more nervous. And he could definitely tell.
Just as she was reaching up to retrieve some baking supplies (for some unknown reason, she’d decided that he needed something sweet and sugary, and apparently, cookies were the answer - anything to keep herself from jumping him) she felt his walk up behind her and lay his steady hands on her hips.
“What’s wrong, Sexy?” He spoke huskily in her ear. “Do I make you nervous?” She started to shake her head, but for some reason she felt it moving up and down in a nod. “Why? You didn’t seem to mind me being around earlier this morning?”
“I...I...” She stammered, but she lost her train of thought (if there had ever been one to start with) when he pressed further into her back, leaning over her. She was just on the verge of turning around and entwining herself around him when he pulled back completely, a flour container in hand.
“So cookies, huh?” He teased. “I definitely wouldn’t say no to something sweet to eat.” He chuckled softly as she began blushing once more.
God, what was wrong with her? She had already spent most of the night naked in bed with him, and she was acting like a shy virgin. Well, technically she was still a virgin. But after some of the things they’d done under the cover of darkness, she definitely shouldn’t feel so shy.
She cleared her throat and smooth down the front of her apron before taking the container from him. “Right. We should get started then.”
She arranged all the ingredients and utensils systematically, but she felt like her whole body was vibrating as she started pouring the flour into a large bowl. And in fact she was.
As she shakily poured the flour, as she held out her free hand. “Could you please pass me an egg?” But as he placed it in her palm, his fingers lightly grazed hers; causing what felt like electricity to shoot from her fingertips throughout her body.
Rachel jumped back at the sensation, causing the egg to land with a loud crack on the floor. She looked up, surprised to see his smirking face.
“Nice one, Berry.” He teased. “Look what you did.”
“What I did?” She asked defensively. “You’re the one who failed to adequately ensure the item was securely in my hand before letting go.”
“Nope. Not my fault. Look even now, your making a big mess.”
She turned to see the flour container fallen on its side, the fine particles slowly shifting downwards onto the bench.
“That’s not my fault! You distracted me!” She protested loudly.
“Yeah, yeah, Sexy.” He placated as he reached for a bottle of chocolate sauce, and begun squeezing some out onto his index finger. “Say what you want. But we both know the truth.” She watched in awe as he brought the finger to his lips, he tongue poking out to lick away the chocolate. But then, at the last moment, Puck lunged forward towards her; smearing her cheek with the sticky substance. “Hmm, Berry, you seem to have something on your face, here let me help you clean up.”
“Noah, what in the world?” She asked, ducking out from his arms. “Wait, Noah.”
She ran around the kitchen bench just as he squirted out another large glob of sauce into his hands and started advancing on her once more.
“Where you going, Berry? I’m just trying to help.”
Instinctively, she grabbed the closest object she could find to protect herself, which happened to be the half empty container of flour; wielding it as a weapon. But it turned out to be rather redundant as she swung the make-shift club, showering them both with white powder instead.
“Noah!” She shrieked as he approached, unperturbed. She couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that escaped her lips as she twirled out of reach, grabbing something else from the bench, this time the carton of eggs. Retrieving one, she turned to him, preparing to throw it. “Now, Noah, stay where you are otherwise I’ll be forced to... Noah!”
He lunged forward once more, but this time as she tried to manoeuvre herself away from his outstretched arms, she found herself backed into the corner between the refrigerator and the dishwasher. His palm was smeared the chocolate over her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. Releasing another shriek of laughter, she brought her hand up and tried to smoosh the egg into his Mohawk, but from her position she only managed to reach his neck.
He laughed at her as she opened her eyes. “Berry, you should really learn to use shorter sentences. Otherwise, someone might use it to their advantage.” She gasped as he brought his arm up threateningly.
“Noah Puckerman. Don’t you dare...”
Too late.
She could feel the weight of the sticky sauce as it began dripping down her hair.
“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe you did that.” She replied, not managing to sound even remotely angry. He continued laughing at her as she raised her hands to her hair and gingerly felt where the sauce had landed. Taking one more look at his smug grin, she unexpectedly launched herself forward, curling her fingers around his face and neck, smudging his skin with chocolate. “Hah! Take that!” She yelled triumphantly, as his eyes widened with shock.
But the shock only lasted a moment.
Immediately, his surprise was replaced by his usual smirk as he pushed her body up against the refrigerator, knocking the wind out of her.
“Take what, Berry?” She looked into his eyes twinkling with laughter, and suddenly everything seemed to still.
Rachel could feel every inch of him pressed up against her; his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared into her eyes; neither noticing the chocolate, flour and egg that was all over their faces and clothes.
Suddenly, she wasn’t smiling anymore.
And neither was he.
Rachel watched with bated breath as his face became serious. Slowly (almost agonsizingly so) he inched closer to her.
It started start off soft and tentative; a whisper of a kiss. A prelude even. His tongue swiping over her lips gently, licking away the chocolate sauce. Her eyes fell shut as he started adding more pressure, his tongue gliding over her lips once more, seeking entrance. She gasped as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her hips even closer to his, and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth. It felt like there were fireworks shooting off behind her eyelids, her mind fogging over with desire as their tongues duelled for dominance. The more they fought, the more heated their kiss got; and the more heated it got, the more she knew that she never wanted to let go.
She groaned as her legs buckled beneath her, and grasped his face even closer as she struggled to remain upright. Seemingly sensing her problem, his hands moved down and he swiftly hoisted her body up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
They both moaned as he ground his lower half against her core, and all the anxiety and uncertainty she had woken with just melted away. All she needed right now, all she would ever need, was his lips on hers, kissing her until every thought left her mind, and all that was left behind was bliss.
She barely registered as he spun them around, seating her bench. Her hand drifted down to his belt and fumbled with the buckle.
It was going to happen. And most importantly, she wanted it to happen. She needed it to happen. Now.
She had barely loosened his belt when they were both brought out of their sexual bubble by the sound of the front door opening.
“Crap!” She swore softly, as she reluctantly tore her mouth away from his; quickly hopping off the bench. “Quick, get down.” She ordered as her Dad’s voice floated through the house.
“Rachel, honey? Could you help with... What happened here?” He asked as he turned the corner, followed closely behind by Daddy.
“Nothing Dad.” She replied, as she swatted Puck’s hidden form away from her legs. She didn’t need him feeling her up while she spoke to her Dads; she was nowhere near that kinky. “Just a little baking mishap. How was the market?” She asked.
As his Dad set down the shopping bags he raised his eyebrows at her. “Little?” He asked; ignoring her attempt at changing the subject.
“Yes, I know. I admit things got a rather out of control. I think I just had too much energy from sleeping late this morning.” She heard Puck snicker softly beside her, and she was forced to cover it up with a wheezing cough. “Look why don’t you both leave the groceries here and go prepare for your flight. I’ll clean up first before putting everything away.”
“Right.” He replied sceptically, but they seemed to accept her offer as they both turned and headed upstairs. “Well, make sure you clean up all that chocolate.” He shot over his shoulder as they ascended and disappeared out of sight, but not before she heard him whisper to her Daddy, “How do you suppose she got it all in her hair? She looks like she just decided to pour it over her head.”
Rachel watched the staircase until she heard their door close.
“Get up,” she whispered urgently. “And be quiet.”
“Berry...”
“Shhh. My Dads can’t know that you’re here. Because then they’ll probably guess...”
He smirked as she silently opened the door. “What? That I was about to ravish their daughter on the kitchen bench?”
“Shhh.” She whispered, even though he hadn’t spoken any louder than her.
“So, until later?” He asked quietly, as he stepped out of the door.
“I can’t tonight. I have to drive my Dad’s to the airport in Dayton later. I won’t be back until really late.”
“Okay. Tomorrow then.” He answered as he leaned in for one last kiss, but Rachel’s head retracted as his approached.
“You better not. Because of you I’m all gross and covered with that sticky substance.”
He rolled his eyes and his grin broadened even wider at her words. “That’s what she said.” He replied, as he leaned in once more and planted a quick kiss on her lips, before sprinting across her front lawn and out of sight.
She briefly had time to wonder where he parked his truck, when his words registered in her head.
Wait. What?
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Rachel hummed softly to herself as she got ready for bed.
She had managed to quickly clean the kitchen before driving her Dads to the airport. Though she hadn’t really been paying attention to anything they’d said the entire ride there. In fact, since Puck left her house, all she could think about was how his lips felt against hers, and how her entire body seemed to be buzzing with excitement. She had no idea how she was going to last until tomorrow, because as far as first kisses go, that one had been life changing.
The fact that it had been their first was kind of embarrassing; knowing all that they had done already, everything that he had seen. But also knowing that that one kiss had felt more intense and more wonderful than anything they had done so far, just made it feel all the more special. Though she guessed he probably ruined her for anyone else; there was no possibe way other first kiss would ever compare. It was just too incomphrensible.
Right now, she was lost in the memory of that kiss. She tried to recount the past few hours, but she couldn’t really remember a thing. She could vaguely hear her Dad’s voice reminding her “No parties and no boys at the house while we’re gone” and she could dimly recall their waving figures as they disappeared behind security.
No, instead, all she had running through her head was every moment from the moment he appeared to the moment he left.
Every single moment...
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“Hey Sexy,” His playful smirk widened as she blushed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you...”
Rachel was completely stunned as she watched Puck clamber through her window (considerably gracefully given his height and build).
“What are you doing here, Noah?” She repeated when he turned to close the window once more.
“Well,” he said as he turned around; a wicked grin on his lips. “It’s 12:57. So technically, it’s tomorrow. And for some reason, I just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.”He placed his hands on her waist and slowly began backing her up towards her bed. “You don’t happen to know why, do you Berry?” His question was teasing, but it didn’t stop her from nodding dumbly as the back of her knees hit her mattress.
She gasped as Puck pushed her down, and Rachel found herself staring at her ceiling as he joined her. She felt completely dazed as he hovered over her; his hand reaching up to the top button of her pyjama shirt.
“Do you have any idea how hot you made me?” He asked as his dexterous fingers slowly began moving down; her shirt opening in its wake. “Picturing you, right here, on this bed, with your hand buried in your sweet pussy.” His lips lower to suck gently at her exposed chest; moving up to her neck as he pushed the material aside. “Your fingers thrusting in and out, as you imagined it was me.” He bit down on her pulse point; sucking hard as he began slipping the shirt of her arms.
One of his hands reached up to cup her breast; the other remained to support his body weight. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt the calloused pad of his thumb brush over her nipple; the tiny bud growing hard and straining towards his palm.
Puck’s mouth began to move down towards his hand; taking the nipple between his teeth as his weight shifted and his other hand began paying her other breast the same treatment. She couldn’t help but gasp as his mouth tugged almost painfully, before his tongue swiped over the bud, soothing it once more. Rachel felt as if her blood was beginning the boil; her breathing becoming laboured and fast as his hands and mouth worked her body.
She gave herself up completely to the sensation; barely noticing as his hand replaced his mouth once more. His lips descended along her torso; leaving a heated trail of kissed over her skin while his hands continued teasing the hardened peaks of her breasts. As his tongue dipped down into her belly button, Rachel arched her body to his mouth; her hand reaching up to thread themselves in his Mohawk. She half wished his hair was longer or that there was more of it, so she could run her fingers through it properly. Instead, she settled for gripping what hair he did have and pushing his face closer to her.
A small whimper escaped her mouth as his hands were removed from her breast; and slowly made their way down to the waist of her pants. In one smooth motion, Puck hooked his fingers and pulled them down, dragging her underwear along with it.
She barely registered as her clothing was tossed haphazardly out of the way because suddenly his lips weren’t on her anymore. Lifting her head to protest, she whimpered as his hand slowly trailed up the back of her calves to settle on her knees. Her eyes connected with his as he began to spread her legs; opening her up to him. He licked his lips as his eyes flitted down to her exposed pussy, and Rachel couldn’t help but mimic the motion. She watched in fascination as he lowered his mouth; eagerly anticipating whatever was coming next.
“Noah...” Rachel moaned as his tongue made contact, leisurely swiping up her slit once. “Please?” She begged breathily. She could feel his smirk pressed against her skin as his hand slid up the inside of her thighs. Her hips bucked as he swiped his tongue once more; this time barely making contact with her clit. “Please Noah? More.” She whined, almost petulantly.
“As you wish.” The vibrations of his mouth as he spoke caused mini-shock waves to run through her body; starting with her clit and shooting straight up her spine. His tongue began languidly stroking up and down; each time it moved up, he carefully avoided the sensitive nub, before gliding downwards to circle her opening.
“Noah. Stop teasing.” She pleaded. “I need...”
“What do you need, Sexy?” He asked, a finger joining his tongue as it circled her opening one more. “Tell me...”
“Inside. Now.” Her mind unable to form complete sentences.
“As you wish.” He murmured once more, before thrusting a finger insider her while his mouth moved up to suck her clit into his mouth.
Her hips began bucking uncontrollably as he started pumping his finger in and out of her pussy; his tongue playing with the highly sensitively nub. It was almost too much. The sensations were overpowering.
And then... he added a second finger, pumping harder as his fingers curled up to find that sweet spot inside of her.
“Oh my...” She moaned loudly as she started shaking uncontrollably, clenching down on his fingers as they continued moving within her. Her orgasm ran through her so unexpected, almost as if it was spontaneous. And that thought just turned her on even more.
She vaguely remembered that her parents were sleeping just down the hall, so reached a hand above her head to grab one of her pillows.
Rachel managed to cover her mouth just in time as he sucked her clit into his mouth with particularly strong force, and she found herself coming again; this time screaming into the pillow as she fell over the edge. And yet, Puck’s fingers continued pumping in and out.
“Noah...”She moaned into the pillow, her body writhing beneath his talented hands and mouth. “Stop. Too. Much.” But maybe her words were too muffled by her pillow, because he simply started moving faster; his fingers hitting that sweet spot harder and harder.
“Good lord!” She screamed into her pillow and her world went completely black as his teeth grazed over clit; biting down gently as she felt her body being overcome, the pleasure rocking through her more powerful than anything she had ever experienced before.
The intensity of her last orgasm must have been too much for her to handle, because Rachel could scarcely remember anything else that happened after that. She didn’t remember the shockwaves that ran through her as his fingers finally slipped from her body. Nor did she remember his mouth as it left her core and slowly ascended; leaving a trail of kisses up to her neck. She didn’t even remember him somehow manoeuvring them beneath her bedspread.
She did, however, remember his lips pressing gently against her ear as he whispered, “Sweet dreams, Sexy,” before she burrowed her back into his chest and promptly fell into a peaceful sleep; a sated smile on her lips.
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She didn’t really know what she was doing. All she knew was that this was something she needed to do.
Silently, Rachel made her way across his front lawn; the soft blades of grass tickling her ankles above her ballet flats. Looking up at the two story house, she instantly deduced that his window was the one with the red and white Titan’s sticker stuck prominently to the glass.
She briefly pondered if the well placed trellis beneath said window was a coincidence or not, because even though Puck had a pool cleaning business, that didn’t necessarily mean that he wasn’t handy around the house. After a moment, she decided it was most definitely placed there on purpose.
Well, at least it made this easier for her.
Rachel took a deep breath as she placed her foot on the make shift ladder; pausing for a moment as she contemplated whether or not this was a good idea. She still had time to turn back. He didn’t know she was here yet.
But deep down, she already knew her answer.
After tightening the belt of her jacket, Rachel took another deep breath and began her ascent.
His window was slightly open; allowing her to easily slip her fingers underneath and lift it. It was almost as if he had been expecting her, but in reality, he’d probably just couldn’t be bothered closing it before he went to bed. He looked so enticing sleeping on his bed; only a thin sheet covering his lower torso and legs.
Despite her efforts to open the window as quietly as possible, it still made a soft ‘thud’ as it opened completely, and she watched as his eyes slowly opened at the noise.
He sat up quickly as she slipped through the opening into his room; swinging his legs over the side of his bed.
“Berry?” He asked; completely dumbfounded by her appearance. She smiled brightly as she unwrapped her jacket from around her body to reveal her in one of her favourite night gowns, before slipping off her ballet flats. He gulped loudly; staring up at her in a daze. “Am I dreaming? Because I’ve totally had dreams that began like this.”
She quirked her eyebrow as she approached him, her hand subconsciously moving up to finger the small chain around her neck. The movement caused his eyes to flit down, and his face dawned in recognition as he noticed the gold star pendent hanging loosely from the necklace. The necklace he had given her.
A genuine smile formed on his lips as she smiled back; lowering herself down onto his lap and straddling his thighs.
She opened her mouth to speak. “Noah....” Her words were barely more than a whisper, and yet they seemed to reverberate throughout his entire room. “I want you.”
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A/N3: Mwahahaha. Just kidding. Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Wow. That turned out to be a lot longer than I expected. Oh well. Two more chapters to go!!
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!! :D
Part 9