Releasing Some Tension || Fuinn
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The rather antagonistic relationship the two had at work may well just have been sexual chemistry that neither had dared to approach before tonight. But now that all things were off the table, and Quinn herself was about to be on top of it everything seemed a lot clearer to them both. Slapping the blonde teacher on the ass had her mewling and as Finn stripped layer after layer of clothing from her Quinn seemed to get more and more into it. As was Finn, with every new inch of skin he saw of hers his throat ran dryer, and licking his lips became instinctive as he soon carried her over to the edge of her kitchen table. Having been told of her fantasies within this room in particular Finn intended to make every one of them come true now. âOh weâll both be screaming, and I donât think it matters whoâs louder. All that really matters is that itâs gonna get real noisy in here,â he husked back before pressing against the half-naked Quinn. His jeans having been added to the pile of clothes, he briefly teased her with a soft touch of her folds, running his finger along her before stopping to pull off his boxers too; the way she reached to help him strip down fully was as alluring as it was intoxicating in itself, and as he sprang free her reaction had him throbbing anew. He couldnât wait to prove to her how tight a fit it would be, and when she used the very same words running in his head he smirked heavily, then groaned as her hand began to softly touch him. âOh I have, Iâve wanted to every damn day since we met. Especially all those times you yelled at me for being too noisy⌠and you may have to yell at me again for it,â he promised. A gasp escaped him as her motions became more deliberate, stroking him as she pulled him into a heated kiss and causing him to practically gasp for air. Off came her own blouse now too, leaving her seated on the table in her lingerie and looking rapturously delicious.
âOh jesus,â he muttered as the kiss broke, her hand still building him up now and threatening to get an eruption from him already. Reaching out to grasp her by the waist, he pulled her straighter to the edge of the table and swept aside her panties to reveal glistening wet core. Smirking again as he bit her gently on the lip, together they guided him towards her arousal and ran the tip through wet folds, causing each to shudder at first direct contact. Both clearly needed more and fast, as Finn slipped quickly inside of Quinn a little bit at a time, allowing her a chance to get used to his girth. âGod,â he whined, pressing even closer to her and soon laid her back onto the table, hovering over her as he introduced his full length inside of her only after she continued to assure him it was okay. For a few moments he just enjoyed the feel of being fully sheathed within her, and stole another fiery kiss as he lay on top of Quinn. The hard table beneath them held them up, and slowly he began to pump his hips as he began to fuck Quinn, sliding in and out of her slowly as his tongue rolled and pressed against her own, the warmth of her mouth just as amazing as the warmth of her core. Groaning began to spill from his mouth into her own, all of it muffled as slow movements became more deliberate and more sharp, Finn raising up only to slam back down into Quinn. Lifting himself back up slightly, Finnâs darkened pupils stared down at the twin pools of hazel staring back up, golden tresses splayed on the tabletop around her face. With a free hand he tugged at her bra, letting her breasts spill out of the lace cups and soon used both hands to cover them, groping at her as he managed to regain his footing and stood up at the edge of the table, still pushing in and out of her as he used her chest for leverage. Fingers rubbed over sensitive nipples as he tweaked and pawed at them, having his way with Finnâs co-worker. âJESUS!â he cried out, followed by a string of moans as her walls squeezed against his length.
âI told you youâre gonna be screaming my name, and Iâm gonna be screaming yours too, babe!â He huffed as he stared down at her, eyes burning with passion and driving harder into her as the table moved slightly, rocking back and forth under their weight.
Only in her darkest fantasies had Quinn actually expected things to be going down this way with Finn. On more than one occasion sheâd thought of their fights and arguments in school; only, in her dreams there were no children around and things got intense enough that heâd ripped her clothes off and resolved their fighting in a different way. This, however, was just as hot, and with every touch of his fingers and roll of his tongue along hers, Quinnâs pent up arousal was building higher and she was becoming more desperate for more of him. Clothes tumbled to the floor, and Finn scooped the blonde into his arms, making good on his promise to fulfill one of her other fantasies as he placed her onto the edge of the table. A smirk traced her delicate lips at his assurance that theyâd both be screaming. Her fingers nimbly started to pull at his pants, eager to rid him of them. âMm, I donât think it does either. Iâm fairly sure weâre going to be too enraptured in other things to deliberate who is the loudest. Until I heard a knock on the walls to be quiet, I wonât be stopping. And even then,â she added, a sparkle in her hazel eyes as they widened at the sight of his shaft freeing from boxers. He already had her whimpering just from a small teasing touch, but the teacher couldnât help but elicit a squeak as she drank in the size of his cock. She throbbed between her thighs for him, but tried to keep her composure by pointing out that Finn too had been wanting to fuck her just as badly. The dewiness glistening along her folds and now the table betrayed her, but her hand quickly curled around his thickness, eager to work him up just as heâd already done to her. âSince we first met, huh?â Quinn quirked an eyebrow, her gaze connected to his while she gently slid her hand up and down his length, letting her thumb taunt the tip in slow circles. âThat makes two of us. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to do so when Iâm likely to be just as noisy, Mr. Hudson.â His name came deeper as it rolled off her tongue, which soon was encapsulating his searingly.
Quinnâs hand only faltered to removed her shirt; otherwise it remained engulfing Finnâs shaft, her hand steadily jerking him more firmly and with faster pace. Her eyes only left his every so often to watch the stiff organ twitch with her efforts; it drove Quinn wild to have such a similar effect on him, and as their kiss dissolved, she doubled her stride. Finn distracted her though by tugging her toward the edge of the table more; Quinn gasped as he did so, her hand allowing some control back to him as unitedly they guided him toward her sopping wet entrance. Whimpering softly at the bite to her lip, soon Qâs hand lifted to press at Finnâs chest instead, letting him put all the weight and muscle into sliding inside of her. As he began to, scratchy groans befell the blonde, and she used his muscled body for leverage as her knees lifted and bent, giving him full access to her parted thighs. It had been a long time since sheâd been with anyone and even so, none of them compared to Finn. He must have sensed so by how snug she fit around him, muscles instantly fluttering as her nails curled into his torso-- biting a little hard with each inch he filled her with. âFuck, Finnnnn,â Quinn whined, her heavy hazel eyes fighting to keep on his chocolate brown as the deeper he drove into her, the tighter they squeezed closed. Her stomach felt heavy and full, but it was in a pleasant, indescribable way and she could feel her walls stretching well enough to ease him further inside of her. Just as she was about to beg him to move, it was a shared silent observation as she nodded and offered Finn a sincere smile that had him laying atop her, pressing his cock more firmly into her warm depths. Stuffed full of him, Quinn began moaning pathetically in response to Finnâs groans, also barreling into her mouth with the slow pumping of his hips from directly above. âOh my god... youâre soooo good,â she huffed between wet tongues colliding, as Quinn steeled her hips to tighten each plow of his cock into her heat. It wasnât long before Finn was speeding things up; the blonde below him was a slave to him now-- more so with each heavy, piercing ram inside of her.
While her body was going crazy, Quinn was close to tweaking her nipples through her bra as she needed something happening there, but Finn seemed to read her mind as he started to paw at the lacy cups, freeing her bouncing breasts while he continued pummeling in and out of her. Her entire flesh was flush, long golden tresses a mess as they framed her face, but Quinn found herself unable to stop staring up at Finn, her lips parting with each burst into her, louder each time. At this rate she knew it wouldnât be long before she came undone, but Finn switching things up as he got back to his feet and directed her motions by swings up his hips and firm clutches of her breasts. The table rattled, and Quinnâs body slid up and down with his guidance; it felt so damn good to have him inside of her that the teacherâs whines escalated to pitching squeals. âI believe you, I believe you, Finn!â she spouted off, knowing good and well that he was right-- his name would sail off her lips in a scream whenever she unraveled around him. Finn was solid as a rock, drilling into her and the obvious fullness along with the friction of his thumbs on her nipples and brushes of sensitive bud were soon going to have her exploding violently. âDonât stop fucking me, Finn,â Quinn demanded, her orbs just as full of lust and passion as they burned under his. The blondeâs back arched clear off the table, her toes curling and knees practically buckling, but she was still ordering him to keep pounding into her. The quick spurts made it more difficult for Quinn to hang on though; her thighs shook-- hell, her whole body shook, and she bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to hold tight. The more rampantly her walls contracted around Finnâs cock though, Quinn felt herself unable to last much longer. Gripping the side of the table with white knuckles, she hissed out a panted warning. âI canât... I canât hold back any moreee. Iâm gonna cum. But still, donât stop,â she dictated. âKeep fucking me until you cum too,â she continued breathlessly. âCum inside of me or on me, I donât even care, just... fuck! FINN!!!â she screamed, bloodcurdling so, as she catapulted into her climax, slender form shuddering as wetness engulfed his busy, sheathed cock. Seeing stars as she convulsed, Quinn could only hope that there would be more than just a round one.