Before the dance, Russel had been on the roof, smoking the whole day away. He'd known all along what was coming that evening, but kept it in the back of mind, relying on the drugs to help him forget. To calm the nerves, the guilt, the regret, the feelings. Always with the feelings.
But now he was here, hovering around the entrance to the dance. Russ knew she'd be there. The scared, insecure, clingy dark-haired woman. He'd made out with her while high, not an uncommon occurrence with him and attractive ladies. But usually, they didn't care about him any more he cared for them.
With his E-Kat, it all weird. She wasn't anything like any of the people he met. His friends had all been stoners and rebellious jerks, like him. They would ruin anything beautiful, tearing it to shreds without thinking.
And here he was, so high he couldn't count to 50, ready to face the girl who seemed ready to do anything to please him. This could go so many ways for Russ, and he knew the ending would be horrible in almost every aspect. Thats why he did the drugs, so he wouldn't care.
Finally, he entered, letting the noise and sights flow over him in a haze, his eye out for the attractive blue-eyed beauty who he'd already done so much wrong to. Maybe tonight, he'd be better.
Santana’s breathing was labored, pulse racing but this would be news to her. Nothing hurt, absolutely nothing. Fighting with Rachel had been exhausting, but making up with her girlfriend was pure pleasure. The pace had been slow and sweet almost like their first time all over again.
Refusing to pull out, Santana rolled them carefully until her back hit the mattress and Rachel was molded against her body. “Holy hell, babe. Are we getting better at this?”
RACHEL
Rachel moaned lightly as Santana rolled them, curling up into the woman’s side as her muscles fluttered around the softening cock still inside her pleasurably aching and swollen core. She was panting, and sweaty, and her hair stuck to her forehead, but she didn’t have the energy to do anything about it, and just giggled a little into Santana’s chest.
"Maaaaybe," she drawled, voice slightly slurred from exhaustion and the number of orgasms she had had. She had lost count, but knew it was at least three, and near the end Santana had pushed her further than her thought her body could go.
There was a wonderful, consistent and dull throb between her legs, which she couldn’t really feel, and her body was absolutely humming.
"You are… fantastic… Especially that twisting thing you did with your hips…"
SANTANA
"And here I thought you preferred that thing I did with my tongue …" Santana teasingly ran her hand down the line of Rachel’s spine whimpering as the woman continued to pulse around her. It was just this side of too much. Her cock while softening was still trapped and sensitive inside. Her thighs were soaked from both of them and it was the most erotic thing she could think of in that moment.
"So am I forgiven for being a jackass?" Santana kissed Rachel’s shoulder tasting the salty sweat with each press of her lips. Being Santana though, she couldn’t stop when she might be ahead. "I promise not to call Quinn and tell her that how amazing your pussy feels on my dick.”
RACHEL
Slowly, swallowing thickly as she did so, Rachel lifted her hips just enough to allow Santana’s cock to slip out of her, shuddering hard at the feeling of loss and as what arousal had been trapped inside of her flooded out. She settled herself back, this time completely on her side, one leg thrown over Santana’s leg and her head resting mostly on Santana’s chest.
"You’re forgiven, yes," came her answer, and she giggled, nuzzling the woman’s boobs playfully. "Just… keep the details of our sex life to ourselves, okay? You hate to share, don’t know you? Why would you want someone else to know how I squirm and writhe under you… Or how my pussycraves your tongue and needs your thick… thick cock filling me up?” As she spoke her nails drifted to Santana’s abs, as had become habit, and she softly kissed her girlfriend’s erect nipple, meeting her eyes through her lashes.
SANTANA
"You are a fucking vixen, you know that?" Santana moaned out, eyes fluttering closed as Rachel’s fingers teased along her abs and closed her lips against Santana’s now erect nipple. Her cock twitched to life with the graze of teeth against her sensitive flesh and the words falling from Rachel’s lips registered in her head.
"When you put it that way… and you should note that the filthy words coming from your sweet sweet mouth is turning me right on. " Santana blew Rachel’s hair from the column of her neck and chest and proceeded to suck and nip at the delicate skin adding more marks. "You are mine. All mine. And you’re right I don’t share. This pussy is mine. That mouth. Mine. Nobody needs to know what you look like sucking on my cock. How your eyes get darker. Nobody needs to know the little sounds you make when I’m three fingers deep in your pussy while sucking on your clit and licking your ass. That’s just mine. I got it."
RACHEL
Groaning, Rachel rolled to her back, urging Santana to follow the movement. “All yours…” she breathed out, hands moving to Santana’s back, nails trailing up and down the strong muscles there as her hips canted up weakly. “You feel so, so good on me, Santana,” husked Rachel. “And the way you stretch out my tight… hot pussy… Or when you pinch my clit, use your teeth all over my skin…”
She leaned up, capturing Santana’s lips in a heated kiss, and as she drew away, she tugged on the woman’s lower lip with her own teeth, then, right next to Santana’s ear spoke, “I’ll feel you all day tomorrow… I’ll be aching because of you… Every time I move, I’ll feel you inside of me,stretching, and pushing…” Rachel nipped at Santana’s ear, but continued, voice low and heated.
"Will you feel me, too?" she asked, nuzzling into her girlfriend’s shoulder. "How tight I am around you? How my throat convulses and sucks you dry…? I can still feel your fingers in my hair, baby. So strong, and reassuring… so commanding. Just keeping my mouth on you, using my throat for your own pleasure… It makes me so… so… wet…”
SANTANA
"Rachel." Santana whined in a very unbadass way at the roll of Rachel’s hips. "Are you trying to kill me here?"
Sucking in a sharp breath, Santana felt everything Rachel described. The feeling of the woman’s mouth on her was burned into her memory, tactile in its recollection. ”The mere thought of you on your knees with me fucking your throat, you deep throating me balls slapping your chin - makes me hard as a rock - ready for you.”
”Jesus. We are all over you, baby. I can feel both of us.” Rolling her hips, she slid through Rachel’s folds, the head of her dick thumping against her still swollen clit. Rachel’s breath hissed out as she sucked air between her teeth. “We can’t go again. Not tonight. It will be too much and we would have to take tomorrow off to make up for it. I want this pussy tomorrow too.”
Forcing herself to breath deeply and gain control of her body, Santana kissed Rachel’s shoulder lightly. “Rachel? Baby?” When she got no response, Santana lifted her head to look over at the woman; the woman who was now seemingly passed out with a peaceful expression on her face.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Santana rolled to her side pulling the covers up and over the two of them, cuddling into Rachel’s side she knew slumber would be easy to find.
