Tagging → Quinn Fabray, Noah Puckerman
Time Frame → Late Monday Night, June 16, 2014
Location → Marriott Inn | Marion, OH
General Notes → One last, long para of smut, duckies.
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip
balanced the large bag on her shoulder while using the card key to unlock the door. Getting a hotel room was the best option for the evening she had planned, always happy to get away from campus. She bumped the door with her hip, leaving it open for Puck to follow behind and she stepped inside. The room was fairly decent, with a king sized bed and she nodded with approval before setting her bag on the table near the window. Slender fingers toyed with the belt on her trench coat as she tapped her heel on the carpet and smiled at her boyfriend. "Hmm...this will do. I think it need a few light touches. Set the mood, and whatnot."
Puck followed his girlfriend into the room dutifully and tossed his backpack on the bed before he hopped onto it himself. His eyes on Quinn, he smirked at the tease just her fingers alone were giving him and he licked his lips. "I think you might be right. I just can't imagine you spread out on these plain sheets," he told her, gesturing to the ugly comforter by patting it. "What've you got to set the mood, cutie?"
Quinn wrinkled her nose at the bedding in question. "You're right. That is just...it won't do." Opening the bag, Quinn rifled through the neatly packed items, and pulled out a small package from the bottom and tossed it at Puck. "I'm always prepared for less than stellar conditions." She pointed to the black sheets with the superior thread count and offered him a small smile. "Change the bedding, precious. I'll prepare everything else."
Puck snorted at the regal upturn of her nose as usual, but got up to do as she said anyway. After yanking the comforter and the sheet off the bed - leaving only the fitted sheet - her put her sheets on over it, careful to make it look as neat as possible. He slipped the silky black fabric over the hotel's pillowcases and fluffed them all before placing them carefully on the bed. Not bad for a cheap hotel room and a quick stop at Target, he thought. Then, because he could, Puck took off his boots and socks, then lifted off his hoodie and tank so that he was only left in his jeans. "If you'll be taking care of everything else," he thought aloud as he climbed onto the bed, "then I'll just relax here." He was sprawled in the middle of the bed and folded his arms behind his head, watching as she prepped what she needed to prep.
Quinn watched him for a moment, but eventually turned back to her bag, carefully setting out the contents. She left the toiletries and clothes inside, but pulled out a soft black case, a harness, a pair of leather restraints, and a riding crop. The silk ties were last, and she loosened the knot on her coat before turning back to the bed, grinning at the sight of new sheets and shirtless Puck. "So, Danny....where would you like to start. I do believe I owe you a dance..."
Puck So many toys... It took everything in Puck not to jump up and reach out to Quinn even though he wanted nothing more than to pull her onto his lap and devour her. But tonight, he was going to be patient, he would be perfectly good and his girlfriend would do perfectly bad things to him. Licking his lips, he sat up on the bed. "A dance... I remember you saying something like that. Where should I be? On the edge of the bed?" He moved to the end of the bed and placed his feet flat on the floor. "No touching, right?"
Quinn tapped her chin in thought. The edge of the bed would be practical, but there was always one of the chairs. The arms would restrict her movements and that wouldn't work. "The bed's just fine. And no. No touching." Her usual husky tone was firm and brooked no argument and she stepped back, snatching up the riding crop from the table. Pulling her phone from her coat pocket, Quinn scrolled through, searching for just the right song and hitting 'play'. Immediately, the sparse piano and sluggish opening beat of 'Paradise Circus' spilled out into the quiet room. Quinn turned on her heels, her back to Puck as she began to move, curving her hips in tight circles when she found the beat. Quick fingers undid the knot of her belt, slipping the coat from her shoulders, back arched as it fell to the floor, revealing the requested red lingerie. Another sharp turn and she faced him, crossing the short distance to stand between his legs. Cupping his chin, Quinn leaned in, lips brushing his in a teasing kiss. "I can touch you, as much as I please. But you, you keep your hands to yourself." With that, she turned again, bouncing her ass to the bass. She moved lower, sliding down his solid frame to settle in his lap with a low moan. Raising the crop, she landed a sharp, stinging smack to his thigh, her hips still winding to the beat.
Puck "No touching," he repeated, a reminder for himself as he eyed the riding crop. The smoky voice of the singer matched everything about that moment perfectly. He knew later that he'd listen to this song, close his eyes and hear Quinn singing to him, see her dancing for him, but for now he hardly wanted to blink. He kept his eyes on her careful, fluid movements, the sway of her hips, the lines of her legs; nothing mad him hotter than seeing how in control and aware she was of her body. He hissed when she dropped the coat, slips of red holding in the curves of her pale skin. "No touching," he repeated again, all but melting into her kiss, following it, chasing it with his lips until the very last moment when she slipped out of reach. Her ass was sitting high, her thighs firm, calves defined from the tall, tall heels she wore and he wanted, so when she settled in his lap he moaned with her. Then moaned again at the quick snap of pain to his thigh. "Shit. Again."
Quinn shook her head, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she moved against him. "Not until you ask nicely," she instructed, lifting her ass only to bounce in his lap, grinding down as she pushed out another raspy moan. She could feel the strain in his body, and it only fueled the desire to tease him further so she slipped away, lifting once more from his lap only to straddle him, knees pressing into the mattress. Riding crop in hand, Quinn teased him, tracing the leather down the curve of his neck, delivering a light smack to his collarbone. "Ask nicely, precious." She arched her back, hips seeking out the rhythm of the song with steady rolls and breathy sighs from parted painted lips. "Ask me, and I might give you what you want."
Puck was panting for it by the time she turned to straddle him, his breathing coming in short and fast, but he couldn't seem to catch it as long as she looked into her perfect eyes. He pushed his hips into hers as she taunted him with her body, her no touching rule already forcing him to fist his hands into the sheets, but then she just had to make him beg. She knew he loved to beg. He dropped his head back and moaned out her name when the crop began to trail down his neck and he moaned again at the light taps she was giving him. "Harder," he said instead of begging for it. He wouldn't beg yet.
Quinn loved it when he was stubborn...in the bedroom, at least. She didn't comply, lifting her hips and dropping against him with a light bounce only to grind down. It wasn't the 'harder' he demanded because he hadn't earned it yet, but it was enough for Quinn to shiver. The throb between her thighs was already steady and she angled her hips, working her center against him. The friction was delicious and she moaned for him, working the beat with every dip and sway. Quick fingers skimmed his chest, a faint smirk on her lips when she gave his pierced nipples a gentle tug. "My stubborn boy. Ask nicely." she cooed, tugging harder. Her other hand curled around the riding crop and she flicked her wrist, the crop cutting through the air with a muted 'thwack' sound as it landed on his other nipple. She sighed and repeated the action, teasing him with the timed hits.
Puck She gave him just enough to leave him wanting; how the hell was she so good at that? She made sure to let him know that she was getting herself off even if he wasn't and he wanted to scowl at her, but she looked too damn perfect for any of that. His nipples were beginning to ache already, arousal and pain making them swollen and red, but the more she teased him, the more he wanted. He wanted to be raw and hurting by the end of this because it would be something to hold on to. So he twitched and flinched and held off begging for as long as he could before he closed his eyes tight and let out a needy, "Please."
Quinn had to hand it to him; he was resilient. But she could feel the twitch and throb of him beneath her heat and she jerked her hips, riding the ridge of his denim-covered bulge. At the 'please' needy as it was, Quinn offered him a bright smile and a soft kiss. "Please' what, my love?" she rasped, pinching his nipples as she nibbled on his bottom lip, working her hips faster. The silk of her panties were soaked, her clit begging for attention and when she shifted her hips, she couldn't help but cry out. "You're going to make me come, just like this." Quinn shook her head and stilled her movements, only to pick up the riding crop to punish his nipples a little more, harder this time just to feel him flinch. They were red now, beautiful and angry and she leaned in to press a kiss to his shoulder. "What do you want, Danny? Hmm?"
Puck's eyes rolled back a bit the more excitedly she bounced. Her words, her actions, her everything were getting to him and his nipples hurt so much he could do nothing more than moan hopelessly for a few moments. She kept prodding him with questions, so when he collected himself enough to respond, he licked his lips and told her, "Hurt me. Please, hurt me. I want you to do it hard... I want you to come. Please? Anything. Everything. Please?"
Quinn dropped the riding crop on the bed and smiled. The song was fading, but she continued to grind, rolling her hips, snapping a hard thrust at the end that brushed her piercing. Her hands found his nipples, pinching gently at first but adding pressure as her release build, the warm feeling growing in the pit of her stomach with every pass. "If it gets to be too much, the stop word is cinnamon," she husked, the raspy moan slipping out afterwards. Quinn continued to tease his nipples, tugging hard at the piercings and twisting them. With a sharp cry she hit her peak, burying her face in the crook of his neck while her hips continued to grind into him.
Puck could hear his heartbeat in his ears by this point, but he nodded so she knew he heard the word. His fists were so tight in the sheets, his knuckles were white and his dick was throbbing in the tight confines of his jeans. Even watching her come was torture. Knowing that she was soaked through her panties, but not being able to touch. Knowing exactly how her walls felt clenching around his cock, fingers and tongue, but only being able to imagine it then. "Can I touch you?"
Quinn nuzzled his jawline, humming at the feel of his scruff. "Touch me?" She smiled and sat back, her gaze curious as her hands wandered. Fingers brushed his nipples before slipping lower to cup him through his jeans. "Wouldn't you rather I touched you?" Flattening her hand, Quinn rubbed him, slow passes and she grinned when he twitched in her palm. "I want you to take off your pants, precious. I want you on your back, on that bed. And maybe I'll let you touch me then." Her legs were a little shaky when she slid from his lap, but she kept her balance, steady in her heels as she grabbed the crop and tapped it against his leg, waiting for him to move.
Puck took a sharp breath through his nose when she palmed him, closed his eyes tight and nodded at her words. Swallowing, she waiting until she was standing to stand himself, then he unfastened his jeans. "Underwear, too?" he asked as he stepped out of the pants in stood in just his black boxer briefs.
Quinn considered teasing him through his underwear, fancy as they were. Watching him undress was always a treat, hazel eyes roving shamelessly over his broad shoulders and solid frame. His nipples were still red and Quinn smiled at her handiwork. "Mmm, yes. Take off the underwear, too." Reaching up, Quinn pulled the pins from her hair, loosening the chignon and combing her fingers through the long waves that tumbled down her back. "On the bed, Danny," she demanded. Propping a foot on the bed, Quinn carefully unfastened the clips on her garters, sliding the piece off. The thigh highs were next, slowly rolling them down to her ankles, and stepping out of her heels. Still clad in her bra and panties she met his gaze with a small smile. "Would you like to taste me, Danny?"
Puck did as he was instructed and hooked his thumbs into his boxers to pull them down. He let out a heavy huff when the cool air of their hotel room hit his cock, as red and as hot and wanting as it was. Naked (and dripping) he crawled onto the bed and laid back, back in the position he had started. His gaze was hungry as she stripped herself of some of the lingerie, her every move had him twitching so he reached his hand down to give himself a few calming strokes. "Yeah. I wanna taste you. Are you gonna come dance for me all the way up to my mouth?"
Quinn frowned at his hand and the stroking. Kneeling on the bed between his splayed legs, she gave his hand a stinging smack with the crop, the leather landing hard on his knuckles. "I believe I said no touching..." She gave him another hit for good measure, another on his hand and a harder slap to his inner thigh. Leaning in, Quinn curled her fingers around his cock, thick and heavy in her palm. She stroked up the length of him, stopping at the head and squeezing lightly. "This is all mine tonight," she mused, slipping her fingers back to the base and repeating the teasing, squeezing strokes. Crop in hand, she smacked his inner thigh once more, making sure to hit the same spot and smiling at the redness that appeared. "You're going to look so lovely with my marks all over you, Danny..."
Puck gasped at the stinging slap of the crop. "I can't even touch myself?" he asked, suddenly indignant, but his eyes were glittering nonetheless. He arched into her hand, closing his eyes in pleasure and reaching up to fist a pillow at her expert pulls and strokes of him. He twitched when she smacked him again, the crop leaving a good, lasting hurt in the sensitive area it struck and he looked at her adoringly as what she said to him made him blush.
Quinn could hear the pouting in his tone, and she had to bite down on her laugh. He was so cute when he was indignant, and beautiful as his hips thrust into her strokes. But it was the blush and the look in his eyes, golden and full of love that made her warm all over. "You don't need to touch yourself tonight, greedy boy. It's all mine. And I don't like sharing. If you don't behave, I'll have to restrain you...which I might do anyway" She punctuated the words with another slap before moving her hand and sitting back on her heels. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, Quinn lifted long enough to slide the sticky, soaked silk down her thighs, sitting on her butt and lifting her legs to push the ruined panties off. The cool air hit her wet heat and she shivered, shifting once more to settle atop Puck in a backwards straddle. She bounced lightly, grinding her pierced pussy against his stomach as her fingers gently raked the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, inching higher to grip his cock while she leaned forward to press a messy kiss to the leaking tip. "Be a good boy, and fuck my mouth, and you can taste me all you like." Her tongue swirled around the head of him, catching the pearly drops of precum with a soft moan while her hips pushed back on him, rolling and grinding, needing the friction from her wet clit against his solid chest. "No hands, Danny. Just your tongue." With that she licked her lips and took him to the root with nothing more than a muffled moan.
Puck groaned at the feel of her wet sliding along his stomach and the sight of her perfect curve of an ass humping against him. He thrust towards her mouth as soon as she suggested it, his body wanting nothing more than the pleasure only she knew how to give it. He was almost tempted to let her get off on grinding again, but the promise of the sweet taste of her was too much for him. "Fuck, you smell so good. C'mon, you gotta sit on my face. C'mon, sit on my face," he begged as she came to his mouth and settled there. He made quick work of licking up the mess her first orgasm had left, wanting to make room for the next one. She was so sticky, her cream so sweet and hot, he had to pause and catch his breath in gasps against her, it got him so excited. Licking past her petals, he tongued her deep and careful, matching the thrusts his hips were giving her mouth - never let it be said that he wasn't coordinated, he thought smugly as he ate her with even more fervor. And when he reached her clit, he latched on and sucked, alternating between hollowing his cheeks around it and stroking it with the tip of his tongue.
Quinn's mouth too full to moan so she settled for humming her pleasure around his twitching length. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, letting his hips control the pace while she worked her own against his mouth in small, shallow circles. His whole mouth was rude and she was shameless, arching into him and when his lips met her clit, the whimpers tumbled out free and easy. He always knew where to lick and how to tease, the shaking in her thighs deep as she shivered into her second climax. Quick and hot, it caught her off guard and she lifted her mouth from his cock to scream her pleasure, grinding against that rude fucking tongue, coating it with her cream as her trembling hand continued to stroke him.
Puck opened his mouth further to welcome her climax fully, lapping it out of her like a man with an aching thirst, his hips still rolling into the faltering strokes of her hand, just as wanting. She soaked the lower half of his face and he laughed out loud about it. "So good. You came so good for me. So perfect."
Quinn stilled her hips though her body continued to shiver, the all-over warmth causing more of those raspy moans to spill out. Her grip slackened around his length, her strokes feather-light as Quinn attempted to catch her breath. She felt his laughter against her, the vibrations making her whimper and her hips gave an involuntary jerk. "Mmm...your mouth." It took a bit to sit up, bracing her shaky arms atop him as she turned and shifted lower, grinding her wetness into his stomach, hazel eyes bright as she met his gaze. "You were so good to me, Danny. Made me come so hard. I'll have to reward you. What would my greedy boy like me to do to him?"
Puck licked his lips as he watched her "recovery". It was amazing how quickly she could look like she was all put together again, like he hadn't spent twenty minutes between her thighs, licking out her secret tastes. But, even as that dominatrix persona came back up, he could see how she trembled, feel how hard her clit still was, how wet she still was. Even as he could see how much she wanted him in her eyes. "I want," he said, licking his lips again as his eyes dropped to the painted lips she had bitten swollen. "I want you to kiss me and then I want you to fuck me."
Quinn pretended to mull over his request that felt more like a command, playing coy even though her center throbbed. She was still hungry for him, even with the tremble still in her thighs. Leaning down, she obliged him with a deep kiss, full lips easily parting his own, eager to taste herself on his tongue. Chasing the slow kiss with smaller presses, Quinn eventually sat back, a small smile curving her lips. "I'm so ready to fuck you, Danny." When she felt herself steady enough, Quinn slipped from the bed, ignoring the wobble in her legs when she crossed the room to collect the harness and black case from the table. A small flutter settled in her stomach and she wasn't sure if it was nerves but she shook it off with another smile. Opening the case, Quinn reached for the purple dildo, taking her time while she attached the toy to the harness and set it aside. She plucked the bottle of lube from the case, kneeling on the bed and tapping it against Puck's inner thighs, still red from their earlier play. "Would you like my fingers first?" Though she was in control tonight, his enjoyment with this new experience was her top priority. Quinn licked her lips, as her nails lightly scored the sensitive skin, purposely avoiding his still-hard cock. "Tell me how you like to be touched, Danny."
Puck 's breath was coming faster as soon as the kiss broke because he knew what was coming next. He was so excited he could feel himself shaking from it, but at the same time, his stomach was in knots. It was a good feeling of unease, the one he used to get before a game or warming up on the track. He smirked at the strange thought, but it summed up his anticipation for what was to come pretty well. He spread his legs as she crawled back onto the bed, the toy in her hand and naughty words on her lips. He knew his face was red, but he made sure to look her in the eye, unsure of how much longer he'd be able to do it. "I already... before we came here... But I want your fingers. Please." He shuddered just as he said it and glanced down at her fingers, panting with need.
Quinn would forever love his shyness. The blush was always surprising, uncharacteristic for her normally bold boyfriend. But those moments where he was sweet and vulnerable made her warm all over and she couldn't help but smile. The need was heavy in his voice and Quinn breathed deeply as she nodded. "So polite. You can have whatever you want." She coated two fingers with the thick lube, making sure they were warm as she scooted closer. Quinn was content to explore, touching him lightly, one finger dipping lower between his legs to press against his pucker. It was a different sensation and she took her time, tracing her lubed finger around the tight hole. She needed reassurance then, her nerves getting the best of her and she had to glance up at him. "Does that feel okay, Danny? Tell me how you like it."
Puck had his eyes shut tight as he raised his knees to invite her into the space between them. He'd never had a girl do this to himself, had gotten off hard and almost guiltily to the thought of Quinn doing it before, but having her there now, all he could think about was how good he wanted to be for her. He bit his lip to keep in every sound, breathed through his nose, stayed as quiet as he could when her fingertip touched him there. He dropped his head back against the pillow and waited for more, but soon found himself surprised when she asked the question. He opened his eyes and look down at her, confused for a second, but then nodding. "It feels good. Don't stop. Do it. Anything. Do anything to me, please. It's good," he gasped out, a fresh flush making him turn away from her gaze. "I want another finger."
Quinn wasn't used to his silence. The way he strained to keep himself quiet surprised her, though given the bright red blush when he asked for another finger, Quinn could understand why. Still, it wouldn't do and so she resigned herself to doing as much as she could to change that. Shaking off her nerves, Quinn pushed into that tight heat, the feel of him clenching completely new and she decided she enjoyed it. He still hadn't faced her, but she didn't mind, pressing a kiss to his knee while working a slow pump. Eventually she added a second finger, flicking her wrist as her thrusts grew harder, but still with the unhurried pace because she wanted to tease. His cock twitch and Quinn gripped the base with her free hand, smoothing her palm up the shaft in a stroke that switched off on the torturous rhythm of the fingers working over his hole. "Don't come," came the warning, firm in a raspy tone, though she made no attempts to still her hands. She squeezed the head of him, quick and gentle, enough to get his attention. "Not yet. I want you on that pretty toy first. Do you think you're ready for it, Danny?"
Puck let his eyes roll back in his head at the pleasure she was giving him, arching his lower half into her pumping hand and fucking back against her fingers, following the rhythms of each. He could easily belie her orders then – he knew that all it would take to come was a few more pumps in the tight clench of her fist, a few more brushes against his prostate and just a little more focus on her voice, if he could concentrate on that, he’d shoot all over her – but he didn’t want to, wanting instead the promise of her between his legs with the toy.
Quinn was content to watch him, loving the thrust and arch of his body against her hands. He was close, and she knew prolonging would only torture them both and she was past teasing. Reluctantly, her fingers slipped from him, already missing the tight clench. It took a minute to wiggle into the harness, securing the toy and straps, but soon Quinn was back on the bed, knees pressed into the mattress while she squeezed out a little more lube. Fingers curled around the violet toy, giving it few slow pumps, hips working against the easy glide of her lube-covered hand. The small bit of pressure to her clit was lovely and she couldn't help but bounce as she gripped Puck's thighs to pull him closer. "Hold your legs, Danny" she demanded, easing up her grip on his leg to guide the toy to his hole. She started off slow, with unhurried, shallow thrusts, gently rolling her hips as she eased in. The friction made her shiver, and with a hard rock she bottomed out, sinking into him with a soft moan. It was a different experience, something familiar but new and she had to take a minute, fully enjoying the sight of her boyfriend open and submissive, looking absolutely beautiful. Quinn gave another gentle rock of her hips, easing out only to slip back in, repeating the motion and adding a little more pressure to her thrusts until she was fucking him in a relentless rhythm, her nerves completely gone when she gripped his cock once more, working him with steady strokes.
Puck In a practiced move, Puck lifted his legs and hooked his arms around them to hold them up as Quinn positioned herself. The display of strength she used to tug him closer to her caused an involuntary whine to slip from his throat, but soon he didn’t care because she was pressing the toy into him with slow, rocking movements that made the grip he had on his legs falter. And just when he thought he could no longer take the tease of her thrusts, barely deep enough to make him feel full, but past the nub of his prostate, she kicked up the effort to drive him insane by sinking all the way into him. “Balls deep,” he chuckled weakly, but soon the chuckle faded as his breath was knocked out of him by Quinn’s hard, focused thrusts. Looking up into her face, he could tell that she enjoyed him and that just made everything better; the act was given worth beyond just satisfying him – she was moaning and moving her hips as frantically as he felt. He dropped his head back when she wrapped her fingers around him once more, working him as if she’d always been a master at multitasking in such a way. As an athlete, he would take the time to admire her coordination, but now, as the boyfriend being fucked by her, all he could do was cry out from the pleasure of it all. “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come…”
Quinn The pressure in the pit of her stomach and between her legs only grew with every thrust, the dildo rubbing against her piercing, adding to the friction and causing her hand to falter. But she was completely caught up in his sounds, stroking him faster, encouraging the release that she'd selfishly staved off all night, solely to watch him come undone just like this, all deep moans, soft whines and bucking hips. Quinn smiled at his words, shaky and pleasure-filled as they were and she leaned forward, enough to switch up the angle, hitting the spot that kept that tremble in his thighs. "Are you?" her voice a raspy purr and she curved her hips in a hard upward thrust. "I want to hear it. Can you moan for me, Danny? I love hearing you."
Puck “Yeah!” he gasped out, dropping his grip on his legs to fist his hands into the pillows above his head instead. His legs wrapped around Quinn, pulling her closer with every thrust, helping him ride her dick to higher levels of pleasure. He moaned like she asked him to and discovered that it was more about needing to than anything else; he wanted to make noise about how good she was fucking him, how amazing she made him feel, so he did. “Quinn. Quinn! Fuck, Cris! Yes!” He hips shot off the bed with a spasm of his legs and he came in her hand to the stroke of her hips, thick ribbons of white coating her fist and his stomach.
Quinn jerked forward when he wrapped his legs around her. She let him control the pace, content to give him exactly what he needed, fast strokes, hard thrusts and Quinn couldn't help the moan that slipped out, watching his release. Feeling Puck writhe and shudder around her, his cries filling the room as he hit his peak, she was happy. Eyes bright, Quinn sucked at her coated fingers, licking at the taste of him before leaning in to share the salty sweetness in a slow kiss. Her thrusts were lazy, shallow rolls of her hips only to tease her center while she coaxed more of those sounds from her boyfriend, whispering soft praises against his mouth. "My greedy boy. Came so hard for me. You taste so fucking delicious, too."
Puck “Don’t stop,” he managed to croak out, even as his body still convulsed beneath hers. “Don’t stop, please. Keep going.” His legs dropped to the bed shakily, but he managed to dig his heels into the mattress, wanting give her something as she fucked against him. He nodded in agreement to every little thing she said to him, he wanted to be good, wanted to make her feel good, but he also wanted her to kiss him, so he pulled her down so he could press his mouth to hers hungrily, feeling needy and greedy and whatever else, but fucking loving it.
Quinn nodded at his plea, grinding into him just to feel that pressure in her center, the warmth building with the relentless rock of her hips. Slender fingers tugged at dark curls, pulling hard with every thrust, sinking deeper and further into him, just to feel the tremble and taste his moans as she gasped into their kiss. It wasn't long before her breathing grew harsh, her soft whimpers muffled by greedy kisses as she desperately sought her release, her rhythm faltering and with a rough jerk she stiffened in his arms, coming hard with a raspy moan.
Puck held her close as she shattered against him and took in all the new sensations that moment was giving him. Her breasts were pressed flat against his chest, something that made the fact of the length inside of him all the more erotic. He continued to pump his hips against her, causing more pleasure/pain for himself and surely adding to Quinn's climax. Hearing her voice, feeling the toy inside of him, the way her fingers were tight in his hair... if he could, he'd probably come again. But now, he was fucking exhausted, so he just nuzzled against the side of her face.
Quinn breathed out another moan, small and shaky. With every lift of his hips, he tapped her piercing, the jewelry rubbing against her clit in a way that made her shiver. "Danny..." His name was nothing more than a soft whine, urging him to still for just a moment, the sensation of his shallow thrusts too much for her to handle. Eventually she turned, just enough to capture his lips in a tender kiss as her fingers threaded lazily through his hair, soothing his undoubtedly sore scalp.
Puck moaned at the whine of her voice, knowing that she felt just as oversensitive as he did. He slowed his movements just slightly to give her time to arch away from them if she had to, but he still managed to tease his protesting prostate a bit more for little shocks of pleasure. But soon enough – or far too soon – he had to reach down and pull the toy out of himself with a groan. “God,” he said, pulling Quinn down so she could rest cradled against his chest. “That was so good.”
Quinn had to move away, if only to sit up long enough to unfasten the straps from the harness. Setting the strapon aside, she was free to cuddle against him, laughing softly when he reached for her, settling against his solid frame in an easy straddle. With her knees pressing into the mattress and her head on his chest, Quinn was content. "I'm really glad you liked it," she replied, lips tugging into a small grin. "I wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself."
Puck "You did. You were perfect. It was better..." he paused, ears growing warm in a way he had hoped he had gotten over, "better than I imagined. It was so good. I feel so good." He stroked his fingers along her back lazily and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep despite wanting to stay in this moment as long as possible. "But did you fuck me raw dog, Fabray? You're lucky you have good dick."
Quinn pressed a small kiss to his chest. She could almost hear the blush in his voice, his shyness absolutely endearing. "Good. I liked it too. I wanted to be good for you." The phrase 'raw dog' sent her into a fit of giggles, and she had to take a moment to get it together before responding. "I was a little caught up in the moment. But to be fair, that dick is only for you. Next time, I promise to be responsible."
Puck "You're so good to me," he chuckled back, kissing her hair. "I love you," he added, his voice deep with sleep already.
Quinn shook her head at his sleepy talk, but snuggled closer. "I love you, too."
