Oh Puck!

TITLE: Oh, Puck!

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of 2

FANDOM: Glee

SHIP: Rachel / Puck

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season One

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 1, GENERAL – What if thing went a little further than they did when Rachel was dating Puck.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Glee fic. I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER TWO

Rachel’s mind was a wild jumble of sensations, thoughts, questions, worries and fears as his hands and lips caressed her skin. “We… We need protection.” She almost shouted as a worry, highlighted by Quinn’s condition pushed itself to the forefront. He grinned down at her as he lifted his head after circling her nipple with his tongue. “In due time, Rachel. There’s something I would like to do too.” He informed her as his hands slid down onto her belly and then lower to caress the inside of her thighs as he spread them further apart while he shifted back.

Her thighs trembled beneath his fingers as she felt his breath, hot against the moist petals of her sex. “Oh my!” she gasped, her back arching as she gripped and twisted handfuls of the coverlets and the tremors in her legs intensified in reaction to his tongue lapping up the length of her slit. It left an itchy, tingling trail behind it, which he slowly traced again and again, only varying the pressure and exploring deeper amongst her folds. Her belly quivered and her loins twisted, wringing a fresh flood of cream from her, which he lapped up eagerly. His talented, snaking tongue always stopped just short of the buzzing little button oh her clit, making her arch and tense with anticipation each time it draw near. His hands stroked the smooth skin of her hips and thighs, adding tactile counterpoints to his lapping tongue and sucking lips.

The ceiling of her room seemed to blur and shift as her eyes widened and narrowed and she worried at her full lower lip while swallowing hard to wet a throat that felt dry and prickly from sucking in heavy, rapid breaths. The coverlet felt strangely rough against her back and clung to the sweat-damp skin of her back as she undulated softly. Rachel gasped and softly cried his name when he finally drew the pearl of her clit into his mouth. She whined and thrashed her head from side to side, her hair brushing across and tickling her cheeks as he suckled at her with hungry lips and flicked and rolled her clit with his agile tongue. Hot, electric bolts of joyous delight zapped into her, the tension building in her loins transferring into her muscles, making her jerk and shudder, undulating against his mouth.

She didn’t think there could be more, but then his thick, strong fingers started to explore her folds and then her depths. The extra stimulation drew whimpers and moans from her. Her sex twisted and clutched at his probing digits as her hips circled and bucked to the rhythm of his concentrated attentions. His tongue, lips, fingers and lightly, even his teeth sent delicious sparks of energy into her core where it pooled and made her insides quiver as it slowly ratcheted up the sweet tension growing in her core. So, when he suddenly stopped, she was stunned and confused, blinking and breathing hard as she tried to deal with the sudden lack of stimulation. His head rose from between her legs and his cheeks, chin and grinning lips glistened with her juices. She watched as he licked his lips with obvious relish. “You taste even better than you smell.” He told her as he collected her cream from his face with his fingers and sucked them clean with the same enjoyment. She couldn’t find any words, but she didn’t need them as he suddenly moved up her body and pressed his lips to hers.

She froze as she tasted herself on his lips and then opened her mouth to accept his insistently probing tongue. He was right. She did taste good, undefinable, but exotic. They kissed hungrily, lips shifting sinuously and tongues snaking and tangling, bodies shifting and skin sliding against skin. She was on fire, her core the centre of a pulsing, growing blaze. Her hands finally let go of the coverlets to find the hard shifting muscles of his back and shoulders. She felt the hard, pulsing, hot length of his manhood press against her swollen folds and brush against her clit. Puck broke their kiss with a series of short nipping ones. They were both breathing hard, their chests rising to press against each other. Little jolts of stimulation radiated into her chest as her stiff nipples pressed into the hard planes of his smooth, hairless chest.

He lifted himself up until he was hovering over her, their eyes locked together and she could feel his sex pulsing against hers with the rushing beat of his heart. He titled his head slightly, a smile curving his lips. “Rachel? If I haven’t told you before… You are a very beautiful woman.” He told her softly and despite her already excited state, she felt her heart flutter at the sincerity in his tone. Rachel had half-expected him to say that he loved her, but she was glad he hadn’t. She was honest enough with herself to know that even though she knew this was right, it wasn’t about love. There was enough emotion and romance for it to be more than just rampant teenage hormones, but it was not love.

The moment drew out as they paused like that, simply looking at each other. She nodded slightly and then she took her hand from his shoulder and with a little effort she opened the drawer of her nightstand and, after a moment of blindly rummaging through it she found the square, foil package she had been searching for. He took it from her with a nod of his own. He pressed his lips to her a soft, simple kiss before once again lifting his head. He tore open the package with his teeth and extricating the condom, tossed the wrapper and with practiced skill unrolled it onto his erection while she watched. “I’ve never…” she started, but he cut her off. “I know. I’ll go slow and be as gentle as I can. I swear.” He promised, his voice low and reassuring.

She nodded slowly and he shifted slightly until he could guide his pointed head between her slippery folds. She spread her legs a little further as his rubbed his latex coated manhood through her folds a few times before finding and seating himself at her entrance. She blinked and her hands tightened on his hard forearms as she felt him push into her and her flesh reluctantly stretched to accept him. He kept driving forward with slow, steady pressure, filling her and drawing a fiery trial of friction through her pulsing flesh. Her legs spread a bit wider before she drew her legs up, her thighs sliding along his hips. She groaned deep in her throat as his headlong journey brought him up against the barrier of her virginity.

Rachel’s breath caught in her throat for a moment as the pressure increased to growing discomfort and then let out a short cry of pain as he tore through her hymen. Her body tensed in shock, her back arching causing her to press up against him and drive him fully into her even though he had gone still at her cry. Her sex flexed around his shaft, feeling it pulse against the snug confines of her newly invaded channel. She sucked in a heavy, shuddering breath as the pain faded to a throbbing ache and she processed the magnitude of what had just happened. “He had done it. They had done it.” The thoughts ran through her mind again and again, her mind slow to accept what it really meant. He let a little more of his weight rest on her as he freed a hand and gently shifted the hair out of her face that had fallen across it.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern in his eyes and in his soft tone. “It hurt.” She stated, fixating on the only fact she was sure of even as the ache became discomfort and was still fading. “I know. I’m sorry, I tried to be gentle.” He apologized contritely. “I’ll be okay… I just need some time to adjust.” She answered his initial query as her hips shifted unconsciously, squirming as she tried to get used to the feeling of him inside her. “Take all the time you need.” He offered. “You feel really amazing. You are really amazing.“ he continued, his voice as gentle a caress as his fingers that gently stroked her cheek. Her clit brushed against the base of his cock as she shifted gain and felt a hot jolt of sensation radiate into her belly and wash away the last of the discomfort while tighten the growing tension in her loins.

The shock had worn off with the pain and was once again replaced with excitement and thrilling nervous energy. She licked her lips and drawing her legs a little higher up along his hips before curling them around him and tightening them. He took this as the sign to continue that she intended and he started to move slowly, rocking his hips to shift his shaft inside her in shallow strokes. His eyes were intent on her face, measuring her reactions. He increased the length and speed of his strokes by slow degrees and she started to move in unison with him. She grimaced as the ache returned for a moment as his strokes reached a certain place inside her and he stopped. She gripped his shoulders and told him to keep going, that she was okay, that she didn’t want him to stop.

Puck lowered his face to hers and kissed her, gently at first and then with more heat and hunger Her tongue tangled with his and then she nipped and lightly sucked at his lips as he pulled back and started to thrust back and forth inside her again. There were still twinges of discomfort, but those were soon forgotten under the continuous onslaught of pleasurable jolts his driving sex and sliding skin on hers created. Her fingers slid along or clutched at his shifting back as she urged him not to stop. Her sex flooded again and again as it flexed and twisted around the thick, length of his shaft as it found her core with long, smooth, steady strokes. Their lips would find each other’s occasionally for short, intense kisses, but for the most part they licked, sucked and nipped at whatever part of each other’s that came within reach.

Sharp little sparks rippled and shot from her nipples into her chest as they ground and were shifted back and forth against his hard chest. Her bed squeaked and the headboard rhythmically knocked against the wall, the sounds mixing with the groans, moans, gasps, grunts and exclamations they made as well as the wet collision of their bodies as their momentum and pace increased. She bucked back against him, her hips rolling and circling without her direction as she matched his passion and enthusiasm at his breathy encouragement. Her fears and worries about her inexperience evaporated and her confidence grew with his obvious enjoyment and the lavish praises he showered on her. Sweat popped up on their skin with their passionate exertions and provided a slick layer of lubrication for their bodies to slide along.

It got harder to find enough air to breath as her heart hammered against her ribs and her blood pounded in her ears. Bolts of electric delight continued to charge the dynamo inside her. The heavy charges made her nerves sing and her muscles trembled as they started to tense and relax in rapid succession. She clutched at him, her arms and legs wrapping tighter around him, holding his hot, hard body against hers. The simple solidity of his muscles shifting against her grasp gave her an anchor to reality, however tenuous as the bombardment of sensation and pleasure overwhelmed her mind to the point where she could almost believe she was dreaming.

He lifted his head from the juncture of her neck and shoulder with a heavy groan and she could see strain on his face, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he strained above her. The details she was picking up surprised her because she felt like she was losing her mind as the surges of pleasure pushed her closer and closer to the release she could feel building inside her. She felt herself start to shake as more and more of the energy building up inside her, escaped and arched out from her core to snake and spark across already over-stimulated nerves. Her lungs were on fire as she sucked in air with gasps and cries to fuel the hammering pace of her heart and the straining thrusts of her hips to match his. Her hair whipped about her face as she trashed her head from side to side, her teeth clenched as she desperately tried to reign in the building pressure inside her yet curiously yearned for its release at the same time.

Puck grunted above her, his body slamming into hers and then with a heavy shudder and a sharp cry the maelstrom at her core broke through the dam of her will. Her cry echoed strangely in her ears as her back arched into a tense quivering bow, pressing herself hard against him and driving herself onto him. A muffled roar rumbled from his throat as his arm wrapped around the small of her back, holding her in place as he thrust and ground into her clenched and flexing channel. She could feel him pulse inside squeezing embrace, sending more waves of intense delight blasting into her. Rachel felt like she could breath, like she didn’t know how. She didn’t know if her eyes were open or closed as bright sparks of light splashed across her vision.

Her body seemed to vibrate, resonating with the orgasmic energy that bombarded her every sense, making time meaningless. She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, floating in joy and bliss, but the spell finally broke as her spine relax and his weight settled on her. They were both breathing hard and he rested heavily on her for only a moment before lifting the bulk of his weight. Her sex fluttered around him, still rippling around his thick length with echoes of her climax. She blinked to focus her eyes and found him smiling down at her, his face glistening with sweat. She felt stray strands of her hair plastered damply to the skin of her cheeks and forehead. His smile widened before he lowered his lips to hers for a slow, searching kiss, which she returned with tender affection.

They both groaned as his lips left hers and he rolled off her, withdrawing from her in the process. Her sex clutched at him in an unsuccessful attempt to halt his retreat and the friction sent a tremor through her along with renewed, if less intense climactic waves that made her breath hitch. She fought to get her breathing back under control as she watched him remove the condom and knot the open end to seal in, what she thought was, a really large amount of his seed. He put the used condom on her nightstand. “I’ll take care of it later.” He promised, following her eyes follow the condom. She squirmed, rubbing the insides of her thighs together as her body tried to adjust to the sudden, strange feeling of emptiness she felt. Her sex flexed and twisted against itself on a heavy, slippery layer of cream as the sweat dried on her skin and her breathing and heart rate finally returned to some semblance of normality.

With, the bliss slowly leeching from her body, well-used muscles occasionally twitched and complained of exertion and she didn’t feel so much sore as uncomfortably different. “Come here.” He told her softly as he pulled her gently into his arms and she rolled to press herself against his side and rest her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh as he wrapped his arm lightly around her. “Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded with a soft smile, not trusting her voice. He brushed some of her lustrous dark hair away from her face to look into her eyes as if to check the truth of her answer. “I’m… I’m fine. That… That was amazing.” She finally verbalized her answer when he continued to stare into her eyes. Her voice sounded exactly the same. For, some reason, she thought she should sound different. He nodded slowly and then lightly kissed her forehead and then they lay still and comfortable in silence.

She thought he had fallen asleep, her own eyelids growing ever heavier. The scent of sweat and sex clung to them, surrounded them and she kind of liked it. “What did you want to tell me?” he asked suddenly his voice loud in the quiet even though it was just above a whisper. Rachel bit her lip for a moment. “I’ll tell you in the morning.” She finally responded, deciding she didn’t want to spoil what they had just experienced, not quite just yet. She hadn’t planned for them to do what they had, but she wasn’t sorry that they had, but it hadn’t changed anything between them, she still loved someone else. The only thing was that now she had the disappointment that there would never be a repeat performance of tonight. He made a soft grumble of agreement and his hand squeezed her arm gently. She reached over him and turned off the lamp, plunging them into darkness and snuggling against him let herself drift off to sleep.

THE END