Oh Puck!

TITLE: Oh, Puck!

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 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 ONE

Rachel bit her already swollen lower lip to stifle the heavy groan she felt bubbling up out of her throat. Her body responded to the touch of his lips and hands, almost independently of her swirling thoughts, making her undulating slowly, pressing into the bed beneath her and his hard muscular body half-draped over her. This had gone too far, but she could not bring herself to stop him. It felt too good and even the fear and nervousness she felt at the inevitable place this was heading couldn’t overpower teenage hormones or the pleasure and sweet tension he created inside her.

It had started innocently enough. Puck’s attentions, although sudden and inexplicable, were flattering and she was starting to realize the futility of pining over Finn, so she returned them. It wasn’t like she had that many other options, the mirror told her this every morning. The only thing about her that was exceptional was her voice. Her figure was trim, shapely under the right conditions, that being lighting, make-up, wardrobe and the distance of a stage from the seats. Her breasts were too small, her hips to wide and she didn’t even want to mention her ass. Her long dark hair could make her look exotic if she were just a little paler and if not for her too full lips and wide dark eyes. He commented on all these, but some how managed to spin them in a positive light.

Suddenly, her figure was voluptuous, the swell of her hips lush, her breasts were pert and perky, her lips pouty, her eyes enticing and her hair a dark halo of decadence. He turned out to be not quite the ass he had appeared as she got to know him and then they went from hanging out to making out. Her heart and mind remained divided and although she wanted it to work with Puck, her desire and feeling for Finn did not fade. The flattery and self-esteem boost were not enough and she started to feel guilty of leading him on, using him.

Her parents were out of town for the weekend to visit relatives and she had decided to invite him over, to end it in private. She had rehearsed what she intended to say and he had arrived, surprisingly on time and everything was going to plan until, before the door had even closed behind him or the sound of their cordial greeting had faded, he had swept her up into his strong arms and his lips had hungrily ravished hers.

Rachel kissed him back despite herself as he pinned her between him and the hall wall. His spiky hair tickled her fingers as she ran them through his short, bristly mohawk while his wound into her dark curls to cradle the back of her head. His lips drained and energized her at the same time. She was powerless to resist him, her words of protest stuck in her throat, unspoken as he carried her to her bedroom while her skin tingled and she felt alive with a charge of arousal. Her nipples stiffened and strained against the confines of her brassier even as her breasts flattened against his hard chest and the butterflies in her stomach turned to hummingbird that fanned the sudden flame in her loins and made her sex flex and twist against itself to wring a torrent of cream from her to soak into her panties.

Puck lowered her to her bed gently, his lips finally relinquishing hers to allow her to draw a deep, shuddering breath. She had wanted to protest, to stop him then and there, to say what she needed to say, but his lips found the skin of her neck, while his hands started to roam over her body. She could barely manage his name when his nimble fingers started to undo the buttons on her blouse, but she couldn’t tell if her tone meant to tell him to stop or to hurry. Nor could she stop the slow undulation of her hips that ground the damp crotch of her panties through her skirt against his denim covered thigh, which he had placed between her legs. She could feel the last shreds of her resistance being washed away by the sensations he was creating in her. She’d let him feel her up before, an intimate exploration of each other’s bodies with their clothes on, but she knew this was different. There was an urgency, an insistence to his actions, an animal hunger and need that woke something in her too. There would be no call for a timeout from him and she realized with a thrilling mixture of fear and excitement, from her either.

She sighed in relief as he deftly unhooked her bra releasing the uncomfortable pressure it was now placing on her tingling breasts and swollen, sensitive nipples. He lifted away from her for a moment and shucked off the football jersey he wore and tossed it. Her hands ran up his washboard abs and onto his hard, smooth chest, testing the firm muscles without her conscious command. She licked her lips, partly out of nervous habit, partly to wet them and partly as a reaction to her growing desire. His mouth returned to hers, tongues tangling and twining for a brief moment before it snaked and slithered its way along the skin of her throat. “Oh.” She groaned as his tongue slid through the valley of her cleavage and his lips traced the lower curve of her right breast.

Her hands hovered over his head for a moment and then with a heavy moan she cradled the back of his head and neck as after his tongue made the skin of her breast tingle along the decreasing spiral he drew and then latched onto the taut peak of her nipple. Her eyes fluttered and she pulled him tighter to her breast as she rolled her shoulder to press into his mouth. His lips vibrated against her skin as he chuckled softly at her reaction before lightly nipping at her nipple, the pressure sending hot, delightful sparks radiating into her chest. She caressed the slowly shifting muscles along his spine as he leisurely switched his attention to her other breast.

Rachel was fascinated by the sensations his mouth on her breasts were creating, but not so much that she didn’t feel him shift his leg away or miss the slow progress of his hand up along the inside of her thigh. She started to close her legs, more by instinct than any desire to halt his progress, but then let them relax even further apart. Her skirt hiked up against his wrist and she could feel the heat and bulge of his throbbing manhood against her thigh. Her hips bucked as his large, strong hand cupped her crotch and started to caress her firmly. His palm ground against her clit through panties and her hips jerked again as if she’d touched a live wire, which was a lot like what his touch felt like.

Little shudders ran through her body as Puck’s hands and lips sent wave after wave of delectable pleasure snaking and crawling across her nerves. Her sex flexed and twisted against itself on a continuously refreshed river of grease and her skin felt like it was on fire. She had to concentrate on her breathing as she felt lightheaded and she was thankful for the distraction and focus to give her the ability to at least partially process what she was feeling. He shifted her focus when her grasped her wrist and drew her hand from his back down to the denim-clad bulge of his erection. He guided her hand up along his length until she was stroking him of her own accord.

Her eyes widened a little as she made a few calculations based on what she was feeling. Her fingers trembled as after a few strokes, he guided her fingers to his belt buckle. She fumbled blindly, finding it hard to make her fingers do her bidding as his hands and lips made her shudder with enjoyment and her brain flood with delight, disrupting conscious control. It finally gave with the rattle and clink of metal on metal. The button was just as stubborn and she gave up on it for a moment as she groaned and bit her full lower lip as her back arched and she pressed her breast into his mouth as he nipped and then sucked hard at its turgid, tingling peak. His fingers continued to rub her through the now-sodden cotton of her panties causing her hips to undulate as the heat and pressure translating into pleasure and a sweet, pulsing tension deep in her loins.

Desire for more flooded her and she renewed her efforts to undo his pants and finally succeeded. The rasp of her lowering his zipper was a welcoming melody and she let her hand slide into his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his lips vibrated against her skin with a groan of his own as she tentatively wrapped her hand around his shaft. Curiosity and wonder managed to overpower the sensation he was creating in her for a few moments as she touched and explored her first male member. He was thick, her fingers just about touching and long and slightly curved. He was smooth and warm, but hard at the same time, pulsing with life and virility against her fingers as she squeezed lightly, testing that hardness. His hips bucked slightly in response, driving him through her fist. She started to jack him off while she explored his length, memorizing his shape and size.

His lips left her breasts to find hers once more and she returned his kiss with matching hunger and desire. So, she was confused and dazed when he suddenly pulled away from her and eyes she didn’t remembered closing snapped open to find him looking down at her with blazing eyes and a heaving chest. Her confusion grew as he slid even further back, breaking contact with her. She suddenly felt as if she had done something wrong and started to reach for him, to stop his retreat, to beg his forgiveness and for him to continue what he was doing, but his intensions became clear to her before she could say anything. He reached for and with more dexterity than she had been able to muster, lowered the zip at the side of her skirt.

Rachel lifted her ass as he tugged and then stripped her skirt off her hips and down her legs before tossing it aside. She slowly licked her lips as he peeled her panties off. The sodden material clung damply to her slick folds for a moment and he had to tug to get them free. She expected him to toss them, just like he had her skirt once he freed them from her ankles, but instead he held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Christ, Rachel, you have no idea how good you smell.” He informed her before finally setting aside her final piece of clothing. She thought she’d be a bit more nervous about being naked in front of a boy for the first time, but as his eyes swept over her now naked body she just felt another wave of heat and excitement flush her skin at the obvious desire and appreciation she could see in his expression.

Looking down her body at him, her eyes slid down from his face and she got her first clear view of his manhood as it bobbed and twitched against his hard, sculptured abdomen. She swallowed slowly and pulled herself up into a sitting position. She got up onto her knees and then reached for him. They had to shift around a little, but he took her lead until he was able to lie back on the bed. He lifted his ass to allow her to remove his jeans leaving him as naked as she was and kneeling between his slightly spread legs. She reached for him and slowly stroked his length, feeling him twitch against her grasp and a heavy dollop of clear liquid well up at its tip. “Can… Can I try something?” she asked hesitantly, nervously tucking a stray lock of her dark hair that had fallen across her face back behind her ear. “You can do anything you want, Rachel.” He responded in a low, suggestive voice.

She worried at her lower lip for a moment and then leaned forward. She flicked her eyes up to his face for a moment finding him watching her intently. She extended her tongue and after a further moment of nervous hesitation she touched it to the tip of his pointed penis and sampled what she found there. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it didn’t taste bad, in fact it didn’t really like anything. His hips had lurched slightly when her tongue had touched him, but her hand at the base of his cock had kept her in place. She looked up at him again and he was leaning up on his elbows watching her. She could see expectation in his eyes and she knew what he wanted her to do. She was curious as well and with slow care, she opened her mouth and slid his helmeted dickhead into her mouth. Her hair slid down around her face, creating a dark curtain, surrounding her in cool shadow as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked lightly, experimentally.

Again, she wasn’t quite sure what to expect. There was no specific flavor, just an exotic mixture of echoing notes, which she did not find offensive, just strange. His skin felt smooth and warm, pulsing against her lips as they stretched around his girth as she slowly took more of him into her mouth. What interested her more was his reaction. His body had tensed and she could feel him quiver as he panted and groaned her name with such awe and passion it made her sex flinch and her belly flutter. He shifted and she felt his fingers wind into her hair and brush it away from her face. He cradled her head, holding her hair in place gently even though she could feel his hands shake with tension.

Rachel took as much of him into her mouth as would fit, experimentally swirling and lapping her tongue against his skin. He hissed in response with his hips undulating slowly. The tip of his dick pressing against the back of her throat felt uncomfortable and she felt herself start to gag and slid her mouth back. “Oh Yeah! That’s it!” he groaned, his fingers tensing and then relaxing in her hair. His encouragement and obvious enjoyment boosted her confidence and she started to slowly bob her head, sliding her lips and tongue back and forth along his hard flesh. She even felt bold enough to try and test her gag reflex, but it felt too uncomfortable and she gave up on the idea of taking anymore of him into he mouth or throat. She almost instinctively started to stroke the part of him she couldn’t attend to with her mouth. It also gave her some control as his hips started to thrust more than undulate.

His words of encouragement and praise grew louder and his reactions fueled her enthusiasm as she performed her first blowjob. She felt a shudder run through him and a heavy groan that sounded more pained than pleasurable and then his hands tightened on the side of her head and he all but pulled her off him. She flicked her eyes up to his face in concern. His chest was heaving and his jaw was clenched, his eyes narrows as he breathed through his flaring nostrils. He stroked her cheek and then ran his thumb lightly across her lips, wiping away the saliva that had gathered there.

Puck exhaled heavily and chuckled. “I never would have guessed… You’re really good at… That… Too good, in fact.” He admitted to her, his eyes closing to slits as her hand slowly skimmed his length. She nipped lightly at the tip of his thumb as it made a second pass and smiled back at him. “Thanks.” She responded, unsure how else to answer and he chuckled again as she lowered her head self-consciously. She felt him shift and then his fingers were under her shin and he lifted her face. The closeness of his face surprised her, but then it didn’t matter as his lips captured hers in a hungry kiss. He pressed forward and his hands slid down her body, leaving hot trails on her skin as he repositioned her until they were once again in the position they had started from, except he was now lying between her legs. She could feel the thick, long tube of his erection against the inside of her thigh. “This is it.” She thought nervously swallowing hard as his lips left hers.

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