"Calm down Rachel," Finn muttered into her ear.
"Finn, we'll get caught-" he pushed her down onto the piano bench, and she fell back. His hands roamed her thighs. His lips were exploring her neck now, biting and sucking on the little spots that drove her wild. They'd been dating for four months, and he'd had plenty of practice while stuck on first base all summer.
"No one's here," he insisted, his biting and suckling her jaw. His tongue licked to soothe the red marks he was leaving, and she arched her back closer to him.
"B-" His fingers were sliding her skirt up smoothly now, revealing her lacy panties. "Finn," she breathed, and he smirked at her. He got down on his knees, eyes even with her pussy.
"Poor Brad," Finn said, his breath hitting her. His fingers curled into her waistband and she lifted up so he could pull them off. "You're leaking all over his bench."
"Finn, I'm not ready for th-" His tongue snaked out reverently to lap at her clit. "Oh!" His hands pushed her thighs apart farther, revealing her cunt to the empty room. "Lock the door!" she attempted to say. It came out as a wail, his fingers pushing into her tight hole.
"Oh, Rachel," he hummed. As he got up, she immediately missed him between her legs. He did not hurry, striding slowly towards the door. The lock clicked as he made his way back to her. She closed her eyes, leaning against the piano. Then she was shooting up when she heard the keys slam, her panties around her ankles, skirt pushed up. His arms enveloped her, laughing.
"Don't laugh," she begged as he pushed the piano cover closed. Sliding onto his knees, he nodded solemnly. She fell back onto the bench, with his hot breath caressing her wet slit. Suddenly he was sucking her clit, and she was fighting with all she could a scream.
"Finn!" she moaned when his fingers pierced her. They pushed in up to the knuckles, her wetness sliding down to touch the piano bench. He pulled his fingers out to lap at her hole, offering them to her. "Do you want me t-ah," she panted out as he licked at her. He nodded, and she took them in her mouth slowly.
Her fluids tasted oddly tangy, and despite fighting a slight disgust, she was turned on. She pushed her eyes closed, attempting to give in to the sensations. Still, she feared someone walking in and seeing her like this - head thrown back, her boyfriend between her legs.
Then he was hitting the right spot, and he locked her legs around his head and grasped for his hair. "Finn!" she panted, tugging. Black spots and gold stars were dancing behind her eyelids. She needed this, needed it so badly. Her moans and pants were filling the air, his fingers curling inside her. And now the dam was breaking, and she couldn't hold back the screams.
"Finn!" He continued to play with her as she writhed and rode out her orgasm. She couldn't believe she hadn't wanted to do this - hadn't wanted his tongue on her. Let alone on Brad's bench! But oh god.
"Thanks," she said as she rode it out, her voice hazy. She felt so sleepy, and he looked so delicious, his lips moist. His long arms wrapped around her.
"I told you so."