Night numbah trois of this g!p repost smut fest. More lady!cock for you non-conformists.
"I am happy about our new job Kurt, but I do believe that going to a bar specifically designed for the gay and lesbian community is a bit… overboard, don't you think?" Rachel asked, plopping gently on the couch that she and Kurt shared in the middle of their apartment. The boy rolled his eyes and sipped his diet coke with a small frown.
"I do believe we deserve this night out." Kurt persisted. "You've been too busy with your nightly shows and this is the only weekend that you'll be free before you win your second Tony!"
Rachel smiled. "Very well then."
"Wow, it was that easy?" Kurt asked with a grin. "Whatever happened to the heterosexual argumentation you've been using against me throughout all these years?"
The brunette rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Please, as if that argument was ever valid."
Kurt smirked. "Indeed.
The pulse in the air was electrifying, to say the least. Rachel couldn't help but look around like a kid lost in the middle of a candy store as they pair entered La Luna. The bass that met them when the door opened was enough to send Rachel into an all-time high, but add in the sexual charge that emitted from the dance floor sent an impatient thrum throughout her body.
Rachel reached the bar and took refuge on a stool. Kurt was already in the middle of the dance floor, gyrating against goodness knows who. Rachel looked out for the bartender, who was nowhere in sight.
"First time?" A soft voice husked against her ear. Rachel jumped in her seat and spun on her stool.
"Y-yes, how did you—?" Rachel finally paused enough to take in the sight before her. The person that freaked her out to the point of cardiac arrest was blonde, with short hair that merely brushed the nape of her neck. Rachel licked her lips at the expanse of pale skin deliciously presented before her. The length of the girl's neck, the protruding collarbone… it made Rachel clench her fists and shiver at the thought of nibbling against the stranger's clavicle. Lower, Rachel's eyes travelled. She gulped at the swell of her breasts, held up by a pair of lacy black cups. All of this was visible through a sheer white dress shirt.
"If you're done staring, would you let me buy you a drink?" The blonde was smirking when Rachel's eyes darted up to her gorgeous face. Everything about the blonde was gorgeous, and it took Rachel's breathing exercises and her self-control to prevent herself from mauling the woman.
"I don't normally let strangers buy me drinks." Rachel said.
"I don't usually let strangers stare but I let you do that anyway." The blonde took a step closer, and Rachel caught a whiff of her cologne. It was a fusion of vanilla and Old Spice; a strange but delicious mix.
"If I know what to call you, maybe I'll let you," Rachel said with a smirk, her comfort level finally rising to its average state.
"Yeah?" The blonde whispered, taking a step closer to Rachel until her knees were pressed against the blonde's thigh. Her slender fingers grazed against the hem of the short skirt, drawing intricate lines against the naked skin of Rachel's soft thigh. Rachel leaned back, and the stranger immediately followed her, until the brunette's back was pressed against the cool counter.
"Call me Charlie," the woman husked, her face sinking lower into Rachel. So close was she that Rachel can count the black flecks within the blonde's hazel eyes.
"Charlie…" Rachel breathed.
"What's yours?" Charlie asked, her lips brushing against Rachel's cheek bone.
"R-Rachel." Her eyes fluttered like butterfly wings.
Charlie nipped at her cheek before pulling back to smirk at Rachel, who was blushing and breathing deeply. "Will you let me buy you that drink now?"
"Sure why not?"
"Hey Andy, two Rainbows over here!""
Andy, the half-naked bartender, appeared out of nowhere and he began to mix the drinks. Charlie hopped on the bar stool beside Rachel. She watched the brunette with a small smile, until Rachel began to fidget with the hem of her shirt.
"You look nervous," Charlie commented. "Why is that?"
"You're staring," Rachel pointed out. "You look like…"
Charlie leaned in and lifted a perfect eyebrow. "Like what, Rachel?"
"Like you want to eat me."
"I do," Charlie admitted, before leaning back and resting her elbow against the counter, just as Andy presented two tall glasses filled with layered liquid. She took hers and dipped her straw in the mix to stir, causing the synthesis of colours to mingle, creating swirls and hues of more vibrant colours.
"Cheers," she grinned as she clinked their glasses together. Rachel took a sip, marvelling at the fizz that popped against her tongue, as well as the multiple assaults of flavours against her senses.
"Good?" Charlie asked, and Rachel nodded. "What brings you to La Luna tonight, Rachel?"
After two glasses of Rainbows, Charlie managed to convince Rachel to dance with her. She agreed, but when she stood up, she staggered towards Charlie who caught her by the waist. Rachel was a giggling, clingy drunk, laughing against Charlie's ear as she walked them towards the dance floor. A new song played as soon as Rachel stopped laughing at every little thing that crossed her path.
She wrapped her arms around the pale neck and Charlie smiled, placing her palms on top of the swell of Rachel's hips as they swayed to and fro. Thighs pressed against one another, Rachel twisted her body around so that her butt was flush against Charlie's lap. She heard the blonde groan, and immediately her hands wrapped around Rachel's waist.
You say you're searching for somebody that will take you out and do you right.
"Oh Rachel," Charlie grunted, pulling her closer as they wavered in tune with the song and with another. "So hot…"
Rachel smirked, throwing her head back to rest against Charlie's shoulder. She twisted her head to bite into the blonde's jaw, licking the sweat of their movements away. "Mmm, Charlie." She husked, pushing back harder and faster against the girl who was enveloping her. "Fuck, baby."
Charlie breathed against Rachel's cheek, kissing her temple as the song began to take over their bodies' movements. Charlie's hands travelled upwards, fingernails grazing against the stomach that peeked out when Rachel lifted her arms to wrap around Charlie's neck. The blonde massaged the brunette's abs as she whimpered, demanding more contact. "More." Rachel begged.
You're doing it on purpose, wind it and work it.
The body behind Rachel was reaching intense temperatures. Charlie's breasts were melting against Rachel's back and the fingers were disappearing beyond Rachel's shirt. Charlie nibbled at Rachel's ear and she continued to graze her ass against Charlie's lap. She felt a bulge against her, but paid no mind to it. In fact it made her ground harder.
"Shit…" Charlie groaned, pulling away slightly, so that she can make Rachel face her. The singer collapsed into her arms and began to suck the damp patch of skin that peeked out of Charlie's shirt. "Rach… Rachel, wait, babe."
If you didn't know, you're the only thing that's on my mind.
"What is it?" Rachel asked with a frown, eyeing Charlie who was breathing rapidly, hazel eyes fully-dilated and completely black. "Charlie…"
An arm came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around Charlie's neck. A Latina peeked out of Charlie's shoulder and smirked down at Rachel. "Well, well. Who is this, Q?"
"She's Rachel," Charlie said, her voice harsh around the edges. She cleared her throat and pushed the Latina away. "Get off me, Santana."
"Hey, did I just cock-block?" Santana snickered. "VIP room's free, in case you need it."
Rachel watched Santana saunter away before reverting her attention back to Charlie. "Is that…"
"That was my friend," Charlie hastily explained. "Don't worry about her."
"I wasn't," Rachel sneered, crossing her arms above her chest. "Who's 'Q'?"
Charlie gulped and sighed, shaking her head. The song proceeded to the rapping part, and Charlie took Rachel by the hand to lead her towards the staircase that would lead up to the VIP rooms. "Look, Rachel. I'm not exactly who you think I am."
"I figured that, seeing as I barely even know you." Rachel huffed, grateful for the cool breeze of the isolated hallway. Her face began to lose its heated state, and her breathing eased back into its normal speed. Rachel watched Charlie fidget with her shirt. "Do you need to tell me something?"
"My name's not actually Charlie." She blurted out.
Rachel's jaw unhinged and she shook her head. "So? You like a little role play, what's wrong with that? What's your real name?"
"It's Quinn." She said, chuckling.
Rachel smirked and pressed Charlie—or rather, Quinn—against the wall, knee being straddled in between Quinn's legs. She whimpered and threw her head back. "I prefer that name over Charlie, if you don't mind."
"No, not all…" Quinn moaned as she pushed herself closer against Rachel's knee. "W-wait!"
"What now, Quinn?" Rachel demanded, loving how the blonde's real name rolled off her tongue. "Do you want to fuck me or not?"
"I do," Quinn breathed, cupping Rachel's neck with both of her hands. "God, Rachel. I do. It's just…"
"What, Quinn?" Rachel softened at the trembling voice of the girl pinned against her. "What's wrong?"
Quinn dipped her head and kissed Rachel's nose before whispering, "Follow me."
Quinn interlocked Rachel's and her fingers together, before pulling her up the dark staircase into a hallway of doors. Quinn took Rachel to the room at the end of the hallway, caressing Rachel's knuckles with her lips before entering the lounge. There was a four-poster bed in the middle of the room, a leather couch, a closet and a drawer by the bedside. Quinn directed Rachel to sit on the bed.
"I… How do I say this…? D-do you…" Quinn took a deep breath, Rachel watched Quinn's lips purse.
"I want to fuck you, Quinn." Rachel deadpanned. "What else do you need?"
"Ihaveapenis." Quinn blurted out, pulling away from Rachel's embrace to stand up and pace all over the floor. "I-it's been there since I turned thirteen, and it's really freaky sometimes, but some girls are into that but I don't know about you so if you don't—mmm!"
That was the sound of Rachel's tongue invading Quinn, rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Quinn's hands flew up Rachel's shoulders, trying to rein in the enthusiastic woman that just mauled her. But Rachel was relentless. She pushed Quinn down the bed, forcing her to rest against the headboard with a thump. She straddled Quinn's thighs, a predatory smirk on her lips.
"It's not a big deal to me, Quinn." Rachel husked, rotating her hips in small circles against the bulge of Quinn's pants. "If anything, it will help move things up a bit."
"W-what—oh fucking hell—what does that mean?" Quinn gritted out, trying her hardest to concentrate on the conversation at hand rather than the stiffening sensation building up in her appendage. She gripped Rachel's waist, stilling her. "S-stop for a second, Rachel."
"Why?" Rachel pouted. "Obviously, I want you too. Why are you stopping this?"
"Because you don't really know what—ooooh fuckk!"
Rachel cupped the ever-growing bulge in Quinn's tight jeans, roughly shaking it. She unzipped the blonde's jeans, smirking at the sight of Quinn's dick, the head peeking out of the elastic waistband of Quinn's boxer briefs. Quinn was watching her reaction with intensity, and Rachel did the only thing to calm the girl down. She yanked down the undergarment and clapped her hand over the moist head.
"Rachel…" Quinn whispered. "You don't have to do this, you know? I can take care of myself. I rather just make out with you."
The brunette began to pump her hand slowly up and down, relishing the heat that radiated from the thick and stiff flesh in her hand. It gave her utter control over Quinn, and it sent a rush through her arteries and straight to her pulsing clit. "Is that what you want, Quinn?" Rachel hissed devilishly before collecting a pool of saliva in her mouth before letting it drip down Quinn's cock. "Because I can give you that. And more."
Quinn bit her lip and watched her glistening cock as Rachel smeared her own spit all over her shaft. "O-ooohh fuckk…" She muttered, closing her eyes to focus on the delicious gliding of her penis against Rachel's palm. "Rrracheell…"
"Tell me what you want, baby." Rachel grinned, rubbing the crotch of her moist underwear against the pole jutting in between Quinn's legs. "Tell me and I'll give it to you."
"I want you," she whispered, voice hitching against her throat. The atmosphere was thick around their little bubble and it was making it harder to breathe. "Will you let me have you?"
Rachel, for some reason, found that question a complete turn-on. She felt herself gush against her panties at the sincerity in Quinn's eyes, and she had no words left, so all she could do was nod. Quinn smiled and grazed her thumb against Rachel's cheek, before pushing herself up into a sitting position to kiss Rachel on the lips.
"Mmmm," Rachel cried when Quinn wrapped her arms around the curve of Rachel's back and pulling her against Quinn's lap. The blonde began to thrust against Rachel's panties, moaning at the soft heat that was taking over her head. "Q-Quinn, strip me baby."
Quinn's eyes sparked and Rachel found herself biting her lip at the expression in the girl's eyes. With deliberate slowness, Quinn slipped her arms into Rachel's shirt, scratching down her back, skimming against the straps of Rachel's bra, before lifting it up and over her head. Quinn licked her lips at the sight of the breasts that were spilling over the purple lace.
"You're gorgeous." Quinn sighed. "And I get to have you."
"So, what are you waiting for?" Rachel asked, running her hands through Quinn's short hair. "Take me, Quinn."
Quinn said nothing, not verbally at least. She removed Rachel's bra with a quick flick of her fingers, and her mouth launched itself against a dark pink nipple. She sucked harshly, groaning against the bud while her hands worked against the hook of Rachel's skirt.
Once all of Rachel's external garments are disposed of on the floor, Quinn stripped herself before sucking Rachel's tongue into her mouth as they rocked against one another, cores kindling brewing fires. Rachel was lost in the friction against her clit but not too lost to forget her intents and purposes. She reached in between her thighs to grip Quinn's cock that was leaking with precum. Rachel ran her finger against the tip before bringing it up to her mouth with a moan.
"Fuck, Rachel." Quinn threw her head back and thrust her hips upwards. "So sexy… Will you suck me? Please, baby I need your mouth on me."
Rachel smirked and slithered down Quinn's torso, nipping at every inch of skin she can before stopping in front of Quinn's cock. It was thicker than the others that she had before, fingers barely managing to fully grasp the flesh. She kissed the tip, licking her lips free of the precum, before suckling on the head. Quinn let out a guttural noise, flexing her hips to force more of herself into Rachel's mouth.
"Shiitt baby!" Rachel cupped the base, swinging the length back and forth, the air teasing the moist head. She let go of Quinn's cock with a pop before moving her lips against Quinn's balls, and sucking them into her mouth. "Oh, holy fuck! Nngguh!"
"You like that, don't you baby?" Rachel crooned, releasing them before jerking Quinn off roughly. The blonde managed to let out a mangled whisper of Rachel's name and noises of agreement, before Rachel stopped all movement against her dick.
"You answer me when I talk to you, Quinn." The brunette snarled, slapping Quinn's cock against the flat of her palm harshly. "Now, do you like it or not?" She repeated, smacking Quinn's length again for good measure.
"A-ah!" Quinn grunted, throwing her head back. The harsh sting against her dick was teetering in the realm of hurting, yet it still felt so good in that masochistic way. "I love it Rachel," the blonde whined, thrusting her hips upward. "I love everything you do to me."
Rachel leered at the quivering girl underneath her, before taking in the entire girth in her mouth.
"OH, FUCK!" Quinn screamed, her fists closed in on the sheets as her back arched in a perfect tangent. "Y-yeah, baby…" Rachel pounded her throat against the head of Quinn's cock until she felt the muscles of Quinn's abdomen tightening. She began to swallow, massaging the sensitive tip of the girl's cock buried deep inside her mouth. Quinn thrashed her upper body, trying her hardest not to harass Rachel's throat with incessant thrusting of her hips.
"H-how are you doing tha-whoa!" Quinn helped when Rachel sucked harshly and squeezing her balls.
"My gag reflex is absent." Rachel said, before diving back in.
"R-Rachel… Rachel wait." Quinn hissed when Rachel dipped her tongue against the slit of her cock. "I don't want to come yet."
"But what if I want you to cum in my mouth babe?" Rachel asked against the skin Quinn's thigh. "What if I want to feel your cock burst inside my lips while I suck you so hard?" Quinn began to whimper and slammed her eyes shut. "Are you going to take that away from me, Quinn?"
"N-no, god no." Quinn muttered. "Do what you want with me."
"Good girl," Rachel husked before taking in all of Quinn, up to the hilt. A low groan escaped Quinn and Rachel got to work, sucking in more and more of the cock in her mouth. Quinn began to throb against Rachel's throat, and the brunette knew what was coming, no pun intended.
"Oh my god…" Quinn whispered, her abs tightening beneath Rachel's palm. "O-oh, Rachel… I-I'm gonna—that's so good… Fuck yessss!"
A few more harsh sucks and rough tugs against Quinn's balls, and the blonde girl screamed the brunette's name at the top of her lungs. She unloaded her cum into Rachel's waiting mouth as she swallowed, humming at the slightly bitter taste of the blonde's ecstasy.
"Fuck, Rachel." Quinn breathed erratically, leaning forward to claim Rachel's lips with hers. Both moaned at the contact of their cores, but Quinn pushed away when she felt the slickness of Rachel's pussy grazing her dick. "Can I get a turn?"
Rachel had no time to respond when Quinn rolled on top of her, kissing her nose, her lips, the valley of her breast, each nipple and then her bellybutton. Rachel looked down at Quinn who was grinning from ear to ear, only widening when she separated the labia to give her the full view of Rachel's twitching opening. Quinn licked her lips then kissed Rachel's engorged clit.
"Oh!" Rachel shrieked when Quinn unceremoniously shoved her tongue as deep as it can go into Rachel. She flicked up against Rachel's walls, causing the brunette to thrash against Quinn, but she pinned the writhing girl down by looping her arms around her thighs and over Rachel's abdomen.
"Quinn, fuckk!" Rachel hissed when Quinn sucked her clit into her hot mouth and inserted a lone finger inside of her. "Faster baby, I need more of you."
"Mmmmm," Quinn hummed around Rachel, and the screaming brunette flexed her hips upward so much that Quinn's teeth bumped against Rachel's sensitive flesh.
"AAHH! Fff-oh!"
Quinn pulled away slightly to kiss the inside of Rachel's thigh. "Yeah, are you gonna come so soon Rach? I barely even touched you."
"Y-you're really good at that." Rachel breathed with a small chuckle. "Get back to work!"
Quinn shook her head. "Bossy, bossy." But she reverted her attention once more on Rachel, who was still twitching and fluttering against her finger. She began to thrust her finger, curling ever so often against the rough patch of muscle inside Rachel's cunt.
"Shit, baby! FUCK!" Rachel was a very loud woman, especially when she is being pleasured by skilful tongues and fingers. Quinn watched in awe, pulling away to watch the slickness of her fingers of her left hand rub and slide against Rachel's clit, while her right hand fingers glided inside Rachel's pussy.
"Come for me Rach," Quinn said against her clit, the breeze sent ripples of pleasure through Rachel as she screamed Quinn's name again and again. "You know you want to. Soak my fingers baby."
"Ooooh Quinn!" Rachel yelled, squeezing her thighs together to keep Quinn in place while her body racked with pleasure. "Oh goodness…" She huffed. "So good…"
Quinn licked her lips and sighed at the sweetest taste of Rachel against her tongue. She leaned in to kiss the brunette, sharing tongues and spit against one another.
"Mmm baby..." Rachel moaned. "Are you gonna take me yet or are you too scared to fuck the brains out of me?"
"Don't worry about that Rachel," Quinn smirked, pumping her cock in her hands as she hovered above Rachel. "I want you to ride me hard."
Rachel scoffed but kneeled up to make out with Quinn, rubbing the lower half of her body against Quinn's moist cock. "Is that a challenge?"
"You bet it is," Quinn husked. Rachel smirked and pushed Quinn roughly down the bed. She hit the mattress with a dull thump, a grunt escaping her lungs. Rachel reached for the bedside table, pulling out a condom from a box. She tore the package and unrolled it over Quinn's stiff dick.
"You ready baby?" Rachel groaned when the tip of Quinn's cock entered her. "You think you can handle me?"
"No," Quinn gulped. "But I'll try anyway."
Rachel grinned. "Good."
Slowly, inch by inch, Rachel began to lower herself against Quinn until her entire length was buried deep inside her heat. Quinn groaned at the sensation, but Rachel began to swear.
"Fucking shit babe," Rachel groaned. "So biiig!"
"Jesus, Rachel." Quinn whispered, reaching up to palm Rachel's bouncing breast. "You're the tightest pussy I've ever fucked."
"Yeah?" Rachel asked. Even in the midst of fucking, she can't help but feel proud of herself. "Am I the best you've ever had?"
"Uhh—shittt!"
"Say it Quinn," Rachel ordered, leaning forward to press her small hand against the base of Quinn's throat. The blonde began to breathe deeper, but the hand around her throat made it difficult to do so. Rachel's face curtained by her thick brown hair, and her smirk was beautiful too. Quinn marvelled at the sight.
"Tell me I'm the best fuck you've ever had," Rachel said, rolling her hips and clenching her inner muscles after every word that left her lips. "Tell me or I'll get up right now, Quinn."
"N-no please! You're the best!" Quinn hissed when Rachel squeezed in a particularly-tight manner. "O-oh Rachel! Fuck my cock baby, mmm!"
The grin on Rachel's face deepened as she leaned forward to take Quinn's lips on her own. "You like that? You like how my pussy is choking your big dick?"
"Yessss," Quinn hissed, fighting the impending orgasm that was looming over her head. "Shit Rachel, I'm so close!"
"So am I Quinn," Rachel husked as the rhythm of their hips began to meld into a singular beat. Rachel pushed harder and Quinn thrust faster, and together they drove to the point of the cliff where both were eager to leap off.
"Come for me," Quinn whispered against Rachel's cheek. "Come for my cock, you beautiful girl. Shitt h-here it comes Rachel!"
"O-oooh!" Rachel shrieked when Quinn's fingers found the nub that was begging to be touched as it throbbed in between her thighs. "Q-Quinn!"
Quinn slammed her eyes shut as she felt herself being torn into a million pieces. She spilled her essence into the condom, swearing under her breath as Rachel convulsed around her, squeezing more and more into the piece of elastic that is separating the two of them. Rachel slumped down against Quinn and tried to regain her breathing to normal.
"Oh fuck," Quinn sighed, wrapping her arms around Rachel as she pulled out. She tied the condom and threw it away, before pressing a kiss on Rachel's sweaty forehead. "Wow that was intense."
"I can tell," Rachel giggled. "Not-so-little Quinnie is still twitchy, look." Rachel ran a finger from base to tip, chuckling when Quinn's cock followed the sensation.
"Stop that," Quinn chastised the diva lightly. "Not if you want a go again."
"Who said about not wanting more, Quinn?" Rachel asked, biting her lip before sitting up and palming her breast. "I'm sure I can take you on again. The question is, can you take me again?"
Quinn grinned and sat up to meet Rachel's lips in another heated kiss. "Wanna bet?"
If you listen to Usher as much as I do, you'd know Love in This Club has two parts, ergo, this fanfic does as well! That's for night numbah quatre though. Also, five days!