Brett Pierce had a smile that could light up the world. He always happened to be smiling and that smile was infectious. The blonde's smile brightened, every time he saw her smile. Her, Santana Lopez;
he was completely enamoured with the girl, from minute one. Brett had known her since he was ten. He met her when was the new girl in his class and even from such a young age, the Latina was feisty and people knew it. People knew not to get on the wrong side of her; she was a force to be reckoned with and everybody knew it from the second that the confident, ten year old girl walked into the classroom on her first day of school. Everybody was surprised that the girl was so confident, after all, it was a new school for Santana, since her parents had relocated for her father's work. Everybody but Brett. Brett was confident when it came to people and he had no idea why people thought that the girl had to be shy when going to a new place. Another thing that he couldn't understand, was why people always crept around Santana, watching what they said, in fear that the girl would rip them apart.
Brett was never like that with Santana, in fact, he was the first person, ever to talk straight to her; telling her if she was being too mean, or whether he didn't like her actions - which for most of the years that he'd known her, usually revolved around a disliking of her relationships with boys. Surprisingly, Santana was okay with that. She respected the boy. The boy with the perfect smile - even if he had a gap in his front teeth for a few years, she found it perfect - that spoke straight to her and looked at her in a way that nobody else did. She fell completely in love with him and the moment she decided to stop being scared of losing her best friend if something ever went wrong, she opened herself up to the boy. Santana knew that Brett was her soul mate and that she would never let him get away easily.
That was how they found themselves here. After four years together, with the occasional moment of turbulence, Brett found himself, situated on the sofa of the house they shared in California, with his head resting on his pregnant girlfriend's baby bump, quietly singing to his unborn child.
Santana's father wasn't best pleased, finding out that his only daughter would be having a child out of wedlock, but he could see the glint in the girl's eyes when she spoke about Brett and he knew that one day, Brett would be his son-in-law. So when the older man came around, Santana was ecstatic, which was now the reason that her smile matched Brett's as she watched him; brushing her fingers through his hair as she listened to the warm, soothing voice of the blonde. "I love you," Santana whispered, once Brett had brought his song to an end. Her voice soft and warm as she spoke to the man. Santana was always softer around Brett, from their first encounter.
"I love you too," Brett breathed, his own voice soft, with the smile more than evident. Even with her eyes closed, Santana could see that smile, that smile she loved more than anything. "Did you have a good day today?" Brett asked, kissing Santana's round stomach before he sat up, draping his arm over the back of the couch after loosening his tie.
"Mm," Santana nodded, opening those mocha brown eyes to meet crystal blue. "It was really relaxing. How was work, handsome?"
"The usual," Brett murmured, before looking down to the tanned hands working off his tie completely. "I still don't want to go tomorrow though," he whispered.
Since Brett's father earned a rather successful production company, it was no surprise that after Brett got through college, there was a job waiting for him. A job, that he was surprisingly good at. The only thing was, that Brett didn't want to be seen as just the boss' son. He didn't want things simply handed to him, so he worked his ass off to get to his position in the company. On his days off, if he ever went out with Santana, he was looking for inspiration to put into a new project. Brett had a lot on his plate, so to speak. He was managing two TV shows, that happened to be fairly popular on an international scale as well as managing a host of talented people, after branching out a little.
Brett worked even harder, after hearing that a higher position was opening up in the company and now, with just a week before the decision was made, Brett was a shoo-in to be chosen. He was told though, to give him the best chance possible, that he would have to fly to New York to convince a group of high-end investors, that it would be in the best interest to invest in their company, which would also give the blonde the funding for his new project. The blonde knew that he had to go. He needed this promotion and more importantly, he was excited for his new project, but he had this nagging feeling at the back of his mind. A feeling that something that would go wrong, but he had no clue as to what. That feeling kept him on edge. What if something bad happened to Santana or their baby? That was all that ran through his mind.
He snapped out of his thoughts though, when he felt fingertips tickling his neck. A small purr leaving his soft, pink lips as he turned to Santana.
"I told you, B... You'll be fine. You have nothing to worry about. These clients are going to love you, so they'll sign, and back here, I'm only five months along, so you don't have to worry about a thing. I have my Mami and Papi here and you know I'll get them to call you right away. Nothing is going to happen, baby..." Santana whispered.
"I know, but I just can't shake that feeling," Brett whispered, melting into the touch. His hand found Santana's bump once again, rubbing soothing circles against the bare skin. "I mean, what if something does happen? I mean, I can live if they don't invest. But if something happens to either of you two..."
"Hey," Santana cooed, her hand coming around to the back of the blonde's neck. "We'll be fine. I'm healthy. The baby is healthy. You're going. You've been waiting to be able to do this project for months, so I'm not going to let you pass up and opportunity."
Brett sighed in defeat, nodding his head as the tiniest smile appeared, but it was one that made Santana weak in the knees. "I love you," was all that Brett said, before he leaned in for the softest kiss.
"Mmm, I know. And for my fantastic advice, you can make it up to me." Santana husked with a mischievous smile, her warm hands moving against her man's neck. She caressed the skin she found there before her hand was gone again, working open the buttons of Brett's shirt and her soft, plump attaching to the pale skin of Brett's neck.
"What did you have in mind?" Brett grinned cheekily and that look just made Santana melt even more; especially with the glint of mischief in his eye. It turned Santana on to no end whenever Brett gave her that look.
"I was thinking, that you could fuck me, until I can't feel my legs," Santana muttered breathlessly, her cheeks tinged slightly. She didn't get a response though. Well, not a vocal one anyway. A small gasp tore from her lips as she felt talented fingers against her clit. She wasn't even sure when her boyfriend's hands had worked into her sweatpants, let alone her underwear.
"I think that is definitely the best way to make it up to you," Brett husked, his voice laced with arousal. He didn't waste a second before his lips were on Santana's, swallowing down a guttural moan when he pinched her clit.
"Fuck..." Santana cursed, bucking her hips into Brett's talented hands as she finally worked his shirt completely open, pushing the offending item off Brett's broad shoulders. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing that," the Latina growled, raking her nails down Brett's chest.
When Santana first started dating her best friend, he was a dorky, well groomed teen. Chest smooth as well as his face; now, Brett was more rugged and scruffy. Light stubble over his face and a lightly haired chest. It turned Santana on to no end.
"You're soaking," Brett husked, growling as Santana scratched over his stubble. The blonde continued to tease Santana's dripping slit with one hand, using the other to easily pick Santana up.
A whimper tore from Santana's throat, captured instantly by her boyfriend's lips as she rolled her hips firmly into him as Brett carried her upstairs.
"That's what you do to me, B... You get me so wet. I need you," Santana whined as her back hit the mattress, her hands immediately moving to the growing bulge in Brett's trousers to give him a teasing squeeze through the material.
Brett shuddered; the tone and Santana's touch driving him wild as he worked down Santana's sweatpants and underwear, grinning in triumph when he'd successfully maneuvered her panties from around her ankles with his foot.
Santana had already pulled off her tank top, staring down at her boyfriend hungrily as she spread her tanned legs as wide as possible. She knew more than anything, that it turned Brett on, and she was going to use that to her advantage. Her hormones were driving her wild and she needed a good fucking; one that she knew Brett would give her.
Brett was sure that if he wasn't biting his lip, he'd drool. Santana was drenched and he could never get over how flexible she was. Since his trousers were half way down his legs, Brett quickly kicked them off and crawled up Santana's body and attached his lips to the dripping slit, eagerly lapping up the girl's arousal.
Santana cried out, arching up off the bed as her fingers instantly tangled up in blonde locks as she pulled Brett impossibly closer; releasing Spanish profanities. "I-if you keep that u- Shit! I'm gonna cum..." Santana cried out, feeling Brett's soft lips sucking against her sensitive clit.
Brett didn't stop, even with the warning. He licked, sucked and nipped at Santana's pussy until finally, he felt girl gush into his mouth and even then, he made sure to bring the girl down slowly. "You taste fucking amazing," he whispered, leaning back on his heels.
"S-so you said," Santana whispered shakily, legs still trembling as she rode out her orgasm. "But I told you th-that I wanted a good fucking," Santana husked, reaching forward to cup her boyfriends thick cock through his boxers. "Now, take these off and fuck me like you mean it," Santana demanded.
Brett was never one to withhold something to Santana and he wasn't about to start now. He had his boxers off in record time and not even a second later, he felt a warm hand wrapping around his cock. Well, barely wrapping around it. Santana fingers barely fit around it, but Brett would hardly complain, especially when she started moving her hand, twisting it in a fluid motion every time she reached the tip.
As soon as he fell forward, the tip of his huge cock was just close enough to Santana's throbbing pussy for the Latina to guide the bulbous head through her folds, leaving the two of them shuddering. As soon as his cock reached her entrance though, Brett pushed inside, enveloping himself in the girl's warm, wet pussy. The two of them groaned in unison. Santana loved how perfectly Brett stretched her and no matter how eager they were, she loved even more, that Brett would let her adjust accordingly.
One thing that she loved just as much though, was how quickly her man went from being cautious and caring, to being a complete animal again. Within a second of Santana bucking her hips, signalling Brett to move, he was jack-hammering into the girl; the heels digging into his ass cheeks driving him in deeper and deeper into Santana. He was reaching the deepest spots inside his girlfriend, spots that he didn't even knew existed every time he bottomed out inside the Latina, with the tip of his length kissing her cervix.
Santana was in complete ecstasy with ever harsh, rough thrust; writhing under the blonde as she dragged her nails down his muscular back, breaking the skin.
Brett whimpered, nipping at Santana's pulse point to leave a possessive mark. He loved when Santana left scratch marks down his back, especially when he knew that they would drive the girl wild when she saw them just days later.
Santana cried out in a mixture of unintelligible languages as she felt the familiar tightening in her stomach. Those sounds, along with the hypnotizing sound of their skin slapping together only spurred Brett on until finally, he tipped over the edge, bringing Santana over with him. Santana's spasming walls sucked Brett in deeper and deeper as she trembled beneath him. With the Latina's back arched like a taut bow, he wrapped his arms around the girl, kissing her sweaty chest as the two of them slowly came down.
"I love you," Santana whispered lazily, with her usual sex-induced smile.
"I love you too, baby," Brett whispered as he held the girl close. "More than anything."
Santana knew that she wouldn't be awake in the morning in time to tell the boy to have a safe flight so after a long, lingering kiss, the girl whispered, "have a safe flight tomorrow, baby. Call me when you're there too."
"I will," Brett promised, kissing Santana's forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart..."
"Night," Santana smiled warmly, before she fell asleep in strong arms.