"We don't have a lot of time," Rachel Berry muttered under her breath to her boyfriend Finn. They were walking down the hallways, hands swinging, the usual dopey grin on his face. She always got paranoid when they were going to do this - she took a quick look around to make sure no one was looking at them oddly.
"How do you stay so calm?" she asked him, and he turned his head to look at her. His expression was perfect for someone just talking to his crazy girlfriend.
"I have no idea," he said, pulling her closer to him. She nuzzled her nose into his arm, beaming. They strolled out the front doors of the building, Rachel reaching up on her toes for a kiss. He gave it to her, and gestured to her car.
They were laughing now as they both crawled into the backseat. Finn had to put his knees up - his body was much too long for her car. She got on top of him, facing the opposite direction, and licked her lips. "It's been too long," she said, unzipping his pants.
"Mm-hmm," he agreed, flipping up her skirt, "my place tonight?" She pulled down his boxers and nodded, smirking at the sight before her. She felt, with a start, his fingers inside her panties and gasped out a 'oh.'
They slid them down past her knees, which were on either side of his head and angled up against the windows awkwardly. "I forgot how hard it is to do this in my car," she giggled. He cut her laugh short with a quick lap of her clit.
"Get to work," he ordered, his voice teasing. She obliged him, her tongue reaching out to lick down his length. His tongue circled her clit similarly. She began to bob her head on him quickly, his fingers pushing inside of her.
They began a steady rhythm. When he slowed down, she slowed down, licking the sides of his cock. Their pleasure depended on each other - if Finn hit that spot, she would suck him down deep into her throat. This was one of Rachel's favorite kinds of reaching an orgasm, she thought as his fingers curled inside of her. A white fire was building behind her eyelids.
"Finn!" she said, releasing his cock from her mouth with a pop. His stimulation stopped entirely. She protested for a mere moment before going back to her previous ministrations. He did so as well, his fingers traveling at the same pace as her tongue.
"You can cum," he said, separating his lips from her cunt. He knew once she did he could as well. "You know. If you want to," She nodded against his penis and his lips wrapped around her clit. He began to suck hard, waiting for her screams.
She pushed her head all the way down on him, and he felt himself cumming as well. "Fuck, Rach," he muttered, but continued to suck on her. She was writhing above him as she swallowed all he had to give her.
"Finn? Rachel?" They both looked up to see Mr. Schuester with a confused look on his face.