Singing of Lust
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee I am not that cool.
I feel her fingers trail down my bare back, in the dark. The covers wrapped around my cold feet. I feel her hot breath hitting the back of my neck. She makes my heart jump, I need no light to see her face. I have it memorized I have her whole body stuck in my mind. I know where to touch her, lick her, kiss her, bite her, and breath on her. My tore shirt sitting right in front of me, helping me remember this is just sex.
"Rachel" she growls, rushing me already.
I know she wants me I don't want to make her wait. Her inpatient body, pressing hard against me. This won't last, this secret will be forgotten. Sometimes it makes me want to cry. This started a week ago in a empty cold bathroom at school. Ever since that day she never stopped wanting more. She had Santana but Santana must not be doing something right. I grin because I am better at Santana at pleasing her own girlfriend, this is payback.
I never have thought this way before never have been so cruel and filled with bad intentions. But Brittany's touch lingered on my skin, it was something you just couldn't wash off.
"Fuck" I gasp out. When she licks my neck and bites down hard.
I have her marks all over me some faded some stayed. Brittany wasn't my first, Quinn was. Quinn's touch added fuel to the fire when we were under her sheets. But eventually Brittany's touch was the icy cool touch that put out everything me and Quinn had. Quinn was soft and gentle with my body she left her marks where they couldn't be seen. Maybe she was trying to keep me a secret too or she really did care about how my body felt.
Brittany's right hand grips my breast and my head yanks back to brush against her shoulder. Her other hand brushes down my stomach just a centimeter away. Brittany is skillful at creating pleasure. I have seen Santana's glares before, many of times. Maybe just because I sing better than her or that she knows I am fucking her girlfriend. But if she knew she probably try to kill me. But there is something else in her eyes when she see Brittany gets too close to me in the hallway.
Santana is the type of girl who takes what she wants. Or if she loses something she wins it back. Why isn't she doing it now? Technically I have had sex with Santana too. That sort of gets me hot. Everything about Santana turns me on though. Even when she gives me those awful insults. Brittany is the same. All the Cheerios are just irresistible. Brittany's hand slips in my underwear and I quickly grab and squeeze her wrist, not to tell her to stop but to give her the permission she wants.
"Your mine" she whispers, huskily in my ear.
I shiver as my back presses against her naked body.
"No I'm not, your mine" I growl.
I force out of her grip and turn her around to push her down forcefully against the bed. I can almost feel her smile, when I press my knee deep between her legs. Her arms shoot up with her hands looking for somewhere to grip. Her nails press deep into the skin of my shoulders, and I grab her wrists, forcing them down each side of her.
"If this is a competition for the dominate one I win." I whisper pressing my knee closer to her already soaked core.
She moans loud enough to think she was singing, singing of lust. I remove my knee and stare down at her.
"I know you still want me but I want to hear you say it." I whisper, still with my tight grip on her wrists.
"I want you" she whimpers.
I smile and ask "you want me to what."
"Fuck me" she breaths out.
"Louder" I command.
"I want you to fuck me!"
"Then say I am better than Santana."
"Your better than Santana you touch me way better than her. I fucking want you to fuck me."
I let go of one of her wrist and drag my hand down, between her breast to her core.
"Please" she begs
"Don't worry Brittany I will make the wait worthwhile. Just like I did with Quinn and Santana"
