Spoilers: Up to 'Power of Madonna' though other back 9 stuff may appear if I think it's applicable.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Also, some of this is from Puck's viewpoint, and he's kind of an offensive guy, so I'd like to point out that his viewpoints don't always reflect mine.
A/N: I'm starting a brand new story! Yay! This chapter is definitely a hard M, but future chapters will be rated mostly for Puck's mouth (at least for a while). Also, I totally wasn't sure what to call it, so if the title seems off or something, that's why. Please read this and let me know what you think! Thanks!
The music was thumping in the crowded house. There was a crush of bodies in the living room and Rachel found the crowd extremely uncomfortable. She had taken a seat off to the side with Tina and Artie, neither of whom were too big on the crowd either. It was the end of August, so it was hot and sticky and not even the air conditioning was helping thanks to the sheer amount of people in the house and the way they kept running in and out of it.
"Guys, I think I'm just going to head home," Rachel yelled over the music. "I'm not having much fun."
Artie nodded and Tina leaned in to speak into her ear. "Have fun at Juilliard! You leave tomorrow, right?"
Rachel pulled back so that she could see Tina and bobbed her head, a wide smile on her face. She was all set to drive up to Juilliard for her freshman year tomorrow and she was very excited. She wasn't the only one leaving for school tomorrow either; in fact that's what this party was for. Mike had decided to throw one final blowout for all of his friends. Of course, as parties tend to do, what had started out as just the jocks from his various teams and the glee kids had turned into half their graduating class plus several of Mike's friends who had graduated the previous year. It was a very good thing that he lived out in the country where no one would call the cops on them.
Rachel stood up and waved at her two friends before turning to the crowd. Taking a deep breath, she cut through the throng of people that stretched from one wall to the other, blocking her from leaving. As she put her elbows out to keep everyone from running her down, an overenthusiastic dancer hit her in the back, knocking her painfully into the back of the guy in front of her. She bounced off of him and would have fallen backward, but the guy she had bounced off of turned around and caught her by the shoulders. When she met a familiar pair of hazel eyes, she gasped.
"Noah!" she yelled. She hadn't seen him since Hanukkah services.
He smirked and mouthed, "Hey Berry."
She couldn't hear him because of the music, but she was able to read his lips (it was just one of the many areas that she was skilled in). Puck had graduated and spent the last year at Ohio State in Columbus, so, except for at temple for Hanukkah, she hadn't seen him since he graduated (she had attended for Finn, who she was dating at the time). He looked really good too; much better than she remembered, in fact. His green T-shirt clung to his muscles in just the right way and his black jeans hugged his thighs. He had also let his dark hair grow out so that it was no longer in that ridiculous mohawk that he wore all through high school (she hadn't noticed that at Hanukkah). She was so absorbed in studying him that she jumped when warmth brushed over her ear.
"Keep looking at me like that and I might think you want to cheat on Finn," he breathed out.
"We broke up at graduation," she responded back.
She and Finn had dated for most of her junior year (his senior) and all of her senior year. It was easy because he was going to school at the junior college in town, but he had been accepted at the University of Illinois for the upcoming year and with her heading to Juilliard, they had decided that it was smartest to break up.
"Shit, Berry, you're single?" Puck asked, his head still right next to hers.
She felt a rush of warmth through her body at the tone of his voice. She knew that tone; he was about to proposition her and she had a feeling he wouldn't just be joking the way he had all junior year. She also had a feeling she knew what her answer would be. She knew that she wouldn't have much free time once she got to school so that would probably mean a non-existent social life. Plus, if she had to be honest, she had always been curious if Noah was as good as the rumors claimed.
"I am definitely single."
He pulled his head back to look at her. He searched her face for several moments before his eyes heated and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the crowd. When they broke through into an open spot near the front door, Noah came to a stop and yanked her up against his chest. He let go of her wrist and pressed one hand to her lower back and cupped the back of her head with the other. She knew that if she was going to back out, she needed to do it now. Her body was so hot that she knew she wouldn't though.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and met him halfway. The instant her lips touched his, she felt a spark flare in her stomach and she knew there was no going back tonight. When he ran his tongue over her lips, she opened her mouth to him. As he slanted his mouth over hers to deepen the kiss further and pressed her closer to him with the hand on her lower back, Rachel could feel that he was already stiff against her stomach. That rock hard length sent a rush of wetness between her thighs.
He pulled back. "Fuck, Berry, we're going upstairs."
When he started to pull her toward the nearby stairs, she dug her heels into the carpet jerking him to a halt. He turned to gaze at her questioningly.
"I am not having sex with you in Mike's house," she shouted over the music.
Puck frowned at her and she thought that he looked almost disappointed.
She gave him an innocent smile. "My dads are out of town."
When he yelled, "Fuck yeah!" so loudly that she heard him clear as day and led her to the front door, she giggled. She was suddenly very glad that she had come to Mike's party.
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As Puck followed Berry to her house, he was fucking glad that he had stopped by Mike's party. He wasn't sure he'd see anyone that he actually wanted to see, but Mike was still one of his dudes, so he had decided to see the guy before Mike headed off to Texas for school tomorrow. Plus he had figured that he could get laid because he knew that some of the girls in Mike's class would be there. He never would have guessed that he'd be fucking Berry before the night was out though. She didn't seem like the one night stand type. But, who was he to argue? He knew that she sure as hell knew that one night was all he was interested in. It would be a night to fucking remember though.
She looked a lot like she had the last time he saw her at temple over winter break; she definitely hadn't changed much. She had always been fucking hot though and he had known junior year after they dated for a week that if he ever had the chance to screw her he would. She had those long, tanned legs that he couldn't wait to have wrapped around him and perky breasts that would probably fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. He also bet that she was fucking flexible because she was a dancer. Tonight was going to be fucking awesome.
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As she unlocked the door and let herself and Puck into her house she couldn't believe that she was doing this. She had only had sex with one guy (Finn of course) and that was only after they had dated for six months. She was relocking the door when Puck spoke.
"You're not drunk, are you Berry?"
She shook her head. "I only had water at the party; I'm not interested in drinking alcohol until it's legal for me to do so. Have you been drinking?"
He let out a bark of laugh. "Hell no. I stopped after I got busted for it when my roommate got pulled over and charged for DUI."
She smiled up at him. "Good. So we're both in our right minds then."
"Yep." He swooped down on her and threw her over his shoulder.
She let out an indignant shriek and beat on his back with her fists. "Put me down you Neanderthal!"
"Nope." He popped the P as he carried her up the stairs to her room. She was still beating on him when he threw her in the middle of her bed.
She glared up at him. "You are so asking for me to send you home right now."
He smirked and, after removing both of their shoes, climbed onto the bed so that he was hovering over her. "I think I can change your mind."
When he dropped his lips to hers again, she immediately forgot her indignation. He just felt too good. He didn't waste any time tugging at the hem of her shirt either. They broke contact so he could pull it over her head before raining kisses down her jaw and neck, palming first one breast and then the other.
"You're so fucking hot Berry," he groaned out as she slid her hands up his back under his shirt.
He somehow got her bra off of her and sucked one nipple into his mouth, pinching and tugging on the other lightly. She moaned as fire raced to her core with every pull.
"Oh, God, Noah. I can feel it every time you do that."
She felt him smirk against her before he switched breasts and bit down gently on her other nipple. She arched into his mouth and pulled frantically at his shirt. He moved back just enough to let her pull it off of him before he began to lick and nibble his way down her stomach. She jumped when he ran a hand under her skirt and over her center on top of her panties.
"Your panties are fucking soaked Berry," he muttered, sliding his finger under them to circle her clit. "I could fuck you right now but I want to know what you taste like." He met her eyes when he said that and Rachel felt a shiver run down her body. She had never had anyone go down on her; Finn had said it was gross when she'd mentioned that she wanted to try it.
This must have shown on her face because the smile Puck gave her was positively devious. "No one has ever tasted you like I'm going to, have they?"
She couldn't do anything more than shake her head. He was still circling his finger over her clit; he ceased the motion briefly to remove her panties before he lifted her skirt up around her hips and held them down. She startled when his tongue touched her sensitive nerves and took up the motion that his finger had previously made. She wanted to arch her hips up into him but she couldn't because of the tight hold he had on them. So she settled for cupping one hand over his head and twisting her blanket in the other instead. This felt so much better than she had imagined it would.
When he pushed first one and then two fingers into her, she let out a loud cry. He was curling them up against her front wall and he had found her g-spot as if he already knew right where it was on her. He started to rub slow circles over the spot, his tongue still flicking at her relentlessly and she could feel her muscles tensing up. When the tension in her broke under his ministrations, her back bowed off the bed and she let out a long, high-pitched moan.
He moved back up her and kissed her while she recovered. When she had, she shoved him over so that he was sitting against the head board. She made quick work of his jeans (and snickered a little when she saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear), freeing him into her palm. She ran her hand over the head, gathering the liquid there, and then, gripping him in her fist, stroked him in a smooth motion until he moaned. Getting a sound out of him like that filled her with a heady rush of power. She locked her eyes with his (they were so green now) and lowered her head to lick the underside of his cock from the base to the head. She ran her tongue over the slit, before slowly taking nearly all of him in.
While she sucked and ran her tongue along his length, she continued to move her hand along the base of him that she hadn't taken in and massaged his balls with the other hand. He let out a groan and when his head fell back against the head board with a thud, she knew it was time to show him her true skill. She took her hand off the base of his cock and pulled his length all the way in until he slid down the back of her throat. Then she swallowed.
He jolted up, nearly choking her so that tears came to her eyes and she pulled back some, glaring up at him.
"Shit, sorry, Berry. But I wasn't fucking expecting that," he rasped out, threading his fingers through her hair.
She rolled her eyes at him and repeated the motion. This time when she swallowed, he held still, merely moaning out his satisfaction. When she did it a third time, he yanked her off of him by her hair.
"I'm going to be buried inside you when I fucking come," he explained roughly, unzipping her skirt and pulling it down over her hips.
She lifted her knees to get the skirt off of her and squirmed uncomfortably; she felt so empty.
When he gripped her waist and urged her onto her hands and knees, she felt a rush of liquid to her core. She had always wanted to try a position other than missionary (Finn wasn't very adventurous). Puck urged her legs further apart before positioning himself behind her. She could feel him pressed against her opening and she moved her hips back so that he slid in slightly.
"Shit, Berry, you're going to kill me aren't you?"
She looked over her shoulder at him. "If you don't fuck me soon, then yeah, I will."
He let out a groan and swiftly drove home inside of her. Grasping her hips, he set up a smooth but fast pace. He was talking to himself and his every word drove her closer to the edge.
"So fucking wet...tight...hot," he ground out.
When he moved one hand from her hip and pushed on her back between her shoulder blades so that her arms collapsed beneath her and her head was pressed to the bed, she let out a loud moan. The angle had changed and he was driving into her deeper than before, rubbing against her g-spot with every stroke as he curled his body over hers. He moved one hand to stroke her clit as his hips started to lose their rhythm and she knew that he was close.
"Fuck Berry; fucking cum," he breathed into her ear.
The words were all she needed and she used her excellent lung capacity to scream his name. He called her name with a hoarse cry as he spilled within her.
When he pulled out of her to lie on the bed, she collapsed on her stomach. That had been the hottest sex she'd ever had.
"That was just what I needed to ease the tension of heading to school tomorrow," she sighed, turning her head to face him.
He smirked over at her. "You have the fucking house to yourself tonight Berry. If you think I'm done with you, you're fucking stupid." He reached over and stroked her hair back from her eyes. "I am going to make you scream until you lose your fucking voice."
Rachel felt a thrill of anticipation. She was really, really glad that she had gone to Mike's party.
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When Rachel woke up the next day, she was alone. She had fallen asleep next to Noah, but he had clearly taken off at some point during the early morning. It didn't matter that much though; she had known it would be just one night going into it. And what a night it had been, she thought with a satiated smile.
A/N 2: I know that it's short, but it is just the prologue.