I was listening to Jealousy by Medina and I had this idea in my head and I needed to write it. There is going to be two chapters, nothing more. Hope you'll like it and please, leave a review :) I'm going to update BIBO next :D
It had been two years since that Valentine's night and only a year since we had begun to see each other more often with Santana. We had never talked about what this supposedly meant or what it might become. Santana respected the first time I had told her that it was only once for me, she never insisted on asking me if I was sure of what it was or if I had ever questioned my sexuality. I could not tell if it was because she really respected my clarification that night or because she knew that if we touched that topic we were going to shout and fight again or maybe she really didn't even matter. And the truth was that neither of us was paying attention to what was emerging between us. Maybe we liked how things were going, spontaneous encounters without leaving aside the friendship and thus we were getting used to seeing each other but without clarifying the feelings or what each one looked for. But everyone knows that there is always a time when things must be defined before they are ruined altogether. And so it began.
All the drama began once I had decided to go to spend a few days I was free to NY with the invitation too insistent of Rachel. I had arrived just in time for dinner, and then I changed my clothes so I could go to the bar where Santana worked with my friends. Her eyes were surprised to see me but she did not care to hide or conceal how her eyes travelled through my body intensely for several seconds before greeting me. As much as we tried to hide, the eyes spoke for themselves and the attraction was more than mutual. After a few hours, when I had lost sight of the brunette, I asked one of her co-workers where she had gone and she indicated me that she went to get more drinks from the tank and that I could go get her.
"Need some help?"
"Jesús Quinn, you almost gave me a heart attack ", Santana was startled and almost dropped a couple of bottles she was holding in her hand. " It wouldn't hurt a little help ", she said and handed me the bottles indicating me to put them in a drawer.
"Santana López recognizing that she needs help? Oh my god, the apocalypse must be approaching", I said jokingly and she pushed my shoulder.
"Do not make me regret letting you stay here with me"
"I thought you had finished your shift and gone without greeting or spending time with us," I said once I saw that she was putting some bottles.
"Fear that I left you alone with Hummel and Berry, Q?" She said with a cheeky smile, while reaching for other bottles and our hands brushed, causing our eyes to fuse automatically, as if we both wanted to know if we had felt that electric shock. She looked away and leave the bottles somewhere.
"I don't know why you are here Quinn, but I'm glad to see you again" the brunette smiled at me and I saw a little concern in her eyes. Even if she did not recognize it, I knew that in her mind she was afraid that the night we spent together would have spoiled our friendship. I didn't know what to answer her, so I just smiled at her and started playing with my fingers. The nerves were gaining ground. I approached her when I saw that she wasn' too strong to lift a drawer and once we moved it, our eyes merged again. They were like magnets, we always ended up looking for each other and there was that intensity ... which was more than enveloping.
"Santana–", I whispered but before I could say anything, I had his body attached to mine and suddenly I felt the air change and ... it was hotter than usual. Yes, it was the air changing. Or my temperature? Anyway.
"Shhh", she whispered against my lips and before kissing me she looked at me again to check if I wanted the same too. I must have been very transparent and obvious because without hesitation, her lips absorbed mine and-
And the world vanished at that moment.
All I could feel was her lips, the intensity in them, her softness and the desire I had that she would continue and wanted more. I needed more. And from what I saw when we separated for a few seconds, so did she. I didn't question anything when she took my hand and then we took a taxi, where the kisses continued but this time her hands were added to torture me. Before I knew what was happening, Santana had paid the taxi driver and was already opening the door of her apartment to corner me against the door. I didn't say anything to interrupt the wonderful sensations that she made me feel. I decided it was best to get carried away by the things of the moment. I did not need any more complications in my life and apparently Santana was not looking for them either.
And in the blink of an eye, we were already naked among the sheets.
In the morning, I was the first to wake up and after taking a shower, I went to the kitchen to eat something because my body needed the calories that were burned. In a few minutes I heard someone awake too, so I made two cups of coffee. Rachel immediately appeared with deep dark eye bugs, but with a huge smile. The opposite of what would be Santana once she got up (I thought and I was not mistaken).
"Quinn! Good morning, thank you for the coffee. It's very kind of you", she came to greet me and sat next to me on the sofa after looking for something to accompany the cafe. "Did you come back earlier last night with Santana? Because I didn't see you anymore", Rachel asked curiously and I started to get nervous without knowing what to answer.
"If it were not for my help, our queen would have given a nice show with her nakedness–"
"Santana!", I interrupted what she was going to say without knowing why she was doing that. The latina did not even greet us, she was directly looking for a cup of coffee wearing just her underwear.
"I don't believe you, Santana", Rachel replied.
"You don't? Then why don't you tell her who you were cornered with, Quinn? From what I saw there was someone with their hands all over you last night–" Santana continued with an evil smile, causing Rachel to open her eyes and her mouth wide and she looked at me searching if there was any truth in what her friend was saying . Which was worse because I could not say anything and I could feel my cheeks burning of shame. How was it possible for Santana to enjoy this situation? Bitch.
"Shut the fuck up, Santana", I warned her staring at her wanting to wring her smile with a slap.
"Oh my god! It's true! But, wait. Weren't you seeing your professor?", my friend asked me confused and suddenly I wanted to kill the two people I had in front of me.
"Professor? You never mentioned any teacher last night, Quinnie, "I could see the intensity in the brunette's eyes, which made me swallow hard.
"Well, at least you were lucky last night", Rachel said reluctantly, trying to change the subject to see that she had said something she did not have to say. "Oh, it's getting late. I'll see you later! ", The brunette hurried to clean her mug she had used and left giving us kisses in the air and whispering 'sorry' before closing the door. Once the door was closed, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply because I knew Santana would not let go of what Rachel had said.
"So, a profesor uh? Tasting oldies, Quinn? I thought your experimentation phase was already over with me on Valentine's night", She told me with a serious and once provocative attitude. Although I really didn't know what she wanted to know or where she wanted to get with that.
"Why did you have to say that to Rachel? Couldn't you say directly that we were tired and wanted to sleep?", I questioned her after rolling my eyes and avoiding what she had said before.
"Easy there, Lucy Q. I could feel that you were having a crisis and to make it less obvious I thought it was the best way. Besides, I could read your mind going crazy thinking Rachel suspected that something had happened between us–"
"There is nothing between us," I clarified immediately without realizing it and leaving us in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.
"That was my point," she said, staring at me. Immediately I looked down and took the coffee cups to go to clean them so I could release the nerves and restlessness I had. Which became quite another thing when I felt a pair of arms wrapping around behind me. The brunette's hands immediately found my breasts beneath my t-shirt and her lips had begun to leave a path of wet kisses behind my ear.
"Santana–"
"So, Rachel's gone and Hummel's staying at his boyfriend's and, do you know what that means?"
"Huh, what?", I managed to articulate words while getting lost in what Santana was provoking me. It was amazing how she managed to hypnotize my body, she could do anything that she was always going to get some response.
"That I've got hours to make you scream with my strap on and do things to you that your dear professor will never be able to", she said on my ear with that sex voice of hers and I almost died. I erased my thought about Santana trying to be possessive with me and claiming me.
"Fuck, Santana", I moaned picturing on my mind the brunette fucking me with her strap on and I felt how my intimate walls contracted at that image. I turned to kiss her with all the need I felt. Santana received my lips and then her tongue asked permission to enter my mouth. When her tongue found mine and her hands travelled down my back to the bottom of my buttocks to indicate that she wanted my legs around her, I knew I was lost. In seconds I was on her bed and naked. Yes, that was her undeniable ability. To say that I needed her was nothing in compare what I was feeling. I frowned when I felt her warmth away from me and I opened my eyes to see what she was about to do. Serious mistake. Santana was not joking when she said she wanted to fuck me with her strap on. The brunette was reaffirming it, looking at me with that predatory smile and those dark eyes like coal. I do not even know when she managed to undress. Santana's powers, I guess. My heart began to accelerate more and more and my legs automatically opened. But she shook her head and motioned for me to approach her with her index finger. At that moment I remembered the famous phrase of twilight which I always thought was absurd about the lion and the sheep. Although it was not love this time. It was more about passion, fire, combustion. At that moment I was her prey and she was definitely going to devour me.
"Come here, Q", she said to me in that hoarse voice so that I could approach her. When I managed to move, I tried not to look so much at her strap on. I was nervous somehow. Although I had already been with men, with Santana was differently. I knew in my heart that it was going to be completely different what was going to happen. I tried to remove the distance between us to feel her lips again, but I let out a scream as a sudden movement made me turn and fall on the bed. It had baffled me at first but then I understood why that had happened.
Santana was going to take me from behind.
With her strap on.
Ok.
My chest began to shake uncontrollably and when I wanted to take off my body with my arms from the sheets, I felt Santana put on top of me.
"Stay like that", the latina ordered me in my ear and my body involuntarily arched when I felt the presence of her fake dick.
"Do not give me orders, Santana," I managed to respond by trying to challenge her, which was worse.
"Don't pretend this doesn't make you all wet Quinn, I can smell your excitement from here and I'm more than sure that if my fingers would touch you right now, I'd confirm my theory." I hated at some point that I had to admit that she was absolutely right. I was so turned on that I could not stand it. Before I could protest, I felt something on my eyes. Santana was bandaging me. Immediately my body became stiff and tense. I didn't like the idea.
"What the hell are you doing–", I tried to get away from her and take whatever I had on my eyes.
"Just, relax. Ok? Trust me, please", that 'trust me, please', touched something inside me. I felt Santana resume her kisses on my neck and back, trying to make me relax.
"Ok", I whispered and left all at her disposition. My body felt like hell. I felt her hands travel all over my body and then she turned me back on the bed. Her attitude again baffled me. I thought she was going to take me in that moment and in that pose, but something clicked on it and decided otherwise. Maybe she had thought that I resisted or was not the kind of girl to do it? I felt disappointed for a moment until I felt her body move between my legs. The feeling of not knowing what was going to happen, of not seeing what was going to happen or how she was, was inexplicable. I was restless and anxious. Patience was never one of my virtues.
"Santana–" my voice was already begging for her to do something. Her fleshy lips silenced me at once.
"Shhh. Just, feel", she said against my lips and then I felt her precious mouth approaching my breast. My back arched instinctively to her and my hands grabbed her strong back. I needed to feel her closer. That wasn't enough. When her tongue was toying with my right nipple, I was going crazy. I just wanted to throw that stupid thing that was covering my eyes away so badly. It was really annoying. Or maybe it was too much.
"You're so wet", she said on my neck when her fingers finally got their destination. I was already digging my nails on her back.
"Santana, if you don't fuck me right now–" She massaged my cunt with her hand silencing me. I was sopping wet already. She slipped one, and then two fingers in, pumping them furiously in and out of my wet pussy. I gasped as I rode up and down on her fingers. I brought my hands behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing it.
"Always so impatient, Fabray", she played with my body all the time she wanted.
Her mouth found mine again, and I tasted beer, which would normally be appalling to me, but tonight it made me even hornier, and my pussy leaked juices all around her hand. Her left hand came down and grabbed my tit roughly in her fingers as her other hand pumped my wet cunt.
I thought I could come any second when she abruptly stopped. I was breathing so hard and I still had covered my eyes helping me to focus on my orgasm even more. Her mouth found mine once again. She was an amazing kisser. I was in heaven as her mouth moved down my neck and in between my breasts. I could feel her smiling at how flustered I was. She reached down two fingers and pushed them up into me again, bringing her mouth down to suck my nipple. She alternated between breasts while her fingers pushed up into my pussy, and her finger swirled my clit. I was moaning and pushing the back of her head into my breasts harder when she retired her fingers and I was about to insult her and slap her but then, I felt a different pressure on my entrance. I tensed once again.
"It's ok", I heard her voice trying to calm me down and she kissed me fervently. Then she took the bandage off and our eyes fused. She returned her kisses and stopped once again when she put the tip of the dildo on my entrance. I kissed her with all I had and she started to push it inside and– God it felt good. I gasped. I hadn't actually gotten a complete look at her cock, but from the feel, it was enormous. She pumped in and out of me, slowly at first to cover the dick with my juices, then she pushed in as far has she could go and started an amazing rhythm. I moaned and grabbed her back to hold myself, and I rocked back on her dick. It was amazing. I couldn't remember the last time it felt so good to get fucked like that. Well, without regard Valentine's. She was so big that she filled me completely. I wouldn't be left desiring anything that night.
"Fuck, Santana", those were the only words that scape from my mouth. The way she moved against me, the angle, her kisses, her touches, everything was getting too much. I felt like I was on fire. Santana just knew how to drive me that wild that sometimes she scared the shit out of me.
"You're so beautiful", she whispered on my ears and I just moaned to that. I could feel her everywhere and she accelerated her movements. In and out. In and out. And I just needed more and more from her.
"I bet he's never made you feel like this", she said against my lips and all I could think in that moment was that I needed her lips back on me. "Tell me, Quinn", Santana demanded and stopped moving.
"Santana, what the–"
"Tell me that I am the best you ever had", she insisted and trusted in brusquely making me moan.
"Fuck, Santana. You're the best I ever had, now can you just fuck me?", I asked her, I was starting to get angry seeing that she didn't continue what she was doing, but she was already forgiven when she moved again. I was still so wet that she slid in and out gracefully. I couldn't help myself but cried out "God yes. God yes, fuck me! Santana!" My moaning and my screaming for her to fuck me must have worked because suddenly she grabbed both of wrists and yanked them backwards, holding onto them as she fucked me into oblivion. I could hardly see straight, as she kept pounding into me. I felt the way the tip of her fake cock was continuously hitting my g-spot making me scream and beg for her to fuck me harder. To fuck me into oblivion. And of course, Santana fulfilled my needs.
"I'm gonna-Ugh-fuck! Santana!", I couldn't help but scream louder and louder every time she hit that spot inside of me. I whimpered and clasped at her hip and waist and arm.
"Jesus Christ," I heard her mutter against me.
"Kiss me" I whimper. As she thrusted fast, hard and deep into me she swallowed my moans as they erupted from my throat. Then, I felt her arms trying to put my legs on her shoulders. Her lips wrapped around a nipple, tugging on it with her teeth, a scream tearing through my body.
She pulled away and placed her sweaty forehead on mine, staring deep into my eyes.
"Cum for me, babe." she smirked down at me, realizing how my body gets shaky and weak.
That was all I needed. As hard as it was, I kept my eyes open and screamed multiple swears as I came hard around her. She groan at the same time I moaned as she rode out our highs.
We stayed that way for a few minutes until she pulled out and collapsed against me.
"That was amazing" I kiss her cheek with a giggle after a few minutes as I played with her soft hair.
"Was I too rough?" The redness of her cheeks came back but in a timid/shy type of way that I've never seen on her.
"Not at all- it was perfect. And I wanna see more of that"
She lifted her head from my breast and suddenly I was on my hands and knees. Then she leaned back on her knees in between my legs.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week", she promised as I pointed my ass at her. She didn't waste any time before I felt her at my opening. She pushed herself into me. I gasped. My tits were hanging freely below me and I was still so wet that she slid in easily.
And she did. The orgasm came hard and huge. I wailed and cried out how much I loved her fucking cock and how kept punching into me as if it were only five minutes old instead of 55. I felt my cunt release hot liquid again as I screamed out and lost all modicum of decorum. And she was right. I felt so exhausted after the brutal fucking, that I could barely feel my legs.
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We started to visit each other since that weekend. One day, it was my turn to travel to NY, things started to get… somehow complicated. We were chilling in my friend's apartment after having dinner. We decided to watch some stupid tv show and drink wine, since we were already approaching at the end of the month and, well, not going out for a night, never killed anyone. Suddenly, Santana's phone that was on the table began to ring and Rachel grabbed it to see from who was the call.
"Stacey!, yeah, it's nice to hear you, too! Santana is right –", she screamed as Santana tackled her on the couch so she could get her phone back. I didn't say anything, I just kept watching what was happening in front of me.
"Hey, erm, No, I can't", Santana turned to see me and I didn't know why she did it. I felt like I was disturbing her plans with another girl and, that thought made me uncomfortable. "My best friend is here so–yeah. I'll catch up with you later, ok? Bye"
"So, Quinn, are you still seeing this guy?", I really wanted to ask Santana who was that girl on the phone and why she never mentioned her before in any of our calls we always had every day, but Rachel tried to get some information from my life and, I didn't know why but it'd always got me uncomfortable every time people asked me about my professor.
"She meant if you are still fucking your old, let's hope not fat, professor. Oh, this actually interest me. Is he fat? Does he–"
"Shut up, Santana. And no, Rachel. We ended things", I interrupted the latina and gave the news to my friend. What surprised me the most was Santana's reaction. She fixed her eyes on me for a moment very seriously and shocked.
"Oh, Why? Since when? You didn't tell me–"
"Jesus, midget. Would you seriously stop playing your 20 questions game? You're so dense sometimes, indeed, all the fucking time. She didn't tell you because –"
"I was going to call you or even invited you to come over to my apartment so we could have some friends time", I said before Santana finished her sentence making Rachel cry. The small girl was really sensitive respect friendship.
"Thanks, Quinn. We could have coffee tomorrow so you'll give me all the details", she said smiling and I agreed. Once established that, she stood up and waved goodbye so she could go to bed.
"You should be nicer to her. She's your friend too, you know?" I tried to give Santana an advice but I knew it was in vain from the way she approached to me.
"I wanted to kiss you all night", she said and attacked my mouth. I wasn't complaining but, I hated when people avoided me. Kiss after kiss, we ended on her bed, our bodies tangled in the sheets. And suddenly, I really wanted to know who that girl she was talking to was. I was going to ask her at some point.
"So, my fake dick was the cure for your sick adventure with your professor?", she sounded so proud of that night. Well, how could she not be. It was fucking amazing. I just glared at her and then she leaned and kissed me vigorously.
"Who is Stacey?", I asked once I could get away from her demanded lips. Santana frowned and she let out a frustrated sigh.
"She's some chick I've met one night at the bar. Some friends introduced us. Now that you know, can we –", she leant and I put my hand on her chest so I could put some distance between us.
"Did she want to see you?", I asked and she nodded. "Why did you decline her offer, then?"
"Why would I want to do anything with her having my girl here?", she answered me and tried to lean again.
"You have no girls in here, Santana", I said trying to stop her hands wondering on my body under the sheets. I really didn't know why I did it. Maybe I wanted to see her reaction and well, it wasn't good and that confused me somehow. I felt her body freeze over me and her eyes said something I couldn't understand. Then, she quickly turned on her bed to start looking for her clothes. I sighed deeply and tried to calm her a bit.
"Santana, where are you going? It's late and–"
"I need some fresh air", she cut me off and before I could stop her, she was gone.
I wanted to cry that night. I needed to feel her arms around my waist and the warmth of her body wrapping me so I could sleep, but it was late. Santana was out and I didn't know where or with whom she was.
The day after, it was already my time to leave the city and I ask Santana if she could take me to the airport. She hesitated to answer but ended up nodding her head. Since we took the taxi until the moment I had to say goodbye to her, the silence that separated us was horrible. I knew then that something was changing between us. Without realizing I had pushed things a little and I wanted them to be back as they were before.
"Well, I'll see you then", I said to the latina and she agreed. I just couldn't let her go without tasting those fleshy lips one last time and knowing we were ok. So, I took courage and grabbed her by her neck to kiss her. I closed my eyes so I couldn't see her reaction, I was afraid to see her rejecting me. I felt my chest lighten as I felt her hands wrap around my waist to get me closer to her body. I kissed her smile. We kissed until it was time to say goodbye. We didn't say anything, but things went back to normal. Our eyes had that talk and we knew that at some point we would have to face things. Our relationship was already different and we could not escape from reality.
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