A/N Chapter one is now beta'd as is this chapter, thank you to my two lovely beta's and thank you to who reviewed and to all of you who put the story on alert.
Chapter 2. On the Piano.
Rachel Berry leaned over the shiny black piano, her back to the door. She paid zero attention to the sheet music before her, her body taut, her heart roaring in her ears. She only tilted her head when she looked up at the clock of the small music room, twenty-three minutes before the bell would ring, signaling the next class of the day. He was coming. Right now, he was walking out of the cafeteria where she had left him with their friends, if he felt like it, maybe he would give them an excuse as to why he was chasing after her, but most likely, he would shoot them the same teasing smirk he had shot her when she whispered where she was going before getting up and walking out. And while some of the original Glee members might not get it, their innocence or better yet their belief in hers was actually kind of cute. The guys like Matt and Mike had seen right off the looks she and Noah had shot each other, at least she thought they did, if their smirks where anything to go by. She sighed as she pressed her forehead to the cool piano. She was crazy. Everyone always told her she was but now she was starting to see the validity of their argument.
Contrary to the popular belief of the McKinley High population, she wasn't a prude, her plaid outfits and ambition did not make her a nun. And while she didn't have a lot of physical experience before Noah, he hadn't corrupted her; her brain had been warped a long time ago. She hadn't lied in the celibacy club either; girls did think and want sex as much as guys, and she? She wanted it more than the average girl, but then again, could anyone really blame her? She was dating Noah Puckerman, a guy who was built like a god and had the reputation of one, and for once the hype was well worth the effort. Noah was all people whispered and more, especially more because she knew he loved her.
But that still didn't change the fact that she was crazy. When she handed him her little list that morning it had been out of boredom from the class they had just shared and the amusement she knew she would get out of his momentary shock. And it had, the moment she was out of ear shot, she had laughed herself silly, her peers had given her odd looks as she doubled over with laugher. Of course the next time she'd seen him, the shock had worn off and the heated looks he had thrown her way had her shifting in her seat, trying to alleviate the pulsing between her thighs. She was way in over her head here but that was what Noah did to her, being around him always made her want to do things that no one would believe even entered her brain.
She loved to push him, loved to provoke him because he would be right there pushing back, showing her that if she could make him ache, he could make her ache worse. Sweet David, did he make her ache? While their relationship wasn't all about sex, it was a damn healthy part of it − the way he touched her made her feel beautiful, the way he used his mouth on her should be outlawed if it wasn't so much fun, and when he was inside her, god when he was inside her, she swore that she could touch the stars with how high he took her.
The warm body that pressed itself against her back brought her out of her thoughts. She didn't have time to turn around before one hand gripped her hip keeping her in place, the other brushing her hair to the side, giving his beautiful mouth access to her neck. She could feel every inch of him, the way his jean-clad legs was brushing against the back of her knees, his hardness when he pulled her hips back into him, grinding into her. Layers of clothes between them and yet they might as well been naked. His lips and teeth were working overtime on her neck but she didn't bother reprimanding him for the marks she was sure he was leaving, he never listened anyway. He loved to brand her. The hand that wasn't holding her in place had moved its way around her, his fingers dancing over her belly button before slowly working its way under her loose shirt, the pads of his fingertips, calloused from his pool business and hours of playing the guitar, set goose-bumps on her skin as they trailed upward to her breast, her nipples hard when his hand covered her molding and shaping her through her bra.
"Noah," she whispered. "The door?"
"Locked, baby, thank you for taking care of the shades," He answered, giving her nipple a slight twist, smiling into her hair when she moaned and rubbed her bottom into him. "I've been thinking about this since this morning, Berry. I can't wait… all the places you want me to take you. I've been walking around with a hard-on for hours."
When she tried to turn around to face him, he once again held her in place, whispering that was how he wanted her, so even though she wanted to look at him, she listened and followed his instructions when he told her to place her hands on the piano and stick her lower half out. He pulled her skirt up, letting it rest at her waist, leaving her exposed. He stepped away from her and she got wetter, knowing he was staring. Noah had a deep appreciation for her legs and her ass which was covered by a small thong that served no practical purpose other than to drive her boyfriend crazy. If the curse Noah murmured was anything to go by, then her Victoria Secret purchase had accomplished its goal. Hooking his fingers at the tiny waistband he lowered her flimsy underwear and helped her step out of them.
"I want those back, Noah," She warned.
"You're lucky you don't walk to school, Babe, cause with these on and those small skirts of yours, you'd be giving one hell of a show if a strong wind came along," He answered back and her heart jumped to her throat when she realized she could feel his breath on the back of her thighs. "Now spread those dancer legs for me."
She tried to widen her stand but the tremble that had started when she realized what he was going to do prevented her from moving but an inch. He chuckled softly and said her name, his voice filled with so much affection which surprised her that this was the same guy that had slushied her for the better part of her high school career. He moved his hands up her legs, higher and higher until his knuckles brushed against her trimmed curls and softly spread her to his liking.
"Relax, Rach," He said to her, his lips pressed against her ass before giving with a nibble that cause her to laugh out loud.
His fingers drew circles over the soft skin of the inside of her thigh, close to where she wanted him but never touching her where she needed the most. By now she was soaked and when he finally took pity on her and parted her lips, his fingers were drenched. His finger sought out the hidden small bundle of nerves, dragging the moisture that was seeping out of her over it, rolling her clit between his thumb and index.
"Noah," She whined as he continued to play with her, it was too much and yet not enough and when he put his mouth on her, his tongue running over her before pressing it at her opening while his hand continued to rub her, she wanted to yell out finally. She was acutely aware that she was grinding herself into his face but he didn't seem to mind as he ate her out like a man who hadn't had food in weeks. She chanted his name as her body tightened up and when he pulled on her clit she came like a rocket, black spots danced behind her eyelids, her hand gripped the piano edge harder and she once again had to lean her forehead on it, breathing heavy and trembling a hundred times harder than before.
She heard him standing up behind her and the tousle of clothes but paid him no mind, she was too busy trying to keep herself upright and not sink into the floor. He came back to her, pressing himself like he had when he first walked into the music room, this time there wasn't any layer of clothes separating them. He gripped her hips once again, angling her to his pleasure; he grazed the tip of his dick over her sensitive clit and once again chuckled at her moan.
"You want it, Sweetheart," He whispered hotly into her ear. "Tell me, Rach, tell me."
"Noah, please," She whispered back. "Please, now."
He grabbed hold of himself and lined himself up to her opening, thrusting to the hilt, groaning for her this time as her walls, warm and wet, clenched around him. Pulling back and driving forward again, he took her hard, over and over, enjoying her heat and the way it nearly scalded him, loving the way her body slapped against him when she started to meet him with thrusts of her own. That was his girl, giving as well as she got. He felt his body quickly reaching the end, so he circled her clit once more and when he felt her spasms, he followed her over the edge.
Laying on her back for a second while his heart rate lowered to normal levels and his body softened, he peppered her with small kisses; once he was sure they had calmed down, he pulled out of her. Tucking himself back into his jeans first and then helping her lower her skirt, she turned around and he finally saw her brown eyes that now sparkled with happiness and mischief. He waggled his eyebrows at her and laughed when she blushed, pulling her to him, they wrapped their arms around each other's waist. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and finally her lips.
"You are one of a kind, Baby," he murmured when she tucked her face into his chest. Looking up he saw that they only had a few minutes before the bell rung. Sighing, he pulled away from her and dug into his jean pocket, pulling out her underwear and pressing it into her hands. She blushed again and he smiled as he watched her gather her things, knowing she would be headed to the bathroom to fix herself up. As she left, he pulled out the piece of paper that had started this. Reaching number ten on the list, he checked it off, after all, what they had just done totally counted as doing it on a piano.
Picking up his own things, he made his way out of the room with a wide smile on his face that had nothing to do with the fact that when the bell rang and the marching band walked in to practice, they all looked at one another, wondering why the room smelled of sweat and sex. Nothing at all.
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