Here it is, chapter 6! I'm not happy with it, I had a hard time writing most of it in an understandable way, so I'm not sure I got all the points across correctly. Besides, it was my first attempt of writing smut, and I found out I'm terrible at it. So, I'm really nervous about this chapter and would love to hear what you think.
They were sat at the best table of Mr. Schue restaurant. The older man was there and Puck introduced Quinn to him. They chatted for a while, ordered their food, wine, and then Schuester left. Now, there was just the two of them.
Puck stared at Quinn for a while. She had soft curls on her hair and the red lipstick she wore made her eyes look green. The black, form fitting dress she was wearing showed the perfect curves of her body, and Puck couldn't help the stare he gave her when he went home, to pick her up.
Quinn noticed his stare and smiled. She liked it, when he stared at her. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful.
"It was really nice of you, doing all that. I know I already told you that, but I really appreciate it." The blonde said, smiling at him.
"Don't mention it. Growing up, birthdays were always a big deal in my house. My mom would do anything to make the day special for me and for Sarah. She took us to the movies, she played football with me, took us to the park... even though she was really busy, raising us by herself, she always manage to do something special. And is a tradition I carry with me."
Quinn smiled at that. "Your mother is a remarkable woman. I had a great time with her today." She almost felt bad about lying to Ruth. Almost. Because, if she didn't lie, she wouldn't be where she was right now. She wouldn't have met Puck.
"How about you? Any special tradition on your birthday?" asked Puck.
"Well, after I moved to New York, I met Kurt and Blaine, that are my best friends, and we always go out and get wasted on our birthdays. But growing up, I never did anything special. My parents just gave me an expensive gift and thought that their duty was done."
Puck noticed that this was a sore subject for her, and decided to focus on something else she said.
"So, Kurt and Blaine? How did you meet them?"
Quinn smiled. She loved her best friends and just talking about them made her miss them. "It was a couple of months after I got to New York. I didn't have any money, couldn't get a job and decided to drink all my sorrows away. When you're a woman, you don't need money to get drunk. So, I went to this bar and no guy offered to buy me any drinks. All of sudden, a woman started hitting on me and that's when I realized that that was a gay bar. They noticed I was a little out of place and rescued me. We've been inseparable since then."
Puck smiled as she spoke. He noticed by her tone and the look in her eyes that these two were very special to her.
They were interrupted by the waiter, that brought their food, and d a second bottle of wine.
"So, Quinn, how did you became an escort?"
"Wow, straight to the point, huh?" She said, giggling.
He nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I tend to do that."
"Well, on my first year in New York, I met a guy, a teacher at Yale, and we started dating. He made a good amount of money, he was supporting me and insisted I didn't have to work. So I didn't. I just left home to hang out with Kurt and Blaine and that was it. I realized I was turning into my mother, and that's the only thing I never wanted to become. A while later, I found out he was married and dumped him. So I was alone, with no money and no job. Being an escort was the first opportunity I had of working, so I took it."
"That sucks. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You know, my mother, she was finishing college when my dad asked her to marry him. She said yes and, after the wedding, things changed. My dad made her drop out of college and said that she didn't have to work. She did as he told her and, after that, he totally owned her. She was completely dependent on him. He made her give up everything so he had total control over her. He cheats on her, treats her badly and she lets him, because she knows she doesn't have a chance if they divorce. My father has a lot of money and has a huge influence on everyone in Savannah. My mom would never be able to get a job. Besides, she doesn't really want a divorce. She's so needy when it comes to my father, that she's fine with whatever he does to her, as long as they're able to keep up the appearances."
He looked confused. He really didn't know what her point was.
"Just wait a minute; I swear I'll make sense. Being an escort gives me total financial independency. I'm free to do as I please and no one can tell me what to do with my money and my life. And that's what I like most about it. No one has any kind of hold on me. I won't ever become my mother. And I'm really proud of that. If my job allows me so much, I've got no reason to be ashamed of it."
"You should be proud. But I don't think this feeling is about this particular job. You couldn't turn into your mother even if you tried. You're too strong for that. In fact, you could do anything you wanted, be anything you wanted to be, and still, you wouldn't go through this."
A huge smile appeared on her face. Puck had no idea how much what he just said meant to her. "Thank you."
He shrugged. "I just call it as I see it."
They chatted for a few more hours, getting to know each other better, ordered dessert, and left. They were both tipsy, from the wine, so they took a cab.
The driver pulled up on Puck's drive way and both of them got out of the car. They walked to the door and when Puck searched for the key to unlock the door, Quinn stopped him.
"Thank you. For tonight. I had a great time." She said, with a shy smile on her face.
"It was my pleasure." He said, smiling.
She got on her toes and kissed him, a real, long kiss this time, instead of just a peck.
"It felt like a real date. I thought the kiss would be appropriate."
He was taken aback at first, surprised by her actions, but didn't even hesitate as he leaned in and kissed her again.
Puck pressed Quinn against the door, without breaking the kiss, as he fumbled for the key, trying to get the right one.
He finally opened the door and the couple stumbled inside, both laughing as they regained their balance.
Ruth and Sarah were in the living room, talking about some details for the wedding reception.
Mrs. Puckerman smiled at the sight of Quinn and Puck.
"Seems that you had fun tonight!"
Quinn blushed a little, her cheeks already flushed due to all the kissing they did by the front door. She hoped Ruth or Sarah hadn't seen anything, but they probably heard them at some point.
"Yes, we had a great time."
"Now, we all should get some sleep, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Said Mrs. Puckerman.
Puck and Quinn nodded, saying their 'goodnights' and retreating to the bedroom.
When they got inside Puck's old room, Quinn closed the door behind her and, before she could think of anything else, Puck was pressing her against it. He kissed and sucked on her neck, feeling her pulse quicken, and the blonde threw her head against the door, moaning in pleasure. One of his hands made its way down her back until it reached her ass. He squeezed it, before cupping it and pressing their bodies together, as his other arm went around her waist.
Quinn could feel his arousal pressing against her front, and a burning ache pulsating in the apex of her thighs. She locked her lips with his, and walked in the direction of his bed, until they reached it. She pushed him down on the bed, took off her high heels and unzipped her dress, as Puck took of his shoes.
She straddled him, with a lust filled grin on her lips and started biting his neck, as she undid the buttons of his shirt, taking it off. She splayed her hands across his chest and abs, smiling to herself while admiring his toned torso.
Puck reacted to her touches, tugging her dress down around her waist. He took a moment to admire her perky, round breasts. They weren't too big, just the perfect size to fit his palms. He cupped them, and felt her nipples hardening under his touch. Puck teased one of her nubs with the tip of his tongue before he drew it into his mouth, gently sucking on it.
One of Quinn's hands went to his hair, pulling on it, while the other went to back of his head, pushing it closer to her. She let out a moan, and the hand that was on Puck's hair traveled down his torso, until she reached his pants. She was quick to unbutton and unzip it. The blonde touched him over his underwear, earning her a groan. She smiled again and now, her hands went inside his boxers, stroking him.
Puck grunted, muttering a 'fuck' against her skin. He mimicked her gesture and his hands went down her panties. She was soaking wet, and he decided that they had enough foreplay. He helped her up and finished pushing her dress off her, followed by her underwear. He couldn't help but admire her, in all her naked glory. She was perfect, flawless.
Quinn smiled, seeing his eyes filled with pure lust. She motioned for him to move off the bed and shoved his pants and underwear down, freeing his hardness. With a seductive smile, she pushed him back on the bed and grabbed her purse, to get protection.
The girl kneeled on the floor, on the edge of the bed, and stroked Puck's erection a few more times before putting on the condom. She straddled him again and immediately sank down on his cock. Both moaned at the feeling, and she took a moment to adjust to his size. She began riding him, finding the perfect pace.
Puck watched eagerly as Quinn's breasts bounced as she moved. Her head fell back in delight as she whispered his name. He put both hands on her hips, fastening the pace they were going and thrusting forcefully into her.
Quinn started to moan louder as she felt the familiar fire down on her abdomen. She felt Puck's fingers rubbing her clit and came undone, as waves of pleasure exploded inside of her. Biting her lower lip, she tried her best to keep riding him.
Puck felt her clenching around him and was very close. Quinn leaned on him for support, still dizzy after her release, as one of her hands scratched his back. That was all it took. He grunted, pushing into her one more time as he came. He laid down, bringing her with him, and they both stood still, panting.
"That was awesome!" said Puck, still breathless.
He felt Quinn grinning against his chest. "Yes, it was nice."
"Nice? Are you serious?"
She smiled again. She came to love to tease him. "Yes. Nice is a good thing."
"I am better than that, you know? When I'm sober."
Quinn giggled. "Of course you are."
Minutes later, Puck was sound asleep and Quinn was the one awake, unlike the previous night. She kept thinking about what just happened and how good it felt. Actually, she couldn't remember any other time she felt like this. What was so different? She's had sex with many different men, not only clients. The blonde begun to worry. It was going to be a long night.