Mercedes' pool boy does more than just clean her pool.

Everyone enters a marriage thinking they found their happily ever after. They're never warned that the relationship could become sour- or just bland. One day you'll realize that you and your partner aren't growing, and the little change that does happen, only drives you apart. You stop hearing each other, so why bother communicating? You'll resent each other, but you'll have too much pride to admit that "I will love you forever" did not mean forever.

My marriage to Tank was doomed to reach that point. We were put together to boost our new careers as solo artists. It was business, but we quickly fell head over heels for each other. We broadcasted our wedding over every TV in America. We were happy for a long time, but our love was slowly being chipped away at.

I was willing to cover and hide the cracks in my marriage from everyone outside of it.

I finally got an answer after calling my husband for the fourth time. Before he could say a word I noticed the music in the background. "Still at the studio?"

"Yeah," Tank breathed. At least he didn't lie to me. "I want to finish working on this song."

"We had dinner plans with your parents, remember?" I was dressed and ready to leave within twenty minutes. I didn't want to go back and forth about what to do. "I know you'll do what you think is right," I said, but I doubted what he thought was right.

"Yeah." Tank ended the call without another word.

I threw my phone on the counter and hung my head… Then I felt his eyes on me. I find my smile before turning to see the pool cleaner in the entrance. "Finished?" I passed the man a bottle of water and a rag. "I'm glad you could come on short notice. Tank was supposed to call you days ago."

Because Tank and I threw a party at our house almost every week of the summer, Puck came by regularly to clean the pool. He'd stroll in and flash his white smile. He would work without his shirt, showing off his tight, hairy torso. He'd watch me- study me with his hazel eyes and wouldn't back down after he was discovered.

Puck slid onto the stool at the island. "Anything for you," he promised.

"Really?" I laughed. "Then are you any good at plumbing?"

"I'm good at laying pipes."

I smiled, but my one track mind didn't fully process what was said to me. I began to look for my purse, and after the hunt, I remembered that I was paying bills in bed the night before. "My bag is upstairs. I'll pay you and you can go." I had no reason to think that Puck wouldn't stay put.

He saw that I needed something, and he was going to give it. He followed me, and any sound he could have made was covered by the sound of my heels clacking on the wood floor. He was still undetected as I entered the bedroom and stopped at my nightstand.

I was digging through my bag when I felt his hands rest on my hips. I froze, but when I felt his chest meet my back, my fear melted into want. "Puck," I huffed. I wanted the pool boy to touch me in places that I haven't been touched and please me in ways Tank hadn't in months. I had one dilemma. "My husband will be home soon."

He held me close and tight. His breath in my ear, he said, "You could do better."

"Yes," I softly said: that was all I could manage to get out. I agreed and prayed that he'd show me what better was. I turned in his arms and was pulled into a kiss. I put my arms around his neck and let my tongue taste him; his flavor was different and exciting.

Puck lifted my dress to my waist. His hands dragged over my bare skin before being filled with my bottom. He sat me on the bed and ordered, "Spread your legs." When he realized that I was too shy to obey, he nudged me onto my back and kneeled in front of me. After removing my shoes, he placed my hell on the edge of the bed. He pecked at my bent knee before putting more distance between it and the other. His lips followed the inside of my thigh, and his hand traveled down the other then rested over my panties. He gently petted along the crotch. When he heard my first moan, he focused on my clit, rubbing it through the thin fabric.

I rested on my elbows and looked into eyes darkened with lust. I melted at his touch. I wanted him, but I didn't waste a second to wonder if he was good for me.

He pulled my panties to the side, and his fingers ran through my folds. His index finger slowly entered my damp center. When he was deep, he pulled out then pushed back in. He repeated his action, making me moan for more. He added a second finger and sped his jabs.

I fainted back into the bed. "God," I groaned. I felt like I was in heaven. I loved how he worked his fingers, but I dreamed of how he was with his cock. I was willing to beg. "Puck, please. I want your cock." I was going to get what I wanted… but only when Puck was ready to give it.

He smirked as I squirmed for him. His fingers continued, even slowing to torture me. When he was ready to change, he stood, and I sat up to watch him make his next move. He commented on the mess I had made as he studied his hand coated in my juices. Lowering his hand, he ordered me to clean.

I was nervous, but I obeyed.

When his digits were spotless, he pulled away. He removed his pants. Puck stood proud as his member did the same. He allowed my fingers to wrap around his thick cock, but he didn't want to waste too much time. He limited our activity. "Next time," he said, and he was sure that there would be. He reached for the band of my underwear, and I eagerly lifted and aided him to remove them. He threw my underwear to the side. He directed me to the center of the bed and onto my back. His lips attached to mine with a hunger. His tongue danced over mine as his cock searched for my vaginal opening.

I felt chills when he entered me, but my moans were smothered by Puck's busy tongue. I slowly exhaled through my nose. My wet passage gripped tightly at his member, creating friction as he began to pump in and out of me. I began to roll my hips and pushing back to meet his thrusts.

When all I wanted to do was hold him close, he pinned my hands above my head. His lips moved to my neck. He pecked, licked, and nibbled. He was marking someone that wasn't his. His thrusts gradually grew quicker, more forceful.

I was free to moan, but I kept my sounds low. I wanted to focus on his groans and grunts. "Don't stop, Puck. Please, don't stop." My need was building as his hips moved faster and faster. My upper thighs grew sticky with my natural lube that ran down.

"Mercedes!"

We freeze after hearing my name from downstairs; it was Tank. The last thing Puck and I needed was to be caught in bed together. In a hurry, we gathered and straightened our clothes.

For the first time in history, LA traffic was light.

"Hide," I softly ordered Puck before I ran out of the room. My heart was racing. My hands trembled. I was tripping over my own feet. I met my husband at the top of the stairs."Hi," I breathed. I felt like a wild woman.

"Hey." Tank looked up from his phone for a second. "I have to get my suit, and then we can go." He stepped around me, but I stopped him by grabbing his hand.

I just needed to find a way for Puck to leave. "Shower, and I'll get your outfit out." I stepped back, allowing him to go down the hall- the opposite direction of the bedroom. I waited for the sound of the shower. When the coast was clear, I led Puck through the house. At the exit, I remembered the original reason I went upstairs. I promised, "I'll pay you next week."

His arm snaked around my waist. He towered over me. "Don't worry about it." He gave one last kiss. He kept it short because he knew that there would be many more at a better time.

That summer, Puck's responsibilities exceeded just cleaning the pool. He took care of what Tank neglected. He did it happily.

Thanks for reading.

I had more ideas for one shots, so I went back and forth on who was going to get a collection, Puck or Quinn. I decided Puck when I found this scene from my original Submit (It was first a Puckcedes story). My goal for this is 10 chapters.

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