Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and am making no money from this. I have no affiliation with Hell's Angels.
I forget the inspiration for this but it's been finished for months. Here you go.
Hell's Angel
Rachel Berry stumbled away from the table holding her show choir trying desperately not to cry. Their bus had broken done on the way back from their loss at Regional's and her boyfriend and his new old girlfriend decided that now was as good a time as any to tell her that they were back together and had been for months. They were only waiting till after the competition to tell her. When she'd looked around the table everyone avoided her eyes. They'd all knew. As she got up from the table the choir director Mr. Schuster had the nerve to tell her not to over react.
She makes it to the dark hallway before breaking down and crying. No one follows her. At any other time Rachel wouldn't have been in this dark hallway of a rough biker bar all alone. At any other time she might have been nervous of the danger but with her heart breaking and her eyes filled with tears she isn't worried about any of the things she would normally be concerned about.
It's the smell of him that hits her first, the whiskey on his breath, the smell of gasoline on his clothes. She feels the heat of him next as he lends over her, one hand on the wall next to her head the other gently tucking her hair behind her ear not quite touching her skin his heavy body just inches from her own smaller one. Finally his voice, low and deep and rough, "Why ya crying Pretty Girl? Pretty girl's like you shouldn't cry." The hand that had touched her hair now lifted her chin. She met eyes of molten gold that bore down into her soul. Eyes that saw all the pain and turmoil there and decided she was worth redemption anyway.
"Come on Pretty Girl let me buy you a drink." He wrapped one long arm around her tiny body and pulled her into his side and he guided her through the dark smoky rooms to a corner booth. She walked with him in a daze already over come by her emotions the new feelings invoked by this man didn't help her state of mind any. He left her only for a minute to get her a drink.
Unfortunately this wasn't enough time her to regain her bearings, under normal circumstances it may have taken days or weeks to get the sneering triumphant face of the blonde cheerleader from her mind. The shifting faces of those she'd thought were her friends, the irritated face of her teacher only helped contribute to the depressing train of thought she was on. This thought process might have been very dangerous for her had she not been thoroughly derailed by the strange man now returning with a drink.
He sat a shot glass of foul smelling amber liquid down in front of her and another glass filled with ice and a liquid that smelt sweet. For himself he took a long pull from a long neck bottle. "Drink that then sip this." He pointed at first one then the other. He watched with dark eyes as she hesitantly lifted the whiskey to her lips.
She threw the first shot back like a pro not knowing that her lack of a gag reflex saved her from the worst of the smoky poison. Still it filled her mouth with the taste of fire and char and burned hot down her throat and she quickly reached for the second glass thinking it was water. The first sip quickly dissuaded that notion. This drink burned just like the first in a way she was quickly associating with alcohol but tasted entirely different; sweet, so sweet it was like she was drinking a cookie but still painful as it slide down her throat.
He leaned in close and inhaled her sweet scent as one arm curled around her along the back of the booth. He wasn't touching her; not yet anyway; but she felt his presence as strongly as if he were. The heavy heat of him so close, his musk cloying to her senses, she looked up into his dark golden eyes steady and hard as they stared down at her.
The barest of smiles crossed her lips. "This one is nice. What is it?"
"Crispy Crunch."
"Oh. And the first one?"
"Bourbon."
She nodded and took another sip. She was beginning to enjoy the way it filled her mouth with sweetness then burned its way down her throat. Her belly was warmed by the alcohol and her virgin body was beginning to feel the effects of the poison as it coursed through her veins. One shot was probably more than enough to get her tiny body drunk the additional drink was pushing it. She smiled up at him.
"That's better Pretty Girl. What's your name Pretty?" The smirk on his face should have sent alarm bells ringing in her head but she only smiled back at him.
"Rachel. I'm with a choir group, from Lima, Ohio. Our bus broke down." She took another sip of her drink and studied her captor? friend…? umm handsome stranger. He was definitely that last one.
Very handsome; strong jaw, defined cheekbones, full lips and dark golden eyes. His hair was shaven except for a thick Mohawk and the curling hairs tempted her fingers. As he leaned back in the booth to take a long pull from his beer she watched his adam's apple bob it helped her eyes trail down the rest of his body. He was wearing a black leather vest open and shirtless beneath its soft folds. His skin was the color of cinnamon in the smoky bar lights and looked just as sweet and hot. He had lovely thick arms that flexed and rippled as he sat the bottle back down. As he turned to look down at her again the muscles in his chest rippled and she took in his defined pectorals and smooth hard belly following the light dusting of curly black hair on his chest down to the thin trail that disappeared under his thick black belt and snug jeans. She couldn't see them now but she knew he wore thick black buckled boots. Biker boots. That thought should have worried her. Instead she refocused on his neck where in her earlier perusal she'd skipped over it. A simple black tattoo of the Star of David was on the base of his throat. She lifted her hand to her own Star to keep her fingers from touching the tattooed skin.
"What's your name?"
"Puck."
She giggled and unable to resist this time reached out a slim finger to trace his tattoo. "What's your Hebrew name?" His skin was hot under her finger and she just barely feels his pulse beating under the tattoo.
"You Jewish Pretty girl?" He reached out and touched the Star around her neck lifted it briefly to flash in the low lights before catching her chin and running a thumb wet with the condensation of his bottle over her lips. "Noah."
"Noah." She said his name in a breathy fashion she thinks she should be embarrassed by but… "I like that."
"I like you." He stated letting his calloused fingers trace her facial features. Her proud Jewish nose, her tapered eyebrows, her eyes flutter shut and he brushes gently over her thick eyelashes like fallen butterflies on her smooth cheeks. He does the same to her lips. God those lovely pink lips.
"You do? No one else does?"
"Oh, was that why you were crying?"
"Kind of. My boyfriend has been cheating on me for weeks if not months now and all of my friends knew and no one told me. Then my teacher told me not to get so upset like I could help it. I ran off crying and now I'm here with you." She took another longer sip of her sweet drink and tilts her head into his hand. "And you like me but you don't even know me I bet if you did you'd hate me too."
"Why do they hate you?"
"Cause I'm loud and ambitious and driven and selfish and better than they are."
"Humble too." He chuckled darkly and reminded himself that he didn't really care. He was just waiting till she was drunk enough to not care about making out with him maybe go a little further. High school choir girl in her naughty school girl get up with the too short skirt and thin button down was just sexy and illegal enough to catch his fancy.
"It's true though. I'm a fantastic singer. I'm gonna star on Broadway and they're just jealous. Wanna hear me sing?"
"I can think of better uses for those lips of yours." He leaned in and smiled evilly at her.
"Are you gonna take advantage of me?" Rachel asked him innocently.
He stated into her big brown eyes with some surprise before stating, "Yes." What was the point in lying?
"Good." She leaned forward the necessary inches and connected their lips. Kisses with her boyfriend had always been sweet, closed mouth affairs. She'd found the whole French kissing thing somewhat disgusting. Kissing this stranger was entirely different although she'd started the kiss he quickly took over; massaging and nipping, licking at her lips slowly teasing her mouth open to play along her teeth and caress her tongue. Rachel was nothing if not a quick learner though and quickly began to gently explore as well; sliding her tongue along his in an erotic dance, biting at his lips and gasping gently into his mouth.
He caught a hold of her nearest knee and pulled her aside his lap and suddenly his hands were everywhere. The forbidden area of her chest was gently caressed through her shirt and a few buttons undone for calloused fingers to stroke the newly revealed skin. Her legs, where not covered by knee socks, were caressed by warm palms. Two strong hands curved to her ass, exposed by his shifting hands under her panties, to pull her hips closer to the heat of him under his jeans, the hard bulge that pulsed against her center. Oh he liked her alright.
Her brain was hazed by his kisses but as she slowly regained some sense of herself her own hands began to wander. Who say only girls got to get felt up? Her hands satisfied themselves at first in the short curls in the strip on his head but quickly trailed down to broad shoulders and thick arms. Her fingers brushed the light hair on his chest and slipped under his vest to wisp gently over his nipples. She splayed her fingers over the wide expanse of his chest and delighted in the rippling muscles that tightened under her hands.
She completely lost all sense of time as they kissed but when he finally relinquished her lips to kiss along her throat she was gasping for breath. An unusual occurrence with breath control like her own but this man was stealing the air from her lungs easily. She dropped light kisses on his bowed head. Her fingers came up to again caress his skull as he ventured towards the promised land of her breasts.
A few more buttons slipped free and she couldn't contain her small cries when his hot mouth closed over her nipple. It was if that heat instantly traveled between her legs and she whimpered as she felt her panties grow damper with every pull of his mouth. His rough hand massaged and pulled at her other breast. He pulled the cup of her thin cotton bra down and switched nipples as his other hand peeled the other now wet cup off her other breast.
Had Rachel been in her right mind she might have been more self conscious of the fact that she was straddling a stranger's lap in the middle of a dark and smoky bar. But if she'd been in her right mind she'd have realized that they were tucked into a dark booth among many other similarly occupied dark booths; which was making it particularly hard for Miss Pillsbury to find her.
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The ginger counselor had been outside on her cell phone to Principal Figgins when the Fuinn bomb dropped on Rachel. She'd been trying to get him to send another bus but he'd noted that it just wasn't in the glee club budget and that her and Will would have to find another way of getting the children home. Emma had momentarily thought of threatening to call parents particularly Rachel's who would come down on the school like a Jewish Hammer but decided to try Ken first. Her ex-fiancé was currently trying to get one of the many buses set aside for the athletics out to the absolutely filthy biker bar they were currently stranded at. Unfortunately that might take several hours. Emma quaked inside at the thought that eventually she'd have to use the public restroom at this questionable locale.
When she'd walked back in to tell Will of her results she does a headcount and wonders aloud at where Rachel is. There are shifting eyes around the table before Tina stuttered out that Rachel went to the bathroom some time ago. Emma, however, could hardly miss the reunited It couple making out nearby and mutters about going to see what she has to work with in the bathroom.
A quick check in the surprisingly not too heinous women's restrooms reveals no Rachel and Emma begins a slow, cringing walk through the maze like establishment in search of the wayward starlet. Many of the rough necks in the bar watch her with curious eyes but none approach. She finally comes to the room Rachel is in. Its dark inside with lights even more muted than the rest of the sinister place. Truly the only light comes from yet another bar set in the back and from the open doorway. She enters slowly. There's a small dance floor surrounded by many booths, all dark some even curtained. She hears what even her virgin ears can discern as whimpers of pleasure and sighs of desire. As uncomfortable as this makes her she still pushes on to the bar. It was time to start asking questions.
"E-e-xcuse me?" She motioned to the bartender leaning against the bar reading a magazine in the low light. At first she thinks it's some sort of porn rag but as she comes closer she notices the article is about motorcycles and the scantily clad girl astride the bike was there only for show. He turned dark green eyes to the slight ginger as she stammered out the question.
"You want a drink?" He asked now focusing his attention on her. She twitched and fidgeted a lot wringing her hands in almost a washing motion.
"Umm… no. Thank you. I was…uh…Do you have any hand sanitizer?" She finally spit out.
He raised an eyebrow at her but reached beneath the bar and popped open a good sized bottle of the stuff to squirt out into her hands.
She quickly with practiced motions smoothed the gel over her hands and seemed to settle down, much more tolerant of her surroundings. "Thank you very much."
He nodded and waited to see what the quirky lady would do next. She was much more entertaining than his magazine. He wondered if he could coax her behind the counter for some fun.
"Now I'm looking for a young girl. She was part of my group and it seems as though she's wandered off. She's short, brunette, big brown eyes, and usually very loud which worries me since I haven't heard her…yet"
He shook his head slowly, "Haven't seen anyone like that come in here."
"Oh." Ms. Pillsbury began to wring her hands a bit more now truly getting worried about little Rachel Berry. She may have been loud and obnoxious but to have disappeared in this place.
"Don't worry." The bartender said having walked from behind the bar to stand next to her. "There's a big motorcycle club in the bar right now. Nobody's gonna snatch any girls with them around. Why don't you come back around the bar? Have a drink. Relax. I'm sure she's fine."
Her eyes widened at the well known group but was distracted by his proximity. "Oh no I couldn't." She shook her head then looked quite frightened when the barkeep went to tuck a piece of fallen ginger hair the color of fine whiskey back behind her ear. "Don't touch me!" She flinched and closed her eyes. 'I've insulted him. He'll be mad at me.' "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm…." Her breath caught a bit.
"…Mysophobic?" He asked gently his hand hanging in the air barely an inch from her face. He waited until she opened her eyes to slowly retract the hand.
"Y-yes." She compulsively bit the insides of her lips. She watched him lean a hip against the bar and look down at the admittedly rather clean floor with a self depreciating smirk.
"Me too." He looked back up at her with an amused smirk. "Have a seat pretty lady. I assure you I thoroughly disinfect every aspect of my workspace after each and every customer."
Now that he mentioned it she did detect the comforting scent of Lysol and disinfectant. She tentatively had a seat on one of the stools while he walked back around the bar to fetch a couple of pristine glasses. "I love alcohol. It's so clean. It's why I became a bartender."
She smiled and did not quite clink her glass with his before enjoying the burn of the alcoholic drink.
"So what triggered yours?"
Ms. Pillsbury began to talk with a kindred soul quite forgetting about her lost student for the moment. Like he said she's probably fine.
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Rachel let out a tiny gasp as Puck tossed her on the motel bed. She lifted herself up on her elbows watching him strip off his vest and boots unknowingly presenting a very alluring picture. Puck pulled a condom from his wallet and tossed it down next to her. She smiled when he crawled on to the bed and covered her pretty little body with his own.
He lifted himself slightly when her hands quested between them. The cute little hands lingered against his pecs for a moment before moving to unbutton her shirt again and with the lift of her body and a little pinch she unhooked her bra.
He continued the worship her pretty pink mouth with his own for several minutes before rearing back to remove her clothing. "How old are you Rachel?"
"16. How old are you?" She reached out to touch the bulge in his pants and he hissed and quickly popped the button on the tight pants though he didn't remove them quite yet.
"20. Looks like we're just this side of legal baby." His big hands took off her skirt, panties and both socks at once. He looked down at her nude body like a panting golden eyed wolf. God she was gorgeous. Not shy at all either though there was an innocence in the way her little hands trailed down the smooth curves of her body. She reached out to touch him again and he groaned. "Damn Rachel don't rush I wanna enjoy you."
"I wish we could take all the time in the world but they're going to start looking for me soon." She bit her lip. "I'm a virgin Noah. I'm know it's going to hurt." She wrapped her arms around her slender body and trembled in the cool air.
Puck cussed and laid back down covering her body with his warmth and pondered for a moment. "It'd hurt a lot less if I could take my time Rachel." He looked down at her heart shaped face and cradled one cheek in his big palm. "Where you from again? Lima?" She nodded gently. "Your parents home?"
"No they're gone until next week." Rachel, now warm, ran her hands up his firm back, caressing the muscles in his shoulders, holding his warm hard form to herself gently sure that at any moment she was going to loose this wonderful feeling.
"I'm gonna take you home."
"Oh." Rachel sighed disappointed.
"Then I'm gonna take my time." He growled and pulled her back up off the mattress. He ran his hands roughly down her body before pulling her nude form to him again to drag his mouth along her shoulder. "God you're so fucking gorgeous. I'm going to fucking defile you. He spun her around and smacked her ass. "Get your clothes on."
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"Mr. Schuster?"
"Rachel! There you are I was beginning to get worried. You shouldn't run off like that; especially not in a place like this." Mr. Schuster chided.
'Really Mr. Schue? Really?' She sighed, "If I hadn't wandered off I wouldn't have found a way home."
That got everyone's attention. "You found a way home." Kurt asked hopeful.
"Yes, turns out Noah's originally from Lima so he's going to give me a ride."
"Just you?" Mercedes asked an irritated tone in her voice not unlike when she was upset at being passed over for a solo.
"Yes. Although I'm somewhat worried about the alcohol he's already drank but because of the alcohol he gave me I can't find that I'm all that concerned about being defiled."
The Glee Club stared at her. No one moved. They weren't quite sure they were hearing her right. A motorcycle rived outside.
"There's my ride. Good luck getting home." Rachel said as she ran outside.
Now the Glee Club moved. They got to the door just in time to see Puck's motorcycle leaving the parking lot with Rachel on the back.
As the Gleeks all began talking at once Mr. Schuster concentrated on the mohawk and the all too familiar smirk the biker had flashed him before he'd peeled out of the parking lot. "Puck." Will sighed. "Everyone calmed down. Of all the people Rachel could have ran into she ran into Puck. He will take her home if nothing else." He shook his head.
Finn turned to him with wide eyes as the others quieted at the name. "Puck? You mean that was Puck?!"
"The Lima Sex Shark!" Santana chimed.
"The Legend!" Artie exclaimed.
"Yeah that Puck." Will turned to herd the children back inside only to run into Emma with a tall, dark haired man standing beside her, holding her hand.
"Is something wrong. What did I miss?" Emma smiled gently them all as everyone rushed to answer her at once. She held up a hand and they quieted. "Will?"
"Rachel just rode off on the back of Puck's motorcycle. Yes that Puck." Will answered but he was somewhat distracted by the fact that Emma was holding some stranger's hand! She wasn't even wearing gloves!
Emma thought aloud for a moment. "Noah Puckerman. Let's see he graduated, barely, two years ago and Rachel's sixteen so...no we don't have inform her parents if it's not statuary. Besides despite his...rough edges Noah could be a remarkably sweet boy...to girls anyway. She'll be fine."
"Puck? Yeah she'll be fine. If you're really worried though Puck's dad's still in the bar." The tall, dark stranger said after looking over the gathered bikes.
"Puck's dad? Nate? No that's okay we don't have to..." Will nearly stuttered but it was too late.
"Hey Nate?! That boy of yours just rode off with a girl." The stranger slide a hand around Emma's waist as he moved to the side for the giant of a man to get by.
A bit taller, darker, and with brown eyes instead of hazel Nathan Puckerman had clearly handed down his looks to his son. He had a mug of beer in one hand, a cigar burning at his lips, a five o'clock shadow and a surly scowl on his face as he stared down the rode towards Lima. "Damn boy! He better be heading to his Ma's he knows we got shit to do in a few days." He glanced to the side to see Will's frightened face. "Will Schuster! As I live and breathe!" He walked over to clap a large hand on Will's back nearly sending him to the ground. "What are you doing here?"
Will coughed and tried to crab step away from his own former bully. "Glee Club. Bus broke down."
"Glee Club?! You started that thing up again?" Nate threw back his head and laughed. He looked around at the staring kids and chuckled switching his cigar to the other side. "You poor kids." He shook his head still chuckling as he walked back to where Andrew the barkeep was smiling at the little ginger haired woman. He stuck his head into the bar and yelled for another biker. "Hey Tommy! You know anything about fixing school buses?"
Tommy, a lanky older man with a bowlegged stride, came outside after a look around spotted the special handicap bus and strode in that direction with a rolling, swaggering walk.
Nate watched him walk away taking his cigar out flicking the ashes off the end before bringing it back to his lips and taking a long drag. "If it moves Tommy can fix it. Seen him work on everything from horses to tanks." He turned back around to face a wary Will. "So who'd my son run off with anyway?"
"Rachel Berry." Brittany chirped.
Kurt stared after Tommy with an interested expression. He'd looked over the bus's engine and hadn't been able to figure out what was wrong. He was curious about the older man's second opinion and, after seeing Mr. Schuster distracted, followed him.
"Rachel Berry." Nate repeated with a pondering look as he scratched his stubble cheek. "Berry...Berry...Hiram and Leroy's little girl? Tiny, big eyed thing with the loud pipes on her? Damn ain't seen her since...huh...Noah's four years older...damn since she was six or so I guess."
"You know her?" Mercedes asked befuddled.
"Hell yeah I know her! Ain't like there's a lot of Jews in Lima to get confused about. Puckermans, Berrys, and the Ben Israels with their creepy fucking kid...Joseph? Jacob? Kid used to chase little Rachie around and make her cry. Then Noah'd chase him down and beat the snot out of him." He chuckled, "I bet Puck doesn't even remember her. Woo I think I'll head on in to Lima after Tommy gets your bus running. I wanna be there to see that boy's face when he realizes who he took home." He chugged his mug of beer and walked back inside chuckling to himself.
Kurt came running back to the group. "We got the bus running! Let's get out of here."
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"So this is my house." She hopped off the bike Puck had parked in the driveway.
He watched her skip up to the garage door and input a code before opening the small door next to it and disappearing inside. If she was smart this is where she'd slam that door shut with him firmly on the opposite side. He waited for a few seconds but then the garage door opened and she waved him and his bike inside.
After she'd closed the door and reactivated the security system she turned to face him. She'd thought the dim lights of the bar and the motel had made him look dangerous but now the bright lights of the garage just threw his angles and edges into hard relief. If anything he looked much more daunting. He frowned at her.
"You sure about this Rachel? You don't owe me anything."
"Do you still like me?" She asked timidly.
"I think you're really naïve right now, but yeah Pretty Girl. What's not to like?"
"Then I'm sure." She took a step back and he eyed her confused. "My room is upstairs." She walked slowly in that direction and his eyes on her swaying hips he followed.
She turned to face him again when they were in her room. He looked so out of place in her soft little girl room. She unbuttoned her shirt for the third time that day. The alcohol had faded from her system during the drive over and she was glad that her feelings in this hadn't changed. Maybe he was right, maybe she was naïve but Noah had promised to be slow and gentle with her first time and she figured that he was a much better choice in this than Finn anyway.
He pulled his vest off and shucked his boots and socks before popping the button on his jeans and reaching for her undressing form. He tripped her back on to her bed and covered her body with his own again. She seemed to like that. He took his time kissing her until she was relaxed and pliant under him.
Rachel lay panting with heavy eyes and kiss swollen lips as Puck pulled her shirt and bra off before again dipping his head to her breasts. She writhed on the bed tangling one hand in his mohawk and the other gripping his back and shoulder.
"Oh gosh that feels good." She gasped.
He chuckled against her skin and licked hard between her breasts before returning to kiss her again. With one arm holding some of his weight off of her the other busied its self with unsnapping her skirt and after hooking a thumb in both her skirt and panties pulling them down and off her. Now naked she wasted no time lifting her long legs and wrapping them around him. She tightened up pulling him closer and he groaned at the feel of her wet pussy brushing against his stomach. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her loose enough to reach a hand down to touch her wetness. She cried out when he touched her and he smiled. She was so sensitive.
He reared back on his knees and unzipped his tight jeans. Stepping off the bed he shucked the restricting material as well as his underwear while pulling that condom out of his pocket again. He climbed back on the bed and smirked at her unabashed interest in the long rod standing straight up like an arrow from his body. She reached out tentatively and gently ran her palm over the swollen head. He growled in his chest and held himself back from just attacking her.
'Virgin, virgin, virgin.' He chanted in his head as she innocently stroked hard rod. She licked her lips and slowly gently kissed the dark pink head. He could hardly believe she would do that. She could scarcely believe it herself but there was something about this organ that drew her in like a siren's song. She craved it. She looked up at him curiously.
He took in a deep breath and pushed her back on to the bed before crawling up after her and laying between her legs. Her legs moved constantly tightening around his chest. One foot stroked his thigh near his cock and he smiled to notice her knee socks had been forgotten about. He pulled one off slowly before laying gentle kisses on her ankle. He followed a path right up to where her leg joined that most sensitive of places. He grinned as her hips jerked and bucked as he suckled at the skin right in between her mound and her leg. Once he'd wrung a tiny scream from her he rolled to his other side and pulled that sock off and proceeded to do the same to that leg.
Rachel was in a world of frustration and pleasure. Her body jerked with pleasure spasms and she couldn't seem to control her legs or hands as they reached and stroked any part of the devilish man between her legs. She could feel her pussy flex and pulse with moisture and she was nearly crying when Puck finally licked her pussy from bottom to top and gave a gentle suckle on her clit. She screamed and nearly lifted straight up off the bed when he did that.
He rose up to kneel over her and use both hands to pin her hips to the bed. He did everything in his power to wind her up higher and higher without letting her break. He pulled away before slowly sliding his fingers into her and he only gently stimulated her clit as he stretched her tightness out so that he wouldn't hurt her quite as much. Her hymen looked half broken anyway and with the flexibility she'd displayed so far he figured she was a dancer of some sort and had broken it a bit when she was younger. He had little time for such thoughts however as he removed his fingers and began to wind her up higher and higher and higher with every intention of letting her fall this time. His other hand unseen below her ripped open the condom and smoothed it down his length.
Rachel was in such a haze of pleasure she could scarcely tell where she was. Her entire being was focused on the pleasure she hadn't known her body was capable of producing and how she seemed to grow tenser and tenser with each passing second. She seemed to be yearning for something but she couldn't quite figure out what it was.
Puck's eyes nearly glowed fever bright as they watched her thrashing body and then the dam broke and he watched with glee as she fell over the edge crashing down and drowning in her pleasure. Now he moved and in one move sheathed his whole length deep into her pulsating pussy. She cried out and her eyes rolled back into her head as she reached up to grab at him. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up to sit in his lap as she cried and whimpered through her orgasm. She writhed on his cock and finally he began small minute thrusts into her.
She clung to him her eyes blurry with tears. She didn't know. She didn't know she could feel like this. She didn't know her body was capable of making her feel this good. Oh so good. Puck with his hands and his mouth had brought her such pleasures that she hadn't thought existed. Now she could feel him deep inside her. She writhed and grinded down him and screamed with abandon at the pleasure it brought her. She couldn't stop her small cries at his thrusts at all. Surely what had come before was it. Surely it couldn't feel any better but as his thrusts lengthened and gained strength the pressure began to build again.
"You okay Pretty Girl?" He rasped out. He gritted his teeth as he tried desperately to hold back from fucking her through the mattress. She felt so good; wet and hot and tight and good just so fucking good around his thick cock.
"So good. So good. I feel so good." She managed to get out as she hugged his hard body close to her own. Everything was just so overwhelming. The feel of his thick tool in her pussy, the way his arms held her to his hard body; the solid immovable strength of him as she clung to him. She licked the sweat from his neck and sucked on the tight muscles there.
He groaned, "Not hurt Pretty Girl?"
"No Noah, not hurt. More Noah more."
It was the Noah that did it. No one called him that and yet the way she moaned it in his ear…He threw her off, her back on the bed. He grabbed her under her knees and pulled her back to him before pushing her knees back to her ears. "You want more Pretty Girl? You want more of this?" He stared at her with hot gold eyes.
She bit her lip and nodded furiously as she struggled to get back to him. "Yes Noah. Please Noah. I want more I want more of you. Please, please, please."
He lunged for her and drove his hard erection deep into her pussy before pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. He set a punishing pace after that as she writhed and cried on the bed. He leaned over her pinning her legs with his shoulders as he reached one hand down to brush against her clit.
She began to scream. She'd worry about her voice tomorrow and wonder at the high pitched noises that had escaped her but right now she only wanted something to hold on to as her body ratcheted her up to new heights and sensations. Her handsome lover was fucking her so hard that he was sure to leave bruises on her thighs but right now she didn't care. Oh God it felt so good.
He leaned down to kiss her and steal the precious air from her lungs and her eyes filled with tears again as she screamed another orgasm into his mouth. He roared out his orgasm and buried himself deep inside her as her pussy milked his cock. He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck and couldn't help himself from biting and sucking at her skin leaving an impressive and large hickey.
Finally they both started to come down from their highs. He pulled slowly out of her and she whimpered at the loss as he pulled the condom off and tossed it toward the trash can before wrapping his body around her own exhausted one. She hugged the arm that bisected her chest and fell into an exhausted sleep.
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He awoke before her and for several minutes thought seriously about leaving. Sure she was interesting and a truly excellent fuck that was only going to get better. She was Jewish and young and moldable. He'd be leaving in a few days anyways. If he stuck around town he could stop in and see his mom. The longer he lay there the more reasons he thought of not to leave but it was her shifting body, the soft slide of her skin against his, the way she turned in his arms and kissed his chest with her innocent little mouth that decided him. He pulled her closer for a second and then relaxed back in the soft bed. If she wanted him to leave later he would but for now he kissed her hair and settled back down to sleep.
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When she awoke later it was to soft hazel eyes.
"Hey." He breathed.
"Hey." She blushed.
He dipped his head down to kiss her soft lips and she hummed pleasantly against his mouth.
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