Part 11

"Rache?" Quinn sighs as she settles next to me. "What about that?"

I lift my head to see what she's pointing at, and that's when I notice the tent I'm making in my boxers. Crap! I am too tired for this shit.

She presses her chin into my shoulder as she moves a little closer to me. "Are you going to take care of it, or would you like me too?"

She chuckles when I gasp.

"You're a tease, Quinn Fabray." I shake my head at her.

I take a second to evaluate my situation. Do I really need to get out of bed to go masturbate in the bathroom, or will it go away by itself? Then I feel something and my cock jumps. Quinn's tongue darts into my ear again before she nips at my earlobe. I suck in a deep breath as she continues to kiss and nip at my ear and just behind it. Wow! Not one of my previous boyfriends ever spent much time kissing my neck, let alone my ears, and it never occurred to me just how erotic a tongue flitting into my ear could feel. My cock hardens and I find that I have to reach down and touch myself through my boxers. "Quinn?" I swallow. Does she realize what she's doing to me?

"What is it, Rachel?" she breathes into my ear.

Yup. She knows what she's doing to me.

"Are you sure?"

I can feel her nod against the side of my face. "If you think that you can keep quiet," she snorts softly. "I'd really like to watch you."

"The lights?" I can't help but moan as she dips her tongue into my ear again. "My dads might see."

"Leave them off then." She sucks on my sensitive lobe. "It's not all that dark in here now that I've gotten used to it. I can see what you're doing well enough for now." For now?

Do I take my boxers off, or slip my hand inside? How much of this does she actually want to see? And if she does watch me as I jerk my dick, will it frighten her off? Will I remind her too much of her ex-boyfriends? Not that she's ever asked them if she could watch them masturbate. Well, I don't think she has anyway. Just kissing, right? That's as far as she's ever gone? Making-out?

"Rache?" I hum as she whispers my name to let her know that I heard her. "Where did you go just now?"

"Sorry, Quinn." I turn my head so that I can see her face. She's hidden slightly in shadows, but she's right when she said that she could see well enough because so could I. She is still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. "I was just thinking about how to do this."

"We don't have to if you don't want to, Rache." She nips at my ear again. "I can wait."

I tilt my head into her as she presses wet kisses to my neck. There is no way in hell that I'm going to be able to sleep now, not with a raging hard-on. I find her lips with mine and kiss her softly as I push my right hand into my underwear.

She tears her mouth from mine when I groan. I'm cupping my junk, giving my cock a squeeze, feeling myself up. Her eyes are on the movement of my fingers beneath the fabric of my boxers.

"What does it feel like?" She breathes.

"Warm." I clear the frog from my throat and begin to stroke myself. "Hard." I sigh. "It feels really good, Quinn."

"Can I see?" She shudders next to me.

I stop touching myself long enough to push my boxers down to my knees. I spend a quick moment just admiring the view of my hard dick as it twitches against my lower stomach. They're not exactly aesthetically pleasing, I'd still rather look at a vagina, but I find that I'm proud of my cock. It's a mighty fine specimen of biological ingenuity if ever there was one. I would say that it was perfect in every way, but that would be boasting and Rachel Berry does not boast. I don't. I advertise my extraordinary talents, but I do not boast.

"Touch it." she breathes as she throws her leg over my right and scoots a little closer still. It takes me a few seconds to realise what she's doing, but then it clicks when she pants harshly against my cheek and I feel her press herself against my hip bone.

"Fuck." I gasp. Turning quickly I reach over to my bedside table, knocking my alarm clock to the floor in the process. We both freeze, listening to hear if my dads heard the thump. When it's clear that they're not climbing out of bed to hammer on my bedroom door again, I fumble in the drawer and pull out a bottle of lotion. A few squirts onto my hand and I'm back in business.

I fist my hand and twist as I coat my dick in lotion. I feel Quinn's quick breaths ghosting past my chin. She must be looking down between my breasts and past my stomach as she watches me slowly drag my hand up and down. She almost has the same view that I do, but I'm focusing more on the flex of her thigh as she presses her groin into me. I rub my thumb over and around the head of my cock a couple of times, smoothing the pre-cum all around. I'm jerking it a little faster now, rapid tugs to the end of my dick before slowing my ascension by squeezing my fingers rhythmically around my shaft until I reach the base.

Quinn whimpers when I shake my dick. She's saying something beneath her breath, but I can't quite catch what it is.

My left hand joins in the fun and I massage my balls as I stroke myself. I hear her soft words then as she grabs my waist and grinds into me.

"Slut."

I blink rapidly, trying to clear my mind of my approaching orgasm. I slow down my strokes and concentrate on the words that she's breathing against my shoulder. Is she trying her hand at dirty talk? Because really, the first time doing something even remotely sexual with someone is not the time to experiment with such things. Dirty talk isn't enjoyable to everyone. It's something that needs discussing first, and then researched to optimise the erotic value of said words. Calling someone a slut, could be considered sexy to one person and offensive to another. I, for one, do not enjoy being called a slut. I would've much preferred her referencing her genitalia perhaps joining with mine. Now that is sexy.

"… In trouble again."

Huh? What was that?

I stop her then. My hand is no longer wrapped around my dick but is instead stopping the rapid jerk of her hips against mine. She looks up at me, and I don't think that she even realises that she has tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" She whispers. "Why did you stop?"

I wipe my hands on my vest before running my thumbs under her eyes. Her pretty eyes are shrouded in shadows but I can still make out the shimmer of unshed tears, so I press my lips to hers, then to both cheeks and then back to her lips again. It clicks for me as I kiss her, so I kiss her again, just a comforting press of my lips to hers.

"Rache?" She sighs against my mouth. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me as close to her as possible.

"You are not a slut, Quinn Fabray, and I am not Noah Puckerman."

She chokes on a sob as she buries her face against my neck.

"I am seriously going to kick that boy in the testicles next time I see him." I shake my head in disappointment.

"It's not all his fault." She sniffles. "I let him do it, Rachel. I said yes."

I huff as I run my fingers through her hair and over her back. "That might be so, Quinn, but he knew what he was doing when he gave you drink after drink, and he knew what he was doing when he failed to protect you both. I would never, will never, do that to you, Quinn. I will always protect you."

She takes in a long shuddery breath and lifts her face so that she can kiss me. When she pulls away, she looks into my eyes. "I always end up getting into trouble."

I can feel my brows furrow at her words. "We can stop." I hate saying it more than I thought I would. "We can go back to how things were."

She shakes her head. "What if I don't want to?"

"Quinn?" Her eyes lift to meet mine again. "Is it me, or my penis, that you want?"

"What?" She seems confused so I elaborate.

"You're curious about boys and boy parts, and I look to be the safer option right now because you know, deep inside, that I will never take advantage of you or push you too fast." I take a deep breath and sigh as I release it. "It's not as though I will tell anyone what we've done, or even what we continue to do if you so choose because no one can know about me, Quinn. And, really, I might be your safest option, but you're my only option. You're the only person I'm attracted to who knows about me."

Even through the shadows I can see her arch a fine brow at me. "Who else are you attracted to?"

I shake my head at her. "No one, Quinn, and that's beside the point. Do you still want to touch my penis?"

It takes her a second, but then she nods. "Yes."

"What about when it's gone? Do you want to touch my vagina?"

She gasps. "Do you have to say it like that, Rachel?"

I can't help but smirk at her prudishness. It's oddly endearing that she finds some things hard to handle, and yet only a few minutes ago, she was watching me as I masturbated. "Do you want to watch me as I touch my … pussy, Quinn?" She used that word herself earlier on today, she probably heard the other cheerleaders use it a lot more frequently than the biological reference, so she might be more comfortable with it.

"Rache?" Am I wrong here or did her voice suddenly become deeper?

I lick my lips as I touch my fingers to her chin, gently guiding her face away from my pillows so that I can breathe against her ear. "Do you want …" I whisper softly. "to watch as I run my fingers," I take her earlobe between my teeth and nip before flicking my tongue against it. "all over my wet pussy, Quinn? I would be so," I kiss her ear. "very," I kiss her cheek. "wet," I kiss the corner of her mouth. "for you, Quinn." I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and I know her answer even before she pants out her 'yes' and captures my lips with her own. I guess there is a place for dirty talk in our first sexual experience together after all.

"You're wrong, Rachel." She breathes against my mouth.

I pull away from her.

"I'm not curious about boys at all." I can just about see her smile. "I'm curious about you."

I return her smile with one of my own just before I kiss her again. "Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to stop either." Lord above, I never want to stop. "But you need to know that you're not a slut for wanting this."

"Girls want sex as much as boys, right?" Her voice sounds a little weaker now, a little less sure and even though she mentioned sex, and my cock is doing a happy bobbing dance, I know that I need to reassure her.

"Of course they do." I nod. "And really, Quinn, you've only ever had sex once, so in what world does that make you a slut?"

She's silent for a moment. "In a world where I get pregnant by my boyfriend's best friend, and then thrown out of my home by my strict, ultra-religious parents."

Damn.

"You're not a slut in my world, and you're more than welcome to come live in it anytime you want to." I know I'm a little stern, but Quinn really needs to start believing in herself as much as I believe in her.

She giggle-snorts and my eyes widen at the sound because if she's laughing, then she's no longer crying, and I much prefer a giggling Quinn to a crying Quinn.

"I don't know, Rache." She presses her nose to my clavicle as she continues to giggle. "I might be a bit too tall for Munchkinland."

I huff, but I'm not angry. How can I be when she's laughing? "I'm going to go to Rite Aid tomorrow, before I go see my aunt, and pick up a box of condoms."

She stops laughing and starts to cough violently.

"Even the pill isn't one hundred percent effective, so using both, if we ever decide to go as far in our experimentation as full copulation, will be safer for you in preventing pregnancy."

"Lord, Rachel." She takes a breath.

"There's nothing wrong in being prepared."

She shakes her head but I know that she's smiling when she kisses my shoulder. "Okay."

"Okay." I smile and kiss the crown of her head.

We take a few minutes then, revelling in our closeness. At least that's what I was doing. I don't know how long this 'thing', for lack of a better word, will last with Quinn. I don't know exactly how far we'll go, or how things will be once we're back at school on Monday, but I am willing to go all the way with her. Oops, talk about a Freudian slip. I mean, I'll be there for her, for as long as she'll have me.

I sigh softly until I feel kisses against my neck and warm fingers wrap around my still hard cock. I had had every intention of taking care of it once Quinn was settled, I hadn't thought about her taking care of it for me.

"Can I, Rachel?" She hums against my ear and I nod, unable to voice my permission at that moment. She lifts onto her elbow, raising her head until I can see the sparkle in her eyes and the smirk playing on her lips. "No more serious talking, for now."

I let out a bit of a strangled moan as she rubs her thumb over my dick, just like I had earlier. Damn, the girl must've been taking mental notes on my masturbation techniques. I reach out and grab for her thigh, hoping that she'll take the hint and start up that sexy grinding again, but she shakes her head.

"No." She glances from my dick in her hand, to my mouth and then to my eyes.

I can't help the whine that leaves my lips. She jerks the end of my dick and I lift my head to kiss her. I slide my fingers into her hair until I'm cradling the back of her head and I hold her against me as I slide my tongue between her lips.

Quinn pulls away from me, shushing me softly as I repeat her name over and over. Why won't she kiss me?

"Rachel?" She's staring at my mouth. "I want you to touch me too."

"Fuck." I gasp.

Quinn's kissing me now like there's no tomorrow and I'm running my hand down along her arm until I reach her fingers. I give her hand a quick squeeze before I slip my fingers beneath the waist band of her pyjama pants and into her panties.

My hips jolt at the moisture that greets my fingers and the long, throaty moan erupting from Quinn's mouth. She hisses against my lips when I quickly find her clit, rubbing around it slowly.

I'm so fucking close now. I've been on edge for far too long and I know that there's no going back.

"Damn it, Rachel." I love it when she says my name. "I want to feel you inside of me." She groans.

I pull back so that I can look at her face and I smile at her as I gently slide first one finger and then two, inside of her. There's this look of relief that passes over her face and I just want to be inside of her forever.

"I didn't …" she pants against my lips. "think of that." She grins widely at me and I think that she finally believes that my earlier words - when I said that I'll always protect her - were nothing but the truth. I will protect her from others, and from herself.

She's kissing me again; and back is the earlier aggression and need and heat. I'm thrusting inside of her, concentrating so hard on how she feels and not coming before she does, and she's twisting her fingers around my dick as she jerks me off.

"Quinn!" I gasp. "So close." I stop the deep thrust of my fingers and instead focus on short rapid thrusts, curling my fingers so that they rub against the sensitive spongy patch just inside of her as I roll my slick thumb around her clit.

She's whining and gasping into my mouth, and I can't hold off any longer. I push her hand to the base of my cock as I squirt onto my stomach. It's then that I feel the beginning flutters turn into a strong rhythmic grip of muscles against my fingers as Quinn comes, groaning my name.

We slump exhaustedly against each other, fighting for breath and feeling the occasional shudder as our orgasms ebb. I press my lips to the corner of her mouth as I gently extricate my fingers from the warmth between Quinn's legs, wiping my fingers and stomach on my vest.

I take a deep breath and pull up my boxers with sluggish movements before tugging the comforter over the both of us.

"I didn't think it would ever feel like that," Quinn sighs softly as she snuggles into my side. "And to think, there's a lot more to try."

I might be tired beyond belief, but I still find the strength to laugh a little too loudly at her. She slams her hand across my mouth and I yelp.

"You'll wake your dads." She chides.

I peel her hand away from my face and pout. "You hurt my mouth."

She's shaking her head at me, but she still leans in to kiss me. "No more laughing, Rachel. We don't want Leroy to come in here and see what we've been up to."

"Fine." I roll my eyes at her. I have jizz on my vest - which my daddy really doesn't need to see - and I'd really like to take it off and throw it across the room, but I don't know how comfortable Quinn will be if I am topless. I squirm, pulling my sticky vest away from my stomach.

"Take it off." She yawns as she snakes her hand over my hips. I don't fail to notice that she's only touching my boxers and not my vest. "I saw what you did."

I chuckle softly as I lift my upper body enough to pull the vest over my head. Grinning widely, I throw it in the direction of my bathroom door.

"That's better." Quinn sighs, her fingers trailing over my sides to find a resting place just below my breasts.

My eyes snap open when I feel her thumb brush against my nipple. This is going to be a very long night.

Tbc.