A/N: Thank you again for the reviews and notifications! I'm really enjoying writing this one. I especially want to thankxmonalisa for nudging me to write this when I wasn't going to, and for listening to me bounce ideas.

M - for language and smut – no longer in future chapters. Right now! This chapter is almost entirely smut, so don't read if you're too young or offended by such things.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

By the time Puck left the club, Rachel was bending over with her head inside a cab speaking to the driver. Her dress was riding a little higher since she was bent forward, and damn her ass was just right there! She started to climb in, looking back at him as she went. He followed her in and she scooched across the back seat to the far side. For a minute she looked shy, nervous maybe, which he was not expecting at all. Puck did not want her changing her mind, so he slid close to her and brushes her cheek with his hand. He felt like he should say something sweet and reassuring, but the best he could come up with was, "Fuck, you're sexy!"

Her stomach fluttered as the reality of what she was doing settled in, but she wasn't really questioning it. She was just nervous and excited. She studied his face and reached out to run her thumb along his jaw. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days and the scruff was driving her mad. Her mind wandered entirely against her will to the places she might have whisker burns tomorrow, which made her face flush bright pink.

He leaned closer, brushed his lips over hers, and asked, "What?"

She put her finger over his lips before leaning in to kiss a wet line up his jaw to his ear where she whispered, "Shhhhh." No talking. No thinking.

He growled a little when she nipped his earlobe and slid one hand around her back. With the other one he finally grabbed that little round ass. He pulled her out of her seat, so she was half on top of him, and then found her mouth again. Their tongues were sliding together almost immediately, and she just quit thinking entirely. She was positioned awkwardly, so she slid away a bit and shifted so she was sitting beside him again, but their mouths never lost contact. Her right hand was on his bicep and the left began to travel down from his neck to explore his chest and abs, finally settling on his thigh. Her thumb brushed back and forth over his jeans where his hip met his thigh and it was driving him insane.

Well, two can play at that game, he thought, so he left her mouth to kiss down the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder. Fuck yes to the strapless dress. At the same time he moved his hand around from behind her and began to knead her thigh in a slow circular motion. His hand slid further up with each pass and started to inch her skirt up bit by bit. He was very aware that they were in the back of a cab, and she would likely stop him at any moment, but he really wanted to see how far she'd let him take this.

His hands felt so incredible on her, and she was already so ready. It had been a long time, and his mouth was doing things that almost made her forget where they were. When his fingers slid under her skirt, so close to where she wanted them, she let out this little noise somewhere between a hum and a moan, and allowed her hand to ghost over his jeans until she felt him hard against her palm.

He sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on her shoulder a little when he felt her hand on him. His reaction sent a wave of desire through her, and she continued to rub him through his jeans, increasing the pressure. Damn it! He didn't want her to stop, but he kinda needed her to stop.

Partly to distract her from her movements, and partly cause he wanted to see if she'd let him, he slid both hands up her hips, under her skirt, and toyed with the edges of her panties. To his surprise she lifted her hips and her breathing became fast and shallow. Hell yes! He tugged her panties down as far as her knees where she worked her legs out of them, leaving them on the floor along with her shoes. She realized it was insane, but when Rachel decided to do something, she just didn't do it half way. Also, with his hand sliding back up her thigh, it didn't seem that crazy.

When the cab suddenly came to a stop, and the lights of the hotel illuminated the interior, Rachel jumped back, startled. She quickly shoved some money at the cab driver without meeting his eyes, retrieved her shoes, and exited the cab as quickly as possible. Puck grabbed the panties from the floor, shoved them in his pocket, and followed her out.

Rachel wasn't drunk, but she was certainly a little buzzed. Maybe that helped the whole thing to seem funny instead of mortifying. Whatever the reason, as she grabbed Puck's arm and rushed into the lobby, she couldn't stifle the laughter that was bubbling up inside of her. She had never been a rule breaker. Never tried to sneak out of the house. Never skipped class. Never disobeyed traffic laws. Now she was stumbling through the hotel in her bare feet, wearing absolutely nothing under her dress, fighting to suppress her giggles. This incredible, sexy stranger was grinning at her and kissing her shoulder. She felt liberated. It was like this moment made up for all the things she'd ever wanted to do, but hadn't because she was too responsible or too afraid.

Puck behaved himself, for the most part, as they made their way to her hotel room, but the cab ride had left him more than ready, and his self-restraint was wearing thin. As she was fishing for her room key, he swept the hair away from the back of her neck and began kissing way his from her left shoulder across to her right. His other hand was skimming up the back of her dress, and as she slid her card into the lock, he slid her zipper down. She pressed her forearm against her chest to keep the dress from falling off, and spun around in the doorway to glare at him. There was a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth, so Puck ignored her mock indignation, threaded both hands through her hair, and kissed her hard.

He backed her into the room so he could let the door close, and she dropped her shoes and purse, sliding her free hand under his shirt. She wanted to feel every firm groove and plane of his torso. He released her long enough to tug his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor, but immediately reached for her again. As she blindly backed further into the room, she tripped over her discarded shoe and stumbled into the open closet area to the left of the door. She grabbed at the hanging clothes, pulling them off their hangers until her back was against the wall and she was stable again. She reached for his beautiful bare shoulders, pulling him toward her and allowed her dress to fall to the floor. He pressed her into the wall, kissing her again. His hands rushed over her body, down her sides, along her hip bones, and almost came together at the juncture of her thighs, before smoothing back up her abdomen to cup both her breasts. When he began to flick his thumbs over her nipples, she moaned and reached for his belt. If she had to wait much longer, she was pretty sure she'd explode.

He groaned as she pulled his zipper down. His jeans had become uncomfortably tight, and he was ready to be out of them, but he had other plans first. He grabbed her hands, before she could distract him, and held them to her sides. His mouth began a tortuously slow journey down her body, stopping to attend to her breasts, and then making a trail with his tongue to swirl around her bellybutton. By the time he reached the crease where her hip met her thigh her breathing was erratic. He released her hands and lifted one of her legs over his elbow so he could continue his path. He licked and nipped at the inside of her thigh until she whimpered and she was trembling slightly, then he moved her leg up to his shoulder, spread her open with his thumb and finger, and licked her firmly from bottom to top a couple of times before focusing on her clit.

Rachel pressed one hand against the wall and gripped the clothes rod with the other, afraid her legs would give out. She was whimpering and whining as his tongue flicked back and forth over her. "Oh God . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . so good . . . so . . ." He grinned against her, pleased that he made her break her self-imposed ban on talking. It had been so long, and he was so very good at this, Rachel knew it wasn't going to take much more. He pressed his tongue against her in hard flat strokes, two, maybe three times, and then she stiffened above him briefly before collapsing beneath a delicious wave of violent tremors and nonsensical high pitched sounds. He lowered her leg and she continued to tremble as she started to slide down the wall.

He grabbed her around the waist before she slid to the floor, and lifted her over his shoulder as he stood. She gave a breathless squeak, as he spun around and crossed the room. He deposited her unceremoniously on the bed where she lay limply, smiling.

"Mmmmmmmmm, thank you," she murmured. As she watched him shed the rest of his clothes, she had yet to regain any desire to move. Seeing him spectacular and bare before her did nothing to help her come down from her high, but watching his sculpted form climb toward her somehow restored her mobility. She leaned up on her elbows to meet his mouth as he climbed between her legs.

They kissed heatedly for a minute, then he rocked back on his heels, ripped the wrapper off the condom he had grabbed from his jeans, and quickly smoothed it on. He climbed back between her parted knees, kissing and touching, rocking his hips against her. He reached down to position himself at her entrance and pushed in a little bit. She gripped his back and wrapped her legs around him, arching to taking him in further. This caused them both to moan. He began thrusting forcefully into her, keeping a slow steady rhythm.

"Baby, you feel so fuckin' good," he panted in her ear, "so tight. Fuck!" As he pistoned in and out of her, he licked and nipped at her neck. Her tight little body and her sexy little noises were making him insane. He was calling on all of his restraint, wanting to get her off a second time before he let go.

She ran her hands up and down his back feeling the muscles flex and move. He was even sexier than she had imagined and the feeling of him moving inside her was the most perfect sensation she had ever experienced. He picked up the pace of his thrusts and Rachel felt the tension coiling inside her again. When he heard her breath turn ragged in his ear, he knew she was close. He reached between them and began circling her clit with his index finger. "Yes . . . like that . . . ung . . . d-don't stop."

His movements were becoming frantic and irregular, and he needed her to get there soon. "Baby, let go . . . wanna . . . uh . . . feel you come. . . just –" His words dissolved into grunts, but fortunately they were enough to push her over the edge with him. She clenched around him, and clutched at his back even harder as they rode out their orgasms. When they were both spent and struggling together for breath, he rolled off of her to dispose of the condom.

"That was fucking incredible."

"Amazing," Rachel panted, struggling to catch her breath. "So much better than I expected."

That brought a hearty laugh from Puck. He rolled back toward her, trapping her under his arm. "I'm not sure if that was a compliment."

Rachel stammered, "No, no, I just meant I haven't really . . . I mean, I've never . . . I mean, my boyfriend in high school, he usually didn't make it past the opening number, so to speak, and then the one in college . . . it was sweet, and lovely, but not . . ." Rachel blew out a breath and started again. "Contrary to the impression I may have given in the club, I've never done this before, so I'm not sure what I was expecting, but yes, it was a compliment."

"A couple of orgasms, and she learns to talk." Rachel tried turn away, embarrassed, but he held her still. "So you mean you've never dragged a stranger out of a bar without saying two words to him until you were naked and is tongue was –"

"Stop, stop, stop! Yes that's what I mean! I've never had a one night stand, OK? Or any kind of casual sex actually."

"Seriously? Well, welcome to the neighborhood, it's not a bad place." He grinned at her and thought about her rambling explanation. The way her cheeks got even pinker and her eyes got big when she was embarrassed, it was kinda cute. He decided to tease her a little more. "So speedy and sweetie and that's it?"

"Well, um, and you. Yes, that's it. I don't know why I'm even telling you all this. If I was ever going to see you again, I'd me horrified at my inability to shut up right now."

He shifted further on top of her and pulled her hands above her head, pinning them there with one of his hands. He ran the fingers of his other hand down the back of her arm and along her ribs and watched her with a smirk. "So I guess that makes me the best you've ever had then. Go ahead, you can admit it." He winked, continuing to graze her side with his fingertips.

Rachel giggled and squirmed beneath him. "Fine, yes, you're the best. Is that what you want to hear? But I'm not sure your competition was all that stiff." Rachel's own joke sent her into a fit of laughter.

Puck groaned and released her flopping down next to her. "That was terrible."

Her laughter tapered off and they were quiet for a moment. He played absently with her hair and she smiled at nothing in particular, then her stomach growled loudly.

Puck looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. "Hungry?"

"I was too nervous to eat dinner," she admitted. "Maybe there's a vending machine down the hall."

Puck got up and started gathering his clothes. "I'll go check."

"Thanks."

She watched him dress, trying to memorize every glorious inch of him. She knew he probably wasn't coming back, but it seemed like an easy pretense to avoid an uncomfortable goodbye. Once he was gone, Rachel got some shorts and a tank top from her suitcase and then headed to the bathroom to wash up. She got dressed, pulled her hair into a messy bun, and washed the stars and glitter from her face. Just as she was slipping into her tennis shoes to go look for a vending machine herself, she heard the lock trip. He was back. Well, that was unexpected.

"The vending machine's out of order, but I have a better idea. Come on."