Hi everyone!
Sorry for the delay but those days had been absolutely hectic. I ate so much that I have to roll to move from place to place! So, I really hope that you enjoyed the festivities as much as I did ;)
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Warning: In this chapter there is a little bit smut but, since is the first time that I have ever tried to write that, I don't think it came out as good as I wish it could. So let me know if you think I should give up on writing smutty part. I would really use some other opinions!
The two said goodbye to the ones who were still at the club (Rachel tried not to blush at the knowing glances that Santana and Kurt were throwing at her but she failed miserably) and went outside, looking for a cab. Hands never separated, they got in the first one available and started caressing one another, looking forward to arrive at Puck's place. Her hands moved up and down his inner tight too much closer to his crotch, making it twitch in anticipation, while she was nuzzling her nose against his neck playfully.
She tried to suppress a moan when he started to whisper in her ear all the things he was going to do to her once they arrive at the apartment, but he heard it all the same and, with a shit-eating grin, he started to kiss her teasingly: at first, sweet lingering pecks on her lips, then he licked slowly her upper lip, begging for entrance. She slightly opened her mouth and sighed contently at the sensation of their tongues intertwined. Every time they kissed, it was fireworks; they never experienced something that powerful with anyone before.
Finally the taxi pulled in front of Puck's place and the two walked in the building hand in hand, with their fingers stroking against the other's; they were so worked up that, as soon as they were alone in the privacy of the elevator, they were kissing each other eagerly. Their hands were roaming on the other's body and moans could be heard, coming from the little space.
"Fuck, baby" he groaned after she brush lightly the bulge in his pants "You're so fucking hot. Shit, can't wait to have you". She smiled with her eyes closed and against his lips "You already have me"; she trailed a series of hot kisses starting from his lips and down his neck.
He tried to regain a little bit of self-control or he would take her right there and right now and he wanted to take his time for make her come undone. He inhaled deeply before saying "B, you're making it fucking harder for me…" but he was immediately interrupted by her, who said "Well, that's my main goal". So, don't blame him if he lifted her up on his shoulder and hauled her towards his door, when the lift dinged and its door opened.
Rachel was giggling from her position and wiggled trying to free herself. "Rach, if you don't stop moving I can't find the right key, open the fucking door and fuck you until you walk funny" he said to her and cursing under his breath when he put in the keyhole another wrong key. By the time they walked in the apartment (well… he walked. She was being manhandled without major complains), her giggles turned into a full laugh, because of the excitement, the nervousness and the fact the he was hilarious when he couldn't find the right key: he really showed her that he could be quite creative with his curses (don't worry: she would talk to him about the negative aspects of the usage of a foul language later; at the moment, she had a more important matter in hand…almost…).
He marched to his bedroom, put her down on his soft mattress and looked at her. They still have his coats on! So, he took off his and then helped her with hers, throwing them both on the floor.
She was looking at him in all her beauty: her strapless pink dress showed her long toned legs and her eyes where shining in anticipation. She rose on her knees and, without breaking eye contact, she unbuckled his belt and slit it from the dark jeans' loops. After that, her hands travelled north, starting to unbutton his shirt; she could see his hazel eyes turn darker and darker in lust and his tongue dart out of his mouth to wet his dry lips. When the last button was released, she helped him get rid of the shirt and started to kiss his chest: soft loving kisses were left on his pecs and abs. It was breathtaking how beautiful he was.
She had her hands on his hips in between his boxers and jeans, making the denim slide down to his ankles, when she felt the zip on the back of her dress being slid down. She got up on the bed and let him take her dress off of her, leaving her in her black lace lingerie with thin pink ribbons to recall the dress. At the beginning of that evening, she had hoped about this ending but she wouldn't bet on it: however she decided to put on the last items she purchased at Victoria's Secrets and try her luck. Guess she made the right choice!
Quickly Noah got rid of his shoes and socks and took the beautiful woman in his arms, resting her on his bed and under him.
"Perfect" he mumbled while kissing her collarbone "Fucking perfect"; that made her smile and sighed at the sensation of his warm lips on her skin. His hands worked on her back until he unhooked her bra; he took it off, setting free Rachel's breasts. His thumb passed on her right nipple, making it stand at the contact and his mouth followed right after, taking it in and teasing it with his tongue.
"Noah, don't tease" she moaned, her nails already digging on his shoulder and her legs brushing against his thighs. He laughed dryly at her reaction and left her nipple with a pop; he moved until he was looking at her face. He stared at her lips for a couple of seconds before diving in them in a passionate kiss, which was all tongue and teeth, as if they wanted to prove to the other how bad they wanted it to happen.
He was so entranced with the kiss that he didn't notice that one of her hand had left his shoulder and made its way down his torso. So he gasped in surprise when he felt her little hand grab his shaft, stroking it slowly. It felt so good that Puck had to really concentrate not to release his load; he rested his forehead on her shoulder while she attached herself at his neck, biting slightly, and kept moving her hand, driving him insane. His senses where full of her: she smelled and tasted like vanilla and strawberry, the skin was soft and warm under his hands, in front of him there where what it seemed miles and miles of perfect tanned skin and her moans and whimpers made it hard for him to focus.
So, he painfully stopped her hand and said in a low voice "Stop, babe. The first time, I want to be in you". Goosebumps appeared on her arms at his statement and the only thing that she could do was nod against his neck. After a couple of deep breaths, he kissed her sweetly for a couple of minute before moving south, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way. He crooked his fingers on her panties' waistband and gently tugged them down. Fuck, she really was perfect. She was looking at him with messy hair, red lips and no clothes on and he was sure that he had never seen something so damn beautiful in his entire life. He got rid of his boxer too and made his way back to Rachel's lips, focusing on leaving hot kisses especially in her inner thighs, just next to her core. He heard her moan loudly and her hands went to his mohawk, caressing it.
He was hovering her when she said "Condom…Noah, where are the condoms?". He moved until he was able to reach the nightstand and opened the first drawer. He grabbed it and slid it down his length before sliding into her easily.
She gasped at the sensation of fullness that pervaded her, whispering hotly his name in his ear, while he had to stop his movements. "Shit, B!" he tried to say in the calmest voice possible "You're so tight", but the more he stayed still, the more she grew impatient so she decided to take the matter in her own hands: she started to move her hips, making him hiss in pleasure. He laughed dryly and kissed her on her mouth as if his life depended on it before starting to move again. The pace started painfully slow, just to increase, making her toes curl and her back arch and, with her nails, she surely was tracing red marks on his back. She came undone first: eyes clutched, heart beating fast and his name on her lips like a yelled chant, but he was right behind her, falling after her into the oblivion.
She caressed his back softly, trying to soothe the marks she left and they kissed without hurry, brushing noses and smiling against one another's lips. He was the first one to really move; he slid away (making her growl… he almost went hard again at that; his girl was fucking hot like that!) and got up to get rid of the used condom.
When he come back in the bed, she was slightly shivering so he grabbed the comforter that was lying at the feet of the bed and covered them both, taking her in his arms as soon as they were under it. The little kisses she dropped on his neck made him smile and hold on her tighter.
"Babe, that was fucking amazing" he said in a low voice, making her laugh and blush at the same time. How she managed to be so fucking sexy and adorable at the same time was beyond him. "Yes, Noah. That was really beautiful" she replied with a sweet smile while her eyes were roaming his face. His eyes seemed practically green, his jaw was relaxed and, on his lips, a little smile lighted the whole room.
What they had just shared was something totally knew for Puck. Don't get him wrong… he knew fucking well what was that, he was a champ at that, it's just that usually, when he had sex with someone, it was angry: a series of bites and deep, strong, quick thrust. But this was gentle, and sweet, and not rushed. He had the insane feeling of protectiveness towards her, like she might break easily (which he knew it was bullshit because she was the fiercest person in this planet) and he wanted to be by her side and be her shelter in the fucking rain. (That's it… he officially lost his balls; if you wanted them you can look in her purse. They were together from a couple of hours and he was already turning in a pussy. And, as weird as it may sound, he was quite okay with it!).
He didn't even feel the need to run down the hills after fucking her. On the contrary, she felt so right in his arms, looking at him with a soft smile and whispering sweet nothing in his ear. He didn't want to let her go, like EVER!
He tightened his grip on her and rolled so she ended up on him, making her giggle against his chest. She put her hands flat on his pecs and rested her chin on them so she could look at him in the eyes. He was unusually silent so she said "One penny for your thoughts" with a smile, shivering when his callous hand started moving down her spine.
He smiled and said back "Just thinking about how fucking beautiful you are", laughing when she blushed furiously. As soon as he regained a little bit of control he told her "Babe, don't be shy. It's not the first time I said that to you. And it's not like I'm the first one that told you that you're beautiful", feeling a little uneasy at the mere thought of her with someone else. She bit her lower lips and replied "I know, Noah… It's just that the way you said it, makes it seem so true; it makes me blush every time you do it. With the others" she shrugged looking away from him "it felt more like they said it just because they were supposed to… that they didn't believe it for real".
His other hand rested behind her neck and his thumb stroked gently her cheek while saying "That's because they were pansies,"; she smacked him lightly when he said it but he continued "You need a man. And, lucky you, I am very much one. Or should I show you that again?". With a wicked smile, he made her slide on him and hungrily kissed her lips.
They went on and on until dawn, when they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Puck woke up and stiffed momentarily when he yawned. He looked down at Rachel who was still asleep and smiled at the vision: her hair was ruffled, her long eyelashes were resting on the slightly red cheeks. The faint light coming from the window illuminated one of her side.
He caressed her cheek, making her sigh, wiggle in his arms and tighten her grip on his waist. Their legs were intertwined and her feet raised on his calf, stopping when she found the most comfortable position. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her sweet scent and closed his eyes again, deciding it was the best decision to go back to sleep.
However, someone decided that he had to wake up because his phone ringed from somewhere on the floor. He tried to slide away without waking Rachel up but it was pointless because, as soon as he got up to look for his phone, she rubbed her eyes sleepily and asked him in a low voice "Where are you going Noah?. He leaned down to grab his mobile and turned around in all his naked glory, wiggling his eyebrows and the item and making her laugh.
He started to come back in the bed while answering "Who the hell is it calling at the crack of dawn?!". A laugh was the answer of the caller as he laid down next to Rachel, letting her crawl back in his arms and kiss his ribs while he caressed her back. "It can't be consider crack of dawn, Puck. It's two p.m.!" Finn's unmistakeably voice said to the mohawked man, who frowned when he recognized the man. "Hudson! What do you want?" he asked; the woman at his side got up when he told her brother's surname forgetting her naked status so Puck totally missed his friend's reply because he was a little distracted by her perfect tits. She rolled her eyes and covered up with the comforter so Puck could say "Sorry, dude. I wasn't listening" and hear Finn's answer "I said, is Rachel still there? I didn't hear from her yet and I started to worry; she usually calls me by now when she's away so I wanted to know if she was still there".
He mouthed her 'he got worried' and she did a sad little pout but slapped his arm when she heard him say "You know she's fucking 22, right? Or were you afraid that she got lonely? Don't worry, I…". Before he could say anything else, she stole his phone and said "Hi Finn, I'm sorry if I didn't call to tell you that I was okay and that you shouldn't get worry but we overslept. How are you?". Noah kissed her shoulder and decided to go and eat something since he couldn't spend a lazy day in bed alone with his girl.
He walked his way to the kitchen, not before putting his boxer on (Sam already busted his ass several time about being commando in the house… if you asked him, it was because he was fucking intimidate by Puck's missile). He heard the faint rumour of the TV in the background, signalling that the blonde was home, so he decided to greet him with a "Why are you fucking here? Quinn threw you out of her place? Poor thing realized that you sucked in bed and kicked you in the balls and out of there?". Sam rolled his eyes and replied "Happy new year to you too, asshole. Thought that Rachel would make you better but I suppose it's like mission impossible"; Puck flipped him the bird and went to the kitchen to fix something for Rachel and himself to eat.
He was chopping fruits for a fruit salad when he felt a presence behind him. He turned and saw his best friend leaning on the door, sighing, and with dreamy eyes so he said "Dude, if you're crushing on me, sorry but you're not my type. Always preferred brunette anyway".
Without thinking, Sam said slightly offended "Since when? You've never been picky!"; that made Puck double in laugh and declare "I fucking knew that you have the hots for me! Should I put on a tee so you don't feel the urge to jump on my bone?". He moved just in time to dodge an apple that his roommate threw at him. Sam scoffed and asked "Why the hell can't I have a normal conversation with you about how I feel?" And waited for Puck's response, which was "It's because I'm a fucking dude and I don't do heartfelt conversation like all you girls; I really don't think I can handle all that high-pitched yells about how hot Justin Bieber is. If I wanted to hear that I would just go back to Massachusetts!". Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest and mumbled "Shut up… He's a great artist". Noah smirked amused at him and he refocused on preparing the very, very late brunch.
"However" Sam said seriously "Quinn is pretty perfect! She's funny, sexy, smart and…" but Puck interrupted him by saying "So why does she spend time with you?". He narrowed his eyes at his mohawked friend and continued "yesterday night… or this early morning, I don't know… it was incredible!". Noah nodded while still chopping the fruit and said "And this is why you're here and not at Quinn's place". The blonde's mouth fell open and said immediately "At least I got laid! The furthest you got with Rachel was sucking her face off! She really should put it out so you would be less of an asshole!".
Puck laughed out loud when a feminine voice yelled "Samuel Evans!". He turned around and grunted at the sight: Rachel was standing there in all her glory. The shirt he wore the night before came down to her mid-tights and the sleeves were rolled up so her hands would pop up, her face free from make-up (and fuck him if she wasn't still stunning!) and her long hair entrapped in a messy bun. All Puck (and big Puck) wanted to do was dragging her in his bedroom and go for another thousand rounds.
But the spitfire that was his girlfriend didn't have a clue about how he felt at the moment and kept chastising a speechless Sam "It was very rude from you to say something like that! I let you know that sex doesn't influence anyone's personality so much and it really shocks me the fact that you're talking in such crass manners! I would expect that from him," pointing at Puck "not from you! You should know not to objectify women and see us just as a way to keep you men satisfied! I thought you would really known better!". And like that Sam bowed his head, just like a very regretful child who was been scolded by his mother, and said "Sorry, Rachel". Rachel nodded seriously and stated "I forgive you, Sam. Sorry if I got mad but I expect so much from you too! You are very nice and polite man and I really wish you would keep acting like the gentleman you are, without any kind of misogynistic and sexist thought".
She kissed him in the cheek and flashed him a huge smile before walking to Puck and pecked him on the lips. She eyed the fruit salad and said "Is it for me?", beaming at him and making him smile back. He nodded and replied "Yes, babe. I was thinking about cooking omelettes too but I wasn't sure if you eat eggs", at which she answered "Yes, I do eat eggs. I also eat honey and diary, even if I tried to avoid the latter as much as possible because it's not very healthy for my vocal cords. Let me prepare the omelettes!".
Rachel settled next to him and grabbed the eggs he took out of the fridge and started to crack them. She turned to Sam and asked with a big smile "Would you like omelettes too?"; Puck didn't manage to turn fast enough to let his friend understand that he wanted to stay alone with his girl that the blonde already answered with an enthusiastic "Yes!" (Noah glared at him anyway and Sam poked out his tongue in response).
When everything was ready, the threesome set around the table and shared a lovely late brunch (Rachel's words, of course). The only thing that kept him happy was the way their legs were touching the other's under the table. When they finished eating, Sam proposed himself for clearing the table away and put the dishes in the dishwasher, so Puck could be able to drag her back in his room.
When he closed the door, he turned around and saw an amused Rachel, who said "Noah, I want to spend time with you too but we're being rude right now! What about Sam?". He walked the distance between them until his arms were able to slide around her waist and said "Don't worry for him: he will be fine even without us around and I prefer spending some quality time with you", nibbling lightly at her neck. Rachel closed her eyes and smiled feeling his mouth working on her neck while her arms settled on his shoulder, holding him tight in her arms.
"Noah, I should go home" she sighed, but Puck shook his head still in the crook of her neck and said "The hell you're going home today. You're completely mine for the day. And for the ones after". He raised her gently in his arms and her legs immediately went around his waist; he walked to his bed and sat down on the edge of it. Rachel was seating on his legs and the two started to share kisses but, as soon as Puck tried to move his hand from her thigh to her core, she stopped him.
"Sam" she whispered and his eyes grew wider before he could say with the calmest voice he could pull out "How did you just call me, Rachel?". She chuckled and told him "Silly. I was telling you that we can't do that because there is Sam in the house and I'm not going to have intercourse with you if there's a possibility that he could hear us. It's something I want to keep just for ourselves". "Come on, babe… We can try to be quiet" he said almost in a whine, at which Rachel rose one of her eyebrow and smirked and replied "Does this night teach you anything at all? We can't be quiet".
Noah smiled at her tightened his hold on her, fell backwards on the bed dragging her with him. He caressed her legs until his hands stopped on the perfectness that was her ass. "I say we can try…" he stated, entrapping her lips in a passionate kiss that reduced her in mush: he was very, very skilled with his lips (well, not only with his lips… let's just say that she was a very lucky woman!).
The kiss stopped and they looked into each other's eyes. He was mesmerized by how beautiful she was: her long hair was falling down, framing her beautiful face, and her eyes were so shining and deep that he could stare at them all day long. "Fuck, you're beautiful" he muttered, making her giggle and reply "Thank you very much. But I haven't change my mind". In that very moment, Sam knocked at Puck's door and yelled without opening it "I'm heading at Quinn's! See you soon, Rach!". Noah exulted silently at it while Rachel slapped him in the chest and yelled back "Bye Sam! Say hi to Quinn from me!".
When they heard the door closing, he grinned at her and said "Just you and me, babe" and she kissed him sweetly on his lips and whispered against them "You and me" before they rolled on the bed, laughing and kissing each other.
They were lying in his bed, her head on his chest while he was passing his fingers through her soft hair, lost in a post sex bliss.
"Noah?" she asked calmly "Would you sing for me?", making him stop and, with an amused voice, ask back "And why would I do that?". He loosened his hold on her just to let her turn to see him in the eyes. When she was settled, Rachel answered "Because you promised"; Noah chocked up an eyebrow but she continued "That night at the bar… You told me that the first time you were going to sing for me, it would have been a private show. And it just you and me now".
Puck rolled his eyes but got up nonetheless; he couldn't resist to Rachel's pout. He came back in a mere minute and sat down with the guitar on his lap, playing lightly with the strings. Rachel was lying next to him, her hands between her head and the pillow and her eyes glued to Puck's figure. He looked down at her and, with a smile, asked "Any request?". She barely shook her head and whispered "No. Surprise me".
His finger moved confidently on the strings, playing the first chord of "Sweet Caroline". He started to sing with a smirk on his face while Rachel was staring at him adoringly: his voice was beautiful. It was smooth and deep while he sang with ability the lyrics. The way he moved his hands on the guitar was decisive and gentle; you could really see that he was a real expert at it.
The woman found herself getting wetter: she knew Puck was absolutely charming but, the right moment he opened his mouth to sing, became irresistible for her. She bit her lower lips and rub her thighs against one another, hoping to hide her arousal.
When he stopped singing, he put down gently the instrument and looked at her with a wicked smile, asking "Did I make you hot, Rach?". The brunette rose from her position and straddled him, putting her arms around his neck, while his arms immediately went around her waist, dragging her close enough for their chests to touch. She could feel his dick twitch and grow under her but she had to say something serious before taking care of that, so she stated with a serious voice "You are amazing, Noah. You're voice is something unique and beautiful. I think of myself as a very lucky woman because you let me hear it so, thank you".
Puck felt her heart beating faster after what she said. No one had ever told him something like that about his voice. Not even his mother. Rachel made him really feel like he was one of the best thing on the fucking earth and, for the first time, he felt like, maybe, he wasn't so fucked-up like everyone thought, that he could do great things too. He wanted to be that person for her and was scared shitless to disappoint her: it broke his heart just thinking about it.
Noah felt like a lump in his throat so, instead of words, he kissed her with all the sweetness and devotion that he could master. He wanted to let her know how he felt about her since he started to realize that there was something more between them; even if he still wasn't ready to say it in words. And, even if they got together officially from a day, he wanted to tell that he was the best fucking thing that ever happened to him and he would fought tooth and nail for her, for them.
The kiss drew a smile in both of them and transformed itself in pecks and cute nose-nuzzles, that made them giggle like teenagers (yes… even Puck. When it came to his girl we would turn into a giant teddy bear. But he would deny it until the end of time).
She put her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply after pecking it while he was kissing her lightly on her shoulder. They stayed like that in a content silence until he muttered against her skin "I promise I won't hurt you". She changed her position and took his head in her hands and replied "I know, Noah. I trust you"; but he shook his head forcefully so she had to drop her hands, which stopped on his chest.
"You don't get it, B. It's like sure that I will hurt you: I am a stripper, for fuck's sake! It has written 'hurt' all over the place. I've never had a real damn girlfriend so I don't know shit about what I am supposed to do and I will forget anniversaries or birthdays or stuff like that but, I promise you, that I'll try my hardest not to let it happen" he dropped his gaze because looking at her right into her eyes was too intense "I will do my fucking best to make you happy".
Rachel's eyes shone of unshared tears; she caressed his cheek and, after making him look back at her, said "You are one of the best men I know and I'm certain that you will treat my heart with respect. I swear I will do the same with yours, if you let me in. I know what type of man you think you are but, when I look at you, all I see is a kind-hearted , funny, caring man. And I trust you. Do you trust me?"
He nodded and attached himself to her lips again, this time deepening the kiss. His plan was to spend all day and night long making her understand that he was in for the long haul the best way he knew how, so he grabbed another condom ready for another round.
This year is going to be fucking perfect.
Soooo... What do you think? Don't be shy 'cause, as I wrote at the beginning of the chapter, I would really use your opinion!
See you soon, darlings!