Summary: Much to Santana's annoyance, Tina Cohen-Chang of all people calls Brittany and interrupts the two girls in the middle of an intimate moment then refuses to get off the phone. Brittany's wandering hands and multitasking abilities make it difficult for Santana to stay quiet.
Set during the summer after Season 3.
A/N: A lot of this one shot will be pure smut - more than the other two chapters - silly, slightly chaotic smut. Apparently all I can write about lately is Brittana sex.
TW: Anyway, fair warning: if you're not comfortable with sexual content then this one probably won't be your thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the related characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made.
Santana texted Brittany to say she was on her way over as soon as she woke up practically, not waiting on a reply before she quickly showered and ran a brush through black hair. She had pouted and grumbled throughout most of the two week trip to Puerto Rico her mother had just forced her to join her on. For once, Brittany hadn't been able to accompany them to the island on the Lopez family's annual trip because she had to go visit Whitney's parents out in the country for a while instead. By the time Maribel and Santana returned home, Britt was still away for another week. Santana was missing her girlfriend terribly.
It still gave her such a thrill that she was able to call Brittany that term confidently now without fear and could even tell other people about her sometimes. Her obnoxious younger cousins all sort of knew about Brittany and Santana now, so the dark-haired girl endured relentless teasing from them about how whipped she was for the blonde girl. Her extended family had known Brittany since she was twelve practically and didn't seem remotely surprised when they found out that the two were an official couple.
It was no secret that her cousins got on her nerves and vice-versa but they all liked Brittany's company more than Santana's, so they were disappointed at the tall blonde not being able to join them.
Maribel rolled her eyes at Santana's pining and grouching, telling her she needed to spend some time with the family for a change, including her mother as she hadn't had much family time for the entire year and they wanted to celebrate her graduation.
Of course, Santana had spent half of the trip texting Brittany on the beach or from whichever aunt or uncle's house they went to, much to her mother's disapproval. She had blushed, quickly hiding the screen of her phone when Brittany sent her a topless picture without warning in the middle of a party Santana's cousins were having one night. That was quickly followed by a pic of something else a lot further down on the blonde's body that made Santana blush so hard and stutter so much she almost couldn't turn her phone screen off in time. Her nosy older male cousin quickly figured out what had happened and of course blabbed about it to all the others, so they all wouldn't stop laughing about it, making Santana the entertainment for the night.
That girl just drove Santana crazy.
"You're up bright and early, Mija. It's unusual to see you awake before ten, especially on a summer weekend and with that happy look on your face too," Maribel teased, standing over the stove and stirring something around in a frying pan. "That's a surprise but something tells me I know the reason for that smile on your face. Do you want breakfast?"
Santana shook her head, grabbing a slice of toast on her way out and taking a bite out of it. She wasn't a food for breakfast person and she didn't even care about food at the moment when she had somewhere to be. She glanced at her gold watch, noticing it was only seven thirty but she didn't see the point in waiting when she could be at Brittany's house. It was the first time they had spent so much time away from each other since they began officially dating.
"See you later, Mami. Sleepover at Britt's house."
Maribel just smirked at her daughter, shaking her head as Santana practically dashed out of the Lopez house and walked at a fast pace over to the Pierce's smaller house just down the block. Santana didn't need to pack anything to take with her because she already practically had a drawer full of clothes in Brittany's bedroom and a toothbrush from all of the times they had spent together. It took a few rings of the doorbell and another text before the blonde eventually came down to let her in. Brittany looked a little groggy and was yawning, wearing the cutest pink pajamas Santana had ever seen along with fuzzy slippers.
"Santana? Am I having that dream again?" She sounded a little confused by her being there so early but her eyes lit up.
Santana immediately threw her arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I missed you."
"Me too." Brittany whispered, giggling as Santana held her so tightly for a very long time. She nuzzled into the soft, pale skin of Brittany's neck. Her delicate, floral scent was soothing, immediately calming Santana's nerves. Brittany's skin was as soft and cool to the touch as always. Santana felt almost light-headed with relief. "Santana, you're acting like I was away for six months. You're so cute. Are you crying?"
Santana just sniffled, wiping away what they both knew were happy tears as Brittany stroked her hair, both of them grinning at each other.
"You look all tanned. More muscular too. So sexy." Brittany commented, her eyes tracking down Santana's frame and taking in the sight of her in just a tank top and shorts, with a sly little sideways smile. Santana smirked and stood a little straighter as she strutted around the Pierce family's living room, enjoying the way Brittany was admiring her.
"Look who's talking? Britt, you're the most beautiful girl in the world." Santana flirted, noticing the new freckles on Brittany's cheeks and appreciating the beachy, tousled waves in her blonde hair that was now even lighter because of all the time she spent in the sun. Brittany giggled, pressing her soft lips to hers sweetly in a chaste kiss. It was dizzying how good Brittany's soft lips felt against hers again. Santana wanted a lot more than that but she was content with it for now, enjoying how relaxed everything was with the blonde that summer day.
They lay around in comfortable silence for a while, Brittany resting her legs on Santana's lap as she mindlessly flipped through channels on TV while Santana stroked her skin. She could barely keep the smile off of her face as they just lay around on the couch relaxing while Brittany ate sugary cereal from a bowl. The milk was multi-coloured because of the rainbow marshmallows in the cereal, which Brittany liked even more. It was good to be back in Brittany's company and they didn't need to be doing anything special at all. Lord Tubbington swished his tail in annoyance at Santana when he saw her as he usually did and she narrowed her eyes at him in return.
Whitney, Pierce and Brittany's little sister Tiffany were away again visiting another one of their relatives in the middle of bumfuck nowhere countryside meaning that they had the entire house to themselves for at least a week starting that day. Santana fully intended to take advantage of not having any awkward moments from family interrupting them. Whitney was just a little too supportive and enthusiastic about their relationship, never missing the chance to pop into Brittany's room unannounced and embarrass the two girls.
They got into their bikinis a few hours later and excitedly headed into the Pierces' backyard, holding hands the entire time. Santana always enjoyed how homey and quaint their backyard was. It reminded her of those carefree summers when her and Brittany were giddy and falling in love for the first time.
Their backyard wasn't anywhere as large or fancy as the Lopez family's own with its stone pathways and monuments, but it was big enough for a large oak tree with Brittany's treehouse from childhood built into the branches, a wooden deck with a bunch of old chairs, a barbecue, Whitney's rose bushes, and a small swimming pool towards the side. There was even a sundial and a little water fountain. The broken swing set was still in the other corner, along with some of the parents' other unfinished craft projects because Brittany's parents never liked to throw anything away but it made Santana smile to see everything the same as it always was. She always felt safe in the warmth atmosphere of the Pierce house in a way she never felt even in her own home.
The plants were always a little haphazard and overgrown because Whitney just seemed to plant whatever she felt like whenever she felt like it, which wasn't surprising given how eccentric the woman was. The flower bushes were currently in full bloom with bright shades of yellow, red, blue, and purple, the pool was cleaned, dandelions were springing up here and there, and the lawn had just been cut, so all in all it was very pleasant. The thick hedge that surrounded the wooden fence was high enough to hide them from the prying eyes of any neighbours, which was a good thing given how many risqué situations Brittany and Santana had got up to in that pool over the years.
Santana could hardly keep her eyes off of Brittany in her lime green bikini. She noticed the way Brittany kept checking out her more defined abs as well. Brittany passed her a tube of sunscreen wordlessly and lay on her front on the closest deck chair. Santana swallowed hard and squeezed some of the sunscreen into her hands, slowly rubbing it on Brittany's shoulders and back.
She noticed the way the girl tensed up slightly when Santana's hands were rubbing the backs of her silky legs and thighs. Santana smirked, knowing how sensitive Brittany's thighs were and trying to resist the urge to kiss them when they were right in front of her. She gave in to that urge for a moment, pressing her lips against Brittany's smooth skin before she applied the sunscreen and was proud of the way Brittany shivered.
Blue eyes were dancing over her playfully when the blonde girl flipped over so that Santana could apply sunscreen to the front of her body. When it came time for Brittany to do the same for her, Santana closed her eyes and clenched her thighs together ever so slightly, trying to keep her breathing even. If she was getting so worked up about just sunscreen, how was she going to be when they actually got into bed together again?
After a few minutes of sunbathing, they jumped into the pool and Santana couldn't take it anymore. She didn't hesitate before grabbing Brittany by the waist. Brittany looked at her in delighted surprise and gasped when Santana pushed her up against the pool wall then kissed her fiercely.
"I've been waiting for a long time to do that again." Santana husked against her lips.
"You should keep doing it." Brittany sighed happily, tracing her fingertips over Santana's jawline.
They continued to kiss and kiss until Santana was starting to feel like she was going to be shoving her hand into Brittany's bikini bottoms if they kept this up for a second longer. Brittany surprised her by pulling away with a little elfish smile and getting out of the pool.
"Such a tease." She murmured in response to the blonde's antics, smiling back at her playfully but following the blonde back into the house obediently. She tried her best to be respectful and make this day a little more romantic, shockingly not even getting into the shower with Brittany as she usually would have when the two took turns washing the sweat, chlorine and sunscreen off of themselves later. That would come later and she'd try to make it a little more special for Brittany now that they had all this time to themselves.
"Mm, that's hot." Brittany hummed as Santana pushed her down on the bed by her shoulders and straddled her. Santana smirked cockily. Brittany wrapped her legs around Santana's waist instantly, crossing her ankles when Santana began slowly rocking her hips, pushing her core against hers. Brittany just submitted to her with a whimper, which made it that much hotter. Brittany stroked Santana's back, letting her head fall back against the pillow so that her light hair fanned out prettily around her.
"What do you say we bang one out?"
It wasn't the most romantic way she could have presented this but it got the message across. Brittany murmured in agreement then bit her lip and her cheeks were already flushed, which told Santana that she was just as turned on. Her blue eyes darkened in lust.
"I love when you're in this mood." Brittany told her softly.
There was absolutely nothing for Santana to worry about today other than bringing Brittany pleasure in the bedroom. It was the middle of summer - her favourite season, it was sunny and beautiful out and she had Brittany pressed down into her bed on familiar, freshly laundered, pink and blue striped sheets.
Santana hadn't been intimate with Brittany for a while so she was intent on making up for lost time. Lord Tubbington was no doubt wandering around somewhere in the Pierce house but Santana didn't think he would interrupt them by jumping on her back or yowling loudly as he had before during some of her previous intimate moments with Brittany.
When they had finished watching their fifth episode of One Tree Hill, Santana hadn't been able to resist the urge to just push Brittany back on the bed and the mood between them immediately shifted as that familiar tension heightened. She was trying to be patient all day but spending hours in a pool with Brittany just wearing so little had done nothing to tame her hormones and now that they were alone in Brittany's room, it was all she could think about.
From then on, it was a rush for them to get all of their clothes off, just as it had always been since they started doing this. Brittany went along with it right away, already pulling her shirt and bra off while Santana pulled away to strip off her own clothes as fast as she could like they were sixteen again. It was just as exciting doing this now as it had been the first time they had done it. Santana could hardly breathe, her heart thudding when she pressed her bare, heated skin up against Brittany's and sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling.
"How do you want it?" Santana asked in a raspy voice, getting back into the same position they were in before and forcing her core against Brittany's again a little aggressively as she held Brittany's thighs up. She was up for anything with Brittany today and they didn't have to rush or hide. Seeing how wet Brittany was between her legs when she parted them for her still gave Santana the same rush it always had. She grinded into Brittany for a moment, enjoying the feeling of it and a little whining moan left the girl's mouth when they shifted into just the right position. Santana kissed her lips, tangling her hand in soft blonde hair.
"With the thingy. The black one."
"Britt! You're still calling it that?" Santana giggled.
"I want your dic-"
"Please don't finish that sentence. That's like the last thing I wanna think about right now, Britt." She whined dramatically.
"But that's what it is," Brittany shrugged, all twinkling playful eyes and kiss-swollen lips. "Anyway, it doesn't matter I just want you to fuck me with it because it feels good."
Santana groaned, playfully rolling her eyes as Britt laughed at her but she couldn't exactly argue with her reasoning. Then the blonde switched to full seduction mode so fast that Santana didn't know what hit her.
"What are you waiting for?"
Santana didn't need any further convincing. She quickly rummaged through Brittany's cupboard for the particular item, not wasting any time before she got it attached and got back into bed, eagerly climbing on top of her girlfriend again.
Santana wasn't too into props in the bedroom but this didn't feel as awkward as she initially thought something like it would feel. It was more like an extension of herself - a toy she could use to heighten Brittany's pleasure. It was still Santana who was in control of bringing her the pleasure and if Brittany's reactions were any indication, Santana definitely knew how to use it.
Brittany had been asking for this lately whenever she was in a certain kind of mood and Santana was happy to oblige. At the end of the day, it was a fuck and the only thing that mattered to her was giving Britt as many orgasms as possible. The way Brittany instantly spread her legs and arched up into her when she pressed down made Santana smile. Oh yeah, Britt was definitely ready for this and she was going to enjoy it.
"Someone's hot and bothered." She couldn't resist the urge to tease as she stroked between Brittany's legs for a moment, enjoying the way Brittany squirmed and gasped.
"Of course I am. You're on top of me."
She was stroking the bones of Santana's narrow hips encouragingly with lithe fingers and it felt good. Her hips were one of her weak spots and Brittany knew that. They were also coincidentally one of the blonde's favourite parts of her body. As she touched the girl between the legs, pausing to circle her entrance with her fingertips, she shuddered at how wet and ready for her Brittany already was.
Santana slowly rocked the thick, blunt length into Brittany's tightness, pausing to let her adjust as she was completely hilted inside of her. Each time she would push a little deeper inside, Brittany would let out these soft, breathy sounds and then she was fully inside. Santana loved how Brittany was so receptive to all of it and her moans were so pretty.
"Oh yeah, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Santana chuckled against her her neck, nipping her ear and noticing how Brittany was already tightening around her, that pink flush rising up her chest. Dirty talk was another thing that she discovered was a turn on for the blonde girl. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight, Babe."
Brittany shivered at the sound of Santana's low, gravelly voice and arched up into her, locking her ankles around Santana's back. She began to drive it into Brittany slowly, her pace increasing as the girl's moans got louder and she threw her head back. She kissed and then sucked on a familiar freckle on Brittany's chest, then another on her neck as she held Brittany's hip. The only sounds in the room were their breathing, moans and skin slapping together. The sound whenever their hips met was so lewd that it made Santana's face feel hot. She took her time at first, enjoying how Brittany would whimper at the stretch, arching her back when Santana twisted her hips.
"Harder." Brittany whined. Santana's thigh muscles tensed as she pushed between Brittany's legs, spearing into her forcefully. Brittany spread her legs a little wider. She grabbed Santana's ass to show her what she wanted and began to roll her hips into Santana's thrusts. Brittany was always so good at guiding Santana ever since they first started having sex and the dark-haired girl loved how direct she was. She was never shy to tell Santana what she needed sexually, which made everything so much hotter.
This turned out to be a great thing because of how flustered Santana was at times when they were getting it on. The first time they had made love, Brittany had been the one to guide Santana's shaking hand between her legs when the other girl was nervous about making a move.
Brittany looked like if she was in heaven now, her eyes fluttering and rolling back.
"Deeper?" Santana asked with a sexy smile, thrusting upwards a little too harshly.
"Mmm, yes."
Santana was giving her what she deserved and Brittany gasped when she seemed to hit that one spot that always made the blonde completely fall apart.
"Right there. Don't stop."
It made Santana smirk when Brittany's hands came up to cup each of her own breasts, tweaking the nipples and then one of her hands slipped between her own legs to rub her clit in time with Santana's thrusts. She touched herself a lot whenever Santana was making her feel good so the dark-haired girl knew she was doing well.
The great thing about what she currently had between her legs was that her hands were free to grab Brittany's ass, keeping her legs spread open as she kept pumping up. Brittany liked it rough and fast so at the pace Santana set, it wasn't long before she was moaning in orgasm.
"Santana, I'm coming... oh!"
Santana hissed, loving the feeling of the very short, barely there nails scraping down her shoulders and back just right. It was just a little painful but pleasurable at the same time. Those nails dug into Santana's lower back when Brittany came, arching up into Santana's frame. She looked so pretty as her lips parted. No one could be prettier.
Santana didn't stop moving, fucking her through it and it wasn't long before she could tell Brittany was going to come again soon, so sensitive from her first orgasm. The blonde loved getting taken like this and that was obvious from the amount of wetness she could feel against her own thighs and core.
Santana had never really thought about strap on sex for herself, except in a few of her more explicit late night fantasies about Brittany long ago and some porn she had practically blushed her way through but Brittany eagerly asked for it outright around the time when they started dating. It had been something of a surprise to the Latina but Brittany was always the one who was more experimental in their sex life. Brittany was really into the idea of penetrative sex with the object used on her so she was open to receiving it while Santana, on the other hand, didn't like anything except Brittany's mouth and fingers on herself. Santana was surprised at how her lust and instincts took over when they started having this form of sex, like it was second nature for her, just like it was when she was using her fingers to make Brittany come.
Every time Brittany whined for more it was like Santana's hips moved on their own accord and she couldn't help continuing to snap into her, her thigh muscles straining against her. It was the best feeling she had ever felt to rock Brittany's body beneath her. She felt so powerful. Admittedly, watching Brittany take the full length so well as she glanced down at where they were connected was one of the most erotic things Santana ever seen and she could sense the girl's muscles were clenching tightly around it. She grabbed Brittany's thighs, placing her legs over her shoulders and relished the way Brittany's face contorted in complete pleasure when she went even deeper.
The constant pressure felt good but she decided not to give in to it just yet. Her own orgasm would be so much better if she waited and she wanted Brittany's mouth or fingers to help her release the tension instead of just this. She could handle waiting until Brittany had at least three orgasms before thinking about her own. She was a sex goddess after all. Santana kept up the pace and reached between them, her fingers finding the tiny, cute nub and stroking it lightly. Brittany trembled against her as she came for a second time with a soft whimper of Santana's name, thighs shaking. Santana smiled against her neck.
After a few more thrusts to make sure Brittany had been thoroughly ravished, Santana lay on top of her, remaining inside of her as Brittany's breathing evened out. She enjoyed the feeling of Brittany's sweaty skin pressed against hers as they both breathed heavily. Brittany whimpered when Santana pulled out as gently as she could. Santana flipped over onto her back, threw the silicone object aside and stripped everything off of her hips. She wiped the sweat away from her forehead. She was practically throbbing between her trembling legs after that but tried to ignore it. She would deal with that later.
"That was so hot. You fuck me so well." Brittany sighed against her lips, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. She just sounded so satisfied and dazed in her blissed out state that Santana felt smug. The black-haired girl reached over for her water bottle and took a swig of it.
"You bet I do. Up for another round?"
It wasn't long before they were making out again, Brittany rolling on top of her this time and her eyes glinting knowingly at the way Santana arched up into her, seeking friction. Santana was lost in the feeling of Brittany's lips against hers, succumbing to the pleasure. She couldn't resist getting her hand between Brittany's legs and fingering her, smiling at the way Brittany was building up towards a third orgasm so quickly as Santana curled her fingers inside of her. All of a sudden, a series of noises came from Brittany's phone on the nightstand as someone was sending her texts.
"Ignore it." Santana huffed, annoyed at whoever was interrupting them as Brittany paused for a moment in between gasping and whining. She shifted her hips and searched for release as Santana continued to tap that one spot. Brittany smiled against her lips, her own fingers rubbing Santana between the legs so perfectly that it was difficult to concentrate on anything else.
Then Brittany's phone started to ring… it rang off once and then whoever it was began calling again in the middle of Brittany moaning and trembling. Brittany withdrew her fingers from between Santana's legs.
"Britt, can't you just ignore it?" Santana whined. Brittany had just come all over her hand and Santana was so wet she was practically dripping on the sheets from want as that pressure in her core became so intense. She was going to die if Brittany didn't touch her soon.
"I can't. Suppose it's an emergency. It might be my mom," Brittany stated, reaching over to pick up her phone. "Oh… it's just Tina."
"What the fuck?" Santana snarled. Tina?! What the hell did the goth want at this time? She was gonna kick Tina's ass.
"Just a second. I won't be long and then we can continue where we left off, Babe." Brittany gave her a sultry, reassuring smile, placing a hand on Santana's thigh to calm her down as she moved away. Santana groaned but lay back against the pillow, trying to ignore the pressure. Hopefully Brittany would get off of her call soon and then Santana could get off. She winced as she could hear Tina's voice clearly as Brittany held the phone to her ear because she was speaking so loudly.
"Hi Britt. I tried calling you like a million times just now. What are you doing?"
"Santana."
"Huh? You're so funny. So anyway, Mike and I just came back from the Singapore trip with his family I told you about. We stayed at the Marina Bay Sands. It was amazing, except I'm pretty sure his parents still hate me but you know, who cares? You should have seen the hotel and the food there... oh my God. Just perfect. Anyway, the reason I'm calling is we just found this cat in the neighbourhood then she followed us all the way back to Mike's house so I thought I should call you to get your advice."
"Oh you found a cat? Where? What colour is it? Is it a girl?"
"I knew you'd be the right person to call about this. Calico. It's a girl for sure."
"Yeah, almost all calicos are girls."
"What should I do with her? Should I bring her to your place?"
Santana began to panic at the thought of that.
"No, sorry Tina but that's not a good idea. I mean Lord Tubbington has this thing against calicos so that could be too tense of an atmosphere in here."
Santana sighed in annoyance and exasperation, squeezing her thighs together as the cat discussion went on and on. She didn't understand why this stupid cat situation was so important to Tina that she had to call like if it was some kind of national emergency and then talk Brittany's ear off.
She touched herself to try to keep herself in that mood so she would be more than ready to get sweaty again with Brittany when she was done. She could hear Tina's rambling as the girl talked a mile a minute, not even leaving much room for Brittany to reply as she explained everything that happened leading up to them finding the cat, what happened when they introduced the cat to Mr. and Mrs. Chang and everything in between. Then somehow she was asking about what flea medication she should use for the cat. That goth girl sure could talk and there was nothing that ruined the mood for Santana more than hearing her ramble on. Talk about a buzzkill.
"Yeah, we're gonna name her Lola. She's really loving but she did scratch me the first time I picked her up. I think she likes Mike better. Brittany, did you hear that Neckbrace Cheerio stopped by Kurt's dad's auto shop the other day just to talk to Finn?"
"What?! Oh my God!" Brittany gasped at this new information.
"Yep, yeah I know, that's shocking, huh? She totally has a crush on Finn. Between you and me…I heard that Rachel was totally jealous of her trying to make a move on her man so she pushed her down a flight of stairs and that's how she ended up in that neck brace in the first place… Don't tell anyone I told you that by the way, I'm not even supposed to know."
"Just cut her off!" Santana mouthed at Brittany grumpily after a few minutes passed and she was still lying there, very aroused and frustrated at not getting any relief. She had all but given up on touching herself and was scowling at being left high and dry in every way.
Brittany just smiled at her and wagged a finger, ignoring Santana's sulking as she continued the call. Somehow, Brittany got on top of her randomly, rolling her hips into Santana's quite spectacularly, momentarily making Santana forget what she was grouchy about then somehow flipped around, rocking her ass into her in these tantalizing circles, all the while still adding in a word or two in between Tina's long rants.
Whoa… am I getting a lap dance? It wasn't even her birthday yet. Santana put her hands on her hips and tried to pull her closer but Brittany just smirked, slipping out of Santana's arms like some kind of ethereal nymph then slinking away and rolling onto the other side of the bed. Santana frowned, jutting out her lower lip petulantly as she mock-glared at Brittany.
Santana swallowed hard, not expecting it when Brittany's right hand returned to its place between her legs and started to make wide circles as she chattered into her phone, sitting up beside her now. Santana wondered if Brittany even realized what she was doing as her hand moved over Santana's inner thigh and then it would drift back to her clit every so often while she was distracted by the conversation. Brittany did have a habit of fidgeting and forgetting what she was doing whenever she was talking on the phone.
She had this uncanny multitasking ability that Santana could never dream of possessing. Santana was getting completely turned on again at a lightning fast speed and shook her head, trying to ignore it. She could not be getting so aroused that she wanted to jump Brittany right now over just a little finger touching her. Whoa, calm the fuck down there, Soldier she instructed the area between her legs, glaring at it. This is all your fault…
Brittany would rub her in tight circles with the tips of her fingers for a few seconds before pulling away to rest her hand on Santana's inner thigh, stroking the skin there and keep repeating the torment every few seconds. The build up was really frustratingly slow for a while then Brittany would touch her so fast that Santana would get completely overwhelmed and her hands would grasp the sheets tightly. She started to pant.
"Britt!" She whined as quietly as she could, clenching the sheets and throwing her head back. She was trying to ignore the pleasurable sensation but it felt so good it was almost painful. This was killing her. She was so turned on and desperate to come at this point that she was trying not to just push herself up into Brittany's fingers. She grabbed Brittana's wrist to keep her hand still and then pushed her hand away. "We can't…"
Brittany looked over at her in innocent confusion, continuing her conversation as if nothing had just happened.
"Brittany!" She cried, not expecting it when fingers were suddenly inside of her without warning and stroking a little too well. She pushed her head into the nearest pillow, trying to muffle her moans. As much as she liked to shock and horrify the Glee Club nerds, she would never admit that she was bashful about them actually hearing her in the throes of sex with Brittany.
"What, really? Lola is pregnant?! Oh my goodness!" Brittany jumped up in the bed and forgot what she was doing with her other hand. "When is she due?!"
"Brittany!"
Santana practically shrieked, her voice about an octave higher when fingers twisted at a painful angle in a very, very delicate place and Brittany gave her an apologetic look, removing them.
"Oops!" She mouthed.
"Hey, who was that?" Tina asked, laughing. "Is there someone with you, Brittany?"
"Sorry, it was just Lord Tubbington."
Santana squirmed, trying to keep her breaths even. She didn't want to moan and whine out loud when Brittany was literally lying right next to her on the phone. It was really difficult not to make any noise. She yelped when this time Brittany accidently pulled at her clit a little too hard in her distracted state.
"Britt- Brittany… that's not a toy!" She hissed.
"Sorry, Baby." She whispered, kissing Santana's cheek softly. Brittany continued to play with her absently as if it was no big deal that she was rubbing her in tight circles. To make things worse… or better… she began to kiss Santana's neck every so often.
Santana willed herself not to come and her ab muscles tensed up. It was so, so hard not to come right now when Britt was doing everything so well to build her up. She squirmed and shifted her legs, biting down on her lip as those fingers slipped into her again unexpectedly.
She couldn't come from this. She wouldn't let herself. It would be so uncool to come when she and Brittany weren't even doing anything together properly. Brittany continued to touch her lazily and distractedly, seemingly not realizing the effect she was having on her. She whimpered when Brittany found this angle that made her mind go blank, just barely drumming those fingers. She was practically teasing the orgasm out of Santana with barely any effort. It all felt so good Santana nearly cried.
Oh fuck... I'm coming.
She tried to warn Brittany but instead ended up biting into her pale shoulder so hard that the blonde yelped. She practically threw herself on top of the girl, coming with a deep moan right against Brittany's thigh, grinding against her fingers.
"Santan- oh... " Brittany looked at her in surprise and amusement as Santana trembled at the blinding pleasure and her hips kept moving involuntarily. Santana was so embarrassed that she had not only come so quickly but also moaned so loudly that Tina most definitely would have heard her.
Brittany just gently stroked Santana's lower back to soothe her as she came down, whimpering into the blonde's neck.
She heard Tina make a sound of disbelief and disgust. "What was that ? Brittany S. Pierce are you having sex with Santana while we're on the phone?"
At this point, Santana grabbed the phone out of Brittany's hand and growled into it, no longer caring what Tina thought. "Yeah, we're having amazing sex that you'd be jealous of and I'm taking care of her needs, so pass that on to your gossip friends. Goodbye, Goth. Don't call again or I will murder you."
Santana shut the phone off, tossing it aside. She groaned when Brittany began to kiss her, their tongues meeting and just when things were getting good, the girl's cell phone rang again. It rang off twice and then whoever it was called again. Santana groaned. All she wanted to do was get hot and heavy with Brittany but it was like the universe was out to get her that day.
"This thing is like Grand Central Station today." Brittany whispered in awe.
"Jesus fucking Christ! If that's Tina again I will seriously kick her ass."
"Huh… actually, it's Rachel. That's unexpected."
Santana was surprised because Rachel never usually called either of them or vice versa, unless there was some Glee-related emergency.
"Hi Rachel. What's up?"
"Hi Brittany, Tina just texted me about the new cat she found. I tried to call her just now but her phone was busy for forever."
The blonde proceeded to excitedly tell Rachel all of the details of Tina's cat situation, recounting from the beginning.
Brittany was lying right on top of her body stretched right out with her curves fully on display as this conversation happened and all Santana could focus on were breasts with their pink nipples shoved into her face as the girl leaned upwards. Not a bad form of torture at all. She tugged at a pert nipple and Brittany practically moaned into the phone, which made Santana smirk.
Then when Brittany shifted over without warning to face the other end of the bed, she somehow had her tight ass in her face. Santana gave the flesh a playful bite, chuckling when Brittany gasped into the phone in a mixture of shock with an undercurrent of arousal.
"Brittany? What was that? Are you okay?"
"Sorry, Rachel. Um, it was the poltergeist in my room attacking me."
Santana pinched her ass, earning a warning glance from Brittany, though her expression showed how turned on she was.
She took the time to press open-mouthed kisses all over those sexy thighs and Brittany's round ass, giving the fleshy area a teasing smack, which made Brittany shudder and whimper as her wetness increased. As she worshipped her thighs and ass, Brittany was practically dripping onto her chin. She was momentarily disconcerted when Brittany moved around again but the next thing she knew she was face to face with Brittany's core as she sat on her face. Santana just about combusted.
Vagina straight to the face with no warning. She shouldn't have expected anything less from Brittany but she was not remotely complaining.
All things considered though, being strangled between Brittany's thick, sexy thighs was the best thing she could imagine. The girl had the prettiest vagina known to humankind. Santana could see firsthand how wet and swollen the girl was and it sent a thrill through her.
Brittany had to be doing this on purpose and she needed to taste her so badly. Santana kissed it then licked through her, placing her hands on her inner thighs to hold her open for her. Brittany made the moist lewd noise as Santana pushed her tongue into her. Santana figured she may as well go all the way with this and it didn't take much for her fingers to be completely buried up to the knuckle in the softness of Brittany.
Brittany whimpered but bounced on top of them expertly as she somehow kept the conversation going despite sounding very breathless. Santana tried her best to pull reactions out of her, pushing in deeper and scissoring them just to hear Brittany barely holding back moans.
"Rachel…I r-really have to go…"
When she added a third finger to stretch her, the phone slipped out of Brittany's grip and she failed to hold back a moan. They could both hear Rachel's scandalized voice as the girl heard them having loud sex for another moment before Santana huffed in annoyance, grabbing the phone and hanging up on her. She smirked, finishing Brittany off. That should teach Rachel not to call when Santana was getting busy.
The two cuddled together happily under Brittany's sheets when they were done, looking forward to all the time they would spend together that summer.