Pour Some Sugar On Me

by JSBG

You get laid regularly, you're kind of dead inside so catching feelings isn't a worry, you earn tips upon tips as well as an hourly rate, top up your tan, have a mini work out and life is good. Or rather, that's how it goes until the Summer of 2013. That's when everything changes. Warning: G!P.

1. Chapter 1

Title: Pour Some Sugar On Me
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 16.4k

Summary: You get laid regularly, you're kind of dead inside so catching feelings isn't a worry, you earn tips upon tips as well as an hourly rate, top up your tan, have a mini work out and life is good. Or rather, that's how it goes until the Summer of 2013. That's when everything changes.

Notes: Had to rewrite and repost this. Ending up doubling the word count and switching perspectives, so I hope you still enjoy!

/

You've been cleaning pools with Puck for the last couple summers.

It started in Freshman year as a temp job to get some extra cash, but now you're heading into Senior year and somehow it's just continued working out year after year. Puck isn't that bad either, and you've built a friendship with him even though he's kind of a shallow obnoxious asshole, but whatever. One of the major bonuses about him being a total creep is that he's into cougars and the weird maids or even grandmas in one case, of the residences you tend to, which leaves their young, hot daughters all for you.

Word got around about your situation, as Lima is small and not a lot happens here, and at first you were a little hesitant but apparently it arouses intrigue and well, you have a habit of taking full advantage of that by fucking your way through every teenage daughter that winks at you. Which happens to be at most of the houses, so that's another reason why the whole pool cleaning thing isn't that bad.

Who wouldn't love a job where you get to earn cash and fuck? It's a dream come true.

Anyway, you and Puck have created this routine, and it works on all the households. You get the same pools every year, which includes the Fabray's, the Wilde's, the Motta's and a plethora more, and every other week, you roll up in Puck's beaten up truck, haul your crap out the back and wander into the garden area like you don't know how the following few hours will follow.

The husbands are never home, always off in a big city doing boring business shit, so they're never around to catch you out or potentially chase you out if they did with a shotgun, so it's all safe. You get laid regularly, you are kind of dead inside so catching feelings isn't a worry, you earn tips upon tips as well as an hourly rate, top up your tan, have a mini work out and life is good.

Or rather, that's how it goes until the Summer of 2013.

That's when everything changes.

/

First things first.

Condoms.

You and Puck swing by the pharmacy, stocking up on every variety of condom – fucking Quinn and her latex allergy – and Puck wags his eyebrows and smirks when he sees them piled into your arms. One of the bonuses of him banging cougars is that he doesn't need protection apparently, but you're fairly sure regardless, he isn't worried about being the next advertisement for venereal diseases even though the risks are high, but it's not your dick, so you're good.

Admittedly, sometimes you do get jealous as you'd love to go without a condom at some point – it's so much better without – but you like to keep safe and even do your normal check-ups at the end of every month during Summer. Something he definitely doesn't do and hey, you get fresh, young ass whilst he gets wrinkly used ass. You're way better off.

The first week goes as per usual, with you fucking your way through the hottest cougar's and their daughters in a ten mile radius, and it's one day when you're finishing up at the Fabray household, chucking all the unused pool equipment in the back of the truck, when Puck gets a call.

"Go for Puckerman," he says, phone pressed between his cheek and shoulder as he sits in the cab of the truck, lighting up a cigarette. You eye him, securing down the shit and rounding to hop into the passenger side, still listening in as he's just bobbing his head, not really listening to whoever's on the other end even though he's asking usual questions. He's kind of an ass and sometimes you don't get why chicks are into him. He's a freaking slimeball.

"Sure, send me your deets and we'll be over tomorrow," he finishes and hangs up, drops the cell back into the middle and slams the door shut, flicking on the engine whilst blowing a stream of smoke out from between his lips. He doesn't immediately explain what the call was, even though you're fairly sure it's a new job so you just kick your feet up on the dash and roll down the window, arm hanging out of it as you throw him a glare.

"Well? What's the gig?"

Puck grins at her, a twinkle in his eye that confirms your suspicious are correct. "House on fifth," he retorts and looks in the rearview before peeling off down the street. "Weekly visit goes by the name of Pierce and sounds like there's a mother and daughter in need of our assistance," he adds in, eyes flitting to you and there's a large smirk on his face.

It's how you got all your other gigs, after gaining some trust with a few weekly visits, doing a superb job at actually cleaning the pools – sometimes you do have to do your job – before you make your move. You're still not sure how Puck manages to get that information out of a person in such a short conversation, but he's some type of wizard because it works like a charm every damn time and well, if it means you're going to scratch another notch into your bedpost, you have no need to protest.

"Sweet," you bob your head in approval and smirk back at him. "What time we going?"

Puck laughs throatily as after a few short minutes, he's pulling up beside the Motta household, pulling up the handbrake and staring out the window. The side gate is already open, the windows on the top floor are too and you get a thrill creep down your spine as that's two sure signs this visit includes sex. It doesn't always with the Motta's, as the husband drops by every now and then, but today, you're in the clear.

You get so distracted by thinking about which flavour condom Sugar will want to use this time that you almost forget you asked a question until he answers. "After the Cohen-Chang's," he chuckles and clambers out the car, you doing the same until you're staring at him over the flatbed. "Let's go, Lopez."

You roll your eyes; still grab the shit you're not going to use and head into the garden with Puck in toe.

It only takes a few minutes before you've got Sugar bent over one of the machines in the laundry room.

/

You rap your knuckles against the front door of the Pierce household, sparing a glance over your shoulder to spy Puck unpacking the pool supplies from the back of the truck.

It's your first time here, and you and Puck take turns in introducing your business as you both have methods that you like to put into practise as a greeting. Today, thanks to the blistering sun beating down from the sky, it means you get to use your body to seduce whoever's inside, and so you get a thrill as you hear soft footsteps pad from the other side of the door, getting closer and closer as you know it's time to shine.

You take a deep breath, lift your chin, and paste a cocky grin across your face. It doesn't matter if a heterosexual woman opens the door, they're always astounded by your physique and usually, it leads to a quick introduction to the daughters inside as mom's tend to look for Puck (as if you're this good looking, he must be too and he is the one that takes the calls) and they're all kinds of distracted by him.

Which, again, you don't really get, but you guess he isn't entirely repulsive.

Anyway, the door swings open and the smirk on your face threatens to break when you come across a woman that resembles a striking resemblance to Stiffler's mom in American Pie. She's visibly older, baring wrinkles on her forehead and crows feet, but she's also kind of hot in a weird way and you find yourself getting all hot under the collar as your gaze drags from head to toe.

You're really not into cougars, but in your head, if the mom is disturbingly hot, then you can't even begin to imagine what her freaking daughter looks like.

The question doesn't go unanswered for long, as it only takes a few seconds for another set of footsteps to follow, and your eyes flit past the mom – who's just smiling sweetly down at you – to find… Holy shit.

Quite possibly the hottest fucking girl you've ever seen in your entire life.

She's tall, with long ass legs that you instantly need to be between, and she's blonde. That's always a tick in your box as you have a major thing for blondes, but you're entirely distracted when you come across a tight abs, soft skin that you almost reach out to touch as the girl gets closer and flexing muscles. She's in a bright yellow bikini, with a towelling robe hanging off her shoulders, and there's a pair of sunglasses covering her face which is kind of annoying as now all you can think about is what color her eyes are, but you don't get to think much on that because then she's right there in front of you.

And you're basically fucking drooling.

"Hey, you must be the pool people," the girl says, greeting you instead of her mom who when you look at, you realise she's still gawking at Puck who's coming up behind you.

Still, you were just spoken to and rule one is to always be polite. Manners cost nothing and these days, are somewhat impressive. "Yeah," you reply but your voice is airy and distant, just like your mind is. "We good to come through the back?" You ask, jutting your thumb over your shoulder.

The girl stares at you, bobs her head and if you could see her eyes, you know she'd be holding yours. She isn't replying, and you're seriously considering snatching the damn things off her face as you're ninety percent sure she's checking you out, as her head is moving slightly up and down, and that would be the first step in your process. But you can't, for many reasons, and you're actually glad you just stare back at her, acting like Puck and her mom aren't right there, and cock your head to the side, brow quirking because it's saying what your mouth can't.

You're fairly sure she's checking you out behind the rims, so you're calling her out on it silently.

"No problem," the girl finally replies, a smile tugging at her lips, and you flash a grateful one back, about to turn around, but then she does what you were waiting for and reaches up, going in slow motion as she nudges her glasses down her nose, finally revealing her eyes.

And God damn.

They're like fucking oceans.

"I'll get the latch," she whispers, but you're almost freaking dead.

This would normally be the time where you say something cocky, or wink at her, but as it turns out, you can't. You can barely even fucking function now you're looking at the Tenerife sea, and your body is very much reacting to the sight. Especially as she's now fucking smirking at you like she knows exactly where your head is at, and there's heat shooting up your spine, spikes forming beneath your skin and all the tell-tale signs you're getting turned on.

You're not even sure you're capable of that though as you're barely breathing because you're a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes, and despite her body being freaking smoking and something your body should be reacting to instead, the eyes are what catches your attention more because they are like no other.

They're also holding yours strongly, showing no fear or hesitation. They're a shocking blue, narrowed naturally and you feel them shoot straight past your body and into your soul and whereas before, you were wanting to see them, now you feel entirely different.

Because that's a pair of eyes that you think hold the power to break your heart if you let them.

Still, you don't know why you're even considering that because you're here to clean a pool and potentially get down and dirty with the inhabitants, not to get freaking feelings or whatever is currently clouding your brain and you're fucking Santana Lopez. You don't catch the feels. You don't fall for anyone. This girl is just insanely hot, and you've just been thrown off because her mom is hot too, and to revert back to your original point, she is probably the most attractive thing you've ever laid eyes on.

That's totally normal.

So you restart your brain, trying to make it function normally and bob your head once, twisting on your heel and grabbing Puck's arm to tug him away from his staring contest without another word. You were just super fucking weird, now you feel weirder as you were cocky and shit wandering up there but now you're basically running away with your tail between your legs which is totally fucking lame.

But whatever.

You were just caught off guard by the confidence thrown back at you – something you're not used to – and luckily, Puck doesn't seem to pick up on it as he stumbles a few steps, clearly caught up himself by the older blonde, as you scurry around the side of the house. It only takes a few seconds before the normal chit chat that happens after the initial greeting with your targets kicks in and for that you're glad.

You really need your mind to be focused on other things that aren't blue eyed and blonde haired.

"Did you see the mom's freaking rack?" He chokes out, completely elated, and you twist your face up, eyes snapping to him as you click your tongue. That's definitely not what you were focusing on.

"Did you see her freaking daughter?" You throw back at him as you are definitely winning her. The mom wasn't bad but hot damn… The daughter made your thighs pinch together with one fucking look. "She was insanely hot."

"Mom's gonna be a freaking rocket," he replies and drops the equipment by the side of the pool, right next to the pool house. "She was wearing a leopard print bikini, dude," he grins, and you glance at him, surveying the area for potential hook up spots. "That means she's nasty."

"You're such a pig," you roll your eyes and drop into a crouch to help him unpack, finally doing your actual job by switching your attention to the task you came here for, even if you hope at some point the task will be different.

Anyway, there's a fair amount of crap in the water, like leaves and dead bugs, and it's gonna be a bitch as you're sure it doesn't get tended to often, but that'll just be one day of work. You aren't really here to clean a pool and chances are, all it'll take for a state like this is one thorough go over and then ten minutes here or there. Considering you allocate two hours per customer, there's enough time to do other chores, should you and Puck succeed.

"Whatever," Puck waves you off. "Did you get their names?"

You lips pull down into a guilty smile that you flash his way. No, you didn't get their names, and it's kind of embarrassing as usually you'd walk away with at least that, but you got all kinds of hot and bothered over the eye contact – super lame, you know – and so you just ran off. Not that you're going to tell him that, and you know he's dumb enough to buy whatever bullshit leaves your mouth, so you think on the spot instead.

"Nah, but can you blame me?" You try with forced laughter in your tone. "That blonde had legs for days."

Puck chuckles, shaking his head. "You and blondes, dude," he says, almost like he's telling you off, but he knows your type down to a tee and that blonde inside fits every requirement. Including legs and apparently eyes. "Was she really that hot? I genuinely didn't notice her."

You roll your eyes, putting all effort into holding back on the immediate confirmation as you really don't want to come across desperate – you're not – and bob your head instead. "Yeah, but shotgun the young one and you get Stiffler's mom," you laugh him off and he joins in before he freezes, almost like a lightbulb just flicked on inside his head before a wide grin comes across his face.

"Shit, she does look like her," he repeats, his eyes glazed over, and you laugh at him again.

He's an idiot.

/

Ten minutes later, when everything is unpacked and you're sliding into the pool with a net, the mom wanders out with a tray of drinks and snacks.

She's still in the leopard print bikini, but with a see through summer robe covering her shoulders, and your vision flits to Puck as he shoots to his feet, quickly ripping off his shirt and flexing his muscles as the woman comes towards him. He's so basic sometimes, and you just roll your eyes and laugh to yourself as you eavesdrop into their conversation as you love watching Puck seduce chicks.

He's so cringe it's actually entertaining.

"Thought you two might like something to cool you down seeing as it's so hot out here today," the mom says, and you wade over to the side of the pool as she sets the tray on a small table, between two loungers.

Puck almost trips over his feet to help her do it, purposely making first contact by touching her hand as he takes over the movement. "Thanks, ma'am," he draws out, holding her eyes and you can't see his face, but you can hear in his voice he's smirking because she flinches, but bats her eyelashes when she notices that was totally on purpose.

"Oh honey, don't call me 'ma'am'," she fires back immediately, swatting at Puck's bicep, probably to hide the blush creeping up her neck and you screw your face up as you lean out of the pool to grab a lemonade. This is kind of gross. "You'll make me feel old."

Puck grabs a glass too, but before he takes a sip he stops and replies with, "That's dumb… We've only just met but I can already tell you're like fine wine, Mrs Pierce," he says, and you have no idea where he's going with it, but you guess it's going to be lame. "Only getting better with age," he winks.

And you almost throw up because yup, that was super lame, and definitely not something you would do.

Apparently cheesy comparisons and ridiculous pick up lines work for women over a certain age, and you're really glad you're not into cougars because you have to retain some dignity. Sometimes it flies out the window when some girls make you word double hard for their attention, but you always gain it back by switching it up and winning overall – you have so many success stories to back that up – and that's one of the major reasons why you stick with the daughters.

Other reasons include you just liking girls of your own age and not wrinkly ass vaginas.

"Stop, you're making me blush," the mom flirts back, not even bothering to hide the pink on her cheeks now and you choose to stick to your business, setting down your glass once you've had half and getting back to the pool, but you can still hear them. "Who am I talking to, anyway? What's your name?"

"Noah Puckerman," your friend proudly announces, offering out his hand and you see her take it out the corner of your eye. Puck just leans down and kisses the back of it, and you resist the urge to retch loudly as you're going to pocket that one for mocking later. It's far more enjoyable to rip into him about his pathetic seduction methods as you don't have to put in half the effort he does most of the time. "And that's my assistant, Santana Lopez."

Your head snaps around, eyes narrowing into a glare and venom builds at the back of your tongue. Puck doesn't cast you a second glance, either not registering what he just said, or not giving a damn, and you're guessing it's the latter as he flashes a quick smirk your way before continuing chatting away with the older woman who's giggling like a freaking teenager. But you're not going to let that one slide.

You're definitely not his freaking assistant.

"Actually, Mrs Pierce–"

The correction swiftly falls to the side when you ears pick up the sound of a door clicking, and seconds later, you're drawn towards the sliding one Mrs Pierce came out of, only to find the daughter waltzing out. Just like before, the breath is stolen from your chest as she's making her grand entrance, and you're sure everything is going in slow motion as she glides towards you, no longer wearing a robe, instead just in her bikini now and your throat runs dry.

You kind of wish you hadn't downed half the lemonade now as you need at least a whole glass to even begin quenching this thirst, but you can barely focus on that when all you can see is legs. Long, smooth, glowing skin covering the best pins you've ever freaking seen and you swallow hard, lingering in the middle of the pool with the unused net floating on top of the water, unabashedly staring and you should care, but you don't.

When she walks into the vicinity, it's like you don't even know what to do. Even if this is only the second time.

It's already becoming a habit.

"Ah, Britt," the older woman chants and breaks you from your gaze, but it's when you're shaking yourself out of it that you realise you don't think you were the only one.

Because the daughter is grinning at you, eyes solely trained toward your direction and considering her mom and Puck aren't in the pool, you're going to guess she's looking at you. Oh, and now you know she caught you staring as it would've been hard not to, but you can totally use this. Instead of getting embarrassed, you can just do the nonchalant thing and just play it off and turn it into a flirtation, should she call you out on it.

"This is Puck, and Santana," the older blonde tells her daughter, and you just grin back at the younger one who's eyes flash to you when your name is out there. Her lips move, almost like she's mouthing it to herself, and chills run down your spine.

You're gonna need to hear her say your name. Preferably whispered in your ear.

"Nice to meet you both," the girl says, and you tip your head, eagerly wanting to ask what her full name is, but you guess you can call her 'Britt.' "How long until I can swim?"

Ah, that's the reason she came out in her bikini, and you're about to answer but then something clicks inside your head and your mouth slams shut.

She opened the door, and this is her pool, so she must know it's not ready to get in yet seeing as you and Puck got here ten minutes ago and she would've known the dirty state of it, and suddenly you start putting two and two together. There's no way in hell she expected you to be done this quick, so maybe coming out in a bikini and no robe, under the pretence she wanted a swim, was just to show off her body, like you're doing right now and were doing as you opened the door.

That's a good sign.

"Depends on what how dirty it is," Puck replies for you instead, vision flitting to the mom who flutters her lashes, obviously taking in the real meaning of what he's trying to suggest. He's asking how dirty she is.

It's again, super freaking lame, and this time you can't help but laugh quietly to yourself, but you suddenly realise this time, you're not out of earshot completely, or entirely distracted by the rising tension, and you gasp when you notice blue eyes shooting your way. You didn't mean to laugh or draw attention to your awareness of Puck's lame seduction tactics, but it doesn't seem to matter as 'Britt' just rolls her eyes playfully, folds her arms across and cocks her hip out, almost like she's used to this and finding you thinking it's funny, amusing.

You suppose she is, considering her mom is a freaking rocket.

Still, it gives you the confidence to address her properly for the first time, away from Puck and her mom and so you wade back to the side of the pool, hands braced out on the side and net long forgotten behind you. "An hour, before you can swim, I reckon," you answer her question properly as your friend definitely didn't, and Brittany smiles softly, this time not a smirk or a cheeky grin, and holds your eyes for a long second – which makes heat crawl over your skin – before backing away.

"Be back in an hour, then," she whispers, calling her mom's name which you note is Crystal – such a stripper name – and both blondes head into the house, leaving you and Puck alone.

"We've totally got this," he says to you, slipping into the pool and reaching for the discarded net. "Get your ass into gear, Lopez… I really don't wanna fuck this one up."

You stare at the doors where the two blondes disappeared through, unable to disagree as your mind clouds with blue eyes, lingering stares and soft smiles.

You don't want to fuck it up either.

/

Half an hour later, the two Pierce's decide they want to top up their tans.

They can't swim yet, so you push away the excitement that curdles in your stomach as you think that maybe they're already vibing you and Puck and want to spend more time around the both of you. But you also suppose this is your first trip to clean their pool and they probably just want to make sure you're doing a good job, so you get to it and put all your effort into making the water sparkling and clear as you want to impress.

Although that turns out to be considerably harder than you expected, as the blondes settle down on the loungers nearby, both just in swimwear now and nothing else, much to Puck's glee as he's now taken in the cougar's body, and you can't help but steal a peak at the younger one every two seconds as she settles down to read a book. That's totally not the type of girl you thought she was, and your mind blurs with thousands of questions you'd like to ask her, should you get into a private conversation at some point.

But that's probably further down the line, as you need to prove your worth to come back on a return visit, and you'll be damned if you don't get called back.

Mostly because it's a statement to say that this 'Britt' is the hottest chick you've ever seen, as you may be young, but you've got an extensive knowledge and been around the block more than a few times, so you can compare. She's really freaking cute too, and you're staring to note several adorable habits like how she scrunches her nose up when she takes a sip of her drink and an ice cube touches her lip, but that's kind of weird as you should be figuring out how you're going to nail her instead.

That's usually what you do, and Puck's definitely on that train as he's wading close to the pool side, paying special attention to the corner closest to Crystal and flexing his muscles as he drags the pool brush along the floor to gather the debris. It's not exactly a hard job, and you do this like five times a day during Summer, so he's used to such physical labour, so you know he's trying to impress the mom and honestly? It just means you can cast a few more smirks the younger blondes way without being caught.

Which works, as you find yourself unable to clean half the pool as it's at the other end and that means moving away from her, but she keeps looking over the top of her book to catch you staring every other minute or so and you like it. You're also trying to summon the courage to talk to her, as you haven't really and this is so not normal for you – for some reason, the cat has got your tongue – but you can hardly be blamed… She is insanely attractive and it's kind of intimidating that she's playing you at your own game.

She's fucking staring back at you, too.

"Yo, Lopez," Puck yells, snapping your attention to him and apparently, during one of your lingering gazes, he'd moved to the other end to start what you hadn't yet. "Get your ass over here," he calls, voice thick with feigned annoyance and waves his hand, splashing water your way.

You know you have to, so you finally pull yourself away from your area, flashing the blonde a quick grin before heading over to your friend and finishing off the rest of the job.

Maybe you won't get laid this time around, but you're sure it won't take too long.

/

The next week flies by, the normal routine staying as you visit the Motta's again, the Fabray's, even pick up a new job at the Pilsbury's – even if you definitely don't bang the daughter as she's a total nutjob, just like her mother but Puck doesn't care about her – and before you know it, you're both pulling up outside the Pierce household for your second visit.

Seeing as you knocked on the door last time, you wait back to let him go ahead– you do take turns – but he just rounds the back of the truck and throws you an inquisitive stare. He doesn't tell you to do it, but you can tell by his face and how his eyes flit to the house that he's giving you this one again, which confuses you as you're totally fine and your charm is working, albeit differently, so you don't need the additional help and it's kind of annoying, yet you do it anyway.

(He did tease the hell out of you last week for choking when it came to the conversational part of your seduction routines.)

You head up the path, rap your knuckles on the door and take a step back, hooking your thumbs into your back pockets. It's not as hot today, so you're in a tank and jean shorts this time and you kind of wish you were so you could undress with the hope your blonde will open the door and ogle, but you know it's too late to double back when the lock clicks and it's swinging open to reveal half of what you wanted.

"Oh, Santana," the young blonde says, and it's the first time she's said your name, and you can't pretend like you don't almost melt. You've never heard your name said like that and it's doing serious things to your body. "I didn't realise the time."

You're not bothered that she's obviously shocked at your presence, as it means she didn't get to prepare so you catch the way her vision drifts down your body. You're not in your swim gear, like you were last week, and you swear you see a flash of disappointment behind blue eyes, but before you can confirm it, it's gone as she meets your eyes once more. But you really need to talk as last time, you choked like Puck said, so you force yourself to do it now.

You really need to get yourself back in the game. Maybe he had a point by sending you to knock on the door again and there's no way in hell you're going back to him and admitting you choked again.

"You remembered my name," you reply, and it's not what she was expected, so she blinks, but then she does that soft smile she did last week when she caught you staring at her and well, you're kind of really into this girl as your knees wobble. What the fuck is wrong with you?

"I like it, so I remembered it," she shrugs, holding your gaze and you smile back at her, lifting a brow. You don't know her full name, only going on what her mom called her last week and you really want to know if that's just nickname.

"Maybe I'd like your name if I knew it, too," you fire back and that's more along the lines of the flirtation you're used to, so you're good.

She doesn't miss it either but shifts into a half grin and leans against the door, head cocked to the side. "Brittany," she whispers, and the name shoots down your spine, to the bottom of your feet and straight back up to the top of your head.

Yup, you like her name, too.

"Nice to meet you properly, Brittany," you reply and suck your lips into your mouth, folding your arms over your chest when she jolts at you repeating her name.

She's way too into holding your eyes a little strongly for you to think anything other than the only reason she is, is because she's resisting checking you out. She could open the gate. She could just leave the conversation here and go let you in to do your job, but she's choosing to just hold your eyes and stare, so you'll take it as a good sign and a clear opportunity to flirt again.

"Wanna let us in, or do you need some more time pretending like you don't wanna check me out?"

Blue eyes sparkle at your words, the breath hitching audibly in her throat, and you smirk widely because you've got to give it to her, she's not breaking even though you just called her out. She doesn't flinch, or even stop the eye contact for a good few moments and instead turns your question as a suggestion. Her vision drops, right down to your feet, trailing slowly up your legs toward your chest where they linger before flitting right to your eyes, and when you see the colour of hers, all the blood drains out of your face and settles somewhere further south.

They're no longer bright, but really fucking dark and oh God, if you do manage to bang her, you think that's what she'll look like.

Even the thought is turning you on.

"I'm done now," she chirps, straightening up and holding the top of the door. "I'll go let you in."

You flash her a grin – you knew you were right – before spinning around and celebrating internally as you head back out to Puck to see him with a raised eyebrow, clearly wanting to know what took you so long.

But you don't tell him and instead begin unpacking the gear with a shrug.

/

This is the last job of the day, wanting to ensure there was no time limit so you and Puck could make a move, but it doesn't quite go that way.

An hour into your visit, when the sun begins to set, Crystal comes out from the house wearing a tight black ball gown, her hair is all done up, make up heavy, and much to Puck's dismay, turns out she has plans with her husband tonight.

His spirits immediately dampen, a frown coming to his brow, but he takes his phone out his pocket and begins typing away, probably trying to find some other poor victim to visit later, seeing as he isn't getting his last lay of the day. However, he doesn't give up, and instead clambers out the pool as it was definitely his turn to get in – you haven't today – not bothering with a shirt as he wanders up to Crystal and tells how good she looks in the dress and asks her about her plans.

It makes you laugh and roll your eyes, as you know he's still trying even though there's no way in he'll succeed. The husband is on his way back to work, according to Crystal and as much as you enjoy watching your friend scramble naked out the bedroom window from the getaway vehicle on the street, it's not going to happen, and you think he knows it. But that just makes it so much more entertaining for you.

So you just focus on your job, balancing the chemicals to keep the water in the best condition. You're kind of the nerd around here when it comes to that, as you like chemistry and it applies with cleaning pools, and you finish up, still eavesdropping into Puck and Crystal's conversation and begin packing your shit away. However, it's when you're crouched on the floor, you catch the sight of Brittany wandering out from the house, in a bikini with a short white see through kimono wrapped around her body and your attention is pulled to that instead.

She stops, takes in the sight of Puck hitting on her mom and scrunches up her nose, and you giggle lightly but it's loud enough that she hears, and then blue eyes are on you. She doesn't hesitate in coming over, perching on the lounger beside you with her shoulders by her ears, arms straight and fingers curled around the wood, and she sucks her lips into her mouth, studying you as you pretend like you weren't distracted by her presence to the point where you stopped doing what you were doing.

"I think your friend is hitting on my mom," is the first thing Brittany says, wrinkling her nose up and you throw her a look, chuckling lightly but trying to hide it as yeah, that's kind of the point but you don't want her to know that.

"Yeah… He's into cougars."

She narrows her eyes. "She's married."

You know, but you're not going to defend him. He is an ass and at least you go for teenagers who definitely aren't married. Apparently it's considerably more thrilling when there's a risk he could get shot, should one of the many, many husbands come home and catch him banging their wife. That's not a risk you like taking, even if you have been caught by the dad once but that taught you enough when you were throw down a three step stoop.

If you're going to be bad, at least do it well.

"Yeah, he doesn't really care. He's kind of an ass like that," you shrug, zipping up the duffel bag and standing, detaching the net from the pole and folding it in half. "But you gotta know your mom's a MILF, so you can't really blame him for trying."

Brittany laughs, which is good as she totally could've been offended by that and leans back on her hands, legs kicking out and you'd have to be blind not to be drawn to them. She doesn't answer for a minute, and heat creeps up your neck, making your throat tighten as you try to remember which way to pack away this shit so it's neat and shit as Puck's kind of OCD about his pool crap.

"You know, someone once told me she looked like Stiffler's mom," she retorts, and your eyes snap to her, a smile instantly gracing your face.

"I totally said that to Puck earlier," you reply, without even thinking and Brittany grins so wide that for a second, you can't breathe, but you shake yourself out of it, alarmingly aware that you really need to focus on trying to nail her, not make her laugh. "But with all due respect, that's not really my thing, so."

"No?" She chirps, way too quickly and your vision slides to her slowly, the right side of your mouth curving up when you see blue eyes narrowed your way and okay, that's a start. You're going into familiar territory by talking about attraction, so you know where to go from here.

"Yeah, you're mom's hot and all but… I'm kind of into girls my age," you tell her, holding eye contact strongly and confidence surges through you when she smirks. She wanted you to say that. "You know, tall, blonde and hot."

Brittany's sits up a little, head cocking to the side as she looks up at you, and you know there's no way in hell she isn't feeling the tension rising. "Tall, blonde and hot, huh?"

You clench your jaw, smirking as confirmation. You really don't give a shit that you were basically describing her as that's the point you're trying to make. With other girls, you're usually upfront and bold, jumping straight into the deep end but with Brittany you feel like you need to wade in from the shallows and that was a version of it. You're not sure if the water is warm, or what's beneath it, even if you're fairly sure she's into you too, and has definitely thought about fucking you either this visit or the last, but you're not fully confident so you're testing the temperature.

Like you said earlier, it's like you don't know what to do when she's close. It's like she sucks the confidence straight out your body and you're sure it's because of those damn eyes.

Still, you just shrug when she doesn't answer and reach down to grab the duffel, trying to show her that you're on your way out – even if you'd really like to stay – and she watches you. It makes you move a little slower than usual, just in case she's hesitating and thank God you did, because it's when your fingers curl around the strap, and you're about to haul it on to your shoulder that she speaks, and you don't get to complete the action.

"Are you hitting on me?"

Your eyebrows shoot up, arms instantly folding across your chest as you stare down at Brittany. Shit. You weren't expecting her to be so bold and now your whole theory about wading in from the shallows has gone out the freaking window as she's just asking you straight up. It's hardly like you've been subtle, and you're really trying not to choke but she's being upfront and bold like you usually are and when the tables are turned, it's attractive and intimidating in a way you couldn't have imagined.

So you decide to beat around the bush. You don't know if she's going to accept your advances yet, or if she's actually into you despite the strong inkling, and if she's going to be bold, you can pretend you're not.

You can't do what you normally do with this girl.

"I wouldn't hit on someone who hadn't shown me any signs of being interested," you choose to reply, as you're not exactly lying, but you're not telling the whole truth plus now the ball is in her court to admit she has been flashing subtle signs. "Nor do I hit on straight girls."

You bend back down, hand snapping out to reach for the duffel again but before you can grab it, there's a foot nudging your wrist. It drops away immediately, mostly because you glance up at find Brittany with her chest tucked to her chest, a smirk on her lips and she's studying you like she did when she first came out. Which reminds you, you have no idea what Puck's doing and when you glance over, you realise it's now just you and Brittany in the garden, and suddenly the air seems heavier but judging by the way she doesn't follow your gaze, she already knew you were alone.

And has already got her reply in mind as apparently, she had some time to prepare.

"Who said I was straight?"

Desperately forcing away the urge to punch the air in celebration, you just swallow, smirk back at her and bob your head. You purposely mentioned straight girls in hopes she'd correct you, and she fell for the bait, and that's all you needed to get your confidence back. Still, you get on with what you're doing, pretending like this is totally casual and not heading where you really fucking hope it goes with a dragging but enjoyable silence, and nudge her ankle back before you return to your feet, just to get her back which makes her smile.

"Good to know," you chirp, and Brittany's smirk turns into a grin, but there's a doubt in her eyes like she doesn't know what you're going to do next and well, you're glad you're not alone in the feeling. You can usually predict what a girl is going to say or do, but with her you have no idea. It's like you can't read her, but in a really fucking thrilling way as you're starting to believe she feels the same about you.

That's very much confirmed with her next question, as you again, really weren't expecting it.

"So, is it true?"

Because you don't know what she's talking about, you get confused and show it. You were smiling, cocky and confident a whole second ago and yeah, you're enjoying this back and forth and not being able to predict whether you're going to be balls deep or have to visit three more times before that, but now it's confusing. She seems to find it adorable though, as she twists her face up with amusement, showing it with a soft smile like she's done a handful of times now, and you just shrug.

"Is what true?" You ask, eyes darting left to right.

Blue orbs drop halfway down your body, and you jolt when you realise they're focused on your crotch because yeah… She's asking if the rumours about your dick are true. Lima is a small ass place, with little to discuss and you have kind of made your way through half the population of attractive teenage girls in the vicinity, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that you've been at the centre of gossip, but you're not used to someone asking you outright.

Even if you don't give a damn when you get the occasional negative reaction.

"How do you know about that?" You ask instead, voice a lot softer than you intended and Brittany kicks one ankle over the other, not visibly disappointed and instead intrigued. Okay, that's a better reaction so you think you're good.

"I go to school with Quinn, Sugar, Tina and Kitty," she says and it's like she's reading out of your black book, which should make you panic, but instead it fuels your confidence.

Because that means she knows what you're like and is still flirting with you. That means she knows who you are and what happens when you come to clean the pool and still called you back, or at least didn't stop her mom from doing it. It means she knows you've banged most of her friends apparently and is still interested and so you lift your chin, heat scorching across your skin and making your entire body flare up as that can only mean one thing.

She wants the same thing you do.

You smirk, taking in a deep breath and bite down on your bottom lip, full well knowing how your expression is shifting from cocky to seductive but that's the point. You need to come across like this because this is like signing the contract and sealing the deal. How you respond right now is going to solidify the time before you two get down and dirty, which you think might be imminent, and you're assuming Puck's worked a miracle or got caught up doing other mundane shit to distract her mom which presents the opportunity, but you don't know.

You think you're about to get what you wanted the second you saw her. You really fucking hope so.

"In that case, there's no point in lying as you already know it is true," you replying, holding blue eyes strongly and Brittany stutters out the next breath. "So I wanna know why you're asking."

She knows you know why she asked but she doesn't need to say it, and her eyes darken visibly. She takes a deep breath, sucks in her bottom lip and chews on it for long moments and you let her gaze roam around your body because you can see the cogs in her brain turning. You know she's weighing up what to do, and whether or not she wants to be added to your black book and for some reason, there's a spark of doubt in your chest as the silence drags on but you don't think it's because of your situation.

You think it's because she doesn't know if it's appropriate, and probably how she's going to tell her friends that she's screwed the same person they have.

Still, you won't break as you can hold out, and you're fairly confident that within a few minutes, you're going to be going inside the house then inside her, and instead of answering, Brittany stands. She does it slowly, dragging her gaze up the taller she gets until she's slightly towering over, and bravely stepping toward you. The gap minimises, and you stop breathing completely when her hand comes up to pluck at the tight fabric of your tank top, purposely bumping your abs and you won't lie, you almost drop to the floor at the touch.

But blue eyes are still holding yours strongly, a mischievous and seductive glint behind them and it just makes you freeze in your spot instead.

What the hell is this girl doing to you?

"Because I wanted to see if you'd suggest going to the pool house to find out, if I asked," Brittany finally draws out, voice low in a way that shoots straight to your groin.

You don't want to give it to her so easily, and you're entirely thrilled and turned on with this tension between you. It's fucking chemical and completely overpowering, and you love this part of seduction, even if it's never quite felt like this before but you're on fire and enjoying the burn. She's so fucking bold and confident, a complete match to you and you can't lie… You're really fucking digging this.

Still, playing coy is always a good shout, and you really don't want to jump the gun, so you ask, "The pool house?"

She doesn't elaborate immediately at your question, instead giggles darkly and slides out from in front of you, darting around and already backing away towards the place you're literally talking about. Talk about fucking bold, she isn't even waiting for you to answer, taking your silence as a confirmation, but she still pauses a few feet away, casting a gaze behind your shoulder – probably to check her mom and Puck aren't about to come out – and lifts a shoulder as her eyes meet yours.

"Don't think my mom would appreciate me fucking you in the pool you've just cleaned," Brittany finally responds and well, that's you gone.

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You stumble over your own feet as you speed towards Brittany, grabbing her by the hand and enjoying the way she laughs as she tugs you towards the pool house, kicking aside the crap by the door and unlocking it before you both enter.

She pushes you inside, down on to the sofa in the middle and you spare a quick glance, seeing expensive wicker furniture and a light colour scheme and you would comment on how nice it is in here, but then Brittany's giggling, slamming the door shut and leaning against it, stealing your breath. Arousal surges through you, and you gulp as you watch in complete awe as she holds your eye as she drops her kimono from her shoulders to the floor, then unties her bikini top to fling it off somewhere in the room to reveal perky breasts and pink nipples.

She's so much hotter than you initially thought – somehow – and this confidence is such a fucking turn on, but you don't get to retaliate before she's sauntering towards you, throwing a long leg either side of your hips and sitting on top of you, grinding down her hips in a way that makes you buck upward. A groan leaves your lips as her hands rake through your hair, nails scratching against your scalp, and you almost choke on the breath you try to take when she manipulates your face, tipping it towards her and smirking down at you once before kissing you hard.

It's still soft somehow, despite her tongue pushing into your mouth immediately and you react in the only way you know how, letting your other brain lead the way. You grasp at her ass, fingers slipping beneath bikini bottoms to knead the flesh and you start a rocking motion, feeling yourself harden even more. You think you were hard when you were outside, before she touched you or kissed you, but you don't fucking know and regardless, you're good.

You've got a hot blonde on your lap, her tongue is in your mouth, she's moaning and making sounds that you're going to remember for years to come, and you continue making out for long, hot moments, before impatience sets in and Brittany's pulling at the roots of your hair, parting your lips and dropping hers to start a path down your throat, nipping at your skin and sucking at your pulse point.

"Fuck," you groan, throwing your head back and she giggles naughtily into your ear at how loud you're being, flicking her tongue out against your lobe and you swear you all about die. "Brittany," you rasp, just because you wanted to say her name as you've now got a new turn on, and you genuinely don't think you've ever felt like this before.

But she seems to feel the same, as it just makes her kiss you vigorously again, both your bodies rolling together in sync to put pressure in all the right places, and usually, you're the one in charge. Usually, you're the one creating light-headedness and volume, but she's doing it to you and dominating every inch of your being and you're totally here for it. You haven't ever had a girl take the reins like this, as you're definitely a top but you think you're going to start being a bottom if you ever get lucky enough to get a second go at this, but that's the future.

The present is that she's about to ride you into oblivion, and you don't want to do anything to fuck that up.

Still, you know you need to show you mean business, and hopefully prove the rumours right – you've heard that your conquests can never doubt your ability, regardless of your heartless attitude that follows – and so you get moving.

You wrap your hands around the backs of her thighs, pushing up with your hips and stand up, urging long legs around your waist. Brittany squeaks in surprise but doesn't stop kissing you and you smile against her mouth as you walk her back towards the door you came in from, as you saw a table next to it and want to make full use of all available furniture.

As much as you want her to fuck you on the sofa, you want a reason for her to call you back to tend to the 'pool' again, so it's time to impress and time to take those reins back.

"God, you're so hot," Brittany whispers against your mouth, pulling back for necessary air and you quickly check the blinds are down over the window – you still don't know where Puck or Crystal went, but you don't want to be interrupted – and they are, so you can make your next move.

"You can talk," you whisper, hot against her lips before you steal her breath, kissing her again and she melts into you.

You set her down on the edge of the table, letting your hands travel and fingers begin working at the tie at the side of her bikini bottoms. You do it with practised ease, shifting one of your hands back up to cradle her with a palm low on her spine, and lean away quickly, nudging her legs open to pull them down and throw them into the room behind, and it's then that Brittany kicks herself into action, flicking open the button of your jean shorts and urging you to wiggle them down your thighs, which you do until your cock springs free.

She gasps, one hand shooting to wrap around it and you sink your teeth into her bottom lip, jerking into the touch. You don't think you've ever been this ready for anyone before, and you'll be damned if you embarrass yourself by rapid stamina, but she's testing your limits. Just her kiss alone is driving you fucking wild, and now she's stroking up and down your length, twisting her fist expertly and biting back into the next kiss she gives you.

But she pulls away, only for a moment, to mumble, "So it is true," against your lips and for the third time, you think you're about to pass out.

The fucking things Brittany is doing to your mind, body and soul are indescribable, and you step back between her legs after removing your tank top, revealing your boobs as you go braless as you paid for these rambunctious set of twins on your chest. They're one of your best features, and she actually makes a point of drinking them in by pushing with her free hand at your collarbone to put some distance between you so she can look at your naked body for a good couple seconds.

And when she does? It's like she's seeing the light after being surrounded in darkness her entire life.

Blue eyes bug open, blinking like Brittany thinks this is a dream and it's such an ego stroke that you moan really fucking loudly. It would be embarrassing, but then those damn oceans flit to you, creating eye contact that normally, you're not down with, but you think you could fall into her every time she looks at you. Probably not the best attitude or thought to be having whilst you're getting laid, but you're going to take this moment for everything as you don't know if it'll ever happen again.

"San… I want you," Brittany admits through a strained throat, breaking you out of your thoughts and you splutter, enjoying the amused squeak that leaves her lips as you press your bare chests together for the first time, bringing your mouths back together as you suck her bottom lip into your mouth.

She has a nickname for you already.

Her arms fling around your shoulders, ass shifting to the edge of the table, but you want her to remember you, remember this, and as much as you want to bury yourself inside of her, you want to make her come a different way first. So you tickle around her thighs at soft skin, dipping in to even softer skin and then up until two fingers press against wet heat. She yelps, muffled into the kiss you give her, and you slip between slick folds, circling the bundle of nerves at the top and she pulls away.

You just want to watch her when you do this. Something you realise when you get to and you take in the way her swollen lips pop open, but her eyes squeeze shut and how a breathy sigh comes out so, so quietly. It's loud as hell in your ears though, despite your pulse threatening to take over it and Brittany shifts her hips, tilting up and you know that means she wants you inside, but you're kind of enamoured by her.

It's a shocking statement to say how your body is reacting to this, as you have a lot of built up testosterone thanks to your special situation and have to release it regularly – hence the reason you're such a hoe, besides the face you actually like doing it – but you've never felt like this. Just the crease of Brittany's eyebrows is making you zone out, almost boil to the point of explosion, and you momentarily forget where you are and what you're doing, but you want to see what else you can do to her to continue making her look like this.

So that's what you do.

You skip the teasing, glancing between your bodies that are starting to sweat, and dip down to Brittany's entrance, watching your finger glisten with juices and you're presented with the overwhelming urge to do something. You want to know what she tastes like, more than anything right now and judging by the impatient whimpers leaving Brittany's mouth, you're guessing she wants you to be inside her pronto so you can't go down on her – maybe another time –but you won't miss out on the opportunity of right now, just in case.

You pull your finger to your mouth, ignoring the slight whimper at the loss of touch and just as you're about to flick your tongue out, long fingers are wrapping around your wrist, and Brittany's redirecting until she can suck your finger into her mouth whilst she looks you right in the eye and holy shit.

This has got to be a dream, or maybe you died and went to freaking heaven, because Brittany is fucking unreal.

She's like the kinkiest, dirtiest, sexiest thing you've ever known, and you want her so bad you can't even put it into words.

"Fuck," you whisper, unable to not verbalise how impressed, turned on and desperate you are for her as it's undeniable now.

A flush scorches over your skin, jaw dropping open at the combination of watching her suck your finger and fucking feeling it – also imagining her mouth wrapped around something else which again, maybe another time – and you're completely rendered speechless as she flicks her tongue out against your finger as she pulls way, showing you that she's tasting herself. It's fucking mesmerising, and you choke, realising how dry your throat is but then she's smirking, holding your eyes strongly as she releases your finger with a pop.

"Hmmm…" She hums, and it's such a sultry, sexy noise that you know it's going to be the star in your dreams for many, many nights to come. You're definitely okay with that too, and you surge forward, unable to hold back anymore as you now want to taste her in her mouth, and God… She tastes like everything good in the freaking world like sweet and salty and it sends you into this uncontrollable spiral because you can't wait for another opportunity.

You need it and you need it now.

Without a seconds hesitation, you drop down to your knees, pushing apart strong thighs with your hands grasping them firmly, and open her up. You eye her glistening centre, sparing a quick glance up to see wide blue eyes and a shocked expression, and smirk before diving straight in, pressing a wet kiss to where she wants it most. Moans fill the room, her hands shooting to the back of your head to hold you there as you stroke your tongue through her and she quakes, the table vibrating beneath and banging against the wall gently.

"Oh-Oh m-my…" She stutters out, unable to form coherent words and you tease her, smirking against hot flesh and lapping away, speeding towards her first orgasm.

It's quicker than you expected, but it fuels your confidence as apparently you weren't the only one super fucking worked up prior to actually doing anything and you want more of her, to have everything you can have in this moment and so you hook her legs over your shoulders, tugging her as far as possible into your grasp and the hands in your hair tug. Pleasurable pain stings at your scalp, but it just spurs you on more and more and you open your mouth wider, lap faster and suck more intently at her clit and treasure the sound of your name, brokenly tumbling from her lips.

"Sa-San-Santan-" Brittany chokes, locking her ankles behind your back and you smirk again, stroking your palms up long legs, over her abs before sliding down to her hips, gripping gently as you flatten your tongue against her.

With every stroke, you add a little more pressure, savouring the taste and you know it's going to be an unhealthy addiction as it's heaven in the form of Brittany fucking Pierce, but you're cool with it right now. She bucks up against you, tossing her head back as she writhes with pleasure and all your senses are completely engulfed by her, ears filling with whimpers, mewls and whimpers, skin prickling with heat and eyes locked on to the way she's moving with your mouth on her.

It's all so hot, and you want to speed this up now as you're kind of dying to know what it's going to be like to slide inside of her and put all attention on her clit. You suck it into your mouth, flicking out your tongue and it's only a couple more rounds of repetitive movement before she's breaking, coming hard and pulling you close against her until you can't breathe, cheeks squished between strong thighs.

And honestly, you'd be okay to die like this, as you'd be dying in fucking paradise.

But you bring her down when she slowly, watching her chest heave from above as her hands drop out of your hair, to your shoulders and you grin against hot flesh. She's completely satisfied already, shown by flushed skin, heavy panting and cloudy blue eyes, or so that's what you think before she switches back into action.

Her gaze meets yours, locking in and she grins once before tugging you up. You kiss your way up her body though, despite her urgency as you want her to want more of you after this and remember how it feels to have your kisses all over her skin. Something you think is going to happen as she kisses you fiercely, tasting herself in your mouth and winding her arms around your neck, ankles still locked behind you but now you're tightly pressed against her body, your throbbing cock trapped between you, the underside sliding against residue juices spread around her thighs which makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You can't wait to be inside her.

"Britt," you manage to get out between kisses, and Brittany pulls back to hold your eye as she reaches between you, wrapping around your dick and stroking you expertly like she was before. You rut your hips, grunting when she leans back into kiss you but doesn't, instead nipping on your bottom lip because the mixed sensations are just too much as you're really fucking overwhelmed right now, even if it's the best type of sensation.

"San," she pants, and you manage a smile as she just said your nickname because she said yours, but then something in her eyes switch and her hands travel north, desperately clutching at your neck as she breathes hard against your mouth, tipping your foreheads together and speaks again. "Fuck me… Now."

Again, it's shocking to have something said to you that renders you speechless during sex – you're usually confident as hell, like you said – and it's not like you haven't heard other girls beg for the same thing, but it's totally different this time. Blue eyes are burning into yours, the words coming out raspy and full of want and lust, but the way she's touching you is a total contract as despite literally dripping for you right now, her fingers are stroking the fine hairs at the nape of your neck a little too softly for a moment like this.

That's what makes you pause, because it only takes a few seconds for you to realise she's asking you to fuck her. She doesn't just want to be fucked, she wants you to do it, wants you to make her come hard again and that could be because of traded secrets with her friends that you've also banged, but for some reason, you don't think it is. It's like she wants you, has done in another life or something and you choke at the request, feeling it slam into your chest way heavier than expected.

Because you're used to being used for a release, to fulfil naughty desires from daughters of wealthy businessmen that should be dating honour students, not pool cleaners, but you don't feel like this is like that. It hasn't been like that since the second you met her, even if technically, this is only the second time. You don't know why, and because it sends panic through your chest, you choose to lock it up.

You push it away, ignoring it and return back to the current scenario, kissing her hard, just once, before pulling your bodies apart to search for your shorts. That's where the condom is, and you almost trip over the rug when you see them an irritating distance away, scowling as your body stings with cold now it's not pressed against hers. But you still grab it, sprinting back to Brittany and enjoying the grin you return to as she plucks it from your hand, shifting into a smirk as she tears it open with her teeth and then grabs at your cock confidently, urging you forward again.

Nimble fingers roll it over the tip, curling around and stroking as they put it on and it's kind of embarrassing how hot you are. You feel like you're only a few strokes away from coming and you really need your stamina for this as you've never wanted anything more. Sure, you've had strong sexual urges towards other girls, or you wouldn't be the way you are, but there's something about Brittany that you're already dying over as you know one time with her isn't going to be enough.

This could be the start of a new addiction.

You step forward when Brittany's hands come up to rest on your shoulders, and you grab her by the thighs, tugging her to the edge of the table until you can run your cock through slick folds. You lock eyes with her, taking in a deep breath and unlike usual, you pause before you push into her, but she just bites her bottom lip, whimpering whilst you do your thing and nods, silently demanding that you need to enter her.

So you do, clenching your jaw against the hot resistance as you push inside, your eyes rolling into the back of your head because she feels so fucking good.

"God," you groan, dropping your forehead to hers, eyes snapping down to watch as you slide a few inches inside, before rolling your hips backwards and repeating the movement, but deeper this time.

"Fuck… S'nt'a…" Brittany mewls, the breath hitching in her throat when start a slow motion, unsure if she needs to be eased into this still. You don't know her experience, even if you're certain by now she isn't a virgin and fairly confident so she's definitely not a virgin.

The fingers on your shoulders tighten, nails digging into your flesh, and you hiss when she whines, legs winding around your back and tugging, just once, so you bury yourself inside her completely, and you all about die. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, and you close your eyes against the spine tingling sensations racketing around your body, mind going wild with thoughts of what she'd feel like without protection, but that's not going to happen.

This may not even happen again, and so like you've said a hundred times, it's about time you show that you don't just talk the talk and get moving.

You pull out of her, just leaving the tip of your cock inside and her left leg twitches, a smirk coming across your face as you mentally note she likes that. You want to know what her spots are, and how many she's aware of so you can reveal a few more, but you don't get to think on it before Brittany's grabbing at your face and kissing you hard, a silent request to start pounding.

You have no argument either, as you really want to come already and so you start pumping away, biting into the kiss you give her as your fists move to the top of the table, knuckles pressing to the top to use as leverage as you increase the speed. She throws her head back, lips parted and she's making the sexiest fucking noises you've ever heard, but there's a grin on her face that imprints in your mind and all you want to do is wipe it off.

Which you do, tapping a certain spot inside of her and she yelps, gasping as she clutches on to your neck, arms now wound around it like you're her last life raft at sea. It spurs you on more, the heat beneath your skin reaching boiling point and a heavy pressure forming low in your spine, but you want to make her come and you want to make her come hard, and again and again, as many times and as long as possible.

"Ugh, fuck," Brittany screeches, turning her head so her lips are by your ear, nose nudging the shell. She's panting heavily, strangled whines escaping her throat and you're both working up a sweat as you hammer into her expertly. It may be the first time, but you think you're getting to know her body already. "God… San."

You nudge her head back to look at her face, the sound of your name spilling from her lips being one of the best things you're hearing right now and there's a lot of competition. Obscene smacking sounds are echoing around the room as you slam into her harder, putting more force behind each thrust as her legs twitch uncontrollably behind you and you know she likes it rough. You can already tell and so you bite down on her bottom lip as you kiss her again, moving your hands from the top of the table to slide beneath her ass, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass and using it to pound faster.

She whimpers, begins breaking, looking like she's in fucking paradise with hooded, dazed eyes locked on to yours and strangled noises leaving her mouth, and you want to remember this forever. She's so fucking hot, and so fucking beautiful in this moment with wild hair, swollen lips and flushed skin, and you have a hefty handful of memories of being like this with other girls, but nothing compares.

Brittany is like no other. She feels and is making you feel like no other and you exhale shakily when she tips your foreheads together, tilting her head to the right to kiss you again, but it's way softer this time. To the point where you panic immediately, breaking it and glancing between your bodies to put your focus on your cock sliding in and out of her, and how you can see all the juices glistening down there but that just fuels you more because she's so fucking wet.

"Shit," leaves your lips, and hands travel to the base of your skull, cradling it until you're looking back into blue oceans but you're not sure if you said that to distract or because your brain is starting to realise something you don't want it to.

It doesn't matter though, as Brittany whimpers, squeaks as you push her closer and closer to the edge, switching it up from fast, frantic thrusts to slow, drawn out ones and the combination makes it too hard for the kisses to continue. Your breaths still do it though, and you can't deny that you're enthralled and overwhelmed by this entire situation, as it's sneaky, hot, passionate and a few other things it should be considering it's just another one of your hook ups, but you want to.

Because it's making your body do things that it doesn't usually do when you're having sex. It's making your stomach flip, something in your chest tug and unexpected affection rises in your chest when Brittany smiles at you when you tap the spot you did at the beginning, because you didn't forget. You don't think you could forget any part of her now, and it's dumb because this isn't anything.

This is just another notch in your bedpost. It's just raw, animalistic sex. That's it because you don't get feelings, or fuck with them. You have sex with every girl you want to have sex with, just for pleasure and that's the bottom line.

So you need to take your mind out of this and let your body do it's thing. You need it to remember that this could be a one time opportunity and you pick up the pace again, pushing into Brittany, rocking your hips, dragging her hips and rolling her into you. It has the desired effect as she stops staring at you, stops smiling and scrunches her face up, her orgasm approaching rapidly and that's what you're here to do.

Your body slides against hers, both of them dripping from sweat as the air conditioning isn't on in the pool house so it's humid as hell, and you kiss her. Her tongue flicks against yours, curls around the edge of your teeth and you can't stop yourself from whining, feeling the acceleration of pleasure and arousal, which means you're close, too.

"Fu-fu-fuck," Brittany stutters, tightening around your impossibly so and you steel yourself, putting all the energy you have, ignoring the aching muscles in your legs and pelvis, and slide a hand between your bodies, finding her clit immediately. You roll the pads of your fingers against it, circling as you slow down your other motions until just the tip is inside, and pushing back inside slowly, but so, so deep that it's all Brittany needs.

Blue eyes grow wide, swollen lips popping open and she spasms, quivers, and then finally snaps, coming hard and tightening around your cock in sudden waves. She screams your name, one of her hands snapping down to stop the motions on her clit, whilst the other shoot to the back of your neck, curling around and anchoring herself with the grip and when she pulls you in so there's zero space between your body, you snap, too.

"Fuck, Britt–" You groan, unable to form her name properly as the hot, heavy pressure in the base of your spine spirals sky high, and you jerk sloppily, falling off rhythm for the first time as you come to your own release, spilling inside the condom. You keep pumping into her though slowly, drawing out both of your climaxes and your legs tremble, threatening to buckle but Brittany holds on to you, bringing your mouths back together into a gentle kiss.

Somehow, it gives you the strength you need to not fall on to the floor in a pathetic, exhausted mess, and you put the last ounce of effort inside your body into it. Thanks to your complete lack of breath, and feeling like you just ran a marathon, it doesn't last for long and you break apart, resting your forehead on her shoulder as she begins chuckling throatily into your ear, nose pressed to your hair as she begins stroking her hands up and down the sweaty skin of your back.

And because it feels so easy, so peaceful like the calm after the storm, you stay there for a short while, trying to regain your breath whilst feeling Brittany twitch all around you, from her legs to her pelvic muscles and you know you have to move, or you'll start reloading. She's still going through her orgasm, her hips rolling slightly and ass clenching, making her rises half an inch higher every other second or so, and you reluctantly step back, gripping the base of your cock, eyes flitting up to watch Brittany's face as you slide out of her.

It's a thing of beauty really, so you're glad you did it because Brittany stares right back at you through dazed eyes, biting down on her bottom lip and releasing a deep whine when the connection is broken, and you're no longer inside of her. She didn't want you to do that, and neither did you if you're honest, but that was a different kind of sex, and you really should get going before your brain makes you do or say something stupid to ruin it.

Apparently, Brittany has other ideas though, because instead of filling the silence, telling you that she's good now and needs to get back to a boyfriend or assignments or whatever – that's usually what girls do after this kind of thing, just for a quick getaway which usually, you want – she just smirks at you, slides off the table and presses your bodies back together. Her hands shoot to frame your jaw, just in time for her mouth to crash against yours and she steals the ridiculously small amount of oxygen you have inside your lungs as you stumble backwards, calves bumping into the sofa until you tip back, slumping down into it and interrupting the making out.

But when you're about to apologise for tripping over furniture, and for it stopping what you were doing, you glance up to find Brittany taking the band off her wrist off with her teeth, making quick work of her hair and bundling it into a high pony before she drops to her knees. It renders you speechless, especially when her hands shoot to the insides of your knees, pushing them out until your legs spread and you feel your cock throb against your stomach, the image of Brittany kneeling in front of you sending adrenaline and arousal surging through you all over again.

Because you think you know what she's about to do, and you think she meant to steer you into the sofa so you just gulp, stay quiet and watch as Brittany smirks up at you through narrowed eyes, her hand reaching out to fist your cock and pump until you're rock hard in under three seconds again. You weren't even sure you were capable of reloading that quick, but here you are, and you sure as hell aren't going to question it.

Especially because she holds your eyes as she ducks her head, running the flat of her tongue along the underside of your shaft and then she's swallowing your length and well, you forget about saying anything stupid to ruin it.

It hasn't finished yet.

/

An hour later, when the sun has almost gone down completely, you've ticked off all the bases multiple times and had sex again, you're helping Brittany get redressed by holding out her bikini top and bottom to her as she lay on the sofa, naked, sweaty and looking painfully attractive. There's an exhausted smile on her face, her cheeks are still pink and she's glowing in the minimal sunlight beaming through the blinds, but you know you need to be going.

You have no idea where Puck is, as if you're correct, Crystal should've left as the husband must have come home at some point, and you can't imagine he would've hung around for that or waited for you. You did kind of disappear, after all, and if he even came near the pool house, he might have heard you and just taken his leave early. Which would be a dick move, but you just had the best two hours of your lives and so you have zero complaints about potentially having to catch an Uber home.

"So, when are you coming back?"

You try not to smile at the question, and spin around as you search for your items of clothing, finding your tank top and shorts and slipping them back on whilst replying. Brittany already wants to see you again, or fuck you again – either one, you're good – and it's still having strange effects on your stomach, but she's the best you ever had so you're down for a revisit. You might even sneak in under the shadow of night and fill the pool with leaves to come back quicker.

"For what?" You ask, casting a devious grin over your shoulder at her as she's tying up her bikini top, sat up on the sofa now. You still need to play it cool. "The pool or for you?"

Brittany giggles, clambers to her feet and steps into her bikini bottom, one leg at a time before tying them up at the tip. "Both," she whispers and looks up at you through long lashes.

It's the answer you wanted, or at least half of it is, so you roll your eyes playfully and grin at her as both of you move at the same time, stepping towards each other. Your hands shoot to her hips, hers come to rest on your collarbones and she breathes out when your clothed chests touch, probably for the same reason you do it, too. You know what it feels like to be pressed up against her all naked and in the throes of passion, so this is kind of a downgrade but you still like it.

"Next week," you finally reply, your eyes darting between each of hers and she grins, nodding her head even though you swear you see something flash behind her eyes. "Unless the pool gets super dirty in between and you need an emergency visit," you quickly add on, as you considered filling it with crap in the middle of the night just to see her again quicker, and maybe she wants you to suggest it.

If she does, she doesn't say it, just bites down on her bottom lip, eyes twinkling as they bore into yours and she leans forward, kissing you again. It's soft, just like it was when you were in the middle of fucking her, but it doesn't scare you this time as it could just be a goodbye kiss. It's not hot and heavy, even if there is still tongue, and you trace the curves and points of her teeth before pulling away and watching her go a little giddy.

"That might happen," she manages to get out, and you let out a small chuckle before completely parting your bodies and heading towards the door. "Maybe you should give me your number, just in case of that."

You freeze, reaching for the handle and look at her over your shoulder. "Your mom has Puck's if you need it then," you retort, because as much as you want to give her your number, you're fully aware that Brittany isn't like any of the other girls and your mind, body and soul knows it. It's a little scary, but you just need to keep at arm's length which will be easy as this is a weekly job, and you can distract yourself in between if she's not around you.

Then it can't develop into anything, not that you think she would even want that or think that's even possible as you're Santana Lopez, that was just sex and you don't do feelings, and to be honest, you like the thought of her wanting to chase you and get your number. You like that she's interested, that you're leaving her wanting more because sure, the other girls do it, too but she just does it different.

It just hits you in a different way, something you weren't expecting but you suppose this hasn't been normal and you've known that since the second you laid eyes on her, so the smart thing would be to leave it like this and see what happens next time you come to clean the pool.

"Yeah, guess she does," Brittany quips, her eyes trained on you like she really doesn't know how to handle you, but you need that. You need that distance, that space between you because you feel like it would only take a nudge for you to get hooked on this addiction and that's not what you need.

She's just super hot, a really good lay, and that's it.

"See you next week, Britt," you say as you pull open the door and step outside, closing it behind you and taking your first proper breath since you went in there with her.

/

You find Puck parked outside on the street; legs kicked up on the dashboard with his cap set low over his eyes. He has his arms folded across his chest, there's a cigarette burning away, hanging out the side of his mouth and if it weren't for that, you'd think he was asleep, and as much as you want to scare the living crap out of him, you have been gone for a good couple hours with no explanation and he was good enough to hang around.

So you round the truck, knocking on the window gently so he tips his hat up, sits properly in the drives side as you climb in and he eyes you for a long moment, his eyebrow raising the longer he does it as he takes in your appearance. There are several dark marks on your neck that he zones in on immediately, and he begins grinning, coming to completely accurate conclusions as he flicks on the engine, not asking anything until the roars to light and he peels off down the street.

"So," he starts, clearing his throat and leaning one elbow out his open window, cigarette in between the tips of his fingers. "Guess I don't need to ask where you were for the past two hours."

You grin, eyes sliding to him, and you kick your feet up on the dash, crossing one leg over the other. "Nope, you don't," you retort as the memories flash behind your eyes, making your insides flutter uncontrollably. Brittany is so fucking good at everything sexual. Not a single complaint on your side and you usually have at least a few for each girl. "What about you?"

Puck flares his nostrils, exhales heavily and that's answer enough, but he still says it. "Crystal asked for my help in picking out a jacket to go with the dress which I thought meant she wanted to at least suck me off," he explains, and you frown, turning your head to look at him side on. He really is a pig sometimes. "But turns out she really just wanted help and before I could make my move, her damn husband came home."

You would feel bad for him if you weren't completely elated that you not only got laid before him – he usually beds cougars the first visit – but by who you fucked, so you just punch him in the bicep and decide that teasing is way better than sympathy. "Poor Puckerman," you coo in a baby voice, and he scoffs, flipping you off. "Maybe you're losing your sex appeal."

"Fuck off," he spits but his voice is light and playful, and he lets out a throaty chuckle, flicking the butt of his cigarette out the window and blowing the last of the smoke out in a smooth stream. "How was she then?"

That's a normal type of question, as you always share explicit stories, but you still don't like it because it just feels different. You have about a thousand responses, all of which are the verbal version of a five star review, but unlike all the other times, you don't want to discuss the details with Puck. What you and Brittany did in that pool house was hot, and raw, and so fucking dirty, but there was a lot of eye contact, a lot of kissing, and if you start telling him shit, that might come out and you'll never live that down.

So instead you play it off, shrugging and smirking at him, one eyebrow raised as you reply. "I'm not gonna give you the dirty details on this one, Puckerman… Gotta find your own fodder for your spank bank this time," you shrug, and he glares at you. "Consider it punishment for flopping hard."

Puck throws his head back laughing and shakes his head as he turns down one of the streets, but you just look out the window, mind flurrying with the memory of Brittany being all around you as he begins chatting about his plan to seduce Brittany's mom, once and for all.

/