Summary: Santana is not having a good day, so Brittany gives her a lap dance to cheer her up. GP!Santana.
When Santana gets home after school, she walks into her room to find Brittany casually lying on her bed, listening to music. She doesn't even bat an eye; she's gotten used to the blonde sneaking into her house.
"Britt!" she calls, dropping her bag on the floor and waving a hand in front of her girlfriend's face.
Breaking out of her daze, Brittany grins, takes out her earphones, and turns her iPod off to greet Santana. But for some reason, Santana looks extra moody; she doesn't even bother to flash an attempted smile back.
Frowning in concern, Brittany stands up in front of the Latina. "What's wrong?" she asks, smoothing a hand over Santana's bare arm.
Santana merely huffs and sinks down into her computer chair. "Just had a fucked up day, that's all."
If Brittany knows one thing about Santana, it's that she doesn't like to openly share her feelings, especially when she's angry. So Brittany just nods, pursing her lips as she wonders how to cheer her up. Her eyes idly rake over Santana's form while she's thinking, and that's when inspiration strikes her. Her lips curl up into a devious smirk, causing Santana to raise an eyebrow in question.
"I'm going to cheer you up. Stay down, okay? I just need to hook up my iPod to your dock. Don't move," Brittany explains to a confused but compliant Santana, who watches her girlfriend's backside with growing arousal as she bends over to plug her iPod in.
As the blonde turns back around, Santana quickly averts her eyes, hoping she isn't caught. If Brittany knows, she doesn't say anything. She simply waits in the middle of the room, staring at Santana intensely until the music begins.
Santana quirks her eyebrow even higher. As Brittany begins to sway her hips in perfect rhythm, Santana's breath catches in her throat, and she suddenly finds herself clutching at the arms of the chair tightly. She watches without so much as blinking. Her jeans begin to tighten as Brittany comes closer and closer, until her lips are hovering over Santana's ear. Brittany lets out a spine-tingling warm breath before whispering hotly, "I'm giving you a lap dance. Just relax." She grinds her hips forward to brush against Santana's knee.
Santana stays perfectly still, scared that if she moves, she'll grab Brittany, throw her onto the bed, and fuck her senseless. It's taking all her willpower not to, especially with the way Brittany has now turned around and is grinding her ass into her lap while swaying rhythmically.
By this point, Santana is so hard that it's starting to become painful. She actually whimpers as Brittany turns back around and thrusts herself between her legs, rubbing her pussy along the length of Santana's thigh. Her mound is only covered by a thin layer of material from her shorts, and Santana can feel the heat even from beneath her jeans.
"Someone's getting excited," Brittany husks in a teasing voice, planting a small kiss to Santana's protruding collarbone, then looking down at her bulging crotch. The sight alone makes Brittany want to give in with the teasing and suck her off, but she resists with a watering mouth and a sharp intake of breath, forcefully grinding her pussy into Santana's lap instead.
Suddenly, she pulls up her other leg so that she's straddling Santana with her knees on either side of her hips. Santana gasps, nails now digging painfully hard into the plastic. Brittany's chest taunts her as she stares at two perfectly round breasts. She wants nothing more than to rip off her top and suck on her hard, pink nipples, but she knows she isn't allowed to touch, not yet. It's all slowly starting to drive her insane.
"Baby…fuck, Britt," Santana stammers as her hips subconsciously start thrusting upwards.
Brittany tuts and crawls off her and back onto the floor, sliding her hands up the edge of the chair and up Santana's arms until their faces are level, hardly a breath away from their lips touching. Santana is panting heavily, practically squirming in the seat, her face flushed and hot.
Brittany smirks into a soft kiss, barely brushing her lips against Santana's at a torturously slow pace. Santana whimpers into the kiss, trying to part Brittany's lips with her tongue. The blonde teasingly backs away before suddenly crashing her mouth into Santana's, thrusting her tongue between the Latina's lips.
Their tongues meet, brushing over each other, then start to move together at a frantic pace. A low groan rumbles through Santana's throat, vibrating into the kiss. Brittany slides her body between Santana's legs and suggestively presses against her bulge, then gasps and twitches, her eyes wide.
"San, you're so hard," she moans, feeling her own arousal dampening between her legs.
Santana bites her lip, trying to suppress the pleasure rising in her stomach. She knows she can't take much more; her cock is already twitching and throbbing for release.
Biting her bottom lip, Brittany continues grinding against Santana, her lithe, toned body moving in perfect time with the music, leaving Santana gawking. "You're so hot," Santana breathes out, eyeing Brittany's body up and down, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Yeah?" Brittany taunts, leaning in close again. This time, she slides her hand along Santana's thigh and softly cups her bulge.
Santana chokes on her own breath and jerks forward into the crook of Brittany's neck and bites down. It's going to happen. She can feel every part of her body tingling. She moans out loud, her body starting to quiver as the pleasure moves further up into her core.
"You have no idea how badly I want to suck your cock," Brittany husks in a lust-filled voice as she starts to rub Santana's throbbing package.
"Oh, oh God. Shit. Britt…stop," Santana chokes out, but it's too late. Her pants fill with a creamy liquid as she groans out in pleasure, securing her hands around Brittany's back, scraping her nails down her body as she comes while riding wave after wave of ecstasy. She holds on for dear life, her hips bucking with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm until finally, her breathing evens out once again, and she comes back to earth from her high.
Brittany's mouth is hanging open in shock. She leans back to look Santana in the eye, seeing that the brown orbs are glazed over in a post-orgasmic daze. "Did you just come?" she asks curiously, looking down between Santana's legs.
The Latina blushes and looks away, too embarrassed to reply. Instead of waiting for an answer, Brittany falls to her knees and hastily unbuttons Santana's jeans. She hungrily slides her hand under the soaked fabric, moaning when she feels the amount of cum that filled her pants.
Santana doesn't have the energy to protest, nor does she want to once Brittany's hands are pulling her length out into fresh air, no longer bound by the restraints of her tight jeans. She's already hard again, her cock standing eight inches tall.
Brittany whimpers and leans forward, instantly devouring the entire length with her expert mouth, pressing her tongue against her dick as she starts a frantic rhythm. Santana's eyes almost pop from her head, and she starts making noises she didn't even know she could make, bucking her hips up wildly as Brittany works her entire shaft.
"Shit, you are so fucking good at that," she gasps, throwing her head back in abandon.
This spurs Brittany on, who is starting to make delicious choking noises as Santana's cock head presses against the back of her throat. Loving the sound of Brittany working so hard to please her, Santana grips a fistful of her blonde hair and starts pushing her head down with force.
Brittany gets off on being dominated by Santana, whimpering throatily each time her cock hits the back of her throat. She knows how turned on Santana must be to have suddenly become so controlling.
"Stop," Santana breathes, tilting Brittany's head back with a painful yet pleasurable tug at her hair. "Take off your shorts. Now," she demands in a rushed breath.
Brittany complies, standing up and pulling down her shorts and panties to expose her glistening mound. Santana instantly feels her cock grow even more at the sight of her dripping pussy.
"Sit on me. I want to watch your pussy take my cock," she growls with a demanding look in her piercing glare.
Brittany doesn't think she's ever been so turned on. It takes her less than a second to straddle Santana, rubbing her wet slit against the head of Santana's dick.
"Fuck, you're so wet. Is this how much you want me inside you?" Santana teases, pressing the head against Brittany's entrance, but not moving it further.
Brittany moans, bucking her hips desperately as she nods vigorously. Santana smirks at her untamed need, then thrusts her hips forward, stretching Brittany open and pushing past the elastic resistance until she is about an inch deep inside of her. Brittany lets out a high-pitched moan and falls forward, gripping the back of the chair. Thanking her inwardly for the position, Santana raises her head to suck on one of Brittany's perky breasts while thrusting deeper, until she's halfway filled.
"I love how tight you are. I can feel your pussy clenching around my dick. God, you feel amazing," Santana husks, sliding further until she completely fills Brittany.
"Shit!" Brittany gasps in both surprise and pleasure. She'll never get used to how big Santana is — not that she wants to. It feels too good.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you tease. You're going to scream my name, and tomorrow, you won't be able to walk. Got it?"
Brittany whimpers, muffling out a choked "yes" while nodding her head eagerly. She starts lifting up and down, wanting to ride Santana, desperate to feel more of her. "Fuck, Santana, fuck. Your cock is so big. I'm so full," she moans, throwing her head back as they begin to rock together more quickly.
Santana cants her hips upward, meeting each of Brittany's thrusts with one of her own, repeatedly hitting the spot she knows will drive Brittany over the edge. It seems she's right, because the blonde screams out in pleasure, making Santana thank God that there's no one home.
"Does that feel good, baby? Do you want me to fuck you harder?" Santana asks, thrusting as hard as she possibly can.
Brittany is gasping for breath, letting out ear-piercing noises of pleasure each time she slams down against Santana's cock. The slapping sounds of her wetness echo through the room. She knows she won't last much longer. "Yes, please. Please fuck me harder. Fuck! I'm gonna come," Brittany gasps, silencing for just a second to signal her orgasm.
"Fuck, Britt, come all over my cock. You're gonna make me blow my load, baby, I need to pull out," Santana pants. She starts to pull out, but is stopped by a convulsing and shaking Brittany who shakes her head and pleads silently for her not to. "Shit," Santana gasps, feeling Brittany's pussy clench violently around her cock.
"Come inside me," Brittany whispers in the sexiest voice Santana has ever heard.
"But—"
"Come on, Santana. Let it go. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."
Santana gasps, both in pleasure and at Brittany's dirty words. Something inside of her explodes, and almost immediately, she feels herself spurt at least nine times inside of Brittany while whimpering loudly.
Brittany cries out at the sensation, not expecting it to feel so good, and finds herself toppling into a second, unexpected orgasm. She chokes out a whine and lurches forward, her whole body shaking violently as Santana's cum starts dripping out of her pussy, coating her cock along with Brittany's wetness.
"Baby, I just had the biggest orgasm," Brittany says between an exhausted chuckle and throaty moan.
Santana bites her lip and pulls out of Brittany with a slick noise, watching as her cum leaks out from her pussy. She's never seen such an array of creamy wetness in her life. It's the hottest thing she's ever seen, knowing both she and Brittany were that turned on.
"I came so many times. It just wouldn't stop. I guess that's just how ridiculously horny you make me," Santana states. She brings Brittany's chin up to her face and kisses her passionately, sucking on her tongue, until they end up just making out for minutes on end. "I love you," Santana whispers between slow, intimate kisses.
Brittany smiles into the kiss, then wraps her girlfriend in a tight embrace as she sits straddled between her hips. "I love you too."
A few hours later…
"You know what I also love?" Brittany questions with a hint of suggestiveness in her tone.
Santana perks up, leaning back to look at the devilish glint in Brittany's sparkling, usually innocent blue eyes. "What?" she asks, trying to sound nonchalant, but knowing it came out more desperately than intended.
Brittany smirks, running her finger in the valley between Santana's breasts, then brushing along her inner thigh and leaning in to whisper, "Your huge cock when it stretches my pussy, and you're fucking me so hard I can't see straight." She nibbles down on Santana's earlobe.
"Fuck…" Santana breathes, immediately feeling herself get hard again. "Then I guess it's time for round two." She arches an eyebrow meaningfully.
"Please, babe. I love your dick," Brittany pleads, grinding forward in an offer Santana simply can't refuse.
With an unexpected burst of strength, she stands up with Brittany's legs securely wrapped around her hips and walks over to her bed, dropping her onto her back and crawling on top. Brittany looks up, sucking in her bottom lip in anticipation.
"This time, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow it all," Brittany husks, running her hand down to grope Santana's cock inside her jeans.
"Nope," Santana protests, aggressively grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head. "Since you like to tease so much, you're going to get what you deserve. I'm going to tease you until you're begging for me to fuck you. Then, when you're about to cum, I'm gonna pull out and make you beg some more. How does that sound?" She smirks, cocking her head.
Brittany's entire body ignites with a scorching heat at Santana's dominance. All she can muster is a strangled whimper, wriggling her hips in anticipation.
"I said, how does that sound?"
Brittany bites back a noise and rolls her hips in exaggerated need. "Please, baby. Oh god, I want you so bad. I'll do whatever you want," she rambles hurriedly, too excited to contain herself.
Santana's lips curve up into a satisfied smirk. Sure, they've been a bit rough before, but never like this. The Latina finds herself liking the power, but first, she wants to know just how willing Brittany is. "Good girl. Now, I want you to do what I say, and if you don't, that's a minute off letting you come."
"Anything," Brittany agrees impatiently.
"Take your clothes off, slowly," Santana directs, sitting back at the base of the bed to watch.
Brittany does as she's told, slowly removing her top and then her bra, dropping them to the side, all the while keeping eye contact with a lustful Santana. She then pulls down her shorts and kicks them past her feet, leaving her in only her thong. She smirks at Santana as she thumbs her panties and starts sliding them down at a torturously slow pace.
Santana strips herself of her own clothes, so that they're both completely naked, and her huge member is balancing in the air, rock hard and pulsating. Brittany's eyes shoot directly down towards the shaft, salivating at the sight of it.
"Lie down and spread your legs," Santana husks, staying at the edge of the bed on her knees.
Brittany does so, and Santana moans in response, thanking the Gods for her dancer girlfriend's flexibility. Her palms come to rest against Brittany's hips, thumbs brushing over her hip bones. Brittany has the nicest fucking hip bones, and Santana's always had a thing. Then, her eyes land straight between Brittany's legs, staring down at a slightly reddened, swollen pussy. The sight makes her cock twitch, knowing she'd caused that.
"Touch yourself," Santana says, her voice lower than it was before, dripping with desire.
Brittany falters for just a second before sliding her hand down to run a finger along her drenched slit. Her back arches off the bed at the touch, and arousal shoots straight to her pussy when she looks up to meet Santana's eyes, almost black with lust. Something feels so sexy about touching herself, knowing the effect it's having on her girlfriend.
"Now, slide one finger in. Slowly," Santana continues, eyes unwavering.
Brittany does as she's told, sliding her middle finger into slick heat. It isn't enough; she needs more. She wishes it were Santana's fingers. With that in mind, she starts to slowly slide her long finger in and out, all the while keeping eye contact with Santana.
"Good," Santana encourages. "Add another, and go faster."
Brittany willingly complies, wanting — no, needing — to feel more. She slides another finger in and starts pumping faster. Her breath catches and picks up so that after a few seconds, she's panting. She's already so wet and ready.
Santana bites her lip at the sight of her girlfriend fucking herself. Something about it is just so unbelievably sexy. Unable to control her desire, she wraps her left hand around her rock hard shaft and begins to jerk herself off.
Brittany's eyes widen at the sudden action, spurring on her own efforts. She doubles her pace and moves a hand up to grab her boob, pinching at her hardened pink nipple. Santana groans loudly at the movement and starts pumping faster, her hand stroking back and forth quickly.
"Another," she gasps, and as if Brittany was expecting it, her third finger is inside before Santana can even finish the word.
"Oh God," Brittany whimpers, feeling her pussy clench around her three fingers. She's so full and struggling against the tightness, but it feels so good.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head. She's about to come, and just watching Santana almost pushes her over the edge.
"Baby…I'm so close," Brittany whines, completely forgetting about the whole issue of her status in this whole predicament.
"Don't you dare come," Santana growls, continuing her fast strokes.
Brittany whimpers. "But you look so hot when you're jerking off."
"Take your fingers out. Now," Santana demands, her voice raising intimidatingly.
Brittany frowns in frustration and slows her pace. It takes all her willpower to slide her fingers out. They're soaked with her juices.
"Taste yourself," Santana commands.
Bringing her fingers up to her lips and taking a long, teasing lick up each finger, Brittany maintains eye contact with Santana, who has resumed stroking her cock. Brittany feels another jolt of arousal shoot through her and slides her fingers into her mouth, sucking until her fingers are clean.
"Next time, I don't want the attitude. That's your first and only warning," Santana scolds. "Now, get over here and suck me off. If you slack off, I won't lick your pussy." She beckons Brittany towards her.
Brittany almost frowns again, but stops herself as Santana's comment about her attitude sinks in. She licks the tip of Santana's cock and lightly kisses the head, swirling her tongue around.
"I said," Santana begins, aggressively pushing Brittany's head down until she's forced to swallow the whole length. "Suck. My. Cock."
Brittany whimpers, choking on Santana's cock sliding down her throat.
"Take it," Santana demands, noticing her struggle.
Continuing to fist Brittany's hair, Santana forces her head up and down at a rapid pace, making sure that her mouth takes the whole length each time. It feels so fucking good, and the rush of power and control is only making her hornier.
Brittany grips Santana's hips to pull her in harder. Santana groans and starts rocking forward, fucking her mouth with eager thrusts.
"Fuck, baby, stop. I'm gonna come," she gasps, feeling her cock twitch before she pulls out just in time. "That was good, Britt. So fucking good," she compliments breathlessly.
Brittany smiles in accomplishment, feeling more elated than usual for pleasing her lover.
"I think you've earned a reward," Santana says with a mischievous smirk. "Get on all fours."
Brittany gulps, then complies and moves into position with her ass in the air.
"Do you want my cock, baby?" Santana taunts, rubbing her painfully hard dick.
Brittany cranes her neck to look back at the sexy sight. She bites her lip. She is more than ready; her pussy is so wet that she knows if she doesn't have it filled soon, she'll go insane. "Yes," she gasps out, arching her back to lift her ass higher in desperation. "I need you, San. I want you to fuck me so hard."
Santana arches an eyebrow and moves an inch closer, lining up the head with Brittany's dripping entrance. The glistening of her juices on her inner thighs is getting Santana embarrassingly close to blowing her load again.
"Fuck, you're loving this, aren't you? You love being my slut," Santana hisses, pressing the head along Brittany's drenched slit, causing them both to gasp.
"Oh God, I love being your slut. Please, just please fuck me," Brittany whines. She's way too turned on to care that she's begging. It's like Santana has ignited a side of her that she didn't know existed.
"Fuck B, you're so hot when you're begging for it. Tell me how bad you want me inside your pussy," Santana husks, teasing the head of her dick at Brittany's dripping, swollen entrance. She bites her lip, to stop from giving in.
Brittany whimpers and presses out her ass, forcing the tip of Santana's cock to slip inside of her. They both gasp at the sensation, and Brittany fists the sheets, her knuckles turning white. "San," she pleads breathlessly. "I need your cock." Her voice is whiny and pathetically desperate. Santana loves it more than she ever imagined. She groans, forgetting about her teasing as she digs her nails into Brittany's ass and forces her whole length into Brittany's tight, slippery entrance.
"Fuck!" Santana hisses, her cock throbbing at the warmth completely surrounding it. Brittany winces in pain, but finds the tight fit turns her on so much that the pain quickly turns into pleasure.
"You're so big, baby. Does my pussy feel good?" she bites out, feeling her own arousal gushing down her thighs. She's never been this wet, this turned on. Everything is throbbing, her body humming in pleasure as Santana begins a rhythm.
"So. Fucking. Good," Santana groans with each thrust, eliciting a loud moan each time.
"Harder," Brittany gasps, shutting her eyes tightly, overwhelmed by the building orgasm coiling in her lower abdomen.
Santana obeys, thrusting deeper and harder, causing Brittany to yell out in ecstasy. "You like that? Huh?" she taunts, a wet slap echoing each time she sheathes herself inside of Brittany. Their warm, sweaty skin slides and sticks together with each relentless buck of her hips.
"Y-yes!" Brittany manages to get out. Her entire face is flushed, and her legs are trembling with her impending release. "Oh God, keep going!" she groans lowly, talking from complete lust. Her words start to become incoherent, and Santana begins panting with the exertion of her fast, hard movements, but she doesn't dare slow down. She knows she's going to come as she watches her cock, covered in Brittany's juices, thrusting in and out of her clenching pussy.
"You look so fucking hot, taking my cock like this. I'm gonna make you come so hard, baby," Santana rasps, pumping herself in and out with increasing force, knowing that Brittany is seconds away.
"Oh-oh-ohh," Brittany moans with each thrust. "Oh my God!" she screams as her pussy starts convulsing. "Fuck! San-tan-aahh!" she whimpers helplessly in release, her entire body shattering as a powerful orgasm wracks her into oblivion.
Santana continues to pump into her, accidentally cumming inside of her again at the image of Brittany jolting and screaming out in pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck, baby, I'm coming!" she moans loudly, shooting out endless spurts of cum inside of her girlfriend as Brittany continues to shake and writhe in a seemingly never-ending orgasm, making the sexiest, most animalistic noises Santana has ever heard.
When Santana finally comes down, her cock turning semi-soft, still inside of Brittany, she opens her eyes to see that the blonde is still writhing around, eliciting the hottest little noises of pleasure. Santana's eyes widen in disbelief, and just like that, she's hard again. "Are you still getting off?" she asks in awe.
Brittany whimpers, her head nodding frantically.
"Fucking hell, Britt," Santana husks, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the blonde starts grinding back, fucking her cock once again. "B!" she exclaims. She isn't sure she can take anymore. She's pretty sure she's fucked dry, but according to Brittany, apparently not.
"Keep…going," Brittany begs, her hips moving of their own accord. "Ohhhh fuck, San. You feel so…so fucking good in my pussy." She cries out, not sure whether she is still coming or if she is plunging into another orgasm. Whichever it is, it feels fucking amazing, and Santana can't hold back any longer.
"Turn around!" she demands unnecessarily, tugging Brittany up and forcefully flipping her so that they're facing each other. She pulls her up by her shoulders, latching her nails into her smooth, creamy back. "Ride me," Santana gasps, laying back and watching in sheer amazement as Brittany willingly takes heed, grinding herself desperately in figure eights.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good!" Brittany moans, then yelps when the tip of Santana's cock hits her g-spot. "Fuck! Right there!" she screams, riding up and down, slapping her wetness onto Santana's pelvis, coating her skin with a slick layer of her arousal.
Everything is so warm and wet. Santana can't take it anymore. She explodes inside of Brittany for a third time, and as she does so, she feels Brittany's pussy tighten in another orgasm. They come together, shaking, panting, and groaning against each other, their skin flush, rubbing together.
"Fuuuuck," Santana breathes out in relief, slumping beside a limp Brittany on the bed. They both stay silent for a while, the only noises in the room their ragged breathing.
"I don't think I can move," Brittany half-jokes.
Santana laughs exhaustedly, then rolls over and props her head up on one hand, facing a flushed, naked Brittany.
The blonde smiles shyly, not looking away.
"So…round four, or five, or whatever we're up to?" Santana jokes, and they both burst out into laughter. Once they've calmed down, Santana says with a straight face, "No, but seriously."
Brittany's eyes widen.
Santana stares for a moment longer, then cracks a smile. "Gotcha," she teases, poking Brittany in the ribs.
"Maybe in a few hours, if the feeling ever comes back to my pussy." Brittany laughs, and Santana strangles out a forced chuckle, growing hard again at Brittany's words and the filthy images in her head.
"I'm sure I can help with that. How about you sit on my face?" she asks, completely serious.
Brittany raises her eyebrows, considering it. She's undeniably turned on, but also absolutely exhausted. "Your cum's still all inside of me," she replies, as if that's an excuse. Really, she just wants to see how Santana will react.
"I guess I should clean that up then, huh?" Santana husks, looking coyly into darkening blue eyes.
"Ugh, I swear you're going to kill me," Brittany groans, causing Santana to smirk as she pulls two toned thighs over either side of her head, taking in the musky scent.
"Nah. Maybe make you pass out a few times, and possibly never walk again though," Santana says, biting her lip.
Brittany forces a giggle, then bucks her hips. "Well, go on then," she orders, trying not to sound desperate, although knowing she does.
Santana merely smirks and licks her lips. "Mmm, as you wish, baby."