Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

She offered. [Surprise, Puck!] She wants to, she said...she said she thinks I'm hot...I bet she'd do it. [Her shoulder is going to kill in the morning but she can't bring herself to care, dropping her hands to brace on his thighs now. Her short nails leave welts there, head thrown back against his shoulder as she writhes, desperate on his cock now.] I want both of you to fuck me, I want-...I want both, I wanna come, I want her to make me come and then you and then-...fuck, Noah, fuck- [That screaming you promised, Puckerman? Yeah. There it is. She throws her head back, a garbled mess of words and moans (and does that sound like Santana to you?) spilling forth as she comes.]