Girl's Night Out cont.

[acontrollist]

[Rachel's way too drunk to care that the cabby can probably see her flatten her back against the inside of the door of the cab and pull Noah in for a long kiss. And he probably hears the zipper of her jeans when she reaches between her and Noah to undo them. She was promised fingers and they're way too tight for him to get anywhere near the crux of her thighs if they're done up.]

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[but_idontlie]

[He whines, sinking his teeth into the curve of muscle and skin between her neck and shoulder, and worrying at the skin with his teeth until a dark crescent bruise begins to rise there. His fingers slide between her thighs, stroking where his cock pushes in and out of her body, feeling her slickness dripping down his own length. He even strokes wet fingertips over her puckered opening, giving a hard thrust of his hips at the same time just to see what she'll do.] You wanna call her up, sometime? Invite her over? Tell her you wanna get her naked and watch while I fuck her, touch yourself while I do it? I wanna watch her fuck you, baby. You think that would be so fucking hot, baby? [He breathes in her ear.] If she was here right now? Right in front of you, going down on you when I was fucking you? You'd come so fucking fast. She'd love your tits, baby. She'd make you come. I wanna watch her make you come. I can fuck you and she can suck them.

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

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.]

[but_idontlie]

[He groans, loud and low, rolling his hips vigorously against hers. She scratches his thighs and he barely feels it, his eyes squeezed shut as he listens to her words.] Fuck, yes. [He hisses out, twisting his hips as she moves against him.] Wanna give you what you want - give you everything, give you her - fuck, Rach, baby, Rachel - [She howls, the sound resounding in his ear, just as he'd promised. He catches a few words in there - his name, and fuck, and yes, and Santana, and more words he can't understand accompanied by moans and screams, her body tightening and pulsing around him. He can barely move; her body squeezes her so tightly from base to tip, fluttering around him. Her orgasm pulls his abruptly from his body, and he spills into her with a high-pitched gasp as his palm presses her abdomen back against his hips.]

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

[She's limp. Her brain is sending out all of the right electrical impulses but between the alcohol and her orgasm, they're not making it to the right places. All she gets is a few quivers in her thigh muscles, hands clenching and unclenching on the hard muscles of his thighs as she whimpers, tucking herself back against him, nuzzling the side of her nose against his shoulder. One hand manages to find the one he presses to her stomach, winding their fingers messily together and squeezing tight as he swells and spills inside of her, hot and deep and she whimpers his name.] God, I love you. Love you so much, so good to me... [She leans back as best she can to kiss him, exhaustion starting to blanket her.] 'M...wore me out, baby...

[but_idontlie]

[When he can breathe - before he even opens his eyes, because that's not happening anytime soon - he maneuvers them carefully to lie on their sides in the bed, doing his best to remain inside her. He loves falling asleep with even an inch of himself still inside her, pressed between her thighs. He can't explain why, but fuck, it feels good. Their fingers weave together over her abdomen and he nuzzles against the back of her neck, into her hair, and softly whispers to her as they lie together.] I love you. And m'gonna ask you to marry me just to be legal and shit. And we're gonna call Satan and get her to come up here.