Tattoo

Puck/ Lauren

WARNING: THERE IS A SMALL SEX PART IN HERE. IT FITS IN WITH THE STORY I THINK.

Lauren ran her hand over Puck's flank, ignoring his hard and leaking cock. "How many women have seen this?" she asked idly, her fingertip tracing over the hollow of his hip.

How many cared to look, Puck wanted to reply, but he stayed quiet, letting her fingertips explore his body. They'd been at this for a while and he was one giant ball of sensation, his nerve endings on fire, sparking wherever she petted or stroked.

"You gotta admit, Puck. This is a place where a girl gets ink, not a guy." Lauren couldn't help but smirk at him.

"Are you calling me girly?" Puck asked, arching a brow. He tried to look stern and serious, but there was no way he could pull that off when she was petting and stroking and making him limp most everywhere. Except the part of him that was aching, leaking, dripping.

"No, silly. You are completely all one-hundred percent grade-A All American beefcake. And I should know. I practically have a doctorate in all things Puckerman. Duh (smiling)."

"Yeah, you do," Puck agreed. But she was so fascinated by one little bit of ink, a tattoo he'd gotten after going Rachel's party and the night she finally let him kiss her.. He had some alcohol in him and that'd helped dull sensation and common sense in his brain. At the end of the night, he comes away with three tattoos. One was a guitar, a music note and the other was a heart with her name in it.

Her hand surrounded his cock and she finally lowered herself onto him, her hot walls gripping and rippling around him. His hand found her distended clit and he stroked it in circles as she raised and lowered herself on him. One hand was planted in the center of his chest and the other was resting on his hip, right over his tattoo with her name in it.

Puck reared up, capturing a nipple in his mouth and flicking it back and forth. He loved those breathless moans Lauren made when she was riding him, the way her body rocked over his and clenched around him.

He was so lost in sensation that he barely recognized that she was stroking his hip faster and faster as she neared the edge. They'd been on the brink for hours now, licking, sucking, and teasing. They were primed to let go and he was so damned ready.

His hands curved around her hips and Puck began driving her up and down harder, faster. He wanted to drag her climax out of her. She was gorgeous when she came apart on his dick like this.

"Baby…Lauren, come on…" he chanted.

"More, Puck!" Her eyes were wide, her mouth slack. Every muscle in her body was straining for it. He was on the edge himself, barely holding back, and waiting for her to come along with him.

"Get it all, baby girl," he replied.

"Tell me…tell me." Her fingernails dug into his hip, the slight pain almost dragging him over before her.

"Yours," he gasped out. "Property of you, Lauren and only you!"

She clenched down on him, coming with a scream that shook him to the core. Puck poured himself into her, his hand fisting in her hair as he pulled her down for a hard kiss.

"Yours baby, property of you," he repeated into her mouth between the gasps and groans they were both making. He knew that he made the right choice by getting the heart with her name in it. He was showing his love for her and what he wanted them to be. He would never regret his choice he made that night.