Prompt from the GKM. Takes place during season 2.
Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.
Shoving her uniform into her duffle bag Quinn angrily pulled on her change of clothes, sighing in frustration as the denim of her jeans resisted sliding over her still dampened skin from her after practice shower. Today had been particularly grueling, Coach Sylvester, despite allowing her back on the team, seemed to have made it her personal mission to make sure Quinn never forgot how badly she had let them down the year before, hurling insults at her with every breath she took, forcing her to re-do every single jump, stunt, tumble, and cheer regardless of whether or not she had screwed up.
The steaming hot shower had helped to ease her aching muscles but had in no way ebbed her aggravation. A year ago she would have taken it out on one of the younger Cheerio's berating them into tears, pulling rank and voicing her frustrations, but not now. Now she was at the bottom, desperately trying to claw her way back to the top.
Cinching up her zipper she allowed herself a brief moment of happiness recognizing that her old jeans fit her in exactly the same way they had before, if not better. She had spent the entire summer trying to work herself back into shape and after a day like today she needed to be thankful for small victories. Tossing her bag over her shoulder she stepped out into the deserted McKinley High hallway, pulling her wet hair back into a tight bun to keep it from soaking through her tank top. She always loved walking through school when it was like this; empty, devoid of her irritating classmates who had taken to looking at her with either curiosity or pity, neither of which was welcomed. She had managed to retain some of the cred from her past life, no one had the balls to actually come up and say anything to her, but the looks were enough to keep her constantly reminded she had dropped a few rungs on the social ladder. As if she actually needed reminding.
Strolling past the darkened classrooms her brief moment of serene silence was interrupted by a crashing sound behind her. Stopping, she looked back over her shoulder to see if she could place the noise. There was no one there, the halls were still empty, no lights could be seen coming from any rooms, no signs of life anywhere, but just as she was about to turn and continue on she heard it again. Not so much of a crash this time, but more of a dull thud, once, twice, three times, right in a row, each sound coming from the janitor supply closet.
Her mind reeled for a brief moment, trying to consider the cause. It was common knowledge that the janitors had been scaled back considerably, one coming in only on weekday mornings before classes began and leaving at noon, so the option of it being him was quickly ruled out, as had any of her other ideas, teachers had left, students had long gone home, and sports practices had ended over an hour ago. Walking over to the door she pressed her ear against it, straining to hear any more activity. There was nothing. Placing her palm on the handle she hesitated for a moment, suddenly a bit nervous for what might lay behind the thick wood, deciding perhaps it might be better to check before barging in, maybe some teachers were involved in an illicit affair, or some Neanderthal jock had placed a wild animal in there to fuck with the janitor.
"Is anyone there?" She spoke, then waited for a response.
Almost immediately she heard a noise, it wasn't words, more or less a loud whine that permeated the oak, but it was definitely human. Turning the handle she slowly pushed the door open and peeked her eyes around its edge, shocked at what she saw.
Flicking on the light she stared wide-eyed at what was before her, Rachel Berry was pressed back against metal shelving rack, her mouth duct taped closed, her hands seemingly stuck behind her back. The room was a disaster, paint cans, spray bottles, sponges and rags strewn about the floor. Judging by the disheveled state of Rachel's hair she could only assume she had been in here for quite awhile and in the process thrown herself amongst the room trying to either escape or catch someone's attention. She had officially succeeded in doing at least one of the two.
"What do we have here?" Quinn chuckled as she glanced around the room.
Rachel mumbled something unintelligible and for a second Quinn considered removing the tape from her mouth but then thought better of it. The moment that tape was gone she was certain she would be getting an earful.
Quinn knew she shouldn't be enjoying the distressed look in her eyes, but she was. Rachel Berry was the perpetual thorn in her side, especially now that she was dating Finn, walking around like they were some power couple, when in reality she knew what a shitty boyfriend he was. Yet she never let it show. She didn't cheat on him, didn't get pregnant, she just went around acting like her life was perfect, like she was perfect, like she didn't need anyone or anything now that she had him. Yet here she stood, so incredibly helpless and Quinn couldn't help but smile. Rachel made another noise and stomped her foot to grab Quinn's attention, urging her to free her.
"Where is your boyfriend?" Quinn arched her brow. "Shouldn't he be helping you out of a situation like this?"
Rachel just rolled her eyes then motioned her head towards a key dangling from the storage racks, then turned to show Quinn the handcuffs around her wrists, hoping she would unlock them. Quinn stepped forward into the room, allowing the door to shut but made no move towards the key. Instead she circled Rachel looking her up and down, laughing as she did so.
"No doubt it was one of his idiot teammates who did this. This is a good look for you." She ran the tip of her index finger across the duct tape, "You should consider it more often."
Rachel huffed and moved back to lean against one of the racks, recognizing that she had to allow Quinn her moment of power before she had any hope of being let go. Her eyes followed her as she paced slowly back and forth, eying the destruction, if the tape were removed from her mouth she would have told Quinn she should consider wearing that look more often. Tight jeans and a white tank top managed to enhance her curves in a way the Cheerio's uniform never could. She admonished herself internally for thinking that way but it couldn't be helped, you had to be either dead or blind to not appreciate the vision that was Quinn, especially at this moment.
Her jeans might as well have been painted on for how much they concealed, the denim shaping and shifting to the contours of her body with ever step she took. Some droplets of water were trailing down the skin of her neck before being absorbed into the cotton of tank top leaving it transparent in some places. For a brief moment Rachel was transfixed on her shoulder blades, she had an irrational urge to trace the lines of her muscles with her fingers. But then when Quinn lifted her arm to place something back on the shelf and a sliver of the skin of her stomach was exposed she decided she would rather have her fingers elsewhere. She squirmed in recognition of what she just admitted and was grateful, not for the first time, that Quinn couldn't read her thoughts.
Quinn stopped pacing and stood before Rachel, crossing her arms over her chest in contemplation. She knew she had to let her go, eventually. Even she wasn't cruel enough to leave her locked in a closet over night, it would make her no better then the morons who put her here.
She took a brief second to glance over her clothes, hideous as always, though maybe slightly better then last year. She was wearing a button down dress, white with black polka dots and short sleeves stopping just above mid-thigh. The dress itself wouldn't have been too terrible if it weren't for the black and white dotted baby doll socks. As her eyes traveled downwards to look at them she noted how long her legs were, seemingly defying the laws of physics for how short she was. The worst part was Rachel knew this, that much was obvious, always traipsing around school with them on display. Suddenly her mind went to Finn, acknowledging that he had claimed ownership over said legs and, knowing him, probably didn't even know what to do with them. Not having that deadweight hanging off of her was one of the few good things to come out of last year, she couldn't understand what Rachel wanted with him anyway.
During her long period of self-evaluation over the course of the summer, and with some minor help from Brittany and Santana, she had realized quite a few things about herself. One of which was there was nothing men could do for her in any capacity that couldn't be achieved through alternate methods. She wondered idly if Rachel's choice in boyfriends, which at the rate it was going was equally as dismal as hers had been, stemmed from lack of judgment or lack of options. She knew Finn couldn't be satisfying her — her the person who announced to a crowded room that girls' wanted sex just as much as boys, Finn could barely handle making out let alone anything more.
Her eyes still remained fixated on the smooth skin of her legs as all of these thoughts ran through her mind, and suddenly she was angry again. Finn had managed to come out unscathed after all the events of last year. In fact, he had gotten a new girlfriend out of it. A girlfriend that stood in front of her now, a girlfriend that he had cheated on her with, a girl who at this moment was handcuffed and gagged for lack of a better word, and at her complete and total mercy. Despite the fact that she had absolutely zero feelings for him, she suddenly felt a stirring in her stomach with the thought of taking something that he thought belonged to him, of gaining back just a bit of the power she had lost. She didn't think it would be too difficult, she had seen Rachel looking at her on more than one occasion. What sweet vindication it would be to have the girl who spent her entire sophomore year trying to steal her boyfriend cheat on him with her the first chance she got. Licking her lips she formulated a plan in her head and finally dragged her eyes back upwards.
"So how are things going with you and Finn?" she questioned, stepping forward and thumbing the sleeve of her dress, feeling the material between her fingers.
Rachel sucked in a breath at the proximity of the cheerleader; her senses suddenly on high alert. She had watched Quinn look her over moments ago and despite wishing she hadn't, felt those familiar stirrings of arousal in the pit of her stomach. She had tried to push them aside, reasoning that anyone would feel that way when those hazel eyes raked over their body. It didn't help matters that she had just done the same to her seconds ago and her mind was already swimming with images of her. Quinn's moved her gaze up to hers as if looking for a response despite the fact they she couldn't give one, so instead she just shrugged. She was almost grateful that her mouth was taped because she wasn't sure how she would respond. The idea of having Finn definitely did not live up to the reality.
Quinn's fingertips moved from the dress to trace along the chain of Rachel's necklace before settling on the small 'F' that rested between her collarbone, noting the hitch in Rachel's breath as she did so.
"Is he meeting your expectations?" she asked softly as she lifted the small gold letter watching it catch the light. Rachel didn't answer so Quinn continued. "I'm only asking because I can remember being severely disappointed in his…" she paused and ran her finger along the length of her clavicle, "abilities."
Rachel's whole body tensed at the action, feeling a jolt of awareness shoot down her spine. She knew exactly what she was referring to. Finn's capacity to do anything other then run from the room yelling mailman was beginning to get tiring, though she wasn't going to admit as much. She was certain at this moment Quinn was just playing her, trying to get her to say something she could hold against her in the future, so again she gave no response.
The lack of an answer however still didn't deter Quinn, she could already tell what she was doing was having an effect so she moved closer still, placing one of her hands on the rack behind her head, dragging her eyes upward from the rise and fall of Rachel's chest to look into her eyes. "You don't have to be embarrassed." she whispered, brushing her wispy brown bangs to the side. "It's common knowledge he has no idea what he's doing in that department."
Rachel pushed herself further back into the metal shelving trying to secure some distance. Despite her mind screaming at her to ignore Quinn's actions her body was reacting on its own, the hammering in her chest and growing dampness in her panties told her as much. She knew whatever Quinn was doing had an ulterior motive so she tried to feign disinterest. This was after all a girl who hated her, who made her life hell every chance she got. There was absolutely zero possibility she was interested in anything other then messing with her head.
"Have you ever had an orgasm Rachel?" Quinn asked nonchalantly, inching forward again to erase the space Rachel had created. "Actually, let me rephrase that." She dropped a hand to her waist, "Has he ever given you an orgasm? Because let's be serious, anyone who dates Finn Hudson becomes a master in the art of masturbation."
Rachel's eyes grew wide at the question and the suggestion. Without warning the image of Quinn touching herself thrust itself to the forefront of her mind and she had to swallow the moan that threatened to spill from her throat. This whole situation was incredibly unfair, she wanted to kill Karofsky even more than she did before for putting her in here, and she wanted to kill Finn for not finding her when he left practice, and she wanted to kill herself for being so easily affected by Quinn fucking Fabray. It didn't help matters that what she just said was true, he hadn't ever given her an orgasm, despite numerous attempts, and she was quite sure that at this point she knew every detail of her own body.
"I expect an answer this time." Quinn said sternly as she moved her hand to trace lazy patterns along her back.
Rachel exhaled shakily and shook her head no, suppressing the shiver that threatened to shake her small frame at the feel of Quinn's hand.
"I didn't think so." Quinn chuckled at the admission. "I bet he has no idea how to touch you." She lowered her hand slightly until she felt the soft curve of Rachel's ass and then continued her slow movements, feeling the small tremble run through her body. "I see you looking at me sometimes, you know?" She moved closer so her lips could brush along the skin of her ear, "Tell me Rachel, those nights when you're touching yourself after he's gone…are you ever thinking about me?"
A soft noise fell from Rachel's throat at the question as she struggled to remain in control. Quinn's hot breath had spilled across her neck causing goosebumps to break out across her body. Still, she could not answer that. It would be giving Quinn far too much ammunition, she had already given her enough as it was. Admitting that she had masturbated to thoughts of her would be the equivalent of signing her own death certificate. She jerked her hands trying to break free from her cuffs once more, desperately wanting to flee the room. Quinn's body was pressed up against her and she could feel her everywhere, the soft curve of her breasts, the jut out of her hip bones. She was close enough now that she could smell her freshly washed hair and body wash. She knew the skin of her face was flushed and she was certain if she looked down she would find her nipples straining through the material of her dress.
Quinn shifted her hand off Rachel's back to grip the handcuffs, stilling her efforts of trying to escape. "Don't be shy." She breathed, brushing her lips along the length of her neck, the moment that soft noise had left Rachel she knew she had won. "I think it's hot."
Bringing her hand down from the rack she ran it down Rachel's side, over her rib cage to her waist then back up again, allowing her thumb to extend just enough to come into contact with the swell of her chest. "Do you think about me kissing you?" she asked. "About my lips and tongue being on your skin? Or maybe it's my hands you want? Do you wonder what fingers would feel like?"
Each question was husked directly into Rachel's ear and she knew she was hanging on to her sanity by a thread. She closed her eyes to try and ignore what was happening. Quinn Fabray was touching her, and talking to her, not just talking, saying words like lips and tongue and skin, and she was certain she had never been more turned on in her entire life, though it was her next sentence that was her total undoing.
"I'm wet just imagining how it would feel to be inside you." Rachel groaned and Quinn smiled into the skin of her neck. "How about you, Rachel? Are you wet?" Nudging her thigh forward she parted the smaller girl's legs until her thigh came into contact with her center, causing Rachel's hips to instinctively rock forward. She nipped at the skin of her shoulder fighting back a moan of her own at the warmth seeping through the denim of her jeans. She slid her hand through thick brown hair and pulled Rachel's head back so she could look at her. "I guess so."
Rachel's eyes remained closed as she struggled to not push her hips forward again; the urge to shamelessly hump Quinn's leg to orgasm was overwhelming. A slow throb pulsed between her thighs and tugged in her stomach making resisting almost impossible.
Quinn brought her mouth to the hollow of Rachel's neck, running her tongue slowly up its length to her chin, then pushed her own hips forward to achieve what Rachel still refused to do on her own. Rachel moaned and quickly pushed back into her, her control faltering. "Do you want me Rachel?"
Rachel still didn't open her eyes or respond, but her body began to betray her will as her hips set a steady rhythm, sliding along the toned muscle of Quinn's leg. She tried desperately to block out the knowledge of what was happening, the fact that Quinn without having really even touched her had already brought her closer to orgasm then her boyfriend ever had. She wished she could stop herself but she couldn't, her clit languished for attention and the delicious friction caused by the body pressed into her was too powerful to ignore. Quinn though, apparently had other ideas because just as soon as her hips began to speed up she pulled away, causing a whimper of frustration to seep through her taped mouth.
"From here on you'll answer me when I ask a question, understood?"
Rachel looked at her through heavy lidded eyes and nodded. She wasn't even sure what the question was anymore; all she could focus on was the ache inside her. She'd answer anything she asked as long as it meant the burning in her stomach would subside. She glanced down at Quinn's thigh noticing the darkened patch of material she had just caused, embarrassment flooding though her at how obviously turned on she was. Quinn followed her line of sight and felt a similar wetness gush between her own legs knowing just how wet Rachel was for her.
"Although this answers my question I still want to you to say it." She moved back to her original position but placed her hands on Rachel's hips to keep her from moving. "Do you want me?" Rachel nodded immediately and tried to jerk her hips forward but Quinn kept her hands firmly in place. Inching forward she brought her lips within centimeters of the duct tape, wishing for the first time that it wasn't there then quickly chastised herself, wanting Rachel was not part of her plan.
"Has he ever made you this desperate?" She asked, shivering as Rachel shook her head and exhaled deeply, her breath breezing across her lips. Quinn lightly pushed her hips forward and watched in awe as Rachel's head fell back and a low groan filtered through the room. "Do you want to come?" She asked, thrusting forward again, slightly harder. Rachel whimpered and nodded. Removing her hands from Rachel's hips she slid them around her back, pulling the girl into her, "Do it." She whispered. "Show me how desperate you are."
Rachel immediately went to work, grinding her hips down on Quinn's thigh with fervor. She had no room for embarrassment anymore, pure unadulterated lust streamed through her veins. Her movements were in no way controlled, they were quick jerky pushes and pulls, each glide rubbing directly on her aching clit. She dropped her head to Quinn's shoulder as she grunted and groaned, wishing her mouth was free so she could taste her skin, so she could lick and suck as her body pushed its way to what she was certain would be one of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt. Quinn's nails dug into her back as she ground against her, her body begging for more purchase, her lack of hands making her balance unsteady.
As if sensing her dilemma Quinn slid her hands south to grip Rachel's ass, pushing her backwards and lifting her slightly so she was trapped more firmly between the shelving and her body. Flexing her fingers she gripped her tighter only to begin pushing back into her, suddenly her desire to see Rachel come undone absolute. Her thigh was drenched; Rachel spreading and soaking her more with every pump of her hips, a similar feeling was making itself known between her own thighs.
"I wish Finn could see you now." She grunted into her ear as a pang of arousal shot through her body, her own clit coming into contact with Rachel's tiny hips. "See you humping yourself on my leg, see how fucking horny you are for someone else. For me."
She dug her nails into the skin of Rachel's ass and pushed harder, hearing the shelving rock behind them and grateful most of its contents were already on the floor. With one final thrust she felt Rachel's whole body stiffen, her tiny leg curling around hers as she trembled with release, a high-pitched moan piercing her ear as she did so, before falling completely limp, her entire weight being supported between her thigh and the metal. She smiled in satisfaction, ignoring her own urge to come, she had to keep reminding herself that this was about taking something from Finn and that she shouldn't be getting off on it as well. Thinking she had achieved all she wanted she was about to move away when she felt Rachel's hips slowly start moving again, clearly she wanted more, and Quinn wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. She allowed Rachel to move against her for a few seconds before she shifted and pulled herself away, placing Rachel back on her unsteady legs.
"One wasn't enough?" She smirked as she looked at her. Quinn had to admit she looked fucking amazing. Her eyes were glazed over and she was breathing heavily, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton of her dress, her hair even more disheveled then it was when she arrived. She looked down at her leg to see how expansive the damp patch had gotten, "I think you've ruined my jeans enough, don't you?"
Rachel nodded and pushed her legs together realizing that her panties were probably ruined as well, she really wished Quinn removed the tape because it was getting difficult for her to breath, the air in the room so thick with the smell of heat and arousal.
Quinn moved closer and ran her hands up Rachel's torso, palming her tits through her dress, "I'll let you come again." She stated, pinching her hardened nipples between her fingers, before moving to undo the buttons down the center of the dress, "But not with my leg."
Rachel squirmed as more and more of her skin became revealed to Quinn's powerful gaze, and within moments shivered as the dress was completely parted and the air of the room reached the sweat coating her body.
Quinn allowed her hands to roam over the newly exposed skin, letting her fingers trail along her shoulders, down her sides, under the curve of her breasts, the lines of her hips, delighting in every shudder she could coax out of her. Without warning she brought her mouth down to take a covered nipple into her mouth, nipping at the bud as Rachel moaned and squirmed beneath her, arching her back at the sensation. Pushing the material upwards she removed the barrier so she could swirl it around her tongue, her hand rising to tease the other.
"You have amazing nipples." She mumbled into her chest before licking a trail up to her shoulder and biting at her skin. "Do you ever let Finn play with them?" Rachel nodded and Quinn pinched them between her fingers eliciting a gasp from the brunette, suddenly angry at the thought of his hands on her. "Do you enjoy it? Does he make you feel like this?" She tugged and Rachel trembled, shaking her head no.
Sliding her hands downwards she hooked her thumbs into the black panties and pushed them down her thighs, for a second she considered that maybe she was taking this too far, but it was obvious that Rachel wanted it, and if she were to be honest with herself, at this point she did as well.
"Spread your legs." Rachel did as was told and Quinn let her hand hover between her thighs feeling the warmth radiating off of her. "And here?" She asked, looking down between them. Rachel contemplated lying but decided against it, and again gave an affirmative. Quinn raised her hand and roughly cupped her sex, feeling the moisture flood her palm. "I bet you don't get this wet for him though, do you?"
Rachel moaned and tilted her hips forward, shutting her eyes and shaking her head.
"You're fucking dripping, Rachel." Quinn slid her fingers through the delicate folds watching her keen at the touch. "I haven't even fucked you yet and my hand is soaked."
Rachel's whole body quivered at her words, her sex burned with anticipation, she had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted Quinn's fingers. Lifting her heavy lids she looked into Quinn's eyes and rocked her hips forward on her palm, hoping to wordlessly convey how badly she needed her.
"Want my fingers, baby?" Quinn husked almost mockingly as Rachel moved against her. Rachel nodded furiously and pushed her hips down harder. The tips of Quinn's fingers circled her entrance, teasing the opening. "Want to come on my hand?" Rachel nodded again, struggling to not just push herself down on to the waiting digits. Quinn brought her other hand to Rachel's mouth gripping the edge of the tape. "I want to hear you this time." And with one quick tug the silver obstruction was gone.
"Fuck…" Rachel sucked as much air into her lungs as possible, her brain not even registering the pain of having the tape ripped from her lips. She ran her tongue along the pink flesh to moisten them then focused her attention back on to the torturous throb between her legs.
Quinn slid her hand through Rachel's hair and brought their mouths within millimeters of each other. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes." Rachel whimpered breathlessly, surprised at how low her voice sounded.
"Beg me." Quinn commanded.
Rachel swallowed back any of her remaining pride and did as was told. "Please, Quinn. I…shit…" she paused as Quinn's palm grazed across her swollen clit, "I need you."
"Need me to what?"
"Fuck me." Rachel whispered, then gasped as Quinn's fingers slid inside her. "Oh god tha…"
Quinn silenced any of her remaining words with her mouth, crushing their lips together in a punishing kiss, their tongues immediately tangling and swirling together. Moving her fingers slowly she groaned at the feel of her walls clamping around her.
"You're so tight." She spoke, breaking away to tug Rachel's lower lip between her teeth.
Rachel whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut and pushing herself down harder on to Quinn's hand.
"What do you want?" Quinn tugged her hair to the side exposing the skin of her neck, sucking hard on her pulse point knowing she would leave a mark. "More? Harder? Faster?"
"Yes…" Rachel groaned. "Everything."
Quinn withdrew then entered her again with three fingers, "I want you to feel me for days." She panted in her ear running her tongue along its rim. "Every time your fucking boyfriend touches you, you'll think of me. My fingers. My mouth. He'll never make you come as hard as I will."
"Never." Rachel whined dropping her head to Quinn's shoulder, sucking on her skin. "Jesus…" She gasped as Quinn dropped her hand to begin rubbing tight circles around her clit. "Don't stop."
"You like that?" Quinn smiled then looked down to watch her handiwork, the sight of her fingers thrusting in and out of the smaller girl while she also worked over her swollen bundle of nerves was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen.
"Yes. So much…so close…" She whimpered.
"I want you to say my name when you come." She instructed, her own voice now trembling with desire.
Rachel nodded and canted her hips forward, trying to help Quinn go deeper. The feel of her fingers inside her was better then she had ever imagined, and about a million times better then the fumbling attempts of her boyfriend. She could already feel her orgasm beginning to swell through her, her stomach burned and her nerve endings sparked as her body pushed, trying to help Quinn in any way.
Quinn quickened her movements as she felt Rachel's walls begin to tighten even more, her climax impending. "I want you to soak my fingers Rachel…I want to be able to smell you on me for weeks."
"Oh f-fuckk…." Her words pushed her over the edge. Her hips jerked and he back bowed as she felt herself flood her hand, "Quinn…" the name ripped from her chest as her entire body trembled and convulsed. "Fuckkking god!" She choked out as Quinn's fingers soothed and stroked as she rode out the waves.
"Good girl." Quinn grinned proudly then slowly removed her fingers, raising them to Rachel's lips. "Clean them."
Rachel dazedly opened her eyes, moaning when she spread her lips and Quinn dipped wet fingers into her mouth. Swirling them with her tongue she cleaned them with fervor tasting herself in the process.
"Uncuff me." She rasped when Quinn pulled the fingers away.
Reaching for the key Quinn did as was asked, freeing her hands then finding herself quickly pinned up against the shelf.
"What do you think your doing?" She asked in surprise as Rachel hands gripped her tank top and roughly pulled it from her body.
"Repaying the favor." She responded then released the front clasp of her bra.
'I don't….oh god…" Her protests were silenced as Rachel hot mouth descended on her nipple. This was definitely not part of her plan, but she realized the whole plan had gone to shit when her fingers threaded through Rachel's hair and held her in place.
Rachel took her time, swirling and nipping at the pink bud, teasing it to an almost painful hardness before releasing it to travel upwards and taste her mouth again.
"I've never come as hard in my life as I did just then…" She panted against her lips as her fingers nimbly undid the button of her jeans. "I'm still fucking pulsing." She hooked her thumbs in her jeans and panties and began pushing them down her thighs. She bit down on her lip then scratched her nails up her legs earning a low groan from the blonde. "Now it's your turn."
Dropping to her knees she removed a sneaker so her jeans and underwear could be pulled from her body allowing her to part her legs. She laved her tongue along her quad muscle, cleaning her own wetness that had seeped through her jeans.
Quinn looked down and quivered at the sight of Rachel lapping up her own juices. She could feel her own come trailing down her leg and ached for Rachel to turn her attention elsewhere.
"Rachel…" She whispered then ran her fingers along her scalp, gripping the dark locks in her hands.
"Hmm?" Rachel ran her hands up the insides of Quinn's thigh smiling when she felt the slickness coating it. "Now who's impatient?" She husked as Quinn tried to guide her head upwards.
"Don't be a tease."
Rachel sat back on her knees and looked up at her, Quinn's eyes were almost black, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her nipples still stood at attention. She looked incredible. Raising her hand she trailed a finger along her slit gathering the moisture on the tip before bringing it to her lips, moaning when she tasted her.
"Oh god…" Quinn groaned as she watched the action. Liquid fire burned inside her, arousal coiling in her stomach and beating in her sex.
Keeping her eyes on Quinn she leaned forward letting her mouth hover over her clit, feeling her tremble when she exhaled and her hot breath blew across it. She was a bit nervous, having never done this before, but if her swollen lips and extreme wetness were any indication she didn't think it would take much.
"You smell amazing…" She whispered. "But you taste even better." And with that she leaned forward and sucked Quinn's aching clit into her mouth.
"Fuck…" Quinn immediately bucked against her face at the feel of her warm tongue, pushing down into her. "Don't fucking stop."
Rachel swirled the bud in her mouth, feeling it pulse against her tongue. Raising her hand she teased her entrance, then groaned when she easily slid two fingers inside her. The feel of Quinn's nails in her scalp and her hips canting on her face was intoxicating. She thrust inside of her, curling her fingers and searching for the spot she knew would make Quinn scream. The second she hit it Quinn squealed and brought her other hand down to Rachel's head, holding on to her for dear life as she humped her face and hand.
"Ff-fuck Rachel…" She panted above her. "Shit." Her entire body blazed as her orgasm approached, Rachel's mouth making her feel things she didn't even think were possible, like her insides were literally on fire. She grinded down on to her, whimpering and moaning, full words becoming almost impossible. "I'm gonna c—" before the sentence could be finished Rachel bit down lightly on the sensitive bundle of nerves and she came apart violently against her mouth. "Oh fuckk….." She felt herself shudder and tense as wetness gushed from her body.
Below her Rachel licked and sucked her dry, trying to gather any and everything Quinn offered her. She continued until she felt Quinn's hand roughly tug her head away, and she collapsed down to the floor. Rachel licked her lips as she watched Quinn struggle to catch her breath.
"Well that was amazing." Rachel laughed nervously when Quinn finally opened her eyes.
"Don't act so proud of yourself." Quinn laughed as well.
"So…" Rachel stood and removed her panties before she began re-buttoning her dress, "Do you think we can make this a regular thing or should I just pretend it never happened?"
"How would your boyfriend feel about that?" Quinn asked as she too began re-clothing herself.
"After that, I couldn't care less what he thinks."
"Well then." Quinn stood and buttoned her jeans. "I'll be at your house tomorrow night." She grabbed the handcuffs off the floor, "And I'll be bringing these."