Puck couldn’t move. His heart was about to beat out of his chest. He had been beating off and yeah, Rachel would at least give him a hand job and she was pretty okay with that. It wasn’t a blow job and it wasn’t Santana, but it was better than his own hand. But Santana had her hand on him and it was better than he had been imagining. “Uh, I dunno. It’s kinda hard to miss. I just… it’s hard to miss.” He grunted and picked his hips up. He was trying not to make her uncomfortable, but it was animal instinct. “Sorry. It just happened.”
It seemed like Puck was at a complete loss for words, but it wasn’t like Santana could blame him. He’d been extremely hard, so hard that she even felt a tinge of pain just glancing at his cock. She continued to move her hand, bringing him to size as she felt his hips lift up, before almost stopping as he apologized to her. She hadn’t been expecting that. She glanced back at him from over her shoulder but said nothing and then turned back around to face him, this time shifting so that she was situated between his legs. She pulled his boxers off and tossed them to the ground before turning her attention back to him. Instead of speaking up like she was sure he expected her to, Santana leaned in and ran her tongue from the base of his length upward, her eyes trained on his face the entire time.
Puck allowed her to work without saying much of anything. When she wanted something, he was sure she would let him know. The way she asked the question… she wanted him to tell her that he liked it. His hand reached out to touch the skin on her lower back before his other hand cocked back and tapped her ass. “Yeah, more than impressive.” He bucked his hips up and smacked her again.
Biting down on her bottom lip, Santana reached into his boxers, glancing back over her shoulder for a quick moment before easily finding his hardened length. He really hadn’t been kidding about having a constant hard-on for her. Spurned on by his smacking, her hand found her way around his cock and she slowly began to pump, her grip firm around him. “How long have you been staring at my ass for to know?” She wasn’t sure she’d get an exact answer out of him, but if she did then she’d be more than thrilled. She’d be using whatever information he was planning to give her to her advantage for as long as the knowledge stayed fresh in her mind.
Puck let out a huff when she climbed on top of him. If she wasn’t willing to take control right off the bat, she couldn’t just wave it in his face. But her hips were grinding down into his and his fingers pushed into her thighs. “I want you to suck me off, but like…” He paused when she rocked her hips against him. “I want to see your ass. It’s pretty impressive.”
Rolling her hips a few more times before Puck finally managed to reply, Santana nodded her head, mulling over what had left his mouth. Reaching down to grab for the bottom of her dress she pulled the skintight material over her shoulders, leaving her clad in a bra and one of her closest matching thongs. Not wanting to pull herself up and off of him, she was clearly enjoying grinding down on him as much as he might have been, Santana readjusted so that she was facing away from him. “Still just pretty impressive?” She could basically live solely off of his compliments and she wanted more, she wanted whatever he could give her. There was no turning back now.
Puck sat back on the pillows doing his best not to draw attention to the tent in his boxers. Santana was halfway across the room in a blink of the eye and she was pulling him into an awkward kiss. He allowed it to go on before grabbing her hips and pulling her onto his bed. He rolled onto his side and kissed along her jaw. “We don’t need to do the whole awkward thing. We can be dirty as we want.”
She continued to kiss Puck for quite some time before he pulled away and she found herself pinned down onto his bed. Never used to being the submissive on, Santana was taken slightly aback before he rolled onto his side and started at her jaw. She found herself scanning over his face, taking in his features for how attractive, before mentally shrugging. She sat up quickly before pushing him so that he was lying back against his mattress. She straddled like she had done the week before, but instead of settling on his face, she turned her attention to the tent in his boxers. Grinding down against him, she stopped before grinning and speaking up, “What’d you have in mind?”
Puck wasn’t sure what he expected. It wasn’t that he thought Santana would back out, but he didn’t think he she would be locking herself in his room offering to suck his dick. She had completely pretended that she didn’t come into his room the other night, but for this after a simple instagram post, Puck could get used to it. He cleared his throat and sat up in bed. “I mean, we can fool around a little if you want.”
“Might as well,” Santana replied in response, shrugging her shoulders at him from across the room before starting towards him. He was going to be the one getting off, so why not get something out of it too? She was sure that Rachel was at least giving him hand jobs, if anything, and she hadn’t invited Finn for a go in over a week. She moved over towards his bed, stopping in front of it abruptly before turning her attention back to him and leaning in to catch his lips, unsure of how else to start something quite so awkward.
Keeping up her end of the deal, Santana pulled herself from her desk and wandered down the hallway towards Puck’s room. There was part of her that was disgusted, but it in no way overpowered her want to basically do what was the most taboo. She had already crossed the line in sitting on his face the other day but now she was going to be giving him what he wanted and just the thought of doing so made her feel light. Not bothering to knock, she pushed open his bedroom door before closing it and locking it behind her, not having looked up to see where he was yet. When she finally did, she exhaled loudly as she turned her gaze to face him head on. She thought about just pulling his pants down and getting it over with, but she figured that’s what he would have wanted her to do – to take charge.
“How are we doing this?” She asked as she folded her arms across her chest as she watched him, her body pressed up against his bedroom door as she did so.