Chapter 8

Wednesday. (Day Three)

He takes her hand at her door, and she can't help but look up at him in amazement. He's so handsome, and tall… and his smile just makes her melt inside.

"Will you come in?" She whispers shyly, and he just steps close, looking at her like she's the last piece of pie and he hasn't eaten anything in weeks.

"Gladly," he says lowly, and she leads him inside. She barely closes the door before he wraps one arm around her chest, pulling her back against him.

"You're so beautiful," He tells her seriously, and he plants a soft kiss on her neck, making her shiver.

"Kurt," she hisses, and as she turns in his arms, he kisses her hard -

Dianne's lips are so soft, and taste like cherry lip gloss - its almost like kissing Brittany, but arousing - she's making these little noises, and Kurt wonders if she knows just how hot she sounds. She tastes so fucking good, he thinks, and she's so small and soft in his arms - he reaches to rake his nails across her nipples, and she cries into his mouth.

Dianne has been waiting all day for this. Just seeing Jeff walk around glassy eyed, with his lips swollen like a slut - she'd imagined being in his place all day. She couldn't go a minute without thinking what it would be like to suck Kurt off, or even better, having Kurt just push her down and fuck her hard…

She finds herself pushed up against the wall, and oh god thats Kurt's cock pressed against her.

Dianne shudders, and her eyes pinch shut. It feels so good...

Kurt kisses her again as he rubs himself against her slowly, and finds his mind drifting off for a moment.

Before last night, he'd assumed he'd fit a certain role - only topping or bottoming. He'd quickly discovered that he loved bottoming, but last night he'd been so ready to just pound Blaine into the mattress. And seeing Dianne today, the way she blushed, and looked so adorably shy…

She brought out his dominant side, Kurt decided, as he stripped her of her blazer, and her shirt - leaving a simple tank top.

"Leave it," Dianne whispered, and Kurt nodded, but moved to bite her nipple through the tank. She shrieked as he bit down, and clutched his head tightly to her breast.

Kurt chuckled, and moved southward to take off her pants.

Dianne was looking away again, and Kurt didn't notice immediately, so wrapped up was he in pulling down her…

"Good Gaga." He stared. She was wearing lacy white panties, and her cock just looked so... trapped in them. He stroked her through her panties, and Dianne moaned, her eyes fluttering.

"What do you want, gorgeous?" Kurt said lowly.

"I want… I want…" She bit her lip and pushed her cock into his thigh. "Nnnngh…"

Kurt licked his lips, and hoped that he was about to say the right thing.

"You want me to rub your clit? Eat your pussy? Fuck you long and hard? Or perhaps… You'd like option D… All of the above."

Dianne was squirming in his arms now, her eyes fogged with lust.

"D, Kurt. Please, I choose D."

Kurt's eyes flash and he just tosses her onto the bed. She gasps and her eyes close in surrender, and Kurt can't help but growl and palm himself through his pants. He is still mostly dressed, save for his shoes and the blazer, but she is down to her lingerie and her tank top, and the contrast is obscenely delightful to his senses.

He leans over and slowly rubs her through her panties.

"Please," she gasps, light and breathy, and Kurt's hand slides under her panties and pumps her hard twice before rubbing her precum all over the head of her cock with his thumb.

"You're so wet," he purrs, and Dianne just bucks up at him.

Oh god, Kurt knows just what to say.

"In me, in me, please Kurt," she begs, spreading her legs, and Kurt just smiles a little darker.

Nowhere I'd rather be, he thinks with relish.

He lets her up, and she crawls to the bedside table, grabbing for her lube - and gasps as Kurt comes up behind her, his pants down to his knees and his bare cock just pressing between her cheeks.

"Ahh…"

Kurt growls a little as he slides between her cheeks - he yanks down the panties and pushes his cock down so his head is closer to her hole. He presses gently, and Dianne fucking mewls at him, dropping the lube beside her as she falls forward, hands grabbing onto the headboard.

Kurt reaches to squeeze more pre-come from her cock, then takes it and rubs it on her tiny puckered hole.

"Hold still," Kurt tells her, and he pulls away, yanks her hips further up - and noses at her crack for a second before fucking impaling her with his tongue.

She can't help but scream - its a stretch, so sudden, and he's so wet inside of her. His hand strokes sloppily down her cock, but that doesn't matter because god that's so damn good.

He fucks her slowly with his tongue, driving her crazy and seriously tiring out his tongue but its so worth it for the sounds she's making, desperate and meltingly hot.

When he can't do it any more, he pulls out and slathers lube across his fingers - and pushes two fingers straight into her.

"Kurt, Kurt," she babbles. "More."

"You're so tight," Kurt tells her, nearly breathless himself. He's going to be inside that tight hole any second. He slicks himself with one shaky hand, and can’t resist tightening his own grip - hissing as he fucks his hand, lost in fantasy.

Dianne shoves her hips backwards, driving his fingers deeper and his whole hand backwards - her ass touches his cock head, and he can't help but groan.

"Fuck me, Kurt," she says, so confident and eager and he can't even bother with more preparation when she's asking him like that.

He guides his cock to her hole, and presses very carefully. His cock pushes in just a tiny bit - there's so much resistance and there's no way that's not hurting her, but Dianne just groans loudly.

Kurt holds onto her hips as he kneels behind her, slowly rising, pushing up into her.

"How is it?" He asks shakily.

"B-b-big," she swallows hard. "Deeper, Ku - Kurt!"

He's only halfway in when her plea has him thrusting all in the way at once. She's quivering, but her head falls back, and he moves in to lay hot kisses along her long neck.

After a few moments, Dianne is sighing blissfully, one hand reaching behind her to caress Kurt's hair.

Kurt slowly rocks inside her, enjoying the practically burning friction. Dianne just falls back against him, rocking too, her mouth open and releasing all sorts of beautiful little noises.

She is so perfectly blissed out, draped submissively over him, and Kurt marvels at her beauty as he rolls his hips, making her cry out -

"Kurt! Please!" Her hands scramble forward to hang on to the headboard as Kurt picks up his pace. "Uh, uh, yes," she groans loudly, just tilting her hips a bit so he could hit -

"Fuck!"

Aha. There's her prostate… Kurt readjusts his hands on her hips, a little tighter than perhaps necessary, but Dianne is secretly hoping she'll have bruises in the morning…

She knows her eyes are rolling back, and Kurt just can't stop ever because he is hitting it every time now, and she's getting close.

Kurt grips her hips even harder, and when she cries for a moment in pain, he pushes her back down and watches her shake and still in submission.

She was so hot like this, just thrusting back against him, and she was crying out pretty steadily now.

"Fuck me - just like - uhhhh Kurt - that."

"Feel so good," he grunted. "So fucking hot - fucking yourself on my cock."

She whimpered and thrust back a little harder.

"Oh god Kurt yes more right there ahhhh. Perfect please Kurt please don't stop."

"I'm not going to stop," Kurt says silkily, and thrusts in particularly hard suddenly, knocking her onto her front as she screams.

Kurt growls and covers her with his body, fucking her roughly, as deep as he can get.

Kurt has her pinned just right, and she's rubbing against the bed, and she shrieks as she comes, her hands fisting the sheets and her toes curling.

She clenches around him, and Kurt can't hang on another moment - with a cry, he comes within her, desperately shoving in a few last times.

Dianne turns her head and pants into the air, barely conscious of Kurt pulling out of her, he's so gentle. He rolls her over to her side and settles behind her. She feels him pressing soft kisses against her hair, and she can't help but feel like she's just been made love to.

Kurt smiles as he wraps her up in his arms. Dianne is simply the most beautiful woman ever, he decides then and there.

Blaine watched Dianne and Kurt walk into the cafeteria, their hands almost touching. Dianne was just glowing, and Blaine suddenly lost his appetite for dinner.

"We need to choose a second piece for Sectionals," Max told Wes. "Depending on how much we fill of the allotted eight minutes, we might even want a third one."

"Is everyone here?" Wes looked around, and seeing the Warblers were all present, nodded. "Let's have auditions for solos on Monday. That way everyone has the weekend to prepare."

"Are you going to audition?" Dianne asked Kurt, placing a delicate hand on his thigh.

"I'd like to," Kurt admitted.

"Pick something that would be good for acapella," David reminded him. "I mean, your Defying Gravity was beautiful, but that would be hard for all of the Warblers to do together."

"I'll try," Kurt frowned.

"I can help you pick a song if you like, Kurt."

Kurt looked up at Blaine and couldn't help but grin.

"Thank you, that would be amazing."

"Saturday at noon sound good?"

"Actually, I have… an engagement then."

Half the table looked up in interest. Kurt and Howard met gazes, and both boys grinned.

"How about… at three thirty?"

"Fine," Blaine nodded, his smile tight. "Come over tonight, will you? Seven thirty, after practice."

"Of course," Kurt smiled at him, and Blaine's heart just melted - he couldn't stay mad with Kurt for long.