Just a little shameless smut. I've always thought Britt, Tana and Sam would make a hot threesome, and couldn't resist after I rewatched "Blame it on the Alcohol." This story will be a two shot, rated M for smut, language and threesome. I don't own any of the characters or Glee, I just like to make them dance for my own amusement. Please review. Thanks for reading.
Spin the Bottle
Chatper 1
Santana's POV:
I watched as she spun the bottle, groaning to myself I don't think I can handle her kissing anyone else. Well maybe Kurt, he's gayer than a fairy riding a rainbow reindeer. I rolled my eyes. I took another huge swig from my cup I was not nearly drunk enough for this. Whose idea was it to play spin the bottle anyways, oh right, Berry. Remind me to go all Lima Heights on her ass later. I glanced back over at the circle of all my drunken friends as the bottle began to slow. I could hear everyone's laughter vibrating around the room and I noticed the smile on Britt's face as the bottle stopped. Her smile got even larger as she pointed across the circle to Sam, my boyfriend. Shit! I felt hot jealously bubble up inside of me, sure Sam was my ridiculously hot boyfriend but my innocent Britt, I couldn't think about her kissing anyone else that wasn't me, just seeing her hug Artie made me want to vomit. Before my brain could process anything I felt words spilling out of my mouth when I saw Sam's huge grin as he leaned over to Britt.
"A reminder, I owns that guppy mouth. Those trouty Aerosmith lips belong to me. So…"
I took another drink. Ay dios mío! This is not happening. I stood against the kitchen counter, trying to contain my anger, although I'm sure I looked like I was about to murder someone even if I wasn't sure who, Berry perhaps. Britt and Sam closed the distance between them mashing their lips together in a heated kiss. My stomach tightened. After a few seconds he reached around and pulled her closer to him deepening the kiss and behind the mass of blonde hair I could see their tongue playing with each other. White hot desire surged through my entire body settling deep in my lady parts. What the hell was that?! I felt liquid pooling in my lace panties and knew I had to stop this. I walked over pulling the two sexy blondes apart.
"You know what this is not?! Hey honeys, this is not a big red commercial… No me gusta!
No one seemed to notice the slight quiver in my voice, Britts and Sam just stared at each other with big dopy grins on their faces, her cheeks slightly flushed and his Bieber style hair messed up. Electricity pulsed through me again. What the fuck!? I know I should feel incredibly jealous right now, the sexy guy I'm dating just made out with the girl I get my sweet lady kisses on with. Maybe I should even feel possessive; those blonde honeys both belonged to me. But instead of jealousy, desire pulsed through me. Seeing them kiss each other was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. I desperately wanted the bottle to land on the two of them again. But instead I noticed everyone seemed to be dispersing around the room. Blaine and Rachel were setting up to perform on the little diva stage in the basement. I groaned inwardly. Now I have to listen to the hobbit's voice and I'm sexually frustrated. Great.
As they started singing I felt my mind begin to wonder, naughty thoughts of both blondes filled my mind. I closed my eyes, savoring each scandalous image. Brittany bent over with Sam's cock buried deep inside of her, Sam fucking me as Britt rode my face, both of us on our knees licking his "lollipop." Those thoughts alone almost made me cum. Before I could open my eyes I felt someone behind me, one hand on my hip the other pushing my hair to one side. Warm breath hit my ear, "Well aren't you a naughty girl," a small chuckle from the girl behind me sent shivers down my spine. "I saw your eyes fill with lust when I kissed your boyfriend. I can practically smell your sweet lady cum from here." Her tongue darted out, licking along my earlobe, my weakness. A small moan escaped me. She giggled again.
"You know baby, I have a way to take care of that, take care of you, if you're up for it." I moaned again. I knew exactly what she was implying and I wanted it more than anything.
"Britts, what about Artie, you know, your boyfriend?" As I questioned her I kind of wish I hadn't. I wanted to get my sweet lady kisses on, and bringing up Artie might seriously cock block me, again. Shit. But to my surprise she didn't pull away.
"Well you see sexy lady…" she was literally purring in my ear, my core was dripping.
"…I don't really care about Artie. Sure I like him, he's fun, but he isn't a sex goddess like you. He can't please me the way you do, he can't make my pussy drip with excitement; he can't fuck me the way you can." My heart stopped at her words. I didn't think it was even possible to be more turned on. All of the sudden I was super aware of her bra covered breasts pressed against my back, her hips grinding into my ass. She was just as worked up as I was. I turned around, pulling her close to whisper in her ear.
"I want to fuck you Britt, I want to make you scream, I want everyone at this party to know who you really belong to." She bit back a moan. I reached out and grabbed her hand in mine turning around to pull her toward the stairs; surely Berry had a guest room in this monstrosity of a house. As I pulled Britt I felt her stop. Crap. Maybe she's chicken out, maybe she just wants to go back to Stubbles McCripple Pants.
"Tana, baby. I want to try something, new." I swallowed hard, unsure how to take her words. "You see Sanny bear, I love fucking you and I love it when you fuck me. Actually I just love you in general. But I've been curious for a while now. Every time I see you with him I wonder how you look splayed out underneath his muscular body. I wonder what it's like to see him bury his cock deep inside of you, pounding into your warmth." My body is rigid; I can barely process her words.
"I want to see it. I want to be a part of it. I want you to fuck me and Sam, to make love to us both. I want the two of us to make you cum harder than you ever have before. I don't care about Artie, I want to break up with him, I just don't know how to. I want out, because I want you, and I want Sam, but I want you together. Do you know how many times I've had to get myself off thinking about the two of you together?" I couldn't breathe. Britt's request had my head spinning. She got off thinking about me, thinking about me and Sam? I almost came imagining Britts touching herself. In that moment I threw caution to the wind. She didn't want Artie, she wanted me, she wanted Sam; and I wanted them.