Chapter One

In a sea of elegantly dressed beautiful people, Santana had eyes for only one woman. She sipped her drink, unable to take her gaze off Brittany Pierce. Brooding, Santana studied the curve of her hip, the graceful arch of her neck. She followed the luxurious fall of her golden hair down the length of her spine. Every smile, every pout of her lush, kissable lips, was designed to bring Santana to her knees.

From across the room she turned and caught her stare. Santana didn't bother to avert her eyes. What's the use? The air between them sizzled. Her body began to respond. Her ears buzzed. She ceased to hear the music and the lively party conversation that surrounded her. Everything else faded in the background when Brittany boldly cocked her head and raised her brows.

Santana allowed herself a small smile and shrugged. The ball's in your court. The luscious red-painted lips parted and exposed even white teeth. Even from this distance she was blindsided by the power of Brittany's smile. Her blood simmered, but her hooded eyes hid the answering heat she ignited. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. What's your next move, Britt? She didn't have to wait long, watching intently as she glided through the crowd.

Santana smiled wryly. Temptation was walking towards her wearing a short silk dress that flaunted long, shapely legs and four-inch stiletto heels that encased narrow, sexy feet. If she had one weakness, it was Brittany, but it wouldn't do to let her know that. It would give her too much of an advantage. She shifted and gripped her drink firmly when Brittany came to a halt in front of her.

"San."

Santana took a deep breath. Her voice was sinful, like the rest of her. It reminded Santana of dark nights and long hours of hot sex. Brittany looked up at the Latina through her long, sooty lashes. "You're not having a good time?"

"Why do you say that?" Santana smelled her scent, subtle and light. It teased her senses. Made her want to nuzzle that soft spot at the base of her throat and seek out the secret places she misted with perfume. The Blonde's shoulders moved in a careless shrug.

"You're hiding in this corner. It's not like you to hide."

"Who says I'm hiding?" Santana shot her a lazy smile. "I'm just enjoying the view."

The dress Brittany was wearing was enough to make anyone sit up and take notice. It was bold red—silky—and draped over her in a way that fired one's imagination. It certainly fired hers.

Those lush red lips curved. "No date tonight?"

The smooth line of her throat drew the Latina's gaze, before it slipped lower to her shadowed cleavage. She itched to pull down and see what was artfully hidden underneath the elegant silk dress. "Keeping tabs on me, Britt?"

Her full lips kissed the crystal wine goblet she held as she sipped her drink. They glistened damply in a siren's smile. A pang of envy consumed the Latina. She wanted to know her taste, wanted to run her tongue over her lips and dampen them herself.

Brittany tilted her head. "Maybe like me, you're ready for something new."

Santana's body clenched at her words, followed by a flash of irritation. She was getting damn tired of this cat-and-mouse game. She frowned and threw her a dark look.

"What do you want Brittany?"

She just grinned and took the Latina's glass, placing it on a nearby table along with hers. To Santana's surprise, she pulled her out to the dance floor and glided into her arms. After a moment's hesitation, she pulled Brittany closer and gripped her hips as she swayed sinuously to the slow, jazzy music. It felt good to hold her. The soft brush of her body against her only whetted her appetite.

Soon she was steeped in her scent and lost in the feel of her voluptuous curves. She boldly smoothed a hand over her round ass. No panty line. What the hell did she have on underneath?

Somehow they ended up in a secluded corner, hidden by a couple of huge potted plants. A soft hand came up to touch the Latina's face. "Kiss me." Santana held the Blonde steady when she shifted closer to her. Unbelievable. In the middle of her mother's party, in a crowded ballroom, she was sporting a raging hard-on. What's worse, the little minx knew it. Her sexy pouting smile told her so.

"You're asking for trouble." None too gently, she pulled away from Brittany and headed for the French doors. Once outside, she pulled air into her parched lungs. Seeking solitude, she stalked around the length of the swimming pool to a shadowed corner of the backyard. She wrapped her arms around herself and surveyed the pale reflection of the moonlight on the tranquil water.

The cool evening quickly enveloped her in its embrace. The heady smell of late-blooming flowers was redolent in the thick night air. Perfect for seduction. If she was superstitious, she would think nature was conspiring to aid in her downfall.

A great shuddering breath squeezed from her lungs. She'd wanted Brittany for years—but she was untouchable, forbidden. It was an implicit rule—don't sleep with your little sister's best friend. Tonight was different. Tonight she was feeling none of the usual restraint. Tonight she wanted to take. She was on the verge of falling headlong into Brittany's willing arms. I'm sick of walking around with a fucking hard-on.

"Are you afraid that once you kiss me you won't be able to stop?" Brittany's soft voice floated into the silence, heavy with challenge. She'd been so lost in thought she hadn't even heard the girl approach. She slowly turned to face her. "You're playing with fire." Brittany brushed against her, igniting the flames. "Then play with me, San. Let's burn together." She took the Latina's hand and placed it on her breast. Fuck, Santana cursed softly. She was no more able to stop herself from curving around the plump mound, than from brushing the turgid tip that pushed insistently against her silk dress. "No, Britt." Brittany lifted her chin. "Why won't you admit you want me, too?"

"Take my advice and please leave me," she repeated in a strangled voice.

Brittany stepped closer, trapping her hand between them. "You're a fraud, Santana. How many times have I caught you looking at me when you thought I didn't notice? Just tonight you couldn't take your eyes off me."

She clenched her jaw tight and didn't answer.

Brittany reached up and gave her an open mouthed kiss. She held herself rigid, but could only do it for a few seconds before she allowed her lips to soften against the Blonde's. The kiss was slow and full of heat. With her tongue, Brittany skilfully drew her into an erotic duelling game that knocked her off her feet. She was dazed when it ended.

Brittany's sweet breath fanned gently against her lips. "It's only fair to warn you. I don't give up easily." She turned and sashayed the few feet to the pool house. Santana followed her with her gaze as she opened the door and quietly shut it behind her. Moments later, lights came on in the bungalow and cast distorted shadows on the swimming pool.

Her fists clenched. She couldn't go on like this much longer. She needed to take care of this simmering attraction between them. Simmering? It was a fucking furnace, ready to explode. Brittany was one hell of a package, sexy as all get out and not afraid to show it.

Her eyes locked on the closed door. What am I going to do with you, Britt? But deep down inside, she was afraid it was a inescapable conclusion. She was a goner, ready to succumb and lose herself in the blonde's delicious body. She froze as the door opened once again. The evening temperature instantly rose several degrees as Brittany appeared on the threshold. One long, shapely leg was propped up on an antique chair. Ensnared, knowing she shouldn't, but unable to stop herself, she watched eagerly as Brittany rolled down her thigh-high stocking. She greedily devoured every inch of skin Brittany revealed. The other stocking followed the first. She drew in a shaky breath. Any minute now, somebody was going to come out of the French doors and witness the little striptease. The words she was about to say stuck in her throat when Brittany lowered her dress and pushed it down her hips. Her tongue wedged to the roof of her mouth and she couldn't look away as Brittany shimmied seductively out of it. Her teeth snapped together at the sight of the blonde's bare breasts. They were more beautiful than she'd imagined, lush and full, tipped with dusky pink areolas. She could only stare as Brittany bent and discarded the flimsy thong she wore. Brittany straightened. Her fingertip brushed against her nipple before coasting down her smooth belly. "I want you here," her fingers disappeared between the plump lips of her core, "deep inside me. I want you to fuck me, San. I'm not afraid to admit it."

Her gaze drifted down Santana's front, where her eager cock pushed against her tight dress unashamedly. "I know you want me, too. What are you going to do about it?" Brittany asked, her voice low and husky. Brittany walked away, leaving the door open in blatant invitation.

Santana swallowed thickly. Goddammit.

Once she accepted the Blonde's challenge, nothing was going to be the same. But she was only human—and she'd just reached the point of no return. She stepped towards the pool house.

She was ready to fall.

Brittany trembled in front of the dresser mirror. Her heart thudded nervously. She'd never stripped to seduce a woman before.

Would it work?

The door behind her closed firmly. Her heart leapt to her throat as Santana appeared behind her. An air of recklessness surrounded the Latina—she looked dangerous. Sharp tension filled the air.

Their eyes met in the mirror. "Did you enjoy the show?"

She gave a short, strained laugh as she came closer. "The little striptease? I would have to be made of stone not to enjoy it." She bent and kissed the soft spot where Brittany's shoulder and neck met. "What am I going to do with you B?"

Brittany had waited so long for this, there was no backing out now. Brittany turned and faced her, expelling a trembling breath.

"Whatever you want Baby."

She rubbed against the Blonde's and shook her head. "You're too used to men worshiping at your feet."

Brittany arched to her touch. A thousand needles of sensation struck her all at once, sucking her breath away. "I've wanted you for a long time, San."

She licked the soft shell of her ear. "I know."

"You want me, too." In a bold move, Brittany took her hand and placed it within the moist folds of her core. Her frustration mounted when the Latina kept stubbornly still.

"You're too used to calling the shots when it comes to sex."

Her breath came out shaky. "What's that got to do with us?" Brittany pushed the zipper down Santana's dress and let it fall to the floor. Her underwear were no match for her determined fingers.

Soon, the Latina lost her bra and was standing just in her boy shorts. Her gaze was frankly admiring as Brittany took in the rippled muscles of her stomach and the luscious mounds which were begging to be devoured. Her body was hot enough to melt any one's defences. She screamed sex, sex, sex.

And boy, Brittany wanted lots of it with her.

Brittany quickly took a hold of each of her brests and massaged them softly eliciting a soft moan from the Latina. She took a hardening nipple in her mouth and slid her free hand down the tanned washboard abs to dip a finger briefly in her navel before going further down and disappeared into her shorts. Santana's muscles contracted under her light touch. Brittany pulled her shorts down, at the same time standing on to fasten her lips to the tanned girl's neck.

"Brittany," she growled warningly.

It was too late to stop. Brittany pushed the shorts down her thighs. Brittany breathed deeply before she dropped to her knees in front of her and pulled out the heavily engorged cock. Her mouth went dry. It was thick and long with a broad mushroom-shaped head.

"I need to taste you."

Santana closed her eyes in surrender. A deep thrill slithered down the Blonde's spine and converged on her core. Brittany tongued her quickly, briefly. The thick head of her cock nudged her lips. "Lick it, Britt." One slow flick of her tongue tore a muted groan from the Latina. Brittany licked around and around, relaxed and unhurried.

Santana gritted her teeth. "Suck all of it B. No more teasing."

Excitement wound through her bloodstream at the growled order. Santana's voice was raspy, her breathing rough and uneven. Brittany's lips covered the wide head, enveloping her in her mouth. Her tongue stroked and licked and teased. The hungry, choked moan she uttered brought fresh moisture to her centre. Brittany sucked slow and deep, lingering over every lick and tight, wet suction. She was delicious. Her hand came up and cupped her round ass, holding her in position. The feel of the baby-soft skin in contrast to the strength of her body tore at her control. Her pulse raced madly. There were so many things Brittany wanted to do to bring Santana pleasure. Only with Santana did Brittany feel this out of control, this eager to please. The harsh groan the latina expelled was like music to her ears. Brittany looked up, noting the tight lines of strain around her beautiful lips and felt the powerful tremor that rocked her. A heady feeling of triumph filled her.

"You're gonna make me come B," she warned gutturally.

"Hmmm." Brittany stretched her lips over her and started all over again, going deeper and faster, intensifying her caresses. "Damn it, Britt," Santana moaned desperately before surrendering. All the warning Brittany got was a grunt a mere second before she blasted deep in her mouth. Brittany worked her throat as she enthusiastically swallowed. Brittany gradually relaxed and licked up the last drop, before lovingly kissing the tip of the softening member cupped in her palm.

Santana pulled her up and buried her face in her shoulder. "God Baby, you're incredible."

Brittany rubbed her breasts against the Latina's soft chest, her nipples puckering tightly. Brittany couldn't stop touching her, running her lips down her neck, her throat, back up to her ear.

"I want to taste every inch of you baby." Santana stood on her tiptoes and took her mouth in a blazingly hot kiss.

Her eyes drifted closed as Brittany clung to her and willingly went along for the ride. She touched her everywhere. Brittany moaned and shuddered. Her fingertips feathered down her front and encircled her breasts, going around and around in ever smaller circles until they surrounded the taut tips. Brittany arched her back and whimpered a protest. Santana uttered a strained laugh before she obliged her by brushing against her nipples. It wasn't enough. Her next breath was taken from her as she pulled and squeezed and sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

"But I don't think I'll be able to wait that long," Santana muttered thickly.

"San," Brittany moaned.

Santana's hand slid down finding the smooth skin of her core. She delved into the moist folds and honed in on her clit. A feverish shiver overtook her, her world rocked and trembled. Brittany was as weak as a baby in Santana's arms, parting her legs wider at her muttered order.

It didn't take long for her to come—Brittany was too aroused for that. With a soft cry, Brittany exploded in absolute rapture. Santana helped her ride out her orgasm, fingers still deep in her body, pulling the last tremor from the very depths of her being. After the dizzying ride was over, Brittany clung to her weakly.

Santana kissed her softly before pulling away from her gently and getting redressed.

"Be at my place tomorrow night at seven." Santana pressed another brief, hard kiss on her parted lips before walking out the way she came in.

Brittany slumped on the chair. That was it? Seething with frustration, she stared at the closed door. The night was supposed to end differently. Visions of sweat-slicked bodies writhing on tangled sheets filled her mind. That was how Brittany wanted to spend the night with Santana. The taste she'd had of the Latina was all too brief. Brittany wanted more. A whole lot more.

Brittany needed to fuck her.