Eye of the Tiger

Part 8

Santana POV

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groan. This fucking tease just SMIRKS at me as she sucks off her fingers that were just inside me. My core was throbbing, desperate to be touched again because she left me hanging.

"Mmm...sorry I just couldn't wait to have a taste." This bitch I swear.

"You're the worst." I growl before pulling her back down to crash our lips together. I tug on her hand between our sloppy kisses, hoping she understands how badly I need that release. But she just giggles as she pulls out of my grip and I throw my head back in defeat. "Why are you like this?"

"Patience..." She breathed out as she started peppering my neck with kisses. This girl was going to kill me.

"Come on Dani...please." I feel like I'm going to explode. She was no where near my core but feeling her teeth pinch my neck pushed me to a new level. I tugged on her hair but she only sucked harder and then I realized what she was doing.

"Payback." She whispered as she let my sweet spot go with a pop.

"You're such a bitch." I growled, bucking my hips towards her leg to get the slightest bit of friction down there. She only pushed my hips back down. I can't take this anymore. "Oh my god will you jus-oh fuck."

I let my eyes roll to the back of my head as Dani french kissed my lower lips. She was gentle at first, too gentle. I needed her NOW. I tangled my fingers in her hair and that seemed to set her off as she suddenly picked up the pace.

"Fuck! Right there..." I actually forgot how to breathe as the best orgasm of my life washed over me. "Shit."

"You okay there?" Her voice was raspy as she crawled over me and dipped her head until I could taste myself on her lips.

"Y-yeah." That was all I could say. I wish I had a snappy remark to say but my brain is mush. She literally broke me. She chuckled at me as she rested on my chest. My legs were jello, my brain is jello, and now my heart is doing a weird thing because I suddenly felt nervous having this girl on my chest smiling down at me.

"Wow I don't think you've ever been this quiet before." I stick my tongue out at her and she let out that fucking cute laugh.

"I was just thinking..." My heart sped up as I remember what I wanted to ask her. We got so caught up in each other that I put it off. Maybe now was probably a weird moment to do this but I'll just chicken out if I don't do it.

"That sounds dangerous."

"Shut up! Anyways I was thinking um...w-what are you doing tomorrow night?" I felt her body tense up a bit. Shit.

"N-nothing, why?" She chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Maybe I'm making a mistake but there is no turning back now.

"Do you want to like...hang out? Like see a movie or something?" Wow. Could I be any more awkward about this?

"Yeah of course." She grinned and now I can breathe again.

"Great." I don't even know when I started tracing circles on her bare back. I don't even know when I became this girl. I slept with girls and that was that. No strings attached. But here I am with Dani and I become a new woman.

"I-I need to get going though." She reached out for her phone on my nightstand and I almost whimper when her skin leaves mine and then actually groan when she suddenly pushed off of me completely. "SHIT. I'm so fucking dead." She frantically rushed around the room to throw on her clothes, mumbling obscenities to herself.

"Are you okay?" She obviously wasn't but it was all I could come up with.

"I'm late. My dad is going to kill me." She breathed out as she plopped on the bed to put her shoes on. I sit up and feel my stomach drop. I feel bad for keeping her now. But amongst her rushing she paused when she had everything and leaned over to me to give me another kiss before rushing out.

"Text me when you get home!" I yell out after her, hoping she heard me.

Dani POV

"Dad I'm SO sorry!" I run through through the door and found my dad sitting on the couch. I'm in deep shit, I know it. It was already five past ten o'clock when I was leaving Santana's house.

"Danielle where were you?" I could see his jaw clench and I could practically kiss my freedom goodbye as quickly as I got it back.

"I-I'm sorry the movie ran late. I'm really sorry dad." My best bet is to just give into him at this point.

"Well I'm sorry too because I'm going to have to ground you again. One month."

"A MONTH? Are you serious?" Is he kidding me? I'm half an hour late, this is stupid.

"Watch it Danielle..."

"No this is fucking bullshit! I'm only half an hour late!" I'm absolutely livid. I'm not getting stuck in this house for another fucking month.

"You need an attitude check, you KNOW better than to talk to me like that." I roll my eyes.

"Whatevs." I huffed before turning on my heel to leave.

"Give me your phone." Is he serious? I didn't even do anything!

"What? No! I'm barely late, dad that's not fair." I felt my heart drop at the thought of not being able to talk to Santana. And what about our date tomorrow? This can't be happening.

"It wasn't a question, come on." He held out his hand and it took all of me to not slap it away.

"This isn't fair! I was BARELY late!" A tear threatened the edge of my eye. He can't be serious.

"It's not just about you being late tonight Danielle, you've had a shitty attitude ever since you came home with that slut mark on your neck and I'm over it." And there goes the tears. My dad just straight up called me a slut, what the fuck?

"I'm over it too, I'm over all this bullshit!" He chuckled without humor at me.

"It's going to be a long time before you leave this house of you keep it up, Dani. This isn't how I raised you. I'm doing this for your own good because God knows where you were tonight, probably spreading your legs for that boy by the looks of it." He waved a hand towards me to point out my wrinkled clothes and my obvious sex hair.

"Well Dad don't worry I wasn't fucking some boy, I'm too fucking gay for that." I threw my hands over my mouth as I realized what I just said. Shit. I don't think I've ever seen my Dad so disappointed in me. I expected him to yell back, I waited for it. But he didn't. All he did was purse his lips before quietly going off to his bedroom. I imagined this moment a lot and I prepared myself for the worst possible words he could say to me.

But he didn't say anything. He didn't care enough to say one word about it.