Chapter 13
Her hand was on his crotch. Buffy’s hand…was on his sodding crotch and she was going to get them both killed.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” she said as she looked out the car window and fondled him outside his jeans. He shifted in his seat and clenched his jaw. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, luv. I’m already in a world of hurt over here.”
She giggled and slid his zipper down. “I know what you want,” she sing-songed and slipped her hand behind the zipper, searching for his already hard cock.
“Fuck, pet,” he gasped and jerked the steering wheel as he almost drove into a Semi, hurling Buffy’s form against her door.
“Ow,” she pouted and rubbed her elbow.
Spike zipped up his jeans and pressed his foot down on the gas.
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Buffy slid down on her car seat and propped her feet up on the dash as she dug into a bag of Twizzlers. Spike watched her through the corner of his eye as she innocently sucked on the long red candy string and moved her bare legs from side to side. She just had to wear that sodding mini skirt and torture him with her gorgeous legs.
And then Spike smiled wickedly. She was wearing a short mini skirt. And her legs were propped up on the dashboard. He placed his hand on her knee and made the slow descent up her thigh.
“Excuse me,” Buffy said giggling, “but just what the heck are you doing?”
“Nothin’,” he said grinning and dragged two fingers over her mound.
She gasped and her legs spread a little wider giving him better access. “Liar.”
He bit his lip and leaned to the right a little further so he could sneak his way beneath her panties, trying to keep his eyes on the road. “Look who’s all wet.”
“Oh god.”
“You got that right.”
“Are you watching the road?”
“Course I am. Now shut your mouth. Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Oh, Spike…”
“Feel good, baby?”
“So good. Mmmm…”
“God I want to be right here…do you want me?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck, kitten…you’re close, I can feel it.”
“Spike…Spike! SPIKE!”
“Yeah, pet?”
“We missed our exit.”
“Bloody…fuck!”
Spike removed his hand from her skirt and made a u-turn, tires squealing on the pavement as he angrily doubled back. He glanced at the clock. Two more hours until they could make their stop. Two more incredibly frustrating hours.
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As soon as Buffy got the hotel key and fumbled with the lock she had a vampire pressed against her back nibbling on her ear.
“Hurry,” he said.
If the desperation in his voice wasn’t a clue, then the bulge rubbing against her ass was. She gave into the sensation of his mouth on her neck and his hands dipping beneath her t-shirt for a moment before she remembered that they were still outside. Spike pushed the door open as soon as she turned the knob, twirled her around and slammed her back against it, closing it shut when they were inside. He cupped her face and kissed her, pressing his erection into her stomach as he moaned against her mouth. She tugged his shirt over his shoulders while she kicked off her shoes, pausing to kiss him again. Everything about him was so passionate, so right now that it stole her breath away. With a parting kiss to her neck, he sank to his knees and pushed her denim skirt up and over her hips.
She raised her hands and let them lay limp against the door, closing her eyes as he buried his face between her legs and groaned. She squealed when he lifted both her legs up and slung them over his shoulders. Buffy had to grab the door knob for support as he lifted her up to his mouth and licked her through her panties.
“Yes!”
He chuckled silkily and slowed his pace down a fraction, dragging his tongue over the soaked fabric, teething and nibbling her folds through the material. She could feel his hands caressing her ass, pushing her panties aside to grip each soft globe of flesh as he moaned and hummed his approval into her core. Before she had a chance to beg, he ripped her panties away and sucked her clit into his mouth as he slowly slid in two fingers. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her legs quivered as he worshipped her slit with his mouth and fingers. She looked down at him and almost came when he smiled up at her with that cocky expression of his. Well, he’d earned that look in her opinion.
Spike loved this girl’s puss, could taste her all day but if he had to wait any longer to be inside her, if one more thing interrupted them, he’d become murderous and kill everything in his path. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Buffy and the sounds she made…
That was it. He dropped her legs on the floor, stood up, snapped his fingers and pointed to his belt buckle. She opened her mouth to protest his bossiness but when he curled his tongue behind his teeth and tilted his head, she hurriedly unbuckled it, biting her lip with a coy smile. But she was taking too bloody long so he pushed her hands away and immediately dropped trou. He hooked his hands behind her knees and lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He locked eyes with her as he poised himself at her entrance and right as he was about to plunge himself inside her, someone pounded on the door.
“Samantha? Are you in there you bitch? Where’s my money, ho?”
Spike snarled and vamped out and still holding Buffy’s body against his, he opened the door and growled at the pimp at the door.
“Samantha’s not here, mate!” Spike roared and the man let out a girlish scream and quickly bolted. Spike grabbed the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign from the inside, slapped it out the outer door knob, slammed the door shut and locked it. Buffy squealed as he pressed her up against the door again and quickly entered her, sliding to the hilt with a moan. He pressed his forehead on the door next to her cheek and panted, trying to collect himself. She was scorching him and he’d never been inside anything so tight before. She was like a warm embrace, hugging every inch of him with perfection. His human visage returned and he looked at her with concern when he remembered she’d only done this once before, afraid he’d hurt her. But once his eyes locked with hers, the tip of her tongue traced his lips and she pivoted her hips against his. One corner of his mouth lifted in a seductive smirk and he gripped her hips and started moving inside her.
Buffy clung to his shoulders and let out a kittenish mewl when he twisted his hips, rubbing the tip of his cock against an incredibly sensitive spot inside her. He’d come unleashed and all she could do was hold on for the ride. Her back slammed against the door with every powerful thrust, highlighted by his desperate grunting. The phone rang and he snarled again, walking their connected bodies to the phone. He wrapped his hand around the cord three times, still moving inside her, and ripped it out of the wall. Buffy giggled and he gave her a warning glare and tossed her onto the bed. She stared up at him as he removed his boots and then slipped his pants off his ankles.
“Take your shirt off.”
Panting and slightly trembling from the commanding tone of his voice, Buffy fisted the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. His hand trailed down his chest, down his abdomen as his eyes moved over her body. Once his hand gripped the base of his cock he said, “The bra too, pet,” and started stroking. With fumbling fingers, she somehow managed to unhook her bra and toss it across the room. Her eyes were fixed on his hand as it moved up and down his long shaft, glistening with her juices. She propped herself up on her elbows, waiting for his next move but he seemed content just looking at her and pleasuring himself. It was fine for now, she thought, because as it turned out, she really liked watching. He licked his lips and walked to the edge of the bed between her legs and said, “Have you ever sucked cock before, Buffy?”
She blushed and looked away with embarrassment. “No.” But god, did she want to!
He smiled and took one of her hands and pulled her up to a sitting position in front of him. “There’s nothin’ to it. Jus’ do what you feel is right, I promise I’ll love it.”
She bit her lip nervously and looked up at him. “You’ll tell me if it’s bad?” She eyed his necklace, wanting him to take it off and walk her through it with his thoughts. He saw where her gaze had traveled and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Buffy…you haven’t disappointed me yet, luv. Please? I’ll get on my bloody knees if I have to.”
He was still stroking himself, inches away from her mouth. His begging seemed to relax her, though, and she gave him an experimental lick on the tip of his head. He dropped his hands at his sides and gasped, “See? Haven’ even touched me proper an’ I’m all yours.”
With newfound determination and confidence, Buffy wrapped her lips around his cock and slid down as far as she could. When she couldn’t take more of him in, she gripped the remainder with her hand and swallowed. She could hear him saying ‘fuck’ and ‘holy shit’ and other curse words strangled by moans and heavy panting. Intent on making more of those noises, she focused on her task and moved hand and mouth simultaneously at a steady rhythm. Buffy was starting to enjoy it, experimenting with her tongue and fingers, twisting her hand and rolling her tongue along the base. Everything she tried, he praised. She absolutely adored how vocal he was because not only was it hot as hell, but it made her feel like a woman who knew what she was doing, even though she hadn’t the slightest clue. She was surprised when his hand tenderly touched her face and he smiled sweetly at her, whispering her name.
So was he.
Spike was not prepared for the emotions he was feeling right then and was thankful he was wearing the necklace charm. He’d fully anticipated barging into the room and shagging her senseless but once he’d looked at her on the bed, innocent and beautiful, he didn’t want to rush it anymore. And now she was sucking him off like his dick held the meaning of life and looking up at him with those needy green eyes of hers and he couldn’t help but be eternally grateful for this woman who’d forced him to accompany her on a road trip to hell. Dru had never enjoyed giving head, except the one time, and his undead heart clenched as Buffy’s free hand caressed the smooth expanse of his stomach and she slowed down her pace to lick him from base to tip. She didn’t want to rush it either. She wanted to learn all his hidden spots, learn what made him scream, and she’d already discovered so many in such a short amount of time. When he touched her face, it was such an involuntary gesture and then he’d said her name like a prayer and couldn’t retract it. She had to know…had to know how he was feeling unless she was dumb and blind.
But Buffy was still only seventeen and this entire experience with Spike was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. She knew she wanted him, but how much? How far was she willing to take this? It was easy to get swept up in the idea of being with Spike when it was just the two of them but she was smart enough to know that after Angel, her friends wouldn’t be so accepting. In one day, they’d be in Maryland fighting who knows how many Githyans. One more day and they’d have to head home, back to reality, back to their own separate lives. So why then, was she allowing him to push her back on the bed and suckle the column of her throat? If she knew no good would come of it, why did she moan his name when he was nestled inside of her again? Why did she feel the sting of tears when his exposed blue eyes locked with hers as he slowly moved inside of her? Why did she never want it to end? It was different this time. He kissed her without closing his eyes, rested his cheek against hers and tucked his hands beneath her shoulder blades, relishing the feel of his cock slowly gliding in and out, her warm body pressed against his and her hot breath in his ear.
He was fucked.
And Spike should have known better, should have known how easy it was for him to fall, should have warded off his emotional attachment to her from day one…but when she cried that first night, he was already on his way to Ponceville. She was like him in so many ways. She put up a tough front and could kick your ass clear into next week but beneath her strength was someone just as vulnerable as he was, someone who’d suffered and lost, someone who didn’t trust easily. He loved every part of her, even the bitchy parts. Sometimes, especially the bitchy parts. And then she’d scared him half to death when she almost died, and went off and almost died again. He didn’t know if he could take another fright like that and knew of one sure way to protect her, one thing that would keep her safe. She’d never go for it, so he wouldn’t ask but he couldn’t help his gaze from staring hungrily at her neck. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest, and could smell the scent of her arousal increasing as he brought her closer to climax. It would be so easy…he could just slip in and drink as she came, mark her as his and be done with it. She couldn’t kill him then, but she might hate him for it so he swallowed down the desire and focused on the feel of her slick channel strangling his cock. He pressed his lips against hers and bucked his hips forward, grinning when she cried out.
“Come, baby,” he whispered. “Wanna feel you drenching me.”
“Oh, Spike,” she said almost sobbing, thrashing her head from side to side and then finally shouting when he brought a hand between them and stroked her clit. Spike roared when her inner walls gripped him tight as she came, the words ‘I Love You’ begging to spill out in time with his seed but he choked it back and shouted something that sounded a lot like her name but mostly a lot of growling, and collapsed on top of her, both of them swallowing gulps of air as they regained the strength lost in their limp and sated bodies.
This was the part Buffy feared, the part when he’d leave or pretend nothing had happened. Maybe he’d lay with her for a while, but she was certain that he’d pull away from her and that would be the end of—
“Oh, Buffy,” he said sweetly, brushing her hair out of her eyes and kissing her cheeks. “I hope you aren’t planning on going to sleep just yet because I’m not even partially done with you.”
Buffy smiled and kissed him. And maybe she was wrong.