Chapter 12
William was certain that he’d stepped into a parallel universe. This was not his life. There was no way that he existed in such a magnificent place. He was smiling at the ceiling, naked and panting as Buffy, who was also naked, sucked his cock.
She’d stripped him bare and didn’t give him a second to feel insecure about it before she’d pushed him down and swallowed him to the hilt. He could still taste her on his lips and the reminder of what he’d done to her only increased his want for her, no matter that she was doing one hell of a job on him right now.
“Want to touch you,” he pleaded, pulling her hair out of her face and breathing shallowly as the sight of her almost made him lose it. Her face was red from her orgasm, her lips swollen from his cock and her eyes were glistening, shining, fuck she was gorgeous.
“Please?”
She smiled a bit and crawled over him, keeping her mouth just out of reach. But her hand wrapped around his shaft and he groaned.
“Please, Buffy.”
“Please, what?” Her nipples barely grazed over his chest and he shivered. Then she stroked him, smiling smugly when he let out a breathy moan.
He shook his head, swallowing before he spoke, just so he’d be able to. “I don’t…I want…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it so he stared at her hopefully. She continued to smile at him though, tease his lips with hers with tender kisses as her hand slowly moved over his erection.
“You’re so sexy,” she whispered, softly biting him on the neck. Then again on the earlobe. And then she sucked on his Adam’s apple.
“Fu-hu-huck,” he all but sobbed, craning his neck back for her to do as she wished. He had to shove his feet into the wadded up blankets at the foot of the bed, as if he needed to be anchored before he was beamed up and out of this dreamland. His fingernails dug into her ass and her tits pressed against him. She was driving him insane with the laborious strokes she was giving his cock when he needed it to be inside of something, preferably her.
“Buffy,” he said bravely, sliding his hands up her sides until he reached her breasts, grazing his thumbs over her nipples.
“What?” she said softly, smiling down at him. She knew. The tease.
“I want to make love to you.”
“You do?” she said in mock surprise. “I had no idea.”
He glared at her, laughing through his nose. “You know I’m a virgin. It’s not nice to treat me this way.”
Her smile widened and she sat up, straddling his waist, tilting her head to the side and looking like a Frank Frazetta fantasy girl. He wondered if she’d ever wear Viking horns. In fact, he thought she might if he asked her nicely. Shit, he was a lucky bastard!
“I’m sorry.” She leaned over the side of the bed, turning to grin up at him as she rummaged through her purse and pulled out a condom.
His heart started pounding. This was it. He was about to be a man in a matter of seconds.
She put the condom wrapper in her teeth and tore it open, taking her sweet time to pull it out. After all, she’d just had an orgasm so it wasn’t like she had to hurry. He’d have called her a bitch for prolonging the inevitable if it wasn’t turning him on so much.
Then she placed it on the tip of his cock and his mouth dropped open, his head craned forward to watch her roll it down, and he licked his lips anxiously.
“You all right?” she asked, squeezing him a bit when she got it down all the way.
He nodded, unable to speak with his heart lodged in his throat. Then she leaned over him and kissed him sweetly, dragged her tongue over his lips and moaned. “You want to be on top or…you want me right here?”
“Right here.” The taste of her mouth was addictive, and also served to calm his nerves so he kissed her again passionately, raking his hands in her hair as she positioned herself over him.
“Buffy, are you in there?”
She tore her mouth away from his, seconds away from shouting a response through the door to Cordelia whose timing was absolutely dreadful. But William was quicker, and he slammed his hand over her mouth and glared at her. He knew she was smiling when her eyes crinkled around the corners.
“Not a word,” he whispered authoritatively. He snaked his free hand around her waist and pushed her down over his cock. His mouth dropped open in a silent cry, eyes wide, body tense as she took him in for the first time. Her eyelashes fluttered and she moaned into his hand. She was so warm. So tight. So fucking amazing. Oh shit, this was…
“If you’re having sex, I’m going to puke!”
Buffy snickered into William’s hand and he dug his fingers into her cheeks, biting his lip in mirth.
“Shh—ohhhyeah!” He couldn’t help the loud moan that seemed to start somewhere near his toes and roll all the way up into his throat when she squeezed him from the inside and started to move.
He didn’t care who heard him now. He was a man! A god damn man!
He took only a second to follow her movements before he was thrusting confidently, amazed by every sensation rippling through him. Then he heard her muffled voice, saw her brow furrowed in the middle in frustration so he moved his hand from her mouth to latch onto her ass. She instantly started panting, moaning and closing her eyes.
He was having sex! Halleluiah!
“William!” And a girl was shouting his name! “Oh! Oh!” And she was straddling his waist and her tits were bouncing and her hands were in her hair and holy shit he was having sex!
“Oh, yeah,” he said, smiling and bewildered and his eyes ate up every inch of her. “Oh, God!”
He watched his cock sliding in and out of her, her hands glide down her torso until they reached his stomach to help hold her up, then his eyes clashed with hers and he couldn’t believe she was here. She was beautiful, incandescently perfect and luminous, bouncing like a little wanton fairy. When he told her exactly that, when he spouted a litany of praises to her, she made this sort of whining, grunting noise that was so sexy he might just come if she did it again. She almost fell forward as her arms jerked and started to give out.
He grinned and traced her lips with his thumb, slowing down the speed of his hips, watching her lose herself in him. What the hell were the odds?
“Feel good?”
She nodded and sucked his thumb into her mouth. “Mm…”
“You want me to fuck you?” He couldn’t believe he’d said it either, but the desire in her eyes showed him that he wasn’t wrong for asking.
“Yeah.”
In a move he was quite proud of himself over, William had Buffy on her back and he was sliding his cock inside her without losing his stride. He didn’t know it would feel different with a change of position, but fuck if he wasn’t set on figuring all of them out for as long as he could keep her. Next time, they’d do it in costumes. The thought of her in her Princess Leia outfit was enough to make him squeal, but he didn’t, because he was currently balls deep in the most amazing event of his life.
“Oh, shit…” He was really going at it now. Her heel was somewhere on his back, her other leg was flailing off the side of the bed and his mouth was in her throat as he drove into her over and over.
“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Oh!”
His neighbor, Benjamin McGillicuddy, who was an even bigger nerd than Andrew, started pounding on the adjoining wall.
“Turn the porn down, William!”
He laughed wickedly and looked down at Buffy who was so far gone it was a wonder she knew he was even there. “Yeah, Buffy. Turn it down.” He pivoted his hips and she wailed her praises.
“William Pratt is a God!” She was laughing and smiling, reaching her hand up to slap the wall so that Benjamin knew she wasn’t a mirage. Then she moaned again and linked her arms around his neck. “Fuck, you are…oh yeah, right there.”
“There?” He was sweating now, grinding his hips slowly against hers, breathing shallowly and unable to tear his eyes away from her face.
“Mmm…” She gave him a sleepy smile and closed her eyes. “God, where have you been all my life?”
He chuckled silkily and kissed her neck, slid one hand down her thigh to wrap it snugly around him. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I want you to come, Buffy,” he whispered, tracing her jugular with his tongue until he got to her ear. “Want to feel you.”
She cooed sweetly, cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “Harder.”
That was not a problem. Three hard thrusts later and Buffy was wailing, the sound broken up with every powerful jerk of his hips. She grabbed the brass posts of his trundle bed with both hands and begged him to go faster. This was also not a problem.
“William! Oh, William! Oh, I love you!” And he was coming before he could ask her to repeat herself, biting her shoulder hard, feeling her walls clamp down around him as she came, too. There were trumpets and fireworks in his mind, crowds cheering and his father winking and nodding proudly at him. Buffy had made him into a man. It wasn’t until he felt her fingernails lightly scratching the back of his head that he came back to reality, winded and spent and completely flabbergasted.
He rose up slightly and was about to ask her if he’d heard her right, but she looked so freaked out that he didn’t right away. She was looking away from him, chewing on her lip nervously and he couldn’t help but smile at her. Careful not to crush her, he adjusted his weight onto his elbows and kissed her forehead.
“Hey.” He was still panting and he licked the sweat off his upper lip, wishing she’d look at him. “Buffy,” he said softly, smiling at her.
“I can’t believe I just said that,” she said pathetically, squeezing her eyes shut and then she covered her face with her hands and groaned.
He chuckled and kissed the backs of her hands. “Does that mean you didn’t mean it?”
She huffed and her hands fell away from her face and he saw her eyes start to turn red and her chin tremble. His worry increased when she turned her head to the side and sniffled. Without thinking, he tucked his hands beneath her and hugged her, kissing her neck and her cheek.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m such an idiot,” she said, the wavering tone in her voice clueing him in to the fact that she was, in fact, crying.
He chuckled again, not to mock her, but because she was a fool if she thought for a second she’d said anything wrong. “Now you’re just insulting me.”
She inhaled sharply and looked right at him, panic all over her face. “What?”
At least he had her attention. “Well, you’re implying that only an idiot would love me.”
“Oh, God, no!” She touched his face and tried to reassure him. “I didn’t mean that at all!”
He grinned impishly and she clicked her tongue and swatted his shoulder.
“Jerk.”
He pressed his lips against hers as he laughed, which turned into a moan, and that turned into a deep kiss that almost took his breath away. When he finally pulled away, he smiled at her glassy-eyed stare.
“I don’t know why you do, I don’t know what drove you to feel something like that for a loser like me, but I’m grateful and honored that you told me. Especially after the most amazing experience of my life.”
That damn chin of hers was trembling again, but he knew she wasn’t sad, not when she started to smile at him. “I’m really sappy,” she said.
“I’m worse.” He sighed. “I saved a golf ball from our first date.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Cute isn’t exactly the word I want to hear when I’m still inside you.”
She must have just realized it, because she gasped and then started laughing in embarrassment. “I have totally ruined your first time with my stupid…gah, I’m sorry.” She started to wiggle her way out from underneath him and he put a stop to it by keeping her in place.
“You did not ruin anything. Surprised me, yes. But ruined? The only way you could have ruined it was if you told me I was terrible and never wanted to see me again. Which…you aren’t going to do, right?”
She beamed up at him, relieved. “No, I’m not going to do that. I was afraid you were going to bolt. I kinda…well, I kinda fall hard. But not like this and…I’m just making it worse.”
“I don’t know what I’m feeling,” he said when her embarrassment started to turn into feeling rejected, “but it’s big. And…I’m such a git about girls and I’ve never done this before so I’ve got no idea what to call how I’m feeling. But it tingles a little when I look at you and I think of you when you’re gone and now that I’ve made love to you, I’m not going to let you go so easily.”
She was silent for a long while, simply looking at him with this sort of curious smile on her face which grew as the seconds ticked away. “I think I can live with that.”
“Good,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Because I could totally go again.”
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. Wait for it…” he said, biting his lip as his cock started to become engorged with another wave of want for her. “Wait for it… Ahh, there it is.”
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” she said, squeezing her thighs around him and raising her head to kiss him.
“God, I hope so.”