Chapter Ten
The drive to the hotel was made in silence. Neither felt the need to speak, as Spike expertly navigated the darkened streets of Sunnydale. Buffy sat in the passenger seat, her hands folded in her lap, eyes casting towards the blonde every few seconds or so. This was so weird, driving to a place purposefully to have sex. She’d seen it in movies, and it had always seemed so sordid, so degrading in a way. But here she was, doing just that. IT felt good, even though, if possible, she was even more nervous now than she had been with Angel. A part of her wished that she’d had a drink at Willy’s. The other part of her, the part that wanted very much to remember the events of last night, was cheering very loudly that she hadn’t.
Her body tingled as she thought about what he had done to her that morning. The memory of the way he had made her body sing sent shockwaves straight through her to center in the very core of her. She fought back a moan at the phantom feel of his tongue buried deep within her. Now, if only the actual sex part could feel that good, she thought with a muffled sigh. Spike slid a look at her at that, but she just smiled shyly. His smile was cat like as he looked back at the road.
Within the next few minutes, the old car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the hotel. Then, they walked silently to the second floor, Buffy chewing on her lip while he produced the card key from the depths of his duster pocket. With a flourish, he pushed open the door and waved his arm for her to proceed him inside. She walked in, her eyes immediately drawn to the bed, flashbacks of the morning hitting her anew. Heat and arousal suffused her, causing her to tremble slightly.
She stiffened slightly, when Spike’s hands came to rest on her shoulders. His breath teased her hair, as he began to rub the tension away. She sighed and leaned back into his hard frame, letting her eyes drift closed. He pushed one hand under her hair, rubbing his thumb along the line of her neck, reaching down with his other hand to take her bag from her. Dropping it behind them, he kicked it out of the way before running his tongue along the outside of her ear. A shudder racked through her when he did that, feeling her knees grow week with want.
“Take your coat of, luv.” He whispered huskily, moving to do the same. Taking it form her, he threw them both across the table, then turned back. Holding out a hand to her, he smiled when she took it and moved easily into his arms. The air sizzled around them as dipped his head, gently nipping at her lips with his blunt human teeth. Her fingers clenched in the cotton of his t-shirt, lightly scraping the skin beneath. He hissed in air at the sensation, but never stopped his ministrations. His hands slid under her shirt, caressing the smooth lines of her back. A purr began deep in her throat, and she tentatively swept her tongue out to touch his lips. His own tongue darted out to meet hers, the tips the only part touching. She leaned closer to him, raising her head to press her mouth against his. Her sigh was swallowed as he covered her lips with his.
As they feasted on each other, his hands were not idle. They slid around her rib cage, raising gooseflesh in their wake, to cup her unfettered breasts reverently. A moan pushed from her mouth into his when his thumbs and forefingers teased the stiffened peaks. First circling, then lightly pinching, he worked the hard nubs until she was whimpering against his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he whisked her shirt over her head, taking a moment to take in the rise and fall of the soft mounds. Her hands had drifted to the hem of his shirt, and were now pulling it out of the waistband of his jeans. He gripped the hem and yanked it off, tossing it carelessly to the side. Just as she was reaching for him, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Placing her on the recently made surface, he moved away to kick off his boots and jeans. Her eyes were riveted to his actions, her mind memorizing each detail that was revealed. She hadn’t taken the time to look this morning, too embarrassed by the way they had woken up. But now, she couldn’t’ get enough of the sight of him.
Long lines and sleek muscle defined him. His chest, which seemed to be carved out of granite, gave way to six pack abs, which in turn led to lean hips. Long, well defined legs were braced slightly apart as she studied him. She drank in every inch of him, save one. And when at last she turned her eyes there, her gasp was audible. In contrast to the white hair on his head, dark curls surrounded the base of his shaft. She felt her skin heat again as she took in the length and girth of his erection. She felt a seconds panic at the thought of her body excepting the turgid organ. He stood proudly before her, reminding her of a marble statue. *Michelangelo never crafted anything this beautiful,* she thought.
When her now emerald eyes, drifted back to his nearly black ones, he moved again. He lay down next to her, one hand spread across her stomach. He leaned down to capture her mouth again. The hand on her stomach glided across her skin, over the curves of her breasts, his palm barely caressing the nipples, then back down the expanse of her stomach. Once he reached the band of her jeans, his nimble fingers undid the clasp, then dipped beneath the rough material. Her hips circled slightly on the mattress, begging for his hand to move lower. He would not be hurried however, only dragging them slowly through the soft down he encountered.
Buffy moaned her frustration into his mouth, her tongue moving urgently against his. Her nails scraped across the skin of his chest, sending tremors running through him. When his fingers delved deeper, she ripped her mouth away from his. The first stroke of his digits across her slit had her rearing off the bed, pushing her mound against his hand.
“Oh, god. Spike.” she moaned, her head thrashing as he slid one, then two fingers into her sopping channel. He was watching her intently as her inner muscles clamped around him. He pressed the heel of his hand against her engorged clit, her husky ramblings nearly doing him in. The soft skin of her leg brushed against his aching cock with her frenzied movements. He built her climax slowly, loving the look of clouded passion in her eyes. His name tumbled out of her kiss swollen lips, over and over, rising in pitch as her orgasm approached. Then, with one final keening wail, she tumbled over into the abyss, shock waves coursing through her. Her vaginal muscles milked his still pumping fingers, her unneeded breath coming in gasps.
Before she had fully recovered, he slipped his hand out of her jeans, moving over her to tug them down. Then, his lips and tongue took over the job his fingers had relinquished. She drew her knees up to her chest, opening herself up to him. She whimpered incoherently as his tongue laved the swollen flesh of her sex, greedily lapping the still seeping juices. Her taste was like ambrosia to him, and he would happily keep to his task for eternity if allowed.
Her fingers tangled through his platinum tresses, holding his mouth against her. He thrust his tongue inside her, the stiff muscle mimicking his hands movements of a few moments before. His hands slid along her thighs, holding her hips still so he could devour her with ease.
The heat was building at a rapid rate within Buffy, and when she exploded for the second time, she screamed his name, her back arching off the bed. He crawled up her body then, crashing his mouth against hers and sliding into with one smooth stroke. Her gasp of surprise was muffled as his tongue stabbed inside to duel with hers. She felt a twinge of pain as he stretched and filled her, a tear squeezing from her tightly shut eyes. He hadn’t moved since he entered her, allowing her body to get used to him. His lips moved from hers to graze along her cheek, words of comfort filling the air. Her arms banded tight around his shoulders, nails digging into skin.
“Sh. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” he whispered against her skin. His mouth captured her earlobe in his mouth, gently sucking. He pulled his hips back slightly, then thrust forward again. Buffy’s own hips responded, the pain of him filling her subsiding. She drew his mouth back to hers, their tongues moving in time with their hips. She felt so tight, so slick around him, and he fought for control with each thrust. He kept his strokes controlled, slowly building the fir within her once more. She braced her feet against the bed, using them for leverage to push up against him, urging him to move faster. He broke the kiss again, and rose up on his elbows, his eyes burning into hers. He saw the flash of yellow through her eyes, and knew she was close. He lost his tenuous hold on his control, thrusting harder and faster into her, his own demon surging forward in response to hers. Growls filled the room as their movement became frenzied. Her legs came around his waist, and she buried her face against his neck. He felt his sac tighten as his climax approached. Not being able to hold off any longer, he plunged his fangs into her throat, her sweet, coppery blood sliding down his throat.
Her scream of release was muffled by his shoulder, and he felt the answering sting of her fangs ripping into his flesh. He growled deep in his throat, slamming against her one last time, his cock shooting his seed deep within her womb.
He retracted his fangs form her neck, swiping his tongue lovingly through the blood pooled there. When it registered that she was still drinking, he whispered softly in her ear.
“That’s enough, pet.” She immediately released her hold on him, mimicking his actions through the blood on his neck. He raised up on his elbow to look at her, frowning at the horrified look on her face. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, brushing his thumb over her forehead.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean. . .” she trailed off, her gaze touching on the slightly oozing wounds on his neck. He smiled a bit at her naivete, leaning in to kiss her. The taste of his own blood mingling with hers on his tongue, had him hardening within her again. She pulled back, startled by his sudden arousal. He chuckled at her befuddled expression.
“Buffy, you’re a vampire. In case you didn’t notice, I bit you too.” Her hand hot up to her neck, feeling the evidence. She vaguely remembered the feel of his fangs sliding into her, possessing her fully, and the undeniable urge to do the same to him. And she had. The look in his eyes made her forget her shame at her action, the feel of his hardness deep within her taking over her senses.
“Oh.” was all she could come up with, as he began to move inside of her. “Oohhh.” she moaned, thrusting up to meet him. This time there was no hesitation, no soft words. All that was between them was growls and moans, teeth and claws. Hard thrusts and bruising kisses. One of his hands slid under her ass, holding her up so he could penetrate deeper, faster. Each brush of his pelvis against her clit had her nerve endings singing, her hips surging harder against his.
“Oh god, Spike. I need.. .I need. . .” She gasped, not quite sure what she needed.
“Take what you need, Buffy.” he growled against her, his own fangs grazing her skin. Her howl erupted through the air when he plunged them into her. She growled herself before her sharp canines reopened the wounds on his neck. They came together, their cries muffled against each others throats.
Collapsing against each other, their combine purrs filled the room, lulling them into peaceful slumber.
Buffy woke some time later, finding her position changed. She was now nestled against Spike’s side, her head resting on his chest, his arm curved around her shoulder. She raised her head and studied his sleeping face. Her fingers of her left hand were resting against his stomach, and she began to lightly stroke them against his skin. Her mind was a torrent of emotion as she replayed the events of the last few hours. Her time with Angel had been sweet, but unfulfilling. What had just happened between her and Spike had been everything she had ever read about. The fire, the passion, the blood. She still felt a little queasy about the blood part, but it seemed right. The taste of his blood caused power to surge through her, tilting her completely over the edge with a force that staggered her.
Her fingers had wandered farther south, brushing against the course curls surrounding his cock. She glanced at his face, making sure he was still asleep before she continued her exploration. She didn’t know why she was still feeling shy, not after the way they had just tore at each other. But she was. She chalked it up to her inexperience and went back to her task. Her hand ventured lower, gently stroking across the soft skin of his slowly hardening shaft. She kept glancing up at him, ready to stop the second his eyes opened.
She marveled at the softness of the skin under her fingers, like velvet covering steel. When he was at full mast, so to speak, she ran the tip of a nail along the vein throbbing under the flesh. She dragged it slowly along the tip, feeling the wetness of the pre cum pooled there. Rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger, she raised it to her lips, and tasted it. Not great, but not terrible either. Easing out from under his arm, she moved down his body, keeping one eye on him as she positioned herself between his splayed knees. She tentatively darted her tongue out to taste the skin of his hardness, starting a bit when it jumped against his stomach. Her eyes darted to his face again, thanking god his eyes were still closed.
The lingering flavor of their mixed secretions spurred her arousal, and her curiosity. She gingerly fisted a hand around the thick organ. She was surprised to see that her fingers barely circled the width. *Wow, no wonder it felt like he was filling me completely. With that in me, there’s no room for anything else* she thought with a stifled giggle.
A low growl filled the room when she experimented with swirling her tongue around the head. A quick check of his eyes confirmed they were still closed. This seemed naughty, and daring, touching him like this without him being awake. She was afraid she would lose her nerve if she was faced with the blue intensity of his eyes.
Spike, in the mean time, was very much awake. He sensed her hesitancy to continue if his eyes were open, so he struggled to keep them closed, and his breathing even. He almost came undone at the first swipe of her tongue across the tip of his throbbing cock. All he wanted to do was fist his hands in her hair and bury himself in her eager mouth. Her inexperience only serving to arouse him more.
He tensed a little when her fingers stroked idly over his balls, tickling the sensitive flesh between his anus and the base of his sack. His eyes snapped open when she took the head in her mouth, her tongue in constant motion over his flesh. He dug his hands in the bed spread, willing himself not to startle her. She felt his movements, and her gaze flew up to his eyes. He groaned in desperation when she let his cock slip form her mouth.
“Please, baby, Don’t stop.” He urged, lifting his hips a fraction towards her. Her wide eyes stayed locked with his for a moment more, before she eased her mouth around him once again. A satisfied moan escaped him as he settled back on his bent arm to watch her. He kept his body still, knowing in his heart that this was her first time doing anything like this.
Buffy took her eyes away form him and concentrated on the task before her. She felt herself grow damp as she continued to explore the hard length of his erection. Raising herself a bit, she took him into her mouth, pushing as far down as she could. A low guttural, snarl reached her ears, and she felt her nipples pebble in response. She pulled her hand away form his balls, reaching down to her sex, gently teasing her own flesh as she made love to him with her mouth.
“Oh god.” he growled as he watched her mouth close around him, and her hand begin to pleasure herself. Despite himself, he began to thrust his hips, running a hand through the gold hair spread across his thigh. “Yeah, pet, just like that. God, turn a little, let me see your hand in your quim. You smell so good, baby.” he crooned, coherent thought losing out to the demands of his body. He felt his orgasm building at the sight of her burying two fingers deep within her core, finger fucking herself in time to the suction of her mouth around his member. Her cheeks sucked in hard with each up stroke, and he was hard pressed for what he wanted to see more. Her lips on his dick or her hand buried in her pussy. Low growls emitted from her throat as she came closer to climax. Her lip, teeth and tongue practically devoured him, the slight scraping of her fangs over his sensitive flesh sending him over the edge.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, clasping a hand over her neck and holding him to her as he pumped his seed into her greedy mouth. HE felt her swallow, her cry of release dampened by his surging cock. She kept milking him until the last drop disappeared down her throat. She allowed him to slide from her lips, and rested her head against his thigh. Her hand fell away from her cunt, and hit the mattress.
They were both gasping off breath as he reached down for her, pulling her up his body to lay against his chest.
“You’re bloody amazing, Buffy.” he gasped, placing a tender kiss on the top of her hair. She smiled against his chest, pride and an awakening sense of female power surging through her.
“You aren’t so bad yourself.” she teased, looking up at him. His scarred brow shot up at that, an amused grin curling his lip.
“Really. Just wait til I rest up a bit, pet. Then we’ll see who’s ‘not so bad’.” He promised with a mock snarl.
“Not feeling your age then?” she asked coyly. She squeaked when she found herself firmly impaled on his once again hard cock.
“Hasn’t any one ever told you to respect your elders?” He growled, bracing his hands against her hips to thrust her onto him.
“Oh, shit.” she gasped, eyes rolling up in her head as he mercilessly fucked her from underneath. “God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned, over and over, as she felt the fire rage through her. She used her knees to help him thrust harder, her head thrown back as ecstasy seized her. She inner muscles clamped hard around him, as they both crested the waves. Buffy grabbed his hand, bringing his wrist up to her mouth. He climaxed the second her fangs bit into him, reaching his free hand between them to pinch her swollen clit. Coming with a force that still surprised her, she released his arm and slumped against him, shuddering as the climax ripped through her. Spike raised trembling arms and wrapped them around her, endearments falling from his lips as they both calmed.
“I love you Buffy.” he heard himself say, cursing his stupid mouth, as soon as it fell from his lips. He was about to start backpedaling, when her heard her muffled reply.
“I love you, too. Spike.”