Chapter 10
As she gradually calmed her eyes drifted over the contours of her room, this unforeseen crucible. The small alarm clock told her it was 1:54 a.m. There was something she needed to do. Tomorrow’s shift started at noon. What was it? Her mind could not recall. A thought floated toward her like so much flotsam in her consciousness.
“I need to get some sleep.” The words fell absently from her lips.
Spike hushed softly. “Fuck now, sleep later.” The tone of voice told her he’d reverted to his human mask. He leaned sideways and flipped off the ugly textured bedspread. “Pull down the sheets,” he ordered quietly. Slender arms reached forward and pulled on the sheets. Her weight shifted and she slipped off of him with a loud suctioned slurp and rolled.
He stood before her with his black jeans at his knees and his boots still on. His hard cock stood in mid air craning for her. Buffy stared at him slightly agog. It took her a few seconds to focus. ‘What was that sound?’ battled ‘Holy shit!’ in Buffy’s consciousness as she stared wantonly at the vision in front of her. She’d never seen an erect penis before or even a soft one for that matter. Angel’s room had been dimly lit and she only felt him inside her under the covers in his bed.
Spike grinned with satisfaction and amazement. This was the seemingly all-powerful Slayer, the bane of his kind and he held her mesmerized by the curve of his straining slayer-slathered cock.
“Want to touch it?” he grinned coyly as his hand stroked up and down its length. His voice was barely a whisper now as it softened with each acquiescence on her part. Buffy worried her lower lip.
“Come here,” he said simply. Buffy moved to the edge of the bed and tucked her hands behind her. Spike smiled at her, smitten by her girlishness. Even with the physical evidence of what they had just done coursing through her and leaking onto the sheets under her, Spike could see this was not an act.
“No need to be shy love, not after we’ve gotten so friendly.” Buffy’s breath caught in her throat. Was this what they were? Friendly? She didn’t really know.
“You can touch me, I’m right here.” He stepped closer to her as though she didn’t already have a front row seat for his erotic display.
“It’s gooey.” She wrinkled her nose. He caught a laugh in his throat and decided right then that he loved her nose.
“That’s all you Slayer, your creamy pussy, see?” Spike showed her his slick palm and then licked the residue from it. “Give me your hand.” Buffy obeyed. “Like this love, I like it like this.” He curved her palm around his girth and eased it up to the tip. The foreskin bunched.
“You have a turtleneck,” she said naively and then reddened deeply as he giggled.
“Foreskin, love,” he smiled without derision. “Born that way, like all boys.” He released her hand to watch her actions. She brought up her other hand and encircled him, sliding her fingers back down his shaft. The foreskin retracted to reveal his reddened glans and oozing aperture. This motion fascinated her and she repeated it. Again her hands slipped down his firm length and back up to the fleshy tip.
“That’s right, pet, feels real nice.” He pulsed his hips forward slightly, encouraging her.
The heat of her body still clung to him; she was not expecting that. His skin was supple, moist and soft while his shaft was hardened with a muscular appearance, but she knew it was all blood. Borrowed blood poured into this rather unusual vessel. This is what had been inside her so insistent and demanding. This was the evidence of simple desire. It wasn’t a veil or a sham but honesty. A simple human thing.
Brushing a fingertip over the aperture, Buffy came away with a smooth slick substance. She worked her fingertips together in thought and then a realization dawned on her. She was not aware of the smile that settled on her lips. The look of discovery on her face undid him. His balls tightened and he came again, surprising them both. An arc of jism splattered against Buffy’s shocked face and chest. All girlish introspection and exploration dissolved into rage.
“Fucking jerk–” she roared and lashed out spitting and punching. Spike dove on top of her and gripped her flailing form. He soon secured her wrists over her head with one hand. He couldn’t stop his chuckle at the image of his come dribbling down the Slayer’s face. This was a frequent sexual fantasy of his realized.
“You BASTARD!” she grit her teeth with revulsion.
“Stop!” Spike’s tone returned to commanding.
“Asshole!”
“Slayer–“
“You did that on purpose.” He couldn’t deny that his aim could have been altered. “You went on my face!” she spat again.
“I noticed,” he said with a giggle. “SLAYER!” his voice rose alarmingly through gritted teeth, “calm the fuck down.” He leaned into her and licked his own come from her eyebrow, the edge of her eye and down her cheek. That little maneuver stunned her.
“Yuck. You are an animal,” she twisted her mouth and struggled in his strengthening grip.
“It’s just come, pet. I’ve got lots more.” His tone returned to seduction as he licked further down her face. His lips brushed against hers.
“I’m NOT kissing you with that yuck on your tongue.” Her angry pout was so outrageous he’d have come again if he had any reserve left at all just then. She had no clue what she did to him.
“Aren’t you curious? At all?” As much as he wanted to see his come on her tongue he didn’t want to press, they would have time. She wasn’t going to be able to get rid of him so easily.
“No, curiosity ends here.” Buffy began to wiggle again in his grasp trying to break away. She felt his still hardened cock against her thigh. How can he still be hard? He put his fingers to her closed legs.
“Open Slayer.”
“Sorry, closed for the night,” she snapped. Spike gently tickled the tip of her clit. “Stop that!” she tried for fury but failed.
“Open up love,” he whispered softly, “we’re still fucking.”
His tongue swept across her chest and teased a nipple before suckling on it. She arched into his mouth and gasped. “No…unnhh fair… that’s…oohhh god…”
Spike pulled on her nipple gently with blunt teeth until it slipped from his mouth and then attacked it once more sucking strongly before releasing her red swollen flesh. “Not finished yet, are we love?” He looked up sweetly into her addled face and released her wrists.
A wandering thought appeared in her mind: this will never be finished. Then a shudder of certainty filtered through her body. They would never be done. She wanted him again and her returning desire was only a disturbing amplification of her initial feelings.
He was a thing that had killed, that would kill again and again, and all she could think of was his tongue, hands and cock and how he made her come. She merely shook her head in agreement and shuddered as his tongue traveled up her chest and onto her neck.
He snarled a whisper into her neck. His mouth covered her jugular and sucked sensuously at her skin. His neglected erection throbbed painfully against her thigh. Buffy’s fingers moved automatically to his head. No thought of death entered her mind. Her only thought was to prolong the exquisite waves of pleasure emanating from her neck and engulfing her totally. She needed his mouth at her neck and his cock planted deeply within her.
A muscled tremor signaled movement in her legs. Spike moved off the bed and kicked off his boots and socks. His jeans slipped down to the floor and off his feet. The discarded belt appeared in his hands. Buffy’s legs stilled and her mind stopped churning erotic scenarios.
“What’s that for?” her voice was a dry wisp. Spike sensed fear for the first time that evening. He needed to calm her. As incongruous as that thought was, it was true. He did not want her fear.
“For games, pet. You know any fuck games?” He asked evenly, already knowing the answer. An audible gulp sounded from Buffy’s throat.
“Um…” She hoped that didn’t sound lame.
Spike snickered internally. He couldn’t believe how Angel had cheated this wide-eyed girl. Angelus was always an enthusiast for penetration and not much else. He was always lacking in the imagination department. Evidently Angel was no different. It didn’t matter. Angel’s selfishness put them both out of the picture and this fuck soaked slayer on a bed with Spike.
Destiny, apparently, was not a bitch after all.