Breathless

**Sorry this chapter took so very long to post. Since I lost all of the original material with the disk problem, I have been highly unmotivated. Hope you guys enjoy this one…SMUTTY SPUFFY! WooHoo! As my friend Britt informed me, it’s not smut until body fluids are exchanged! As always, reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks and Happy Holidays! **


Champagne bubbled in her system, tingles coursed inside and Buffy felt overwhelmingly giddy. Twirling around on the dance floor, she spotted Spike perched at a nearby table watching her and her girlfriends dance from a safe distance. Buffy smiled at him and waved, signaling for him to come join her; Spike shook his head vigorously from side to side. Buffy pouted, wishing he would try to at least have some fun; after all, going out tonight was his idea.

Earlier that day, her doctor had cleared her medically assuring her that all of the bumps and bruises had finally healed. Spike had immediately decided that Buffy needed to celebrate and call her girlfriends for a night out. At first she had adamantly refused, but had eventually given in to the cerulean eyes that begged for a night of freedom. For the past month and a half, Buffy had sentenced herself and ultimately Spike to a voluntary confinement; refusing to leave the secluded beach house until all of her injuries had healed. The sexual tension between the two blondes had become increasingly uncomfortable, almost bordering on excruciatingly painful. One glance into his beautiful eyes had Buffy relenting and calling Faith, Tara and Willow for a celebration.

Buffy marched towards the table, hell bent on getting Spike out onto the dance floor for some fun. She quickly downed another glass of champagne before grabbing his hands, trying to pull him from the chair. Failing miserably, she only managed to fall forward into his lap.

Liquid courage raged through her veins, thanks to all of the sparkling alcohol she had consumed, allowing Naughty Buffy to emerge. Devilishly, Buffy thought of a way to thank Spike for encouraging her to go out. Leaning over, she slowly ran her tongue up the side up his neck, tracing the faint line of his jugular vein. When she pulled his earlobe into her warm mouth, suckling gently, Buffy heard his breath hitch.

“Um…pet?” Spike mumbled, barely coherent. “This is bloody great and all, but I believe we might be causing quite a scene.” He pulled her face upwards, gazing into her emerald eyes, half expecting her to flee at any moment. Her eyes were heavy lidded in passion and she darted her pink tongue out to lick her swollen lips, Spike immediately felt his cock harden with desire.

Buffy rubbed herself sensuously against the rock hard mound buried between her straddled legs; she moaned lightly as the rough material of his jeans rubbed against her moisten crotch. The friction between her legs made her dizzy with need; she reached down and rubbed him through the jeans, wishing that she could impale herself on what felt like a very impressive shaft. Her breath was coming in small pants, his hands were disappearing under her skirt and his eyes were darkened with lust. Quickly, she made her decision and removed herself from his lap. Spike looked up at her, his eyes filled with regret and desire. Holding her hand out, Buffy said, “Come with me.”

Spike followed along obediently, curious as to what the little minx was up to. She had never been this straight forward with him before and it was a side of Buffy that really turned him on. They skillfully made their way through the maze of bodies towards the back of the club. When he noticed the signs for the restrooms, Spike smirked, only to be surprised when she led him around the corner into the darkened alcove by the stairs.

She roughly pushed him against the wall, pressing her heaving breasts against his chest; he could feel her puckered nipples grazing him through the flimsy fabric of her dress. Spike groaned deeply as she peppered kisses down his neck, continuing down his chest, leaving moist ringlets where she suckled him through his shirt. Deep inside he knew that they should not being doing this in a public place, not to mention the fact that Buffy had been drinking. However, all reason left his brain when she tugged at his zipper and freed his throbbing cock from its denim confines, gently stroking as she worked her way down his chest until she was eyelevel with his dick.

“Oh dear God!” Spike muttered; sucking in a quick breath as she teasingly licked the sensitive flesh at the tip of his cock, swirling around the edges. “Buffy, pet. Please.”

Pulling away ever so slightly, Buffy gazed up at Spike, her breath warm on his dick. “Please, what?” She darted out her tongue and slowly licked the small slit on the tip, tasting his pre-cum and savoring in the salty flavor. “Hmm… What is it that you want me to do?” She batted her eyes innocently at the now rigid Spike, knowing that she was being very naughty. When his only response was an incoherent babble, Buffy devilishly asked, “Maybe this?” Buffy licked from the base all the way to the tip before taking the tip into her mouth and suckling gently, eliciting more sighs and moans from Spike. “Or…maybe you would prefer something else? Maybe this…” Ignoring her gag reflex, she was finally able to take in the entire length of his substantial member. Buffy hollowed out her cheeks to allow better suction and languidly bobbed her head up and down, using her hand as an extension of her mouth.

Buffy never knew that sucking a dick could be such a turn or. Her body trembled with passion, her pussy dripped with desire, aching to be filled by Spike. Her clit throbbed and the tingling sensation between her legs was almost unbearable. Daringly, Buffy reached under her skirt and began to rub the sensitive nub beneath the tiny scrap of silk, trying to find her own release. She rubbed frantically, moaning around his cock as she sucked harder and faster. Stars appeared behind her closed eyes as she came hard, Buffy groaned as her body shuddered in release.

Returning her full attention to Spike, she tentatively reached out and carefully cupped her other hand around his balls, massaging them slightly. When Spike bucked his hips forward and tightened his grip in her hair, Buffy figured she must be doing something right.

Spike was beyond incoherent. Buffy’s lips wrapped around him and his balls in her hand, he was desperately trying not to thrust forward, very much wanting to roughly fuck her delicate mouth until he came. Thankfully, there was at least one part of his brain telling him that would not be the best thing to do. He knew his impending release was not very far away, so Spike tried to warn Buffy figuring she would not be too pleased if he spurted his cum into her mouth. Unfortunately, his warnings only managed to come out in mumbles as she suckled his cock. He felt her hand wander away from his balls and begin to massage the sensitive area of flesh near his anus. Unable to hold back any longer, Spike tightened his grip on the back of her head and roared his release into her eager mouth; while trying to suppress the scream that threatened to emerge from his chest.

Buffy gripped Spike’s ass cheeks as he spurted thick strands of cum into her mouth, violently shaking with pleasure. She was rather pleased with herself for bringing him to orgasm, since she never seemed to be able to do so before with Riley. ‘Maybe I am not so bad after all.’ She thought triumphantly to herself as she licked his spendings from his member, relishing in the salty but sweet taste, before tucking him gently back into his jeans. Buffy eased up and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck as she kissed along his jawbone.

“Bloody hell, luv.” He panted, sliding his hands around her tiny waist. “What was that?”

“Me taking a chance.” Buffy whispered.