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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,169
Reviews:
96
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
He took her hand and tucked it under his arm. He elbowed a path to the front of the club and found a nook under the stairs equipped with a small sofa and a screen to block out noise. He let her sit and get comfortable, then lit himself a new smoke. She put her arm along the back of the couch and did her best to pose seductively *oh my god, do I look stupid? Is my ass hanging out of these pants? Stupid low cut leather.*
“Pet, I never caught your name.”
“Didn’t give it.”
Oh, he liked this one. He loved it when girls played hard to get with their mouths, but get on it with their bodies. *My god, her ass is hanging out of those pants. Mmm. Low cut leather.*
“Buffy. Buffy Je- Buffy Summers.”
He choked back a cough. “Buffy? Like, ohmigod, my name is like, totally Buffy?”
She sat up and gave him a scathing look. “Buffy, like, so buff I could kick your ass. What’s your name? Wait let me guess: it’s something manly like Al or Brick.”
“Spike.”
She leaned her head back on the arm of the sofa and laughed until tears came out of the corner of her eyes. “Oh my god. Did you say ‘Sting?’ Isn’t that taken?”
He smiled back at her. “Spike. Not Sting. I admire his ‘go all night’ philosophy, but not a fan of the power ballads. Wanna know why they call me that?” He leaned forward with an all knowing grin.
She felt her blood racing under her skin. *What the hell was in that drink?* She smiled back and let her hand rest high on his thigh. “I think I can figure that one out for myself.”
“Either we need to get another round of drinks, or we need to go somewhere. Preferably somewhere comfortable and dark.” He leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her hand making small circles on his thigh. He picked up her leg and laid it across his lap and let his hand slide up the back, stopping at the back of her knee and giving her a squeeze.
She felt all of the sexual tension that had been building up in her for almost two years cry out for release. The throbbing in her core was beginning to hurt with need. *Fuck Angel. Lord knows I’ve tried enough. And didn’t he say to get someone? Oh, Mr. Spikey looks like he’ll do just fine.*
“My car is out front. Where are we goin
“
“Follow me. My place isn’t too far from here.”
Spike handed the valet her ticket and her car was promptly brought around. He handed the valet some money. Spike opened the door for her and indicated where his car was parked down the street.
“I live a few blocks from here. Drive fast.” He leaned over and softly touched her lips with his. He smelled of leather, smoke and sex. *It better just be a few blocks.*
She pulled up in front of a warehouse and parked behind Spike. He was out of his car already and opened her door. She reached to take his outstretched hand and he pulled her up and against his chest. He let his hand drift down to the rise of her backside and began rubbing it. “Want to come up? Have yourself a look?”
She grabbed two handfuls of his shirt and pulled him closer to her. She traced the edge of his lower lip with her tongue, then pulled it into her mouth and used her teeth to lightly scrape it. When she felt both of his hands grab her ass and squeeze, she felt a rush of hot, wet liquid form in between her legs. She moaned into his mouth and felt his tongue search hers out.
He slid his hands down her thighs and picked her up and rubbed his groin on hers. He leaned back on to her car, bracing their fall with one hand. Her tight pants left little to his imagination, which was saying quite a lot for him. He held her to him by her knees, and she was writhing underneath him, trying to make contact with him.
*I didn’t even know they came that big. Sweet Jesus, why didn’t I do this sooner?*
“Pet, there are so many things I want to do to you, but I’d bet you weren’t planning on giving the locals a show?”
She stopped kissing his neck and gave a little laugh. “Sorry, but have you SEEN you? Let’s go.”
He took her hand and opened the door to his building. They crossed the hall to the elevator, one of those old fashioned numbers with the gate that rose up. He grabbed the leather strap and flung it up, took Buffy into the elevator, closed the gate and pushed 4. He leered at her and drove her back into the corner, teeth working on the thin string around her neck that was holding her top up.
Buffy was sliding her hands up and down at the front of his pants, getting wet with the anticipation of his fucking her with what was proving to be a huge cock. He growled with pride when he felt her top give way and turned his mouth to her breasts.
He nipped at her and traced the outline of her nipple with his tongue, making it stand at attention. His hand was tugging and rubbing on the other, so no one would feel left out. Buffy slid her hands up and over her head, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of a man willfully taking her.
Spike ran his hands up her sides and grabbed her hands high overhead, grinding his cock against her. One leg snaked around his small hips and held him in place. He was kissing her like she was a delicacy to be savored.
The elevator came to a stop. Spike picked her up. Buffy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Spike threw up the gate and walked into his loft, carrying this golden minx in his arms. “Fuckin’ stupid.”
She looked back at him. “What did you say to me?”
“I said ‘fuckin’ stupid.’ If you were mine, I’d never let you out without me by your side. Christ, you’re hot. He is fucking stupid.”
She smiled and began to rock up and down in his arms. He turned and pressed her to the wall. She heard a zipper and reached down to take him in her hands. “Holy shit.”
He buried his face in her neck and sucked, the delicate vessels under her skin bursting with a combination of pleasure and pain. “Wait! No - don’t mark me, please.” His eyes darkened for a moment. *I’ll do what I want with you. You came to me.* He saw the panic in her eyes and remembered. *Probably IS some big ponce looking for trouble.*
“Sorry, sweetheart. You just taste so good. Couldn’t heyselyself. I’ll play nice - for now.” She slid down from his arms and reached behind her to undo the zipper on her pants. He peeled them off her hips and she stepped out of them. Her top had come off in the elevator and now she stood before him, naked, in her high heels.
She heard a rumble from his throat and was afraid that the few years of married life had changed her looks. From the way he looked at her, like a predator, she guessed she still had it. He muttered under his breath again, “fuckin’ stupid git.”
He came at her slowly, never breaking eye contact. He picked up one of her legs, held it behind the knee and stood against her, his cock rubbing back and forth at her curls. “So wet, aren’t you?” With her leg up by his hip, she could feel his entire length sliding back and forth, being coated with her juices.
Buffy angled her hips so the next time he shifted forward, he had no choice but to enter her. He sucked in his breath at how hot and tight she was. She threw her head back, parted her lips and moaned, “goddamn. Please fuck me. It’s been so long. Please.”
Spike would have walked across hot coals by this point. He flexed his thighs and drove up and in her, shifting her hips with his hands every time he pulled out. She felt her legs begin to tremble, and he picked the other up and held her up against the wall.
“Mmm, keep squeezing me like that, pet. Jesus, God you’re so tight.” She did her best while pressed against the wall to thrust back and meet him each time, clenching her muscles around him every time he tried to pull out of her. He buried his face in her neck and cried out to her as he felt his balls tighten with his release. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she felt her own orgasm slam into her, followed by several small shudders.
Not letting go of his hold on her, he caught her mouth for a passionate kiss and carried her to his bed. After a few moments of their tongues replaying recent events, he sat up and grabbed a pack of smokes next to the bed. As he lit it and inhaled he asked, “So, Ms. Summers. What’s your number and can we do that again as soon as bloody possible?”
~~~~~
TBC.. I promise!
He took her hand and tucked it under his arm. He elbowed a path to the front of the club and found a nook under the stairs equipped with a small sofa and a screen to block out noise. He let her sit and get comfortable, then lit himself a new smoke. She put her arm along the back of the couch and did her best to pose seductively *oh my god, do I look stupid? Is my ass hanging out of these pants? Stupid low cut leather.*
“Pet, I never caught your name.”
“Didn’t give it.”
Oh, he liked this one. He loved it when girls played hard to get with their mouths, but get on it with their bodies. *My god, her ass is hanging out of those pants. Mmm. Low cut leather.*
“Buffy. Buffy Je- Buffy Summers.”
He choked back a cough. “Buffy? Like, ohmigod, my name is like, totally Buffy?”
She sat up and gave him a scathing look. “Buffy, like, so buff I could kick your ass. What’s your name? Wait let me guess: it’s something manly like Al or Brick.”
“Spike.”
She leaned her head back on the arm of the sofa and laughed until tears came out of the corner of her eyes. “Oh my god. Did you say ‘Sting?’ Isn’t that taken?”
He smiled back at her. “Spike. Not Sting. I admire his ‘go all night’ philosophy, but not a fan of the power ballads. Wanna know why they call me that?” He leaned forward with an all knowing grin.
She felt her blood racing under her skin. *What the hell was in that drink?* She smiled back and let her hand rest high on his thigh. “I think I can figure that one out for myself.”
“Either we need to get another round of drinks, or we need to go somewhere. Preferably somewhere comfortable and dark.” He leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her hand making small circles on his thigh. He picked up her leg and laid it across his lap and let his hand slide up the back, stopping at the back of her knee and giving her a squeeze.
She felt all of the sexual tension that had been building up in her for almost two years cry out for release. The throbbing in her core was beginning to hurt with need. *Fuck Angel. Lord knows I’ve tried enough. And didn’t he say to get someone? Oh, Mr. Spikey looks like he’ll do just fine.*
“My car is out front. Where are we goin
“
“Follow me. My place isn’t too far from here.”
Spike handed the valet her ticket and her car was promptly brought around. He handed the valet some money. Spike opened the door for her and indicated where his car was parked down the street.
“I live a few blocks from here. Drive fast.” He leaned over and softly touched her lips with his. He smelled of leather, smoke and sex. *It better just be a few blocks.*
She pulled up in front of a warehouse and parked behind Spike. He was out of his car already and opened her door. She reached to take his outstretched hand and he pulled her up and against his chest. He let his hand drift down to the rise of her backside and began rubbing it. “Want to come up? Have yourself a look?”
She grabbed two handfuls of his shirt and pulled him closer to her. She traced the edge of his lower lip with her tongue, then pulled it into her mouth and used her teeth to lightly scrape it. When she felt both of his hands grab her ass and squeeze, she felt a rush of hot, wet liquid form in between her legs. She moaned into his mouth and felt his tongue search hers out.
He slid his hands down her thighs and picked her up and rubbed his groin on hers. He leaned back on to her car, bracing their fall with one hand. Her tight pants left little to his imagination, which was saying quite a lot for him. He held her to him by her knees, and she was writhing underneath him, trying to make contact with him.
*I didn’t even know they came that big. Sweet Jesus, why didn’t I do this sooner?*
“Pet, there are so many things I want to do to you, but I’d bet you weren’t planning on giving the locals a show?”
She stopped kissing his neck and gave a little laugh. “Sorry, but have you SEEN you? Let’s go.”
He took her hand and opened the door to his building. They crossed the hall to the elevator, one of those old fashioned numbers with the gate that rose up. He grabbed the leather strap and flung it up, took Buffy into the elevator, closed the gate and pushed 4. He leered at her and drove her back into the corner, teeth working on the thin string around her neck that was holding her top up.
Buffy was sliding her hands up and down at the front of his pants, getting wet with the anticipation of his fucking her with what was proving to be a huge cock. He growled with pride when he felt her top give way and turned his mouth to her breasts.
He nipped at her and traced the outline of her nipple with his tongue, making it stand at attention. His hand was tugging and rubbing on the other, so no one would feel left out. Buffy slid her hands up and over her head, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of a man willfully taking her.
Spike ran his hands up her sides and grabbed her hands high overhead, grinding his cock against her. One leg snaked around his small hips and held him in place. He was kissing her like she was a delicacy to be savored.
The elevator came to a stop. Spike picked her up. Buffy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Spike threw up the gate and walked into his loft, carrying this golden minx in his arms. “Fuckin’ stupid.”
She looked back at him. “What did you say to me?”
“I said ‘fuckin’ stupid.’ If you were mine, I’d never let you out without me by your side. Christ, you’re hot. He is fucking stupid.”
She smiled and began to rock up and down in his arms. He turned and pressed her to the wall. She heard a zipper and reached down to take him in her hands. “Holy shit.”
He buried his face in her neck and sucked, the delicate vessels under her skin bursting with a combination of pleasure and pain. “Wait! No - don’t mark me, please.” His eyes darkened for a moment. *I’ll do what I want with you. You came to me.* He saw the panic in her eyes and remembered. *Probably IS some big ponce looking for trouble.*
“Sorry, sweetheart. You just taste so good. Couldn’t heyselyself. I’ll play nice - for now.” She slid down from his arms and reached behind her to undo the zipper on her pants. He peeled them off her hips and she stepped out of them. Her top had come off in the elevator and now she stood before him, naked, in her high heels.
She heard a rumble from his throat and was afraid that the few years of married life had changed her looks. From the way he looked at her, like a predator, she guessed she still had it. He muttered under his breath again, “fuckin’ stupid git.”
He came at her slowly, never breaking eye contact. He picked up one of her legs, held it behind the knee and stood against her, his cock rubbing back and forth at her curls. “So wet, aren’t you?” With her leg up by his hip, she could feel his entire length sliding back and forth, being coated with her juices.
Buffy angled her hips so the next time he shifted forward, he had no choice but to enter her. He sucked in his breath at how hot and tight she was. She threw her head back, parted her lips and moaned, “goddamn. Please fuck me. It’s been so long. Please.”
Spike would have walked across hot coals by this point. He flexed his thighs and drove up and in her, shifting her hips with his hands every time he pulled out. She felt her legs begin to tremble, and he picked the other up and held her up against the wall.
“Mmm, keep squeezing me like that, pet. Jesus, God you’re so tight.” She did her best while pressed against the wall to thrust back and meet him each time, clenching her muscles around him every time he tried to pull out of her. He buried his face in her neck and cried out to her as he felt his balls tighten with his release. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she felt her own orgasm slam into her, followed by several small shudders.
Not letting go of his hold on her, he caught her mouth for a passionate kiss and carried her to his bed. After a few moments of their tongues replaying recent events, he sat up and grabbed a pack of smokes next to the bed. As he lit it and inhaled he asked, “So, Ms. Summers. What’s your number and can we do that again as soon as bloody possible?”
~~~~~
TBC.. I promise!