The Stable Series
ch. 3
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Summary:
Stables. Buffy is the debutant daughter
of one of wea wealthiest race horse breeders.
They have a torrid love affair that was first all about sex, but in the
end… feelings always show up. AU
SPUFFY. Rated NC17.
Disclaimer:
thing except for my wicked imagination.
All characters and whatnot belong to Joss Whedon, 20th Century
Fox, and Mutant Enemy productions. I’m
sure UPN and the WB had a say in there somewhere, too.
Author's Note:
more than welcomed and encouraged.
Chapter 3
“So, this is your bed, pet?”
“Uh huh,” she moaned slowly.
She had her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved within
her, his hard cock stroking her insides as he fucked her slowly.
she gasped. Their bodies shined with
perspiration from his tantric pace.
“Did you lock the door?”
Buffy arched her back pressing herself against his chest,
raking her fingers through his hair.
“Oh God… yes… door locked.
No one will ever know,” she punctuated her words with small breathy moans
as she spoke.
He moved above her with his hips still gliding against hers
as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, trailing open mouthed kisses
till he reached her ear. She tasted of
salt from their sweat and her pear lotion.
“Is that what you want Buffy?” He whispered in her ear, “For
no one to know?”
He bit down on her earlobe nibbling with his blunt
teeth. Buffy gasped.
hit every spot. Spike began moving
faster. Their bodies slipping back and
forth as his thrusts became more forceful.
“Answer me…” He grunted.
Spike fisted his hand in her golden mane pulling slightly to
emphasize his words. Her scalp began to
tingle from his rough treatment. She
matched his pace thrust for thrust fucking herself on his cock.
“Keeping me your dirty little secret, are you?”
lasslass=MsoNormal>Buffy just moaned in pleasure not answering any of his
questions. She never truly thought of it
that way. To her their moments were
something special, hers and no one else’s.
They were moments where she could be who she was and not what her father
wanted her to be. She was just Buffy
with Spike. He was her secret.
would be taken away from her.
Buffy’s silence only fueled his anger.
it. He refused to let her know how much
it hurt him though. He brought his hand
between their bodies seeking out her bundle of nerves.
times before rubbing it back and forth making her legs clamp around his waist.
“Oh shit, Spike… don’t stop… please don’t stop!”
“That’s right.... gonna make you come…”
Spike lowered his face to her breast sucking her nipple
between his lips and grazing it with his teeth.
His tongue lavished attention on her nipples untill she was writhing in
ecstasy beneath him. He heard her sharp
intake of breath as her walls fluttered and gripped his dick as she reached her
climax. Her hands clutched at his
shoulders causing her nails to bite into his flesh.
her scream out in surprise.
Spike quickly covered her lips with his own swallowing her
cries as he finally gave in filling her with his milky come.
mouth to him, tasting his tongue with hers.
through her soft hair holding her to him as they kissed.
at him.
“That was like… whoa,” she let out a little giggle, “Think
anyone heard us?”
Spike rolled off of her lying on his back panting.
she lay in her bed still within arms reach, but she didn’t touch him.
Buffy looked over at Spike and smiled.
night stand she saw what time it was.
Climbing out of the bed, she swore to herself, as she went to her closet
pulling out clothes.
“Where you off to, pet?
What? No cuddle?”
‘Couldn’t wait to get away fromI seI see,’ he thought.
“I completely forgot.
I have to meet up with Riley in like an hour,” she said as she went to
her bathroom to start the shower.
Any post orgasmic bliss was shattered at the mention of some
guy’s name. After fucking him she was
eager to run off on some date. Spike got
off the bed trying to hide the hurt look on his face as he went about finding
his jeans. His clothes were scattered
all over her room from their earlier excitement.
had quickly showered walking out with just a towel wrapped around her.
Spike pushed himself off her bed trying is best to be
aloof. If this was just a fuck to her
then it will be just a fuck to him. What
he felt for her was now gone. Dead and
buried. He had been burnt enough times
to know how to let things go. First
Cicely, then Dru, and now Buffy.
‘I sure know how to pick them don’t I,’ he mentally chided
himself.
“Right then… Enjoy your date.
slightly in a good bye.
“What?” She turned
looking at him confused.
He made it all the way to hoor.oor.
say something… anything.
“Spike wait,” she came up behind him still wearing just her
towel, “Don’t act like this. He’s jumy dmy dad’s friend’s son.”
Spike stood staring at the door.
probably never appreciate her for who she truly was.
that she secretly ate ice cream every day even though her father had her on a
diet or that she loved her horses more than she did people.
an Ivy leaguer, everything was handed to me on a silver platter, military hair
cut pansy boy that could never make her come like he could.
worse than any other woman in his life.
“Thanks for the fuck.
Have a nice night out, Buffy.”
He spat her name out in such a way that she took a step back
in shock. She watched him unlock the
door and leave without another word. She
was in shock. She didn’t understand
what she did wrong.
Spike boldly went down the main stair case.
floor. He wanted to be heard.
his lone cigarette from his pocket, brought it to his lips, and lit it with his
Zippo. As he crossed the threshold of
the front door he muttered to himself.
“Screw the bint. I’ll
smoke if I damn well please…”