Second Chances

Spike carried her into the room, kissing her along the way. He laid her on the
bed and just stood there, gazing at her. Buffy sat up as she shyly covered her
naked breasts and jumped when he kicked the bed.

“None of that,” he said, licking his lips. “You’re
beautiful, you have nothing to hide.”

Buffy blushed and unwrapped her arms from around herself.

Spike lit a few candles that were on his dresser and nightstand and before
coming back to the foot of the bed. He pulled his shirt from over his head and
kicked off his shoes.

Buffy watched, her eyes slowly moving down his form, until they rested on his
belt buckle. Then she gulped, and looked at his face.

Spike grinned as he began to unbuckle his belt and slowly unzipped his pants,
letting them drop to the floor, and somehow Buffy wasn’t surprised that
he went commando.

“See anything you like?”

“Uh …”

“What?”

“Nothing …”

Spike tilted his head and looked at her, “Are oka okay? Did you change
your mind?”

Buffy shook her head slowly, “Oh, no … it’s just …”

“Just what?”

A beat.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Buffy breathed.

“Now love,” Spike said grinning, “I think I’m the one
that’s supposed to be telling you that, now come on …” He
kneeled in front of the bed, “Off with these.” He unbuttoned her
jeans and when he said lift, she did. He pulled them down and off, then went
for her panties.

“Wait.”

Spike knew it. He knew she was going to stop, and he cursed himself for going
too fast with her. He’d been alone so long, and she had come along, wanting
to know everything about him. She was actually interested in him. First day,
she opened up to him more than Winifred did the first two weeks that he’d
known her. “Bloody hell,” he thought. He looked at her, and waited
for the rejection.

“It’s just …what does this mean?” Buffy looked at him
with sad eyes, thinking this was only a one-time thing. Like a Faith thing.
One time and they’re history. Hello sex, goodbye Buffy. She pouted.

“What do you want it to mean?” Spike answered her.

“Oh, well, I guess that just explained it.” Buffy looked anywhere
but at him and grabbed the pillow covering herself.

“If I …” Spike stopped, trying to choose his words carefully.
“If I have sex with you, that means I like you, Buffy. Granted, I have
had one nights stands, but this isn’t one of them. I don’t know
what you’re looking for, but …”

Buffy held her hand up, “No, that … it’s fine, I was just
worried that it was a one-night stand, you don’t have to say anything
more.” Buffy put her hand to her side and looked at him, then his hand
on her inner thigh.

Spike leaned down and kissed where his hand was, then moved his mouth up her
leg, raining kisses along the way. Buffy moaned and placed the pillow at her
side. He curled his fingers into her panties and slowly started to bring them
down.

Buffy was nervous, but in a good way. Was there such a way? She didn’t
know, but if there was, this would be one of those times. She could feel her
skin getting hotter and more flushed, and she knew she looked it.

“Spike …”

He heard her, but didn’t acknowledge her, instead he pulled her panties
down and off. Before throwing them behind his shoulder, he brought them to his
nose, closing his eyes and taking in her essence.

“Perv much?”

“Bloody intoxicating.”

Buffy blushed even more and before had had a chance to even think about closing
her legs, he had pried her them apart and looked at her pussy. He couldn’t
help it, he had to … had to smell, taste …worship. He leaned in
close, taking his fingers to separate her folds, placing his tongue on her and
licking bottom to top. Buffy shivered.

“Oh God …”

“Name’s Spike, love.” And with that, he sucked her clit into
his mouth, gently sucking on it and rolling his tongue over her.

“Yes, yes … Spike, Oh Spike.” Buffy breathed.

Spike looked up and watched her. Head thrown back, panting … He sucked
harder and she bucked beneath him. Yea, that’s his girl.

“Spike, oh fuck, baby …”

Spike continued his ministrations and ped ped a finger between her folds. He’d
never seen anything as beautiful as this woman. Lying on his bed, open for him.
Only him. He realized that he wanted to keep it that way. Only for him …
He liked the sound of that. He added a second finger and turned his hand palm
up and searched for that sweet spot.

“Holy shit!”

Yea, he found it. olleolled her clit lightly between his teeth and kept rubbing
her g-spot.

“Baby, Spike! Oh God, I’m going to come, it’s … it’s
… oh Spike!!!” She panted as she came, her essence flowing into
his mouth. He gave her clit one last suck and sat up looking at her.

Buffy grinned and fell back on the bed.

“Not going to bed so soon, love are you?”

“No, no … that … wow.”

“Wow?”

“Hell yes, wow. Now come up here, I want to take care of you.”

“You don’t have to …”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. So come on, I want to taste
you.”

What was he going to say? No? Yea, bloody unlikely. Hot girl in his bed saying
that she wanted to taste him, yea, he’s up there.

Spike lay down beside her and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his
tongue.

“Mmm …”

Spike grinned and moved up to the hoardoard, sitting up against it. Buffy moved
between his legs and kissed him again, then got situated in front of him. Spike
watched as she grabbed cockcock, touched the tip with her finger taking the
little bit of pre-come that was there and pulling said finger into her mouth,
sucking on it.

“Mmm, now that’s tasty.”

“Fuck Buffy …”

Buffy smiled at him, “Not yet, but soon.” She leaned and took him
into her mouth. Her small hand wrapped around the base, pumping slowly. Up and
down. Down and up. Her other hand gripped his hip. He swore it was going to
leave a mark. The idea of that got him hotter.

“So hot …”

“Mmm …”

The sensations of her reply sent vibrations through him. Buffy sucked on the
head then licked down a vein and back up again, sucking him into her mouth once
more. The hand that was on his hip crept its way between his legs, and cupped
his balls.

“Baby … baby, fuck.”

Buffy squeezed gently, and then rolled them around, while pumping his cock
faster. She picked her head up, taking her mouth off of him, watching him as
she pumped and rolled him.

“Mmm, I can feel your balls tightening … you’re gonna come,
would you like to come in my mouth … Hmm? Would you like that …
Spike?”

Spike opened his eyes, watching her in disbelief. Slowly he nodded his head
yes, added a weak ‘please’ then bucked. He was close.

“Tell me you want me to. Tell me you want to come in my mouth.”
She pumped faster, squeezed harder, and then brought her mouth down to his balls,
sucking one into her mouth.

“God yes, Buffy!”

Buffy placed her mouth on his cock again, feeling his balls tighten to the
extreme. With a roar, he came. And man, did she love the power she had over
him.

Buffy took all he had to offer, and with a final swipe of her tongue licking
him clean, she sat up and looked at him.

“Damn woman, give a bloke a bleeding heart attack, why don’t you?”
He chuckled and reached for his pack of cigarettes. Buffy smiled and crawled
to his side, throwing a leg over him and laying her head on his chest. Spike
his his cigarette and put an arm around her.

“What’s your real name?”

“Hmm?”

“Your real name, I’m sure your mother didn’t name you Spike.”

“Oh, well, uh … it’s William.”

“I like that, why don’t you go by it?”

“It kind of stuck; it’s a nickname my son gave me.”

“Oh? Tell me.”

Spike took a drag of his cigarette then put it out, turning his head to blow
the smoke out of her direction.

“Mattie and I used to go bowling. We were on this little league. Winifred
thought it would be a good idea that we bond, you know? A father son type of
thing. I didn’t mind of course, when I asked him what he would like to
do, he said ‘I want to throw the ball at those tall things.’ I assumed
he meant bowling so we started that up.”

“That’s sweet,” Buffy said.

“Right, mmm, yea and well, we would play and what not and while we were
playing I had gotten a strike. Well instead of calling it a strike he called
it a ‘spike’ and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that
it was actually called the other. He was so happy, and laughing, and…”
He trailed off.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s the most I’ve actually talked
about him in a long, long time. Anyway, when we got home, he called me ‘Spike
man’ and Winifred called me Spike, then well, you know how it is. They
call you a name once and you can never get rid of it.”

“Yea …”

“Is your name really Buffy?”

“Why would you think it’s not?”

“I don’t know, it sounds kind of porny, like Bunny or something.”

“Hey!”

Spike chuckled, “I guess it really is your name.”

“Yes, it is. My mother gave me that name … I don’t know what
kind of drugs she was on when she named me, but yes, that is my name …
Strike.”

“Hey!,” Spike said as he played with her hair, “Well, I like
it …” He leaned in close and whispered, making the hairs on the
back of her neck stand up, “Buffy …”

“Ooh …”

Spike smiled into her hair, “Is that a good ooh?” He asked as he
shifted a bit and put out his cigarette.

“Yes, a very good ooh”, Buffy said and pulled herself on top of
him, settling herself on his thighs and grasping his cock in her small hand.

“Got plans for me, love?”

“Good plans … great in fact,” she took his hands and placed
them on her breasts, then brought her hand back down and stroked him slowly.

Spike fondled her, molding her breasts and rolling her nipples with his fingers.
Buffy raised herself then sank on him, taking him fully.

They both moaned at the contact.

“Fuck …”

“Mmm, I know, baby, you’re so big. Feel so good.” Buffy began
to rock on him.

“No, no Buffy …”

Buffy suddenly grew self-conscious and looked at him. “Did I do something
wrong?”

“No, no, nothing wrong, it’s just … protection.”

“Oh God, I’m such an idiot.” She got off of him and moved
to the other side of the bed.

“No, no you’re not, and hey, get back here!” he said as opened
up his nightstand and pulled out a condom. Thank you God! They weren’t
expired. He rolled and faced her.

“Buffy?”

“Present …”

“Not really, get your skinny, beautiful ass over here, and put this on
me.”

Buffy sat up, taking the condom and ripping it open. She resumed her spot on
his thighs and rolled the condom over him.

“Now that’s more like it … Get back on, give me a ride.”

Buffy moaned, “Oh God …”

“What did I say about that?”

Buffy sank on him, “Spike … that’s your name …”
Buffy moaned.

“Yea, baby, say my name. Tell me who you’re fucking,” Spike
said with a thrust of his hips.

“You, you Oh Spike, fuck you’re so fucking big …” She
rolled her hips and Spike bucked up into her, “Oh!”

“Mmm, baby, you’re so tight, and wet &#;” He placed a
finger on her clit and rubbed circles over it. “Yes, you’re fucking
wet, so wet … all for me.”

“Yes, yes, all for you,” Buffy rode him faster, threw her head
back and brought her hands up to play with her breasts.

“Fucking hot, you’re fucking hot … my goddess … worship
you …”

Buffy moaned and reached her hand behind her, rolling his balls in her palm.

“Buffy, fuck …”

“Mmm, Spike, Spike … I’m … Oh Spike, feels so good
…”

“Squeeze me … use your muscles … show me what that pussy
can do … break me …”

“Ugh …” She clenched herself around him and when he placed
his hands on her hips, she bounced.

“Hear that Buffy? That slapping … my flesh and your flesh …
together … sweetest sound …”

“Oh, oh, oh …”

Spike put his fingers back on her clit and pinched.

“Come for me love; come so hard … scream … I’m so close
…”

“I … I …”

“That’s it, fuck yourself on me … all yours … feel
that?” He thrust up in her. “Buffy, do you? That’s me …I’m
so hard, and oh baby, I’m gonna come …all yours …”

Buffy spoke incoherent words and continued, “It’s … I …
Spike ... Spike …SPIKE!!!!”

Buffy came and Spike flipped her, laying her on her back, fucking her hard.

“Spike, Spike I’m gonna come again, Spike …oh, oh …”

“Do it now, do it.”

She did.

Spike came with her,her name spilling from his lips. He lay down atop her and
kissed her neck, then her mouth. He then rolled off her, disposed the condom
and came to rest behind her back after she had turned on her side.

Buffy closed her eyes briefly, and then opened them to look at his clock.

“Oh God, Spike, it’s almost six … I’m going to be a
zombie tomorrow.” Buffy yawned.

Spike wrapped his arm around her, “That’s okay, I won’t wake
you till noon. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

TBC