Geeks Can Be Hot

Rating: NC-17 all the way

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I’m beginning," Spike inhales a deep gasping breath when Willow’s thighs finally relax around his head so he can lift it from her snatch, "to wonder if you’ve," he brushes his fingers over the fiery red curls between her legs and flicks his tongue over her clit earning a squeaking moan and convulsive shudder from the girl, "ever," he moves up her shaking body to lay atop her and stare down into her deep green eyes, "actually done this before."

"I have," her brow does this rather cute little furrowing thing as she pouts at the insinuation. "Oz and I and …," she averts her eyes from his with a blush then blushes even more when her averted gaze locks on his throbbing cock. "Homina homina homina."

"Right. All this is old hat to you, innit," he smirks as he can practically see her salivating at the sight along with the very flattering mindless babble she’s reverted to. "Bet the puppy," he rolls off her to sit up with his back leaning against the headboard of her virginal double bed and shifts her around to lay between his legs with her head on his thigh, "taught you how to suck a mate off right proper," he groans at her silky red hair fanning out over his pale skin run runs fis fingers through it while imagining the strands sliding and bouncing around her face as she gets him off with her red bow lips wrapped around his dick.

Hard and hungry as he is, the vampire can’t help chuckling wickedly when another of those girlish squeaks escapes her lips and she jerks away from his leg like it’s most evil thing in the world then proceeds to stare at him in wide eyed disbelief at his words. For several minutes she gapes at him indignantly at his crude wordd hed her mouth opens and shuts numerous times on something she can’t exactly manage to say and his humor begins to fade at the continued delay.

"Lemme guess," he rakes a hand through his hair then moves it to grip her shoulder and urge her closer. "You’ve had your cherry popped, but - "

"Hey," the chit gives him another of the weak little smacks on the shoulder she seems to enjoy so much. "That … that’s just … EW!"

"Yeah, I can tell you’re repulsed by the big bad’s language, pet," he tangles one hand in her hair to hold her head still and keep their gazes locked while the other hand ventures between her legs where she continues to leak moisture like a broken water pipe. "You’re simply disgusted by everything rolling off my," he sticks his tongue out and lewdly wags it at her, "tongue."

She surprises him, this one’s got a knack for that, with her reaction. Her eyes focus on his tongue and go all hazy with desire seconds before she sways forward with her hands grabbing on to his ears as her mouth crashes down on his. Her lips open wide to allow her hot little tongue to thrust inside his mouth and duel with his. His hands move to tangle roughly in her hair and hold her head against his as she lures his tongue into her mouth and he swears she’s trying to suck the thing out of his head. Her lips, teeth and tongue all lock around the organ as she hollows out her cheeks and applies the the suction on his tongue that her little mouth can.

A feral growl builds up and rumbles in his chest as he imagines her working over his cock like this and nearly comes just from the idea. Enjoying it a bit too much, he uses his hold on her hair to force her head back away from him after a few moments.

Another growl escapes him, this one of almost possessive satisfaction, as he opens eye he wasn’t even aware of having closed to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal, eyes shut, lips glistening and swollen and parted on the panting, gasping breaths she’s drawing into her lungs after the kiss. His eyes drift lower for a moment to watch her plump breasts with their raspberry red hardened nipples move with her pants.

"Wow," she slumps forward to put her forehead against his shoulder.

"I’ll say," he brushes the short strands of her hair aside to expose her ivory neck for him to stare longingly at the pulse pounding just beneath the thin surface of her skin. "Wanna explain what brought that on?"

"Tongue," she licks his skin beneath her face then pulls back to stare at his mouth. "Bad tongue," she wags a finger at his lips and he quickly nips the digit before licking said tongue over it. "Does such good things," her eyes are going all out of focus as she watches him circling and licking at her finger.

"Knew you liked it, pet," he smirks at her then puts one of his fingers to her lips. "Now how’s about you," her tongue does just as he intended and darts out to lick at the proffered digit, "show me what your tongue can do."

She knows instantly what he means, though it’s not surprising she’d figure it out with the way he suggestively bumps his cock against her with his words, and the blush is back, but he likes it this time. It’s a nervous, anticipatory blush. A blush that indicates she wants to do what he’s asking but wonders if she can to his satisfaction.

"Just do," he gently strokes her face and says in response to her uncertain hesitation, "whatever feels good to you, luv. Only thing you can do wrong is not do it at all," he gives her a soft kiss on the lips before guiding her back down his body.

"Looks painful," she observes quietly as her face hovers over the tip.

"Is a bit," he groans as her breath brushes his cock and he wonders why the hell he didn’t let himself come sooner because he very much feared he was gonna toss off at her very first touch like some adolescent wanker.

Her wet lips press against the tip in a soft, closed-mouth kiss before moving downward to place similar kisses all over the length of his shaft.

"Christ, what are you doing?!" he growls with his hands grabbing onto the blankets of her bed and his head jerking back against the wall.

"Old fashioned remedy for pain," his eyes are now clenched shut, but he can tell from her tone that she’s got one of those goofy grins on her face that always makes him want to do wicked things to her curling lips. "Kiss it," she presses another closed-mouth kiss on the tip of his jerking length, "and make it better."

"Don’t just bloody kiss it, Red," his eyes snap open to glare down at her with the order. "Think of it as a lolly and lick it, suck on it. Lemme feel that hot little mouth of yours."

"You think my mouth is hot?" she blinks up at him shyly at his words.

"S’ a bloody inferno now put me in it," he growls.

"I thought," she’s feeling a naughty girl again and if he weren’t so damned hard he’d enjoy the glint in her emerald eyes, "that I was to do whatever feels good," she drags her tongue over his slit and laps up the precum gathered there and he has to shut his eyes to fight for control over his tightening balls, "to me."

"Witch," he snarls as she goes back to the closed-mouth kisses all over his dick. "Want me to beg, is that it?"

"Nope," she finally wraps a hand around the base of his shaft and he bucks up into the grip. "Just say my name."

"Your name?" he tries to focus on finding that little used word in his mind as her tongue’s suddenly swirling around him.

"Yes, Spike, my name," her hand starts slowly stroking and he feels her lips move to kiss his upper thighs and bellybutton. "No ‘Red,’ ‘witch,’ ‘luv,’ or ‘pet,’" she tightens her fingers around him until he cries out in pleasured pain. "Say my name," her open mouth kisses his tip, "bitch."

"Willow," he shouts with his hands goio heo her head to pull her lips onto him as he feels the come rushing from his balls up through his shaft at her last word.

Part of his mind stays alert enough to be embarrassed by the fact that his orgasm surprises her and his sudden gushing into her mouth makes her sputter and gag at first, but he’s too far gone to really care as she slowly starts to swallow the liquid spurting from his shaft while her hand moves faster up and down his length as it grew slick with the juices overflowing her mouth.

"Sorry. Sorry," he gasps as his hands pull her away from his still hard, but no longer pulsing length to drag her up against his chest.

"Wow," she gives him one of those grins and wipes a hand slowly over her messy mouth and chin. "Guess I shouldn’t call ya bitch."

"Surprised me, is all," he pants and leans forward to drag his tongue across her lower face before thrusting into her mouth to taste himself there.

t;Mmt;Mmm," she pushes him back to gaze at him with fevered eyes. "Wanna do it again," she starts panting herself and returns her hand to his length. "Still hard," she looks down in wonder. "How can you still be so hard?"

"Vampire," he groans and thrusts into her fingers. "Excellent recovery time," he pulls her forward again and latches on to her neck until she moans and clenches her fist almost too tight around him. "Legendary stamina," he groans again and removes her hand. "Climb up here," he orders while jostling her around till she’s straddling his thighs. "Look at you," he urges her to sit back on her heels.

His eyes and fingers run over her wildly tangled hair, sweaty brow, glazed green eyes, pleasure flushed cheeks, swollen and gleaming red lips, smooth pale neck already showing several red and purple marks from his mouth and teeth, full rosy tits, flat yet soft stomach, flared hips, then settle on the wet coppery curls between her thighs.

"Gonna have fun learning you," he sees her gaze has followed his down her body and drives two fingers into her delicious little pussy as they both watch. "Settin’ you free," their hips begin moving in time with the thrusts of his digits inside her. "You’re a wanton, you are," she gasps and looks up into his eyes then arches her back like the vixen she is. "That’s it, innit," he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his cock. "You’re a naughty one, Willow. Want the big bad to be your bitch?" he dips his shaft inside her then withdraws it to circle her hole. "Make you my bitch too?" she whimpers at his circling then moans in relief when he dips back into her. "Say it, Red," he orders while slipping out again. "Tell Spike what you want."

"You," her lips and body quiver with need.

"You can do better, luv," his eyes tell her what he wants to hear and she blushes again. "Say it, Willow."

"I want you, Spike," she moans and her eyes drift shut as he gives her half his dick, stretching her channel every step of the way with his unfamiliar girth.

"Like this?" he gives a tug on her hair to bring her eyes open. "Want my cock inside your quim?" Her eyes blaze with desire at his words and she nods, but he shakes his head. "Say it," he orders.

"I want your cock," she clenches her inner muscles around the item in question, "to fuck my pussy."

"Ooh, Slayer know you talk like that?" he teases as his hands push down on her hips as his slam upward to force his entire length into her core.

"Spike," she gasps his name with her eyes clenching shut and her mouth going slack with ecstasy at his penetration. "Oh, Goddess, Spike," she presses her hips down hard against his as her head falls forward to rest against his.

"Like that, pet?"

"Yes," her muscles begin to quiver around his cock without him even moving inside her. "More. Please," she opens her eyes to look into his as she breathes that sweet little word.

"Again," he groans as his hands raise her hips while his press back into the mattress to pull his dick slowly away from her womb.

"Please," she whimpers and tries to wriggle out of his grip. "Spike, please," her mouth presses sweetly against his as the plea whispers from her lips.

"This makes you mine, Willow," he drives back into her and takes the soft cheeks of her ass in his hands to press her down on him. "You understand that?"

"Yes," she’s panting and writhing against him and her eyes are wild with hunger, but he sees understanding in the rich depths of her gaze.

"Say it," he orders as his hips find a hard and steady rhythm to thrust into her.

"I’m yours, Spike," she whimpers the words against his demanding lips as her hips easily meet his every move.

"Not gonna hurt ya," he gives her a quick hard kiss before moving his mouth down her neck. "Not gonna hurt ya," he repeats as the rapid pulse of her blood beneath her skin brings forth his demon and he vamps out with no reaction from the bloody chip in his head and only encouraging moans from the minx riding his cock and tipping her head to the side in silent offering of what he so wants. "Not gonna hurt ya," he breathes against the base of her neck as his fangs slide into the soft skin there like a hot knife cutting through butter.

She doesn’t scream. She just does that squeaking thing as her hands rise to grip his head and hold it to her throat as her body shudders and climaxes atop his from the deep penetration of his blood draining incisors and driving thrusts of his cock inside her box.

Feeling her clamping muscles around his length spurred him to join her in oblivion and he pulls his teeth from her to avoid doing any actual damage as he loses control of his body to thrust wildly up into hers and shoot his cold seed as deep in her core as possible.

~*~*~

"I’m gonna need a lot scarves and turtlenecks dating you, aren’t I?" Willow lifts her head from Spike’s shoulder and snuggles her warm body closer to his cooler one under the blankets they’d made their way beneath when their bodies had recovered enough to move.

A growl rumbles through his chest at her words and he gives her a glaring look before snapping, "Ashamed to have my mark on ya?"

"No," she bolts upright with a totally surprised look on her face. "Well," she frowns for a moment, "Buffy’s totally gonna freak when she sees the bite, but no big with me having the ‘you dated Angel’ card to play if she says anything," she gives him a smile then shyly cuddles back against him. "I meant the hickeys that I’m probably all purple with," she feels him relax under her and kisses his chin. "Kinda need to cover those up if I don’t want everyone at school thinking I’m a bo bao bag."

"You have," he tips her lips toward his and kisses her deeply while rolling her onto her back, "the strangest way of talkin’ some times."

"Me?" she scoffs up at him, feeling all happy and relaxed in ways she … well … never really has before. "What about you with all that ‘snog’ ‘shag’ ‘knickers’ ‘bloody’ ‘bollocks’ ‘gob’ ‘quim’ and all that other hooey you spout?"

"That’s the King’s bloody Eng, I’, I’ll have you know," he huffs all indignant and she giggles at his expression. "Oh you’ve done it now," his expression grows all kinds of nasty and wicked and her giggles stop as she feels her body go all soft and liquid in response to that now familiar look.

"I have?" she asks eagerly as he moves to stand beside the bed in all his naked glory.

And what glory it was, she can’t believe how unabashedly her eyes look over his body and linger on his renewed erection.

"You have," he tears the blankets away from her and her eyes widen in surprise as he grabs her ankles and pulls her to the edge of the mattress. "You’ve been asking for this all bloody night," he informs her as he easily flips her onto her stomach with her legs hanging off the bed.

"Asking for wha – SPIKE!" she plants her feet on the floor and shrieks when his palm slaps down on her butt.

"Bloody Hell!"

She looks back over her shoulder to see him clutch his head and kick her nightstand furiously at the firing of the chip in his head at the smack. Confident that there won’t be any painful repercussions for doing it, Willow rolls onto her back and gives in to the urge to laugh at him as he cursed quite creatively at the ‘bloody chip’ and ‘damned wanker soldiers.’

The second her laughter reached his ears he stopped cursing, stood up straight and very slowly turned to her with a very dangerous expression on his face that instantly stopped the noise and made her gulp worriedly.

"Uh … sorry," she smiles weakly in apology as he stalks toward her.

"Not yet," he grabs her hips and turns her back on her stomach with her feet on the floor, "but you will be," he presses against her back to promise.

"You can’t spank me," she says with her eyes wide and trying to look at him over her shoulder.

"So I can’t," he nips her ear and grinds his hard length against her butt. "Just have to be more creative," he works his shaft between her cheeks to thrust suggestively and her body freezes in shock. "Cat got your tongue, kitten?"

"No," she gasps then says more firmly. "No way."

"Hmm," he slides himself along her crack a few times then stops. "Bet you’d like it," he drawls in her ear. "My big cock shoved up your tight lil arse. Make you scream so good," he moves his mouth to bite at the back of her neck until she moans and shivers beneath him. "But," he straightens away from her back and grips her hips, "I’ll save that for another time."

She presses her face into the bed with what she tells herself is relief at his words, but knows by the little whimper that escapes her as he moves himself away from her bottom that she was actually pretty shockingly turned on by the suggestion. The knowing chuckle he gives behind her makes it clear that her reaction wasn’t missed by Spike and undoubtedly pleased the vampire.

"Oh, you are a naughty one," he sighs happily as he guides his rod into her from behind with no further preliminaries. "We’re gonna get along," he thrusts and withdraws then slams home again with his hands kneading the flesh of her bottom, "just fine."

His takes a hand from one cheek and slaps it down lightly without any reaction from the chip and only a gasp from her. A satisfied growl escapes him at that and his thrusts continue slow and deep and steady as he tries another harder smack with the same result.

"That’s the ticket," he purrs as his thrusts and slaps pick up pace. "Not gonna hurt ya," her hands grip at the mattress and she finds herself rocking back on the balls of her feet to meet and encourage his every action. "Like it don’t ya, pet," he moves his other hand from her behind to search out her clit.

"Yes," she gasps out against the bed. "So good," she digs her forehead into the mattress and gulps for breath.

"S’ my girl," he grunts in time with his pounding as she claws for purchase and moans breathlessly at his thrusts. "Take it all up in ya."

The sounds they make are intoxicating and fill the room along with the heavy smell of their combined arousal and Willow never knew such things could be so good. Grunts and groans and moans and slaps and gasps mix with her escalating pleas for more and harder and faster and please as he continues to say this most arousingly coarse things until her eyes are clenching shut and she feels reality begin to slip away into orgasmic oblivion.

A sudden incredulous shout from the doorway of, "Willow Danielle Rosenberg, what is going on here?!" mixes in with Spike’s loud grunt of her name and her stifled scream of his as their bodies seize in climax.

~*~ uch uch more smut to come ... ;-) :-P