The Stable Series
The Stable Series
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Summary:
Stables. Buffy is the debutant daughter
of one of the 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 1
He had her bent over a stack of hay bales in the back of the
stables. Her jodhpurs pushed down around
her ankles as be pounded into her from behind.
His jeans pooled around his cowboy boots and his tight white shirt was
soaked with his sweat.
“Lil’ Miss Priss
likes it when I take her for a ride, doesn’t she?”
All Buffy could do was moan.
The hay bit into her hands as she gripped the edge of the bale for
stability. She felt his grip tighten on
her hips as he pulled himself nearly all the way out, leaving just the
pulsating head of his cock within her.
“Say it… Say you like it when I fuck you from behind.”
Buffy tried to push herself back against him.
thrusting inside her.
“Oh God, please…”
He began to thrust just the head of his dick back and forth
within her tight opening. Buffy couldn’t
stop the moans coming from her throat.
She needed to come. She wanted
him to make her come. She wanted him
buried deep when her orgasm finally hit.
Spike tangled his hand in her hair, pulling back
gently. She raised her head and turned to
look at him.
“Fuck me… Fuck me now and fuck me hard.”
He gave her his cocky little smirk.
“That’ll do,” he said as he slid his rigid cock into her
Spike tilted her head to the side and leaned into her.
pulse point and leaving a mark.
“Faster, Spike. Make
me come.” Her orders were a breathy moan.
He reached one arm around her, pulling her to him, his hand
kneading her breast through her fitted shirt.
He plunged his cock deep within her, his pace increasing with each
moment.
“I love it when you talk dirty like that,” he said, his
voice gruff as he panted with exertion.
“Oh yeah?” she moaned, biting her lip, “I love it when you
fuck me hard. Your cock feels so good
buried deep inside me. So big…”
She moved with him, meeting his driving cock with equal
thrusts of her own. She covered his hand
with hers over her breast, showing him how she liked to be touched, his hold on
her breast tightening as he pinched her nipple.
“Fuck me, Spike. Fuck
me harder,” she managed to say between pants.
She took his other hand and brought it between her legs
where their bodies were joined.
“Can you feel it? How
wet I am for you? How my juices are just
running down my thighs?”
Spike buried his face in the back of her neck as he grunted
his admittance to what she was saying.
Her thighs were coated with her cream and he had yet to make her
come. She was just that wet for him.
Buffy kept moving against him has he thrust repeatedly into
her. She brought his hand to her mouth,
drawing his index and middle finger into her mouth and sucking on them.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this pace
up. In this position, she was so tight,
all dripping heat around his cock. His
hand moved with hers when she took his fingers from her mouth and positioned
his moistened fingertips on her clit.
“Make me come. Please
make me come, Spike.”
He had her begging.
She never begged. He knew whaouldould drive her over the edge, so he chose to tease her some more.
quite let her fall was something he enjoyed to do.
He circled his fingertips around her bundle of nerves
softly, never hitting it directly. Spike
slowly moved within her as she squirmed in his arms, his brow beading with
sweat from exertion as the sun beat down on the stable roof. There were sounds
of horses off in the distance.
“How badly do you want it, pet?”
ear. “How badly do you want this?”
He brushed her engorged clitoris with his fingertip, sending
a jolt through Buffy’s body. Her body
jerked against his, causing him to change the angle of his strokes and hit that
sweet spot along her velvety walls.
“Oh dear God!” Her eyes shot wide
open. “Like that… just like that.”
Spike thrust his hips in rapid succession as he tapped her
clit with his finger. He could feel her
clenching him with her inner muscles. He
could feel his desire building to the point of no return.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moaned, “So tight.”
He licked the shell of her ear, nibbling gently with his
blunt teeth.
“I love fucking you,” he said between pants, “Love hearing
you moan my name. I wanna
hear you say it.”
He pressed his thumb and forefinger down on her bundle of
nerves, pinching it slightly.
“Fuck… Spike.
He rolled her clit between his fingers, causing the wave of
her orgasm to wash over her like a tidal wave... intense.
“Spike…” His name erupted from her lips in a moan as her
grip on his rock hard cock tightened.
“Fuck… Buffy,” he grunted as his body climaxed in response
to hers.
He thrust his cock into her with deep hard strokes as he
spilled himself within. He collapsed
over her body, pinning her to the hay bale as he gasped for air. Buffy was
beneath him, the side of her face pressed against her arm, taking in deep
breaths as she reveled in the aftermath of her orgasm.
her neck and his lips softly brush against her damp skin.
“Mmm… Spike?”
“Yes, pet?”
“I like the feel of you against me,” she raised her back to
press against him, “but you’re squishing me now.”
Spike let out a hushed laugh.
pulling his soft cock from her opening.
He hissed at the sensation of his overly sensitive skin being removed
from its warm little home. He took a
step back, reaching down to pull up his jeans.
“Right, sorry ‘bout that,” he said as he tucked himself away
and buttoned up his fly.
Buffy stood and turned around.
down her thigh and tickled her. She
glanced around, hoping to find something to tidy herself up with.
place and made a mental note to do laundry right away.
him.
Spike reached a hand out and ed aed a piece of hay from her
hair. He rolled it between his fingers
and they both watched it fall to the ground.
“Can’t have you leaving looking like you just had a roll in
the hay…”
“Right.” She ran her hand through
her hair, checking for more hay.
A horse whinnied from a nearby stall.
work gloves from off the floor.
“I should get back to work.”
“Yeah… sure.” She cast her eyes
downward for a moment, trying to mask the disappointment at his eagerness to
get rid of her.
She started to walk away as Spike pulled his gloves on and
lifted the same hay bale that Buffy was just bent over.
open loudly, allowing a tall shaggy haired man to lead a chestnut thoroughbred
mare into the stables.
“Good afternoon, Miss Summers.”
“Afternoon, Mr. Harris.”
“Please call me Xander.
Mr. Harris is my father,” he said, smiling as he led the mare into her
empty stall.
“Okay, Xander…” She glanced at Spike, quickly noticing the
glare he was giving Xander and the look he was giving her. It was the look of a
wolf protecting his territory.
Xander stepped out of the stall, locking the door behind
him. He saw Buffy looking at Spike and
the look on Spike’s face. He knew there
was something going on between them.
“I better get going.
Got a big night tonight and I don’t think smelling like horse will
impress anyone,” Buffy laughed.
“It was a pleasure talking you.
his baseball cap to her politely.
She smiled brightly.
She could tell that Spike was jealous.
She waved happily and left the barn, her hips swaying a bit more than
usual.