Lick the Pavement

She feels crazy for doing it. It's insane and stupid, but she's aching and all she cares about is feeling Spike's hands on her body, his lips on hers. She hikes up her skirt, and feels his hardness. She wants him closer, wants him inside. Not breaking her mouth's contact with his, she reaches down, unzips, grabs his cock and -

He pulls away wide-eyed. He looks down to confirm what he's feeling is real, then back up to see matching shock in her eyes. She can't believe she did it either.

She rides him slowly at first, not breaking contact with his eyes until hers fall shut. She feels his cock stroking her inside, so hard.

He watches her lips and descends on them once again. Her wetness encases him like warm velvet. His eyes roll back, never felt anything so good. Suddenly he can't control himself. He turns her around, slams her against the wall, thrusts into her, kissing her brutally. She throws her head back, gasping and he buries his head between her breasts, breathing in her aroused scent up close. She holds on tight, pushing her hips hard against his, grinding into him. She screams her climax, and slumps forward. He's caught off guard and suddenly, they're falling, falling, and he lands on his back with a bone-rattling thud, and Buffy is still connected.

She doesn't break the rhythm, just continues riding him. He is throbbing inside of her with aching intensity, hitting all the right places. He's disoriented, but fights the fog in his mind to watch her. He doesn't want to miss a moment of this. Slowly she descends, lying against his chest, still fucking him hard, her face inches from his, searching his eyes. He finally remembers to use his hands, and grabs her hips. Lifts her and slams her down harder, while reaching up to kiss her yet again. She can't stop devouring him, she's so hungry for him. She needs to come again. Doesn't want to ever, ever stop. Her orgasm overtakes her suddenly, and she fucks herself hard against his cock, drawing the sensation out. Finally, she slumps against him, panting before scrambling back on her heels.

Spike lifts his head wearing a mischievious grin.

She's still paralyzed with shock. He realizes for the first time that they're both still fully dressed. He pushes her onto her back and kneels about her, and she watches heavy-lidded as he takes off his duster and shirt. She unconsciously licks her lips as his pale flesh is revealed, and she reaches up and strokes her hand over his chest and down his stomach. Her hand continues its trail down to his cock which is still hard and throbbing. She can't take her eyes off his length as she strokes it up and down. Grabbing her head, he pushes her mouth onto his cock. Her eyes widen and she tries to pull away, but Spike keeps her in place. The taste and feel of him in her mouth is intriguing though, and she doesn't pull away again. She pushes him onto his back and lays between his legs as she sucks him hard. He feels himself about to climax and pushes himself further into her mouth, until he comes shooting down her throat. After his cock finally softens, he pulls her up and kisses her lips, tasting himself on her.

She quickly gets up and scrambles away. Reaching up and catching her ankle, he drags her back down to him.

"Let me go!" she shrieks, trying to kick him away.

"Nuh-uh," he says, "You're gonna stay here and take it like a good little girl."

"Fuck you!" she says.

"Already did that, love," he says with a smirk, "and you're gonna get to do it again, don't worry."

He continues kissing the back of her neck and grinds his erection against her ass. She mewls and he pulls the wraparound leather away from her hips. He pulls down her thong and runs his hands sinuously over her bared ass.

"Mmm, nice ripe little peach," he says, moving downwards running his lips over her backside. She shudders at the sensation.

"Please," she gasps.

"Please, what?" he whispers.

"Do it," she hisses, pushing back into his hands.

"Do what?" he asks again, relishing his control over her.

"Fuck me." she says, louder. It's more command than request, and that makes him smile. About time she decided what she wants.

He pushes into her slick heat and lets out a near-roar. Feeling her pussy envelope him once again is almost too much for him to take. She falls forward on her hands and knees, and he begins driving into her with a feverish pace.

She bucks backwards, punctuating her movements with harsh pants and moans that drove him insane. He leans down and runs his tongue along the back of her neck. She whimpers as he rakes his teeth along the pulse at her throat. He reaches a hand around and rubs her clit, sending her over the edge. Spike grabs her hips to steady her as he finally comes, then slumps forward over her back.

They lie wrapped together for a few minutes, taking in what has just happened. Spike runs his lips over her shoulder, murmuring sweet nonsense words. She wants more.

Buffy climbs on top of him and pulls her blouse over her head. Spike groans as he runs his hands over her bare breasts, sending ripples of pleasure through her. Their eyes meet and Spike's tongue snakes out to taste her, making her cry out again.

Spike lays her back down and rises above her. He slowly starts pulling down his jeans, and Buffy gulps. It is a little ridiculous to be shy now.

She begins stroking herself between her legs. She continues her maddening little dance, stroking her breasts, rolling her nipples between her own fingers. She's never done this in front of anyone before, but he makes her feel wanton, like she could do anything and he would like it. After all, nothing could possibly shock or disgust him.

Spike can smell, and see, her gleaming juices dripping from her pussy and he pulls her forward. She poises herself above his mouth and he reaches up to devour her. He licks her wet flesh, tasting her arousal and his own fluids from their earlier coupling. It is as intoxicating as any blood he had ever tasted.

She moans as she rides his mouth, thrilled at not having to worry about hurting him. She suddenly realizes one of the incredible advantages of having a vampire lover: they don't need to breathe, and he most likely wouldn't get a crick in his neck from this awkward angle. She shudders and comes.

As she collapses on top of him again, Buffy takes a moment to appreciate the beautiful, sculpted muscles of his chest and his arms as they hold her closer. She sighs in satisfaction, and closes her eyes.

She opens them again when she feels his erection nudging between her legs.

"God, doesn't that thing ever get tired?" she asks, as he runs his erection along her thigh.

"Not tonight," he says slyly, tongue between his teeth, reaching up to nip at her neck. She moans and grinds her hips into his. "Been wanting this for a long time, love." He dips his head to kiss her breast. "Forever."

She is suddenly wet and needy again. It's as if his cock has some magical power over her. She just can't seem to get enough.

As if reading her mind, Spike smirks. "Want more, do you, pet?"

She scowls at him and grinds against him harder. He flips her over fast and catches her wrists above her head. He pulls his body away from hers, and she whines. "Spike, damn it!"

"Nope, I believe the correct words are 'Spike, please, fuck me with your big, thick cock!'"

"Never." she growls, struggling to break from his hold, but he won't let up.

"'My pussy is so wet for you, I need you to fuck me now!'" he continues, running the tip of his length along her aching clit.

"No." she whimpers petulantly, trying not to giggle, knowing she is fighting a losing battle. Her mouth goes dry and she is pretty much helpless. Her hips buck uselessly into the air, and she grows wetter by the second.

Spike is getting pretty desperate himself at this point, but doesn't want the game to end just yet.

"Say it, Buffy," he says, his voice breaking, dangerously close to begging.

"Please," she whispers. He slips into her again, driving into her with blinding force. She throws her head back on the dirty floor, writhing against him.

She's never had this before, never this raw, blinding need compelling her. It's a feeling that's addictive, dangerous. Not like her. But then, she's not quite herself right now anyway. And even if she was, she wasn't sure she could resist this feeling anymore even if she wanted to.