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Free Cable? by BloodEnvy
 
Wanting
 
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CHAPTER TWO

Hands grasping at each other’s faces, Buffy and Spike backed into the hotel room, lips fused together in a torrid kiss. Kicking the door shut behind them, Buffy tangled her fingers in platinum hair and swallowed a moan. She felt hands slide over her neck, her breasts, coming down to pinch her waist.

She shivered. Damn him and his hands.

Tongue rolling over hers, Spike lifted her and slammed her against the door. He grinned triumphantly into the kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Hands gripping tighter at her waist, he moved his mouth over her cheek to her neck and ear.

Head rolling back, Buffy exalted in the feel of his icy kiss. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as his mouth moved to her collarbone. Oh... God. And there went that slutty bump-and-grind again. How did he do that?

The door groaned as the power of her thrusts grew, and began to shudder dangerously her. Realising the danger, Spike swung her around. The lamp and several, long-empty whisky bottles fell to shatter and crunch under his boots. Pushing Buffy against the wall he slid a hand over her thigh and higher, between her legs.

He smirked at her. A mistake was it? This wet through jeans? I don’t think so.

Hands fumbling with his belt buckle, Buffy revelled in the wrongness in what was going on. Her thought pattern, however, was quickly given new direction when his hand clasped over hers against his hips as they rose and fell together against the wall.

Spike drove his crotch against hers, the warmth palpable even through two layers of denim. Mouth against her neck, he inhaled the scent of her arousal.

Sweet ambrosia.

Finally managing to undo his belt, Buffy moved her hands to his chest for support. Feeling the swell of his muscles beneath the skin, she ran her fingertips over his abs before returning her hands greedily to grope his chest.

With a pantheric growl, Spike spun and threw the Slayer onto the bed, briefly watching her bounce on the mattress springs before diving on top of her giggling figure. Blunt teeth grinding against her earlobe and collarbone, his hand roved beneath her shirt.

Buffy giggled and moaned as he pressed his taut body against hers. The sensual growling in her ear was making her clit throb. Eyes rolling back, Buffy ran her hands down to his waist, pulling his belt free and throwing it across the room.

Buffy struggled with his button and fly, need overpowering any reasonable thought. She knew, in her gut, that if pants were undone, there would be no turning back. But she didn’t care.

She didn’t care.

Spike’s fingers traced the edge of Buffy’s bra, the lace tickling his fingertips. Feeling her hand brush the side of his erection through his jeans, he mashed his lips to hers, and with a sensual growl, threw his hand back, ripping the shirt from its buttons, exposing her bra-clad chest.

Lowering his hand to push his jeans free from his hips, he managed to completely remove them before returning his hand possessively to her hip.

Closing the distance between their mouths, he attacked her tongue with his, rolling it into her mouth. Using one hand to hold himself above her, he slid the other down her body, briefly pausing to squeeze a breast before continuing down to her hips. With an expert flick of his fingers, he undid the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down, agonisingly slow.

His hand continued long after the zipper, dragging the denim down with it. As they got to her calves she kicked them off, all the while returning the steadily mounting kiss that Spike seemed to be in no way relenting.

The feel of his hardened flesh brushing against her inner thigh sent shivers up her spine, and she felt her nipple begin to harden through the lace as Spike ran a thumb over it.

Reaching behind herself, her hands fumbled momentarily with her bra clip before managing to unclasp it. She felt Spike’s hand grasp the flimsy material and she returned her hands to brace against his chest.

Keeping a firm grip on the bed with one hand, Spike tore her bra from her chest and once again was caught in the glory of those perfect tits. Bloody, fucking fantastic. With an animalistic grin he tore his gaze away and lowered his mouth to her breast, running teeth and tongue over her nipple.

Keeping his eyes on her face, Spike felt a rush as he watched her eyes shut and immediately widen, her mouth parted in silent ecstasy.

Arching into his mouth, Buffy groaned, biting her lower lip. As his erection ground against her through the thin lace, she felt her underwear soak through and her teeth draw blood from her lip. Hand sliding over her other breast, she pinched her nipple to match the mouth on her other.

Pushing her hips up to meet his, she raised herself almost completely off the bed.

He had her. He had her. Not even Drusilla had tasted this good. Or had responded to his touch this well. She was writhing beneath him, twisting and arching under his mouth and body. Hearing her drawn out moan, he mentally slapped himself.

He loved Drusilla. She and Angelus could still be alive for all he knew. Surely the Slayer had saved her love from a fiery death, and his along with him. After all, why would the Slayer let her precious Angel die?
They were to be “together forever”, or whatever crap he had fed her, while still refusing to change her.  And if they were alive, he would return to Dru soon enough, he couldn’t forget her.  She had saved him from... morality. Saved him from mortality. She was his forever, not this...

Buffy let loose a gasp and a sigh as she felt his mouth pull away and his grinding slow. A whimper trembled past her lips. Shaking his head, Spike stared down at the writhing Slayer beneath him. Hand still on her breast, she moved against him, desperate and wanting.

Wanting.

Dru hadn’t wanted him ever since Angelus had returned... at all. She’d used him shamelessly, playing on his affections and treating like one of her bloody dolls.  A dark emotion pushed forward in Spike, and face morphing, he returned from his thoughts with a vengeance to attack his bedmate again.

Keeping one arm holding himself above her, he slid the hand on her waist down her stomach, exalting in the reactions he got from her trembling torso. Lowering his fanged mouth to her neck, he ran his tongue over her hammering pulse.

Buffy felt the bumped forehead brushing against her jaw and she felt the hair on the back of her neck standing up in the uncomfortably familiar warning of danger. Pulling his head back, she forced him to meet her eyes, watching his expression. Dropping her hand from his head, she cocked an eyebrow.

Almost immediately, Spike pushed away his game-face, returning to his human visage. Raising a hand to touch his cheek, Buffy felt a small smile play on her lips. He really did have control of himself... it was amazing.

Swelling at the glowing look and tender touch, Spike glanced to meet her eyes, and seeing her stare back at him, he tried to shake the feeling that suddenly gripped him. Clasping his mouth over her bee-stung lips, and pushing his hand into the waistband of her panties, he ran fingertips over the freshly smooth flesh beneath the lace.

Feeling his hand glide over her labia, Buffy moaned audibly, her half-formed thoughts clumsily shaping three little words she knew she never should say.

“I... Need... You...”

At the sound of her strangled confession, Spike ripped her panties away, reducing the somewhat expensive red lace to shreds.

“Hey! Those cost a lot you kn—“ Buffy’s indignant reprimand was abruptly broken off with a cry as Spike plunged a finger into her core. Tightening her teeth’s renewed grip on her lip, Buffy pushed herself into it, spreading her knees wider. Feeling him slide another finger in and begin to pump, she let loose a whimper of delight, her lip bleeding.

After a week of trying and failing to please herself, it was a welcome release. What if this was the reason why? It wasn’t the touch that mattered... It was him. And as much as she had tried to deny it, to reason herself out of wanting this, she knew that it was him that got her off, the only thing that might. But she shouldn’t be—

“OH!”

As if knowing about her internal revelry, Spike had pulled his fingers from her, slid down her body, and ran his tongue from bottom to top. Closing his mouth over her clit, Spike once again pushed two fingers into her centre. Rolling his tongue over her labia, lapping deeper to tickle the rim of her entrance above his fingers he slid his tongue up, sliding and curling it over her clit.

Feeling her push against his face, he flicked his tongue over her clit rapidly, pumping his fingers deep within her. Suckling hard on the sensitive nub, Spike curved his fingers against the most receptive bump within her. Feeling her arch up beneath him, he groaned into her sex, the sound’s vibrations causing her to moan loudly, the throaty exclamation signalling the approach of her release.

Slowly pulling his fingers from her, Spike reached up and touched them to Buffy’s lips. He growled as he felt her suck them into her mouth, running her tongue around them.

God, the spitfire keeps this up and I’ll blow right here and now. The feel of her tongue tasting the juices of her own making was just so... hot. And the work she was doing on his fingers felt almost as good as what he remembered her mouth on his cock had been like. They would definitely have to do that later... for now... I just have to convince her to stay.

With a growl that rumbled deep in his throat, Spike completely went to town, licking and suckling at her clit and dipping his tongue into her centre, teasing out each small wave of cum as she began to climax. At the first hint of her release, Spike slid her hand under her and twisting it under her butt, he repeated a move he had used to create the first orgasm he had given her in the bar a week ago.

Buffy squealed as a thumb was pushed into her butt, bucking and mewling as she felt herself spasm against his hand and into his eager mouth. Spike pushed his palm firmly against her shuddering pussy, swallowing each wave of cum that flowed from her.

Before she could catch her breath, Spike crawled up her, closing his cum-stained mouth over hers and plunged himself in to the hilt of his cock. As he had the first time, he just started pumping in and out, the motion getting easier with every thrust, each push making her shudder and groan.

Spike watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, his tongue in cheek. She pulsed beneath him, the movement causing her walls to clench tightly around his cock. Running a hand over her breast, he slid it down over her stomach to caress her clit. Rolling his thumb over it, he lowered his mouth to kiss her collarbone and neck.

Buffy’s eyes widened as his mouth moved to her ear, tongue rolling over her earlobe. Pushing up to meet each of his thrusts, she threw herself into the movement. Digging fingernails into his back, she shoved her pelvis into his, driving him deeper than ever before.

“Oh god... oh god... oh god... oh god... oh god...”

Spike gasped as she pushed into him, her continuous babbling pushing him to the edge, his balls becoming coated in her sweet nectar. Pumping harder than ever, Spike threw her legs over his hip, pulling her completely off the bed, each thrust pushing her butt hard against the mattress.

Surprising her with another passionate kiss, he caught the taste of her blood on his tongue. The effect was almost instantaneous, the blood rushing straight to his balls. He erupted within her with a roar, the force pushing her flat against the bed.

“OH GOD!”

The feel of his cum exploding inside her pushing her to the limit, Buffy’s pussy walls shook around his cock as she came, a cry erupting from her chest.

“OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!”

Feeling him collapse on top of her, Buffy felt herself shake as she came down, the force of her multiple orgasm causing her walls to reverberate around his now semi-flaccid cock. Her panting breath matching his, she pushed lightly against his torso.

Feeling her hands on his chest, Spike rolled off her with a sigh.

“So Slayer... satisfied?”

No answer.

“Slayer? ...Buffy?”

Spike turned his head towards Buffy’s naked form. She was fast asleep.
 
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