Truth or Dare--Chapter 2
Title: Truth or Dare
Author: BuffySunnydale/Dangergirl78
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Disclaimer: MATURE/ NC-17 Joss Whedon owes everything. Including my soul.
Summary: Spike and Buffy meet for the first time, and Spike makes her an offer she can't refuse. Set in an AU where smoking cigarettes is still allowed in public.
I awake the next morning with a start and foggy memories begin rushing back into my head. The Bronze...Too much to drink...Hot blonde...Cemetery...I rub a dull throbbing spot in my neck and the word "vampire" springs to mind, snapping my eyes open.
I look around the room from the bed I am lying in and see nothing but a stone floor, stone walls, and what looks to be a large stone table in front of me. I hear a rustling of paper and follow the noise to Spike, who is sitting in a leather chair, reading. He is bare-chested, wearing nothing but his black jeans, and has one leg propped over the side of the armchair. Just the sight of his bare feet gives me chills. Spike looks up when he hears me stand up from the tangled sheets, and gives me a half-smile when he sees me saunter over to him. My feet are also bare, but unfortunately, I am still wearing the same black dress and black panties as last night.
I never would have pegged you for such a gentleman, Spike.
I pull Spike's dangling leg down to place it in front of him and take the book from his hand, placing it gently on a side table. I have to pull my skirt up a little to straddle him, and I make myself a place on his lap, facing him. Spike grins again at my sudden attempts to be brazen.
"Good morning, Love. Did you sleep well?" He asks.
"I think so. Are you gonna finish what you started?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Truth or Dare, Spike!" My voice raises to a shrill when I say his name. I can't believe he's forgotten already.
"My, my, my! You are a shameless little slayer. You naughty girl, you," he tsks, but he is smiling. He plants his hot lips upon mine and grabs the back of my head. It is our first kiss and it is delicious. He releases his grip and I am reeling.
"But don't you think this is daring enough?" He waves one hand to survey our digs.
"Um, it's nice and all...but no. Not very daring," I roll my eyes.
"You mean to tell me you've been in a crypt before?"
My head jerks up and I look around again. "A crypt? You can't be serious!"
Spike looks surprised. "Hey! Last night you said it was nice!"
"I was drunk! I thought it was one of those expensive minimalist hotels! Ew! What the fuck are we doing in here?"
"I'm a vampire, Pet! I thought you knew that. You thought I lived in a hotel?" He laughs. "Hotels are for nancies!" The sound of Spike's laughter calms my nerves, but I still punch him in the arm.
Ouch. I really need to stop doing that.
"OK, so we're in a crypt," I shake my head. "I guess I can handle that. I've been surrounded by death my whole life. So what did you have in mind?" I ask.
"I suppose it's safe to assume if you've never been inside a crypt, that you've never shagged a good-looking vampire in one." He is playfully rubbing the top of my bare thighs as he speaks.
Just hearing him talk about "shagging" makes me wet. "Spike! What makes you think I want to have sex with you?"
"Because I can smell you, love. And your body has been screaming for mine since the moment we met."
Damn. He's hit the nail on the head with that one.
I try to look shocked. "Look, Spike. I don't know what you think you smell. I get that all the time. Just my natural pheromones, I guess. That doesn't mean I want to 'shag' you."
Spike doesn't hesitate, and moves his hand down in between my legs. His long fingers push my panties down and swipe across my wet core. To my disappointment, he doesn't leave his hand there, but pulls it out of my panties and puts it up to my face so that I can see how wet it is. "Your body says otherwise. Make no mistake about it, Love. The only one who gets to play games here is me."
My cheeks flush and I start to get off of his lap, but Spike's large hands grab me by the waist. "And just where do you think you're going?" He pulls me close to him and buries his face in my cleavage. His hands move up my waist and around the front until they are cupping my breasts. I take in a sharp breath and he looks up at me with those baby blues. He is watching my face as he begins to unzip my dress, painfully slow. My breasts are exposed and taut, and Spike grabs the left one and puts the nipple to his mouth, licking it gently. "Fuck, Buffy. They taste even better than they look."
And that's all it takes. I completely lose control and begin to groan. I want him so bad I can taste it. I look down and he is smiling at my pleasure, still with my nipple in between his teeth. I hazily realize that I am grinding into his hips a little harder than I probably should.
Get a hold of yourself, Buffy! Play it cool!
His hand is between my legs again, pushing my panties to the side, his forefinger entering me without hesitation. I moan and push my hips against his hand.
"Do you want me now?" He asks, his lips still on my nipple.
I nod.
"Say it. Say you want me."
"I want you, Spike... Fuck, I want you."
Spike hurriedly moves his hands and grabs me under the ass, carrying me with my legs around his waist to drop me onto my back on the bed. This time the look of hunger in his eyes has nothing to do with my blood. Spike bends down and pulls the zipper completely down on the front of my dress and pulls the sleeves of my dress off of my shoulders. He is no longer taking his time, and my panties don't stand a chance. He reaches down and rips them off, balling them up in his fist and tossing the wet mess across the room.
He almost looks angry, and for a brief moment I wonder if I should be scared, but his features soften as he looks at me lying naked on his bed. Spike unbuttons his jeans and I reach up to help, but he pushes me back on to the mattress. He unzips his jeans and pulls them slowly off of his hips, teasing me until I can see his massive cock. I let out a slow breath that's almost a whistle and he pulls the jeans off completely, throwing them next to my panties on the floor.
Looking down at me, he runs his right hand from my collarbone down to my pelvis and around to my ass, squeezing it, hard. He bends down and hooks his arm under my knee, pulling my knee up next to his face and suddenly I feel him start to push his rock hard cock into my wet and aching center. I am not used to someone his size, so he has to enter me slowly, and then the feeling of him inside me is better than anything I have ever experienced. I let out a loud moan and he covers my mouth with his, kissing me hard, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
He pulls my leg up even further until it is over his shoulder, and I can feel every inch of him inside of me. As he moves his hips up and down, in and out, he is trying to be gentle, but I can tell he wants to pound me.
"Harder." I beg, and he takes it as a command. The rhythm of his hips increases and he is pummeling me, causing enough friction between our bodies to start a fire. The headboard is squeaking so loudly I am briefly afraid we might break it.
I bring my focus back to Spike's face and notice the beads of sweat on his forehead. I reach up to wipe them away, and realize that the action might seem a little too romantic for his taste. Instead I grab onto his hair and pull. Spike moans and changes the position of his hips. The slight change in position sends me over the edge and I reach down and rub my clit to intensify the orgasm that I know is on its way.
"No, no, no," Spike shakes his head and grabs my wrists, pulling them until they are lying over my head. "I'll take care of that." With one hand, he is holding my wrists above my head, while the other begins to circle my clit. He doesn't even need to move and I am done for. Fireworks explode around me and my body quivers and convulses. My orgasm gives Spike permission to have his own, and he releases into me. He collapses onto my naked body and we are both spent. Trailing my fingers up and down his spine, I fall asleep.
I awake a few hours later and Spike is lying behind me, in a spooning position. I yawn and stretch my legs and feel his cock grow hard against my ass.
Again, Spike?
I grin with satisfaction. It feels good to be wanted this much.
I start to get up and he grabs me by the right breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers. There's no way I'm leaving now. I feign a yawn again and press my backside further against him, making him grow harder, and I pretend not to notice. His hand is kneading my breast from behind and he puts his face over mine to tickle my earlobe with his tongue.
Unnngh.
After a few moments of teasing his cock with my backside, I know it is obvious to him how wet I am. I reach around to grab his member in my hand. I can hear his breathing intensify in my ear and feel his cock grow larger than I thought possible. I push my ass a little closer and prop my right leg over his. Swiftly I pull his cock until it is inside of me. He groans with pleasure and gives my nipple a hard squeeze with his fingers while his cock rubs me from inside at exactly the right spot. Spike reaches up and pulls my long hair to the side so that he can kiss the back of my neck and then reaches back down to press on my clit with his experienced fingers. "You like that?" he whispers.
It is all too much. We are both coming at the same time and for a moment I worry that we might actually wake the dead.
Author: BuffySunnydale/Dangergirl78
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Disclaimer: MATURE/ NC-17 Joss Whedon owes everything. Including my soul.
Summary: Spike and Buffy meet for the first time, and Spike makes her an offer she can't refuse. Set in an AU where smoking cigarettes is still allowed in public.
I awake the next morning with a start and foggy memories begin rushing back into my head. The Bronze...Too much to drink...Hot blonde...Cemetery...I rub a dull throbbing spot in my neck and the word "vampire" springs to mind, snapping my eyes open.
I look around the room from the bed I am lying in and see nothing but a stone floor, stone walls, and what looks to be a large stone table in front of me. I hear a rustling of paper and follow the noise to Spike, who is sitting in a leather chair, reading. He is bare-chested, wearing nothing but his black jeans, and has one leg propped over the side of the armchair. Just the sight of his bare feet gives me chills. Spike looks up when he hears me stand up from the tangled sheets, and gives me a half-smile when he sees me saunter over to him. My feet are also bare, but unfortunately, I am still wearing the same black dress and black panties as last night.
I never would have pegged you for such a gentleman, Spike.
I pull Spike's dangling leg down to place it in front of him and take the book from his hand, placing it gently on a side table. I have to pull my skirt up a little to straddle him, and I make myself a place on his lap, facing him. Spike grins again at my sudden attempts to be brazen.
"Good morning, Love. Did you sleep well?" He asks.
"I think so. Are you gonna finish what you started?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Truth or Dare, Spike!" My voice raises to a shrill when I say his name. I can't believe he's forgotten already.
"My, my, my! You are a shameless little slayer. You naughty girl, you," he tsks, but he is smiling. He plants his hot lips upon mine and grabs the back of my head. It is our first kiss and it is delicious. He releases his grip and I am reeling.
"But don't you think this is daring enough?" He waves one hand to survey our digs.
"Um, it's nice and all...but no. Not very daring," I roll my eyes.
"You mean to tell me you've been in a crypt before?"
My head jerks up and I look around again. "A crypt? You can't be serious!"
Spike looks surprised. "Hey! Last night you said it was nice!"
"I was drunk! I thought it was one of those expensive minimalist hotels! Ew! What the fuck are we doing in here?"
"I'm a vampire, Pet! I thought you knew that. You thought I lived in a hotel?" He laughs. "Hotels are for nancies!" The sound of Spike's laughter calms my nerves, but I still punch him in the arm.
Ouch. I really need to stop doing that.
"OK, so we're in a crypt," I shake my head. "I guess I can handle that. I've been surrounded by death my whole life. So what did you have in mind?" I ask.
"I suppose it's safe to assume if you've never been inside a crypt, that you've never shagged a good-looking vampire in one." He is playfully rubbing the top of my bare thighs as he speaks.
Just hearing him talk about "shagging" makes me wet. "Spike! What makes you think I want to have sex with you?"
"Because I can smell you, love. And your body has been screaming for mine since the moment we met."
Damn. He's hit the nail on the head with that one.
I try to look shocked. "Look, Spike. I don't know what you think you smell. I get that all the time. Just my natural pheromones, I guess. That doesn't mean I want to 'shag' you."
Spike doesn't hesitate, and moves his hand down in between my legs. His long fingers push my panties down and swipe across my wet core. To my disappointment, he doesn't leave his hand there, but pulls it out of my panties and puts it up to my face so that I can see how wet it is. "Your body says otherwise. Make no mistake about it, Love. The only one who gets to play games here is me."
My cheeks flush and I start to get off of his lap, but Spike's large hands grab me by the waist. "And just where do you think you're going?" He pulls me close to him and buries his face in my cleavage. His hands move up my waist and around the front until they are cupping my breasts. I take in a sharp breath and he looks up at me with those baby blues. He is watching my face as he begins to unzip my dress, painfully slow. My breasts are exposed and taut, and Spike grabs the left one and puts the nipple to his mouth, licking it gently. "Fuck, Buffy. They taste even better than they look."
And that's all it takes. I completely lose control and begin to groan. I want him so bad I can taste it. I look down and he is smiling at my pleasure, still with my nipple in between his teeth. I hazily realize that I am grinding into his hips a little harder than I probably should.
Get a hold of yourself, Buffy! Play it cool!
His hand is between my legs again, pushing my panties to the side, his forefinger entering me without hesitation. I moan and push my hips against his hand.
"Do you want me now?" He asks, his lips still on my nipple.
I nod.
"Say it. Say you want me."
"I want you, Spike... Fuck, I want you."
Spike hurriedly moves his hands and grabs me under the ass, carrying me with my legs around his waist to drop me onto my back on the bed. This time the look of hunger in his eyes has nothing to do with my blood. Spike bends down and pulls the zipper completely down on the front of my dress and pulls the sleeves of my dress off of my shoulders. He is no longer taking his time, and my panties don't stand a chance. He reaches down and rips them off, balling them up in his fist and tossing the wet mess across the room.
He almost looks angry, and for a brief moment I wonder if I should be scared, but his features soften as he looks at me lying naked on his bed. Spike unbuttons his jeans and I reach up to help, but he pushes me back on to the mattress. He unzips his jeans and pulls them slowly off of his hips, teasing me until I can see his massive cock. I let out a slow breath that's almost a whistle and he pulls the jeans off completely, throwing them next to my panties on the floor.
Looking down at me, he runs his right hand from my collarbone down to my pelvis and around to my ass, squeezing it, hard. He bends down and hooks his arm under my knee, pulling my knee up next to his face and suddenly I feel him start to push his rock hard cock into my wet and aching center. I am not used to someone his size, so he has to enter me slowly, and then the feeling of him inside me is better than anything I have ever experienced. I let out a loud moan and he covers my mouth with his, kissing me hard, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
He pulls my leg up even further until it is over his shoulder, and I can feel every inch of him inside of me. As he moves his hips up and down, in and out, he is trying to be gentle, but I can tell he wants to pound me.
"Harder." I beg, and he takes it as a command. The rhythm of his hips increases and he is pummeling me, causing enough friction between our bodies to start a fire. The headboard is squeaking so loudly I am briefly afraid we might break it.
I bring my focus back to Spike's face and notice the beads of sweat on his forehead. I reach up to wipe them away, and realize that the action might seem a little too romantic for his taste. Instead I grab onto his hair and pull. Spike moans and changes the position of his hips. The slight change in position sends me over the edge and I reach down and rub my clit to intensify the orgasm that I know is on its way.
"No, no, no," Spike shakes his head and grabs my wrists, pulling them until they are lying over my head. "I'll take care of that." With one hand, he is holding my wrists above my head, while the other begins to circle my clit. He doesn't even need to move and I am done for. Fireworks explode around me and my body quivers and convulses. My orgasm gives Spike permission to have his own, and he releases into me. He collapses onto my naked body and we are both spent. Trailing my fingers up and down his spine, I fall asleep.
I awake a few hours later and Spike is lying behind me, in a spooning position. I yawn and stretch my legs and feel his cock grow hard against my ass.
Again, Spike?
I grin with satisfaction. It feels good to be wanted this much.
I start to get up and he grabs me by the right breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers. There's no way I'm leaving now. I feign a yawn again and press my backside further against him, making him grow harder, and I pretend not to notice. His hand is kneading my breast from behind and he puts his face over mine to tickle my earlobe with his tongue.
Unnngh.
After a few moments of teasing his cock with my backside, I know it is obvious to him how wet I am. I reach around to grab his member in my hand. I can hear his breathing intensify in my ear and feel his cock grow larger than I thought possible. I push my ass a little closer and prop my right leg over his. Swiftly I pull his cock until it is inside of me. He groans with pleasure and gives my nipple a hard squeeze with his fingers while his cock rubs me from inside at exactly the right spot. Spike reaches up and pulls my long hair to the side so that he can kiss the back of my neck and then reaches back down to press on my clit with his experienced fingers. "You like that?" he whispers.
It is all too much. We are both coming at the same time and for a moment I worry that we might actually wake the dead.