Tying Things Up - Chapter 3

Mouth widening into a grin he got to his feet and pulled his top off, running his hand down his stomach he watched her eyes following it. Popping the top button of his jeans, he pulled them apart fast letting his erection spring free. Buffy's mouth dropped open slightly as he stroked himself, looking away from it she cursed herself when her eyes slowly worked their way back. He was openly touching himself, his thumb rubbing over his tip before he ran his fingers back down it. Buffy chewed her lip as she felt herself become slick with arousal, her nub becoming pert once more.

"Interested?" Spike tilted his head to one side, he could smell her arousal a mile off and she did seem pretty fascinated with his cock.

Nodding slowly, she felt her heartbeat quicken as she stood, unsure of herself and his intentions. When she neared him, he pulled her roughly to his side so she was flush against his body, forcing her hand down onto his cock he gripped her tightly around the waist and grinned deviously.

"Gonna let me in?" Purring into her ear, he felt her tense up.

As he grinned and flashed his teeth, Buffy stared at him blankly as it hit her. My god, he is the big bad wolf. He's going to eat me up.

"Promise I'll be nice." He smiled again with a little more warmth--anything to get closer to her.

Swallowing down her fears she looked at his ankles, still chained securely to the wall like a prisoner in a movie. If he tried anything, she could bolt. Buffy let her hand stoke his cock as she considered his offer, she still craved him, what he'd given her felt like an appetiser now she was being offered the full buffet. Looking up at him, she nodded slightly and he grinned again.

"That's my girl."

There it was again, that possessive edge in his voice like this was more than just sex happening between two people that desperately needed to move on. It was just sex--wasn't it? She whined internally as she felt unsure of everything. By now she'd expected him to have taken full advantage of her consent but he wasn't, he was watching her patiently. Realisation dawning that he was waiting for her to make the first move she found her mouth dry and her throat tight. This was wrong; the second time should be reserved for the man who took her virginity, not for the man who was his archenemy. But looking up at him her resolve crumbled, his blue eyes full of passion she was powerless to resist him. Not knowing how he'd want it, she stroked his cock one last time before deciding against anything resembling missionary.

Spike watched in awe as she hitched her skirt slightly and facing away from him bent over, exposing her soft bronzed backside to him. Cock bouncing at the sight of her so vulnerable he took a step towards her and ran his fingers gently over her pussy and into her wet folds. Buffy moaned quietly and absorbed the delicious feeling of him circling her clit while his other hand massaged her backside. Spike couldn't believe how wet she was, she was practically dripping with the stuff. Dropping to his knees he prized apart her lips and curled his tongue up the length of her pussy then forced it into her opening, sucking her juices out of her.

"Spike!" Buffy moaned hoarsely as her insides exploded from the feeling of his tongue and the sense of need he was giving off.

"You came…that's so sexy…" Licking up her newly flowing warm juices he felt his cock grow harder at the thought that he'd just made her cum by simply sucking her juices out.

"Uungh…" Was all Buffy could managed, his obvious desire for her clouding her senses.

His fingers tracing circles around her arousal Spike stood up again and pulled her hips back towards him, holding his cock firmly he rubbed its head against her clit and smiled as her hips bucked.

Looking down at his erection, with his head coated in her shiny juices he couldn't wait any longer.

"Let me in baby, let me in." He nudged against her slick opening slightly and Buffy was about to check him on his possessive dirty talk until he pushed his head inside her gently.

"God…" It was all she could say.

His cool head inched inside her, warm and wet and inviting he was powerless to refuse her, anything she asked he'd do. Buffy adjusted to the feeling of the tip of his thick cock inside her, so far he felt completely different to her former one time lover.

"Slowly…" She moaned and he swallowed hard.

Seeing his cock barely in her was driving him insane, slowly was about the hardest thing she could have asked him to do right now. It felt like he was balancing on the gates of heaven itself.

Not feeling him moving she decided to take matters into her own hands and started to ease back onto his cock, adjusting to its size with some difficulty. Either it was the position or Angel definitely hadn't been this big.

"So…big…" As she pushed back onto him and moaned those words Spike lost control and slammed home into her, when she squealed slightly he bit his lip.

"Sorry." He tried to look sheepish as she craned her neck to look at him, it seemed to work because before he knew it she was wriggling against him.

Slipping almost all the way out then back in Spike suddenly understood why a man could lose his soul having this girl, hell, right now if he had one he would have willing surrendered it to her. Delving into her core he just couldn't believe how she felt, it was so hot he felt like he was being scalded with every meeting of their hips and her wetness made him harder as he thought about how it was all for him.

"All for me…" Spike mumbled and Buffy heard it, but this time it didn't offend her it just made her wetter still.

He noticed this, all the time before she'd been threatening to erupt whenever he said something possessive and now his possessive ramblings were getting her hot. Reaching down as he pumped her slowly, he fingered her clit and she bucked wildly.

"That's right baby…show daddy what you're made of."

Bucking hard against him, she couldn't believe how good it felt, his words filled her head and she decided that maybe she would show him just what she was made of. As his cock embedded itself in her again, she tensed up her muscles as far as they would go and got a highly satisfying reaction.

"Fucking hell…bloody…wank…ungghhh!" Spike roared before babbling incoherently as his pelvis jerked with wild abandon.

Buffy giggled and he smacked her backside hard. "Ooh!"

"Baby likes it rough." He grinned as her muscles released their grip and as he spanked her again they contracted as his hand hit her flesh.

"Spike…" Buffy mewled and bucked against him, fucking him as much as he was fucking her.

"Again?" With baited breath he waited for her invitation, pumping her slowly with his cock while his fingers danced around her nub.

When Buffy nodded she was rewarded by a hard slap across her backside, tensing up she pushed back against him trying to encourage him to go faster.

"I see…" Grinning widely Spike grasped hold of her thighs with both hands and started to gain tempo, delighting in the sound of his flesh slapping hers as they met then fell away.

"Oh…oh…ungh…Spike…God…"

He grinned wider at that, his name and gods in the same sentence. Rewarding her moaning with longer deeper strokes he was pleasantly surprised at the feeling it gave him and the moaning it made her do.

"Spike…fuck me…spike…so…big…so…ungh…good…" Buffy had lost all coherence; she was racing towards the edge of what seemed like forever.

Growling deep Spike couldn't help himself, she was practically worshipping him with her pussy as it contracted and released him continually like she was begging for more. Losing himself, he pounded her mercilessly until he couldn't take the feeling of her anymore.

"Coming…for you…Buffy…all…for…you…" Spike moaned harshly as he tumbled towards the precipice. "Cum…for…me…"

Pushing his cock up inside her hard he spilled his seed inside her with frantic jerks, the feeling of him coming and his words to her made Buffy follow him closely, while his cock pulsed and twitched her walls milked him and she went over the edge with him. Breathing hard, she smiled lazily at the weak movements of his hips, his fingers still grasping her hips tightly.

Suddenly he wasn't there anymore, turning so fast her head span, she saw him kneeling on the floor, leant forwards and panting hard. Taking a step towards him, she tried to ignore the feeling of their mingled juices coursing down her inner thigh. Something was definitely wrong.

Crouching beside him, she touched his shoulder gently and he raised her eyes to his, no longer blue and sparkling they were dull and steely.

"What is it?" What she saw in his face frightened her; he'd somehow gone from powerful to kitteny in a matter of seconds.

Trying to swallow he attempted a smile over her concern then chuckled at how pathetic he was going to sound. "…Weak."

"Weak?" Buffy frowned at him before it clicked, he hadn't eaten in several days then expended a vast amount of energy fucking her--she felt dizzy and she'd eaten this morning.

Panicking, she wasn't sure what to do, he looked bad, real bad and she didn't want to be responsible for his demise, at least not from him screwing her. Whipping her watch off her right wrist, she stared at the vein throbbing away and then at him just in time to catch him as he slumped even further.

Arm around his neck she cradled him, her heart hammering against her breastbone and fear coursing through her. She did this to him, she'd make it right again. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her wrist to his mouth but he weakly pushed it away and mumbled a refusal. She tried again but got the same answer. He was worse than Angel.

Something snapped in her and she slapped him hard across the face, he growled slightly but nothing more than that. Trying to piss him off she slapped him again and this time the growl was fiercer. Once more for luck.

Bringing her hand down she gasped when Spikes own hand shot up and caught it, bending her wrist back lightning quick he sunk his teeth into her wrist hard.

Biting her lip, she looked away from him as he pulled her blood into him--telling herself that she didn't want to witness the act. Her eyes however disobeyed her command and were drawn back to him; he was grasping her arm in both hands now and sucking hungrily. As her heartbeat doubled up in speed she heard him growl quietly as she cradled him still in her arms--trying to ignore the fact his groin was stirring again and it was probably her blood fuelling it.

She let him drink for a moment longer then when her heart skipped a beat or five she pulled her wrist away, he didn't want to relinquish it at first but when she whimpered he let go like he'd burnt her.

Blood staining his lips he watched her with eyes now clear blue and shining again, they narrowed slightly as they made contact with her green ones, not quite believing what she just did for him.

"Hope it's enough…Slayer blood…like a cure all…" She coyly moved her gaze to the dirt floor.

"S'potent." He licked his lips clean then looked down at himself, his cock angry and engorged once more, he went to cover himself but found her hand on his wrist.

"You don't need to…" Holding his hand firmly in hers, she smiled slightly at him and he momentarily narrowed his eyes as his head cocked to one side.

Bringing the key over she unshackled his ankles with trembling fingers, looking up at him as she tossed the chains to one side he made her smile. He was leaning back on his elbows watching her with a soft expression like she was a goddess for freeing him. Biting her lip, Buffy crawled towards him and looked down at his cock, stroking it softly under her fingers.

Eyes locking with his she straddled his hips and positioned his erection at her opening, still slick with their combined fluids and the new wetness that had come from his biting her. Leaning back and filling herself up with him, she wiggled her hips in a figure of eight and pressed her palms against his stomach. Drawing her hips away from his, she chewed her lip on the down stroke and Spike let his head fall backwards.

"Deep…" Her breath caught in her throat and she grinned at Spike whose mouth was wide open.

"Bloody…helllll…" Spike growled at how deep he could thrust up inside her, his cock buried to the hilt.

Moving gently against him with long strokes her eyes widened as he matched her rhythm, thrusting up as she bore down, she'd never felt anything like it. Meeting his gaze, she could see his pupils dilated and his eyes hot as his eyelashes hooded them slightly. He was lost in her eyes like she was in his, her green iris's twinkled at him while her enlarged pupils pulled him in like twin black holes. Moving above him she was like an angel, her hands pressed firmly against her stomach as she writhed on his cock with her mouth open slightly letting her moan quietly. On the up stroke, she started to contract her muscles to see what his reaction to be.

"Uunngh…damn…more…" Spike panted at her and his eyes flickered yellow for a moment.

Buffy frowned momentarily at his reaction then did as he asked, milking his cock as hard as she could she felt a tingling in her that was strangely familiar somehow, putting it down to the feeling of Spike thrusting up into her roughly she let it go.

"God Spike…so big…for me…" She moaned hotly at him and he groaned in response, flopping down into the dirt he caught her hands in his and interlocked his fingers with her as their palms pressed together.

Loving the feeling of his cool hands firmly grasping hers, she met his eyes again, as he craned his neck and when he smiled crookedly she giggled--he still loved that sound.

Growling softly at her, Spike found her moving faster, more urgently and he matched her pace with his own passion. Meeting her on every down stroke he kept his eyes locked on hers, feeling her muscles tensing against him and his cock straining inside her he grinned up at her.

"Cum…for me…baby…" He roared the last part as he shot his entire load of cool semen up into her.

"Coming…coming…for…you…Spike!" Buffy wailed as she collapsed onto his chest and panted hard, her inner walls still contracting about his cock as she felt their juices dripping down.

Wrapping his arms about her Spike held her tightly, savouring the feeling of her sweaty hot flesh against his and her heartbeat resounding in his chest. Eyes opening he felt like hell had just swallowed him up.

"Bollocks." This was the end for sure.

Buffy didn't like the sound of that, eyes still closed she frowned slightly at the tingling feeling still present in her stomach. Flicking her eyes open, she gasped.

Angel felt like throwing up.

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