She was in heat. That was the only way she was able to explain the undeniable itch at the pit of her belly; it was the only way to explain how her flowering center was quivering, trying to pull in something to scratch that itch, and yet the only thing Buffy was able to pull in was lukewarm air.

She couldn’t think. She was in class, seated along with three hundred fellow students all trying to comb through Professor Walch’s harsh lecture on the complex psyche of criminals, and all she could think about was having some specimen of a man push her against Professor Walch’s desk and ram into her from behind like the bitch in heat she was.

She was getting so hot, so frustrated, that she started tapping her pencil against her paper. The throb in between her legs was like a piston moving her pencil from her notebook into the air and then back down. And as the throb increased so did the tapping.

“Uh, Buffy…?” her friend Willow seated right next to Buffy had started to become worried about her friend ever since she sat in her seat at the beginning of class. She looked dazed and disoriented, lacking any resemblance to her usual cool spunky self.

“Huh?’ Her tapping had ceased unbeknownst to her.

“You were tapping really hard.”

Buffy immediately felt embarrassed. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Her cheeks heated, and she looked around to see if she had disturbed anyone. And to her surprise every guy in the classroom that she glanced at looked even more attractive than she had ever judged. The guy to her left had his hand on the his thigh, and as Buffy tried to focus once again on today’s lecture all she could think about was how exquisite it would feel if he would run his hand down her thigh, and of course in her pants.

“So before you all go and do whatever foolish thing you are bound to this weekend, I just want to remind you that your first midterm is two weeks from today, which I am sure is the exact thing you all wanted to here,” Professor Walch’s loud authoritative voice permeated through the auditorium, her final declaration signaling the end of class. Everyone started getting up from their chairs, especially Buffy who was looking forward to running off to her dorm and masturbate the day away.

“So have you gotten all your books yet?” chirped Willow. The new semester had only started a week ago, and although Willow had already bought and read most of her books, she wouldn’t be surprised if Buffy, the procrastinator that she is, had forgotten to buy her books.

“Damn, I forgot,” Buffy pouted. Buffy had been thinking which toy she was going to use to dull the throb in between her thighs. She only had a half an hour to spare till her roommate was going to return to their room, and with the long line in the bookstore she knew she wouldn’t make it back in time to attend to herself. She took a deep breath, she would just have to wait, and probably go crazy in the mean time.

“Thanks for reminding me, do you want to come with?”

“Well you do know how I love my books, but I promised to meet Tara at the Espresso Pump, sorry.”

“Its okay Wills, go have fun with your lovely lady. Maybe I’ll see you at the Bronze later.” And find someone to give it to me like I need.

As they parted ways Buffy migrated to the campus bookstore. She was able to find almost all of her books with easy success, but she needed one more. It was a textbook dedicated to the analysis of romantic poetry throughout the ages. And when she finally found it in the corner of the south end of the library she was pulled back into that heavy, hot, unfulfilled haze. The cover of the book was that of a photograph of a naked couple. The man’s face was nuzzling the woman’s neck, and his arm was thrown over her breasts preserving the decency of the photograph. Buffy’s neck began to tingle, as if someone’s nose was running along the expanse of her neck like the man in the picture. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. Oh, how she needed someone to caress her in such a way. Her ears lost function, she couldn’t hear, couldn’t concentrate on anything but the textbook that she unthinking picked up, and that heavy ache beating like a base in her belly.

Snap out of it! Get a grip!

And just as quick as she was able to regain some composure she lost it just as fast. She had turned around too quickly and smashed hard against a warm body. Her book dropped on what might have been boots but she couldn’t tell because her face collided with a hard muscular chest, as did her breast, which felt delicious. But the contact was too brief and the friction had only left her wanting more.

“Whoa, luv, you okay,” somehow her ears started working again and she heard an ear shattering sexy British accent. Unfortunately her body and mouth were still lagging and as she bent down and picked up her text book, she kept repeating ‘sorry’ in a fumbling frenzied fashion. That was until she finally looked at him. She froze, her lips parted. He was by far the most attractive man she had ever seen. He wasn’t tall, but taller than her. His body was fit, his face was chiseled, and his eyes were milky blue. He was wearing a black oxford shirt and tight black jeans, and she almost went brain dead.

“You okay?” And then he touched her. He gently laid his hand on her bare shoulder. It was definitely a touch of concern but the warm contact made Buffy’s breath hitch, her nipples hardened, and her breast muscles tightened.

“Sorry, I’m fine, just weirdly brain dead, been weird day.” How she managed to say anything was beyond her.

“Its okay it happens to the best of us,” he laughed and smiled at her.

Oh god! Could he get any hotter?

She smiled shakily. “I hope my head didn’t cause too much damage.”

He grinned, “Believe me kitten anytime a pretty girl collides into me it’s worth the pain.”

She smiled shakily, trying to concentrate on what he was asking her but once he called her kitten she lost all ability to think.

“So, guessing by the text, I can assume you’re also in this class, I was-“

Before either of them knew what was going on, Buffy dropped her book and flung herself at him. She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth down to hers

What am I doing! Am I manic!?...Oh God his tongue.

His mouth was sensational. She felt him hesitate at first, but that didn’t last long. He was now kissing her with equal fever, his hands running up and down her sides. And then when they both needed to breath he descended his lips down the column of her throat.

“Oh, god,” she whimpered and unconsciously thrust her hips into his. He growled and captured her mouth again. Now his hands were at her hips bringing her closer to him.

How lucky they were that they were in the most deserted part of the large bookstore. Otherwise Buffy might have actually died if anyone attempted to break them apart.

His hands crept underneath her shirt, and she moaned against him. His fingers traced her back and then ran down her sides, and then once again Buffy unconsciously thrust up against him.

“Fuck,” she heard him say against her lips. His curse just added more fuel to the fire and now they were rocking back in forth both trying to find some friction that would appease them.

“Please,” she moaned in voice she couldn’t recognize. Her voice had somehow turned soft and had increased in pitch. She imagined that he liked it because he growled in response. “Please just, uh, Oh God, uh,” he thrust against her harder and she moaned a heavy sigh into the air around them that had suddenly become hot and humid.

“I got you baby,” he whispered against her lips. She never liked it when men used ‘baby’ as a term of endearment, but him saying it her in that voice made a huge rush of liquid drip from her quivering center. She moaned loudly and pushed her hips harder against him. “What do you need sweets?” he sighed heavily into her ear as his hand moved to grip her butt. “Tell me.”

“Please, I need,” she whimpered and rocked against him. “I need you, uh, to- touch me here.” As she said her last word she shifted her pelvis into his. He groaned and dropped his head against her shoulder, still rocking against her. He kissed her again, his tongue claimed her mouth, and his hand moved down to the front of her pants. At first he just ran his fingers against the top of her pants, occasionally slipping them inside to run against the expanse of her belly. “Please, I, uh,” she panted, lost to the sensations he was giving her. His hand ran down her zipper and cupped her crotch shooting off a rocket inside her brain. She threw her head back, her lips parted, and her hips started moving in a frenzy. Her hands, which had been at the base of his neck the whole time, clasped his biceps, perhaps as an attempt to remain standing. Which in the end was unnecessary, since he ended up shoving her against the stacks of books, and possessed her body for all it was worth. Damn, she had never been so wet, not even during sex.

He tugged down the zipper of her jeans and shoved his hands down her pants and immediately sought out the button that really needed to be pushed. She would have screamed loudly into the hot air around them had he not reclaimed her mouth. But it was all too much; she was shaking, quivering, grinding, she was feverish and anymore sensation would perhaps actually blow her mind. So as an attempt to control herself she let go of his lips and nuzzled into his neck. But that didn’t stop him. He was circling her clit with the rough pad of his fingers, as his other fingers massaged her nether lips. “God, you are so wet,” he breathed into her neck. “Look at me,” he commanded in soft yet gruff voice. And when she looked into his milky blue eyes she was hypnotized. It was as if she was looking into something she had never seen before, as if she was looking at another human being for the first time. He shifted his hand, and two fingers pushed into her opening and immediately found her spongy center. Her eyelids fluttered. She wanted to close her eyes and retreat back into the black smoking abyss of her mind but she couldn’t look away from him. He possessed her and she couldn’t break away. So instead she slightly lifted her head as her muscles contracted, and she released a high pitched moan of blissful anguish. The tempo of his strokes increased as did her breathing.

“Cum for me baby,” he exhaled against her neck. God, she wanted to come, but she didn’t think she could. She had been aroused for too long; she was so far away from the deep end she didn’t know how to get out.

“I can’t, uh, god, it’s been too long, oh god,” she moaned as the pad of his thumb brushed against her clit and his other fingers worked inside of her.

Something shifted in his face; as if a series of emotions were swimming underneath his skin trying to combine to form an expression. His cheek bones became harder and his eyes became almost predatory; a shiver ran down her spine, causing her nipples to become even harder. He transformed into an animal, free from the confines of his cage. He started stroking her harder, faster. His lips moved down behind her ear. His other hand moved up to her breast, pinching and rubbing her nipple, and he ground his erection against her leg. His fingers were pumping into her like a jack hammer. She was so close, but she needed to get closer. She wrapped one of her legs around his hips and clawed at the bookshelf behind her. Her mouth was wide open yet sound would not escape. Perhaps on some level she knew she was in a public place. Although it was very unlikely they would get caught considering there were hardly any people in the bookstore on a Friday at six-o-clock. But it was as if her brain was suffering from pleasure induced paralysis.

“Cum,” he commanded her. A third finger joined the rest as his other hand pinched her nipple. And then she did. She came all over his hand. Her walls milked his fingers, ejecting her juices onto his palm, and her hips convulsed uncontrollably.

And then she was at peace. The fog in her mind began to clear, a giant wave of serenity washed over her causing her to smile and then she felt someone rocking against her leg, and some of her anxiety returned.

Oh, god what did I do, I don’t even know the guy! I just jumped him, he probably thinks I’m some giant hobag, oh god, what am I going to do?!

“Open your eyes luv.” She hadn’t even realized that they were closed. She was about to open them, but she was worried that when she did she would see the eyes of a man that was either disgusted with her or expected more from her. Which she deserved, didn’t she? She was the one that threw herself at him, that attacked him, how could he not expect more, or perhaps feel disgusted by her behavior.

His hand brushed against her cheek and her eyes fluttered open; what she saw surprised her. She didn’t see an expectant look, or a look of disgust, rather she was welcomed by a look of heated awe. And again she felt like she was truly looking at someone for the first time.

“I want you,” she whispered. Did she speak first? Yes she did, and she wanted him, needed him more than anything. His gaze darkened, he zipped and buttoned her jeans, took her hand with his wet one and dragged her though the labyrinth that was the bookstore all the way to his dorm room that was 3 minutes away, books be damned. Luckily he was on the first floor so they didn’t have to trip over stairs in their haste.

She didn’t really realize were they were going or what was going on till he pulled out his keys as they reached his door and opened it for her. His face shifted again, he became the animal that he was when they were in the bookstore. She swallowed. She didn’t think she would be so turned after an orgasm that strong but god help her she was.

She walked into his dorm room and noticed that he was lucky enough to get a single unit room which equaled to no roommate and no interruptions. He followed in behind her and locked the door. She turned around to face him and almost melted when she saw the predatory look in his eyes. She expected him to pick her up and kiss her, maybe throw her onto his bed, but he didn’t, he just looked at her.

“Take off your clothes,” he said in a very soft commanding voice that was laced with a hint of danger. She didn’t feel in danger, she felt oddly safe, and oddly comfortable. She wasn’t used to getting naked in front of people; she was shy when it came to her body. But now she didn’t feel shy. His tough bravado gave a place to hang up her insecurities and forget about them, after all he wanted to see her naked so she would let him.

She never broke eye contact as she unzipped her boots and took off her socks. Her shirt was one of those tank tops that tied together in the back with a single knot and were worn without a bra. She undid the knot and let the shirt fall down her arms to the floor. His jaw clenched even tighter. As she was about to unbutton her jeans he commanded her to stop. At first they just stared at each other, both of their chests heaving. He moved towards her like a panther waiting to strike and got down on his knees in front of her. He stared up at her as he pulled down her zipper and removed her jeans and underwear. He nestled his nose against her pubic bone inhaling her aroused scent. She kicked out of her pants and he moved through her nether lips with his tongue.

“Oh god,” she whispered into the air. She wanted to grab his hair but she didn’t. She didn’t want to interrupt him. She didn’t want to break him out of the spell he seemed to be caught in. He licked her more and kissed his way up her body until he was standing and looking at her again. He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly on the mouth.

“What’s your name luv?”

“Buffy,” she whispered softly against his cheek.

“Buffy,” he repeated and then moaned as she ran her hands down her chest.

“What’s your name?”

“William,” he whispered into her ear. He ran his fingers down her naked flesh, and she whimpered.

“”Please William I need you,”

“Where do you need me Buffy,” he asked as he wrapped her arms around her bare butt and pulled her towards him.

“I need you, uh, I need, oh god,” his fingers were back inside of her and she couldn’t think. But he was going slower than before; he was teasing her and he was waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. “I need you inside me,” she whimpered, “all of you.”

He growled and claimed her mouth again. He pushed her onto the bed behind her and started to unbutton his shirt and remove the remainder of his clothing. Buffy pushed her thighs together on the bed trying to find some friction, waiting for him to join her. He was naked and beautiful and his generously thick cock was jutting out towards her.

“”Please William,” Buffy whimpered. He crawled onto the bed like a panther knowing exactly how to capture its prey. She wrapped her legs around his hips causing the tip of his penis to rub against her clit. She cried out and grabbed him behind his strong shoulders.

“Oh Buffy,” he rubbed his cock against her clit a few more times before he sought out her opening, “Buffy look at me.” When she did he slid inside of her, stretching her like she had never been stretched before. A hundred million different pinpoints along her walls sparked and sent bolts of electricity to her spine and up to her brain. Then he withdrew and thrust back into her.

Her eye lids were flickering and she was worried she would not be able to hold his gaze for much longer. Every time he thrust into her, her mouth opened, and her head tried to fall back, but she retaliated because she wanted to keep his gaze.

“Oh Buffy,” he thrust into her, pillowing his face into her neck, giving her permission to throw her head back at his next thrust. He kept driving into her deeper and deeper, and Buffy had begun to cry out in soft high pitched mewls. William whispered words of amazement against her neck.

“Harder, William, harder,” she begged. She was sweating. The backs of her knees were wet and his lower back wear her ankles were locked was beginning to perspire. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and hammered into with new fever. They both needed to find the edge. He growled into her neck and began to suck his way down to her breast. He bit down on her nipple and she cried out in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, uh god, fuck,” she cried. Her feet moved down around his strong butt, trying to push him into her harder, the heel of her foot rubbing against his scrotum that was bouncing up down with the force of his thrusts. One of his hands moved down her breast down her stomach to pinch her clit. She screamed and thrashed harder against him. The pad of his finger quickly worked against her clit. And after a few more thrusts she came screaming his name. He let go of her nipple from his mouth letting out a shaky breath against her breast. After a few more thrusts he pulled out of her and stoked himself two more times before he came all over her stomach quivering over her before he collapsed on the bed by her side.

Buffy’s eyes were closed and she giggled. She let out a shaky breath. That was exactly what she needed. Perhaps what she always needed and might need again in an hour.

Buffy had never woken up like this before. The air in the room was cool; perhaps that was why she had woken up. Her toes were digging into the bed spread seeking warmth while a refreshing chill swam across her back. She felt like goo.

That must have been some nap.

But it wasn’t a nap. It was a short retirement of the mind and body that only occurred after delicious mind blowing sex. Which was probably why she had never woken up like that before. She was also naked, lying down on her stomach with her breast smashed against a smooth duvet and her face smothered in an exquisitely soft pillow. She smiled. How could she feel so at ease? She was in a stranger’s room. All she knew of him was that his name was William, that he was gorgeous- she smiled again- that he was good in bed. And sweet. Yes he was definitely sweet. How could he not be? He whispered such wonderful words of praise into her ear. If not sweet he was definitely sincere about making her feel welcome in his embrace.

He must have noticed that she was awake because she felt his fingers start drawing lazy circles down her back. She turned her head towards him and at last opened her eyes. There wasn’t that much light filtering through the blinds in his room but there was enough light for her to see him. And when she did see him an unrecognizable feeling welled up in her belly. It wasn’t his beauty that made her hum with gratitude; rather it was the way he was looking at her. He was on his side resting his weight on one elbow, looking down at her, running his fingers down her back. It was as if he was her human umbrella, not protecting her from anything in particular but more as to provide a stabilizing presence as strong and as tangible as an actual umbrella.

“Hey,” she whispered and smiled. Her voice was not a disturbance to the silence that had once filled the room but a smooth addition to the hum from the ceiling fan above them.

“Hey,” he whispered back. “Do you want to go back to sleep, I can close the blinds?”
Her heart swelled. He was sweet; she was lucky he was sweet.

“No, I’m happy I’m awake,” she smiled. She looked up at him as he continued to run his fingers down her back and realized that at one point he had covered her with a blanket.

“This is so strange,” she whispered. “I don’t even know you and yet… I feel more at ease with you than I have ever felt with anybody else. Is that strange?” She looked up at him not knowing what he was going to say to her confession of ease.

“It is strange,” he answered quietly, “but I feel the same way. I was just going to get a book for my class and you crashed into me, and then you were kissing me. I should have thought it was strange. Some bird I never met before, have never thought of before is kissing me, but it just felt so familiar, like I had kissed you before, and yet I had never shared a kiss like that before.”

“I’m so sorry, I practically attacked you.” She smiled. She knew she attacked him and that her behavior was inappropriate, but his candid feelings on the matter of their introduction were so sincere that she couldn’t help feel satisfied with her brazen behavior.

“Its okay, I thoroughly enjoyed myself,” he smirked and she giggled in response. He settled down beside her and lifted the blanket over their bodies to protect them from the cool air.

“It was just… I’ve never done this before; I’ve never really been so unable to keep my desires in check. The weird thing is that I made a pack with myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone else until I felt like they were with me for the right reasons, or they were able to understand my Buffy brain and not get frustrated with me over some random miscommunication. And yet I sleep with a random stranger in a bookstore, I know nothing about you, yet I feel like you get me, like you know me.” She sighed, “weird.”

“Then let’s do something about that luv. Let me take you out, let’s get to know each other.”

She smiled, “My friends normally meet at the Bronze on Friday nights, do you want to meet me there tonight at nine?”

“I’d love to sweets.” They kissed sweetly for awhile, both enjoying each others company until Buffy realized what time it was and immediately got dressed so she would have enough time to shower and prepare for tonight’s cahoots. She kissed him soundly on the mouth and made him swear that they would spend more sexy time together after a night of fun with her friends.

Later, when she was in the shower she purposefully lathered extra conditioner into her hair. She wanted to sit next to him tonight and have him smell her fresh scent. She wanted her scent to weave its way into his brain so anytime he would smell chamomile he would think of her. But smell was an easy base to cover; the difficult part of her preparation involved what was she going to wear. She wanted him to look at her and understand that she was worth it; worth being with and loving. And even though she knew that her concerns were just materialistic notions she couldn’t help it, she wanted to look sexy for him. Perhaps she would wear her brown knee length backless dress. It was sexy yet comfortable, and who could forget, it was removable in two seconds flat.

She grinned. This morning she was filled with such a burning desire deep inside her belly that she was positive would never be extinguished, yet one romp with William Giles was all she needed to feel at peace again. She still felt like goo. But she was excited for tonight; she wanted to be with him again and sleep in his arms this time around.

It was almost time to leave. She quickly blow-dried her hair, applied some make up, accessorized, and exited her dorm room excited that she was going to be thoroughly fucked tonight.

Miraculously she made it to the bronze on time and easily found her friends alongside the dance floor. William wasn’t there yet. She wanted him to be there. She wondered how he was going to approach her. Would he swagger up to their table like the panther he was before they had sex or was he going to respectfully approach their table with polite hesitance like the gentlemen he was after they had sex? She wondered what he would drink or if he would ask her to dance. She could not help trying to figure out what he was going to be like. Which she knew was absurd because on some internal level she already knew exactly what he was going to be like.

There was the typical chit-chatter at the table that involved Willow explaining to Xander’s girlfriend Anya, why Anya probably offended the clerk at the bank. Xander was filling Tara in on a Firefly episode she had missed, and Buffy was looking longingly at the entrance of the Bronze.

She didn’t have to wait long. William cautiously entered through the front doors of the club and immediately tried to seek her out through the sea of young bodies. His instant quest to find her thrilled her. She new she affected him, but she was pleased that he was as eager to see her as she was to see him. He was dressed nice. Just as nice as he was dressed in the bookstore, except this time his shirt was a deep blue and he was wearing a short wasted leather jacket. She lifted up her arm trying to get his attention and when he found her she smiled calling him silently over to her table. He didn’t smile back, but his expression changed and she could tell that he was acknowledging her in his own special way, and as result she felt a warm gush of liquid coat her center.

“Who’s that Buffmister,” inquired Xander as he popped a peanut into his mouth.

“Oh, he’s a friend I made in the bookstore today. I thought it would be cool if I invited him, you know, to hang with us.”

“Any friend of Buffy’s is a friend of ours,” chirped Willow who smiled confidently at her group of friends. Willows testament of friendship was endearing but most of Buffy’s attention was on William’s journey to their table. It was as if he couldn’t get to her fast enough.

“Guys this is William, William this is Tara, Willow - Tara’s girlfriend, Anya, and then Xander who is Anya’s boyfriend.” They exchanged their hellos and William pulled up a chair to join them.

As awkward as Willow had the capacity of being, she had an unusual talent of being able to break the ice regardless of the situation. “So William, how are you adjusting to being in the states, is it weird attending a university here and not in good ole’ Britain?”

“Well I’ve actually been in Cali since I was fifteen so I’ve already adjusted. I was thinking of moving back when I turned eighteen but I didn’t have the heart to leave my folks all be their little lonesome selves.” His endearment towards his parents made her happy, and she reminded herself as to how lucky she was that he was sweet.

They talked for a little while longer everyone enjoying the addition of William’s company, especially Buffy. William had a dry sense of humor that was very witty and sharp, but he also held logical sensitivity, which confirmed Buffy’s earlier notion that she knew exactly what type of person he was. Oz, Willow’s step brother joined them afterwards and was currently in a heated debate with William about some type of British music that Buffy didn’t know anything about. Anya grew tired of the guys’ discussion and abruptly asked Buffy to dance with her. Buffy agreed knowing there was no way she would be able to say no to Anya’s offer and before she left the table she kissed William on the cheek and assured him that she would be right back. She didn’t expect that the simple caress of her lips on his smooth cheek would affect her, after all she managed to not jump his bones so far; yet the kiss did affect her, it ignited her. When they first met all she could think about was attending to the fire inside of her and how she needed him to extinguish her. But now after her quick kiss on his cheek all she could think about was what would happen afterwards when he would take her back to his place and they would embrace, both inflaming the other’s mutual desires. She could tell he felt the same way because even though his face remained the same his eyes became predatory and she shivered. As she left with Anya she could feel the heat in her belly begin to blossom. How was she going to survive the whole night without him touching her now that she knew what it felt like for him to touch her? Luckily a fast song was pulsing through the club and she was able to put her thoughts on hold for a few minutes. The dancing was helping her quell everything around her; she was having a lot of fun with Anya, dancing to the beat of the music.

Well she was having fun until she looked over to her table and realized that William’s eyes were fastened on her. His gaze was subtle, perhaps as not to alarm her friends but she could see the predator in his eyes. He was watching her like she was his food. Pride skimmed underneath the surface of her skin and she hummed in satisfaction for being able to affect him with just quick dance. His gaze was unwavering and she was completely aroused. He wasn’t next to her but she almost believed she could feel his breath against her neck. The song changed to one with a dark slow rhythm and she was swaying her hips slowly to the music. She couldn’t look away from him. He curled his tongue around his teeth eliciting a moan from Buffy’s parted lips. She started getting flash backs of their time together. Her skin flushed when she remembered how he had commanded her to undress. Her thighs clamped together when she remembered how volcanic it felt when he used his fingers to stroke her. Her breath hitched, she needed him again, just as strongly as she needed him before.

Her trance with William severed when Anya tried getting her attention. Buffy felt humiliatingly helpless. His gaze was her only support and without any type of contact she felt an unfamiliar anxiety creep over her skin. That was until she felt him behind her. He placed his hand on her hip and nuzzled into her neck. “I need you.”

She exhaled a huge breath of air that she wasn’t aware she was holding and turned around to face him. “Give me just a minute.” She knew that under normal circumstances it would be rude to ditch her friends so early in the evening, especially since she hardly said anything to them. But what she had with William was new and dizzying, and she needed him. So her friends would just have to deal. She went back to her table with Anya who retreated onto Xander’s lap, and bid her farewells before heading out of the Bronze with William.

She had not expected that he would be driving such an old car, but he patted his Desoto and joked that it purred like a kitten when turned on right. She laughed and nudged him against the car and brought his mouth down to hers. Their tongues sought each others’ mouths and they both started to groan. He moved her around so that her back was against the car and he started rubbing his crotch against her thigh. It was like they had gone from zero to sixty in two seconds. She could feel the roaring engine in the pit of her belly accelerating her arousal making her knees grow weak.

Suddenly his lips tore away from hers and she moaned in protest. “As much as I want to fuck you against this car luv, I don’t want our next time to be in front of teenage wankers.”

Embarrassed, she looked out to the face of the club and realized that there actually was large number of people milling through the parking lot. What was wrong with her, why could she not control herself? He kissed her on the forehead and walked around the car to open the door for her, got in himself, and drove out of the parking lot like a madman. The embarrassment of getting hot and heavy in front of random strangers should have been enough to quell her desire until they reached his room; but it didn’t. She was sitting next to him in his car and thinking about how extraordinary he felt inside her, how amazing his lips felt on hers, and she was getting unbelievably wet.

“William, pull over, I need you inside of me,” she semi-whined pushing her thighs together trying to seek some friction. She knew he needed her too, his pants were tented and his knuckles were beginning to turn white from his strong grip on the steering wheel.

“Oh, god pet.” He turned right on the next street corner and drove a minute further to a more secluded location by a park. Their mouths met halfway once he turned off the engine, and William pulled Buffy onto his lap. Her dress rose up to her hips as she adjusted herself so that she was straddling him. He clasped her butt roughly with his hands and pulled her hips into his pelvis. His mouth was still claiming hers; his tongued enslaved her and her body was singing in sweet submission.

He pulled the dress over her head and clasped his mouth around a rosy nipple. Buffy moaned loudly. She was not in danger of being interrupted this time around, after all they were parked near a park after ten, who was going to hear them now?

She undid his jeans and pulled him out of the confines of his denim. She moaned just looking at his thick beautiful cock. He also moaned and thrust up against her hand. She stroked him a few times rubbing her thumb against the tip of his head, but William hissed and stopped her.

“But I want to do this for you,” she protested, “I didn’t get to play with you before.”

“Play time later, I need you now,” he grabbed her head and shoved her mouth onto his. He pushed her thong aside with his free hand and guided his cock to her entrance. Without warming he slammed into her and she cried out in pleasure. Fuck, it was like a thousand tiny stars were twinkling in front of her eyes. Each piston of his hips pushed the tip of his penis up against her g-spot all the way up to her cervix. Every time he bucked against her she would grind down into him harder. Her clit was engorged and was acting like the steering wheel to Buffy’s body.

“Harder,” she screamed throwing her head back. He started ramming up into her harder and she moaned in an unrecognizable voice. William starting sucking her nipple, but she needed more. She brought her hand down to her clit and hurriedly played with herself. He cursed against her breast, seemingly aroused by the way she was pleasuring herself in front of him. She was close, she just needed a little more of something she didn’t know she needed. And then he bit down hard on her nipple and she lost it. She grabbed the collar of his shirt with animalistic ferocity and used it for leverage as she slammed up and down his cock. She was screaming nonsensical words, thrashing against him and came when he pushed her hand away and pinched her clit. Her hips convulsed against his and a rush of liquid poured down her center. After her orgasm subsided he pulled out of her just like before and spilled himself onto her stomach.

They were both trying to regain their breath but it seemed like an impossible feat. He sighed and pushed her hair out of her face and brought her mouth against his. After a while they both started rearranging their clothing, but Buffy was still straddling his hips unable to detach herself from him

“William?” she whispered into the hot air of the car.

“Yes pet,” he inquired with a shaky breath still trying to regain his composure.

“I’m just warning you that in five minutes whether we make it back to your room or not, I’m going to jump you again.”





`Fin`