“I could eat some cake. Chocolate cake.”
“Then cake you shall have.” He stepped toward the door, head bowed.
“William?”
“Yes, pet.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. I haven’t ever planned on doing anything… like that. Not with him.” She saw his shoulders sag in relief. “Only with you.”
~~~
“Buffy, you know…” He started, unable to finish off what he knew he should say.
“I’m sorry but you asked. You know I’ve had a huge crush on you ever since you moved in next door but you never realised just how much I crushed on you. How it went so far beyond a crush that I promised myself that if I could make it so, that I’d find a way to make you see me as a woman, as someone you wanted to be with. And perhaps, if the penny hadn’t dropped with you that night at the barbecue, I may well have ended up giving up on that dream altogether. But you did notice me. And we’re here now. And I’ve kept the promise I made to myself when I was fourteen.” She raised herself out of the bubbles a little and William couldn’t help but look at the swell of the top of her breasts and the water lapping against them.
“God, Buffy.” He squeezed his eyes closed as he fought the compulsion to just stride over, lift her from the tub and spread her before him on the bathroom floor. “I’m helpless when it comes to you. The way you look, the way you move, the way you speak, the things you say…The things you do to me…” He clenched his fists at his sides as he fought to keep his breathing under control.
“Show me. Show me what I do to you.” She looked like a goddess amongst the clouds, the room cloaked with steam, the bubbles lapping over the edge of the tub as she sat up a little more. The tips of her nipples emerged from the suds as she lifted her arms to sweep damp tendrils of hair from her face.
He gasped and then groaned. “This is wrong, Buffy. Tonight wasn’t meant to be…” He stalled again. He couldn’t even summon up the energy to fight it. His need was so overwhelming, the final threads of his conviction to do the right thing were perilously close to snapping.
“Who were we kidding? I can’t be around you and not want to touch you, want you to touch me… It’s just too hard.”
“I’m trying Buffy, look at me. Look at the wreck I am, the wreck I’ve been for the past few weeks.”
“Don’t you think I’ve not tried to? I’ve let you run away, I’ve watched you with Faith, I’ve let you send me away time after time, I’ve tried to be with Angel and no matter what we do, it just won’t stop.”
“I know.”
“What are we going to do?” She whispered.
“Getting out of this bathroom is job number one.” From somewhere, he found the motor skills required to leave the room.
Fuck. Shit. Bollocks. He groaned loudly as he closed the bathroom door behind him and threw himself down on the nearest bed. Leaving that room would the making or breaking of him, he was sure. Whatever he felt, whatever he needed… he couldn’t just take her. Not like this. She had told him she had planned for him to be her first, that she only wanted to be with him… what kind of man would he be if he just took advantage of a seventeen year old girl? He had never considered that she would be an actual virgin. He’d seen her with boys before, before he had ever been jealous of who she dated and he had always assumed that she had slept with one of them. She had dated a boy called Riley for six months at least and he had just… assumed.
His jealousy of Angel had come not only from Joyce’s warnings but also due to the fact that he was direct competition for her affection. He was the one guy he hoped she hadn’t slept with, even if she had slept with someone else before him. But she was a virgin, untouched, vulnerable, pure… His heart thundered in his chest and his pulse pumped loudly in his eardrums. She was temptation itself and she was waging a war on him and winning. His cock, angry and hard rubbed at the towelling of his robe and he shuddered involuntarily.
The storm, still raging outside, prevented any form of escape. How were they going to survive the night?
“William.” He sat up to see her stood in the bathroom doorway, cocooned in a robe that was the twin to his.
“I’m sorry, pet. This is just bloody insane.” He chuckled a little, more out of hysteria than joy.
“Yeah.” She looked stung by his reaction and moved around the room to settle on the other bed.
“I don’t mean – shit. I mean that everything you just said to me in there is what I’ve been dreaming you’d say to me in my wildest fantasies. Like you’ve not slept with the ponce, you’ve wanted me forever, you’ve saved yourself for me...” He swung his legs across the bed so he could sit up and face her.
She was curled up at the head of the bed, her legs tucked under her robe.
“But even though it’s what I wanted to hear more than anything in this lifetime, it makes things even more complicated. I can’t just… let you give yourself to me like that. You’re bloody seventeen and I’m knocking on thirty and no matter what you might think now, give it a couple of years and you’ll wonder what you saw in an old joker like me.” He finished softly, trying not only to convince her that he was right but also himself.
“I may be seventeen but I know how I feel.” Her eyes sparked with the beginnings of anger. How dare he patronise her like that?
“And don’t for a second think that I don’t feel the same-”
“Does that mean in a couple of years you’ll wonder what you saw in a school girl like me?” She challenged.
Crap. “That’s not fair, love.”
“Oh, it so is. If you see fit to trivialise my feelings, why shouldn’t I do the same with yours?”
“You know that’s not how I feel about you. I just don’t want you to regret-”
“Stop it. Stop protecting me. Stop shielding me from things that I should be allowed to see.”
“Like what?” He looked puzzled now.
“Like what I do to you. I’ve seen those flashes in your eyes, the way your eyes darken when they look at me. Remember that day in your kitchen and you took my hand and pressed it against you and you moaned so loudly…” Her breath sped up as she spoke, accosted by the memories she spoke of.
“I remember.” His eyes were glued to hers, and he knew they had darkened at her words. She was a bloody hell cat and she’d be the undoing of him.
“I admire your nobleness about not taking advantage of me but if you don’t give me something, I’m going to go crazy.”
“What do you want?” Never had he asked a more loaded question in his life.
“Show me. Show me what I do to you.” She raised herself up on her arms and kicked the bedclothes down so she could slip under them. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“You’re asking me to-”
“Return a favour. That’s all. I gave you a show, you give me a show.” She blushed at her own words but she held her head high, determined.
“Pet, I see your logic but I’m not sure it’s the best route out of this.” He shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.
“This isn’t me playing games anymore. I’m not teasing, I’m not calling your bluff, I’m not going to pout and cry. I’m just being honest. I’ve never seen… only imagined.”
“Fuck.” He cursed, breathing hard.
“Please.”
“And what will you be, uh, doing whilst I’m… doing.”
“What do you want me to do?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief but he didn’t miss the little furrow in her brow. She was nervous to.
“Whatever you feel comfortable with, pet. You don’t even have to tell me but whatever you do, don’t come out from under those covers as I won’t be responsible for my actions.” His voice had become hoarse with sheer arousal and she knew better than to think he was joking.
She pulled the covers up around her neck and stretched out full length underneath the blanket. Her body shivered in anticipation and she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together restlessly.
“How many times have you imagined it, love?” He spoke softly now, still sat on the edge of the bed facing her, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress tightly.
“A lot. So many… I told you before that I’ve done stuff but not like, a lot of stuff. All on top of the clothes in the dark kinda stuff. I’ve never made a guy, erm…”
He inhaled sharply at the revelations that were tumbling out of her mouth. If she kept talking like this, he may not have to touch himself at all. “Has anyone ever made you...?” He let the sentence trail off as he prepared for her answer.
“No.” She was blushing hard now. He had never found her more adorable or sexy. “I mean, I have but just not with anyone else.”
He groaned and manoeuvred himself away from her to lie back onto his own bed. He positioned himself on the side closest to her so he had a clear view of her from his pillow. “Are you sure you want to do this?” One last chance, one last get out of jail free card… He almost chuckled at the irony of his own joke.
“I’m sure.” She gathered another pillow from the other side of her bed and tucked it under her head so she could lie facing him.
His hands went to the belt of his robe. He tugged at it gently and it came undone with ease. He spread the panels open baring his large, throbbing cock to the warm air of the room.
Buffy couldn’t help but gasp. She hadn’t expected him to be entirely naked, assuming he’d still have his underwear on at least. Nor had she expected him to be so big… She marvelled at his cock bobbing against his torso as he shucked off the robe completely so he wouldn’t be distracted or restricted.
Seeing her wide eyes and gaping mouth only served to arouse him more, his jaw ticking as he gripped the base of his cock.
She watched on in awe, the ripple of his muscular chest and the tautness of his bicep as he took himself into his hand. “You’re beautiful.” She whispered.
His hips bucked involuntarily at her words and he slowly started to pump his cock into his fist. “So are you, pet.” He hissed as he felt a bead of precum trickle onto his index finger.
“Oh god, what…” She sat up a little, gazing at his leaking cock in wonder. He remembered then that she had never seen a cock before, let alone an aroused one…
“Precum.” He muttered, as he thrust his hips back and forth in short, jerky motions.
She licked her lips and he thought he was going to lose it right then. He groaned low and loud. “Buffy…”
“What are you thinking about?” She started rubbing her thighs together again, her pussy sodden already at the wondrous sight before her.
“You. You just licked your lips and I imagined you licking at my cock…” He used his other hand to tug lightly on his balls as he fought to keep from coming. He was determined he would last as long as he possibly could for her.
She was panting now, unable to hide her own arousal despite being encased within several layers of covers and a robe. “Is that what you usually think about?” She asked softly.
“Sometimes…” His hips were moving faster now, his neck straining as he fought to retain some semblance of control. He kept his hand still, trying to stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm.
“What else do you think of?” She slipped a hand between her thighs, pressing a palm against her soaked folds.
“I think of what it’d be like to slip my cock deep inside you, how tight you’d be, how hot and wet…” He broke off, cursing brokenly as more precum leaked onto his fingers.
She moaned at his words, slipping two fingers between her swollen lips and inside her tight channel imagining it were his cock doing just as he described… “Oh god, William.”
He watched her eyes fall shut and the movement of her hand beneath the covers. “Pet?” He stilled his hips for a moment as he watched her in amazement.
“I’m touching myself, I’m hot and tight and wet, just like you said…” She ground down onto her fingers and gasped. Her eyes snapped open to meet William’s and they moaned simultaneously.
“Love, I’m so close, I don’t think I can…” He bucked his hips into his hand, his fist tightening as more beads of precum dribbled over his hand and onto his balls.
“Pretend I’m not here, like you’re alone and you’re losing control…” She whispered.
He closed his eyes tightly, his body covered in a light sheen of his sweat. He rolled over onto his back, his hips twitching as he took his cock in both hands, interlinking his fingers. More broken curses fell from his lips as he bounced his hips up and down, the heels of his palms squeezing his cock deliciously tight.
Buffy watched through hooded eyes as she pushed her robe aside and rolled onto her front. She rubbed her thumb in tight, teasing circles around her clit as she curled her index finger deep inside to find that spot that often nearly made her scream aloud… Seeing William like this, naked and masculine and raw made her breath catch in her throat. She could feel the familiar tingle low in her gut as she rolled onto her stomach and ground down onto her fingers and the ball of her palm. “William, I’m so wet for you… I’m covered…Never been like this.”
“Shit, keep talking to me like that… Love hearing you, all breathy and hot…” His head was tossing from side to side on his pillow, his cock swollen and solid covered in thick threads of precum.
“I can’t stop… I’m dripping… I’m aching William. Want to feel you pushing inside. God, William, I’m going to come…”
“So am I pet, so am I…” His hips pistoned off the bed as he turned to watch Buffy in her final throes of pleasure… she was a sight to behold. Her eyes were focused on his, her eyes drunk on him and the pleasure he was giving her just by showing her how he lost control with mere thoughts of her. He could see her hips bouncing beneath the quilt, his imagination filling in the rest… “Fuck, pet, love. Come for me baby. Cream all over your fingers for me… So beautiful… now, baby… now.”
She keened loudly, arching her back as she came hard onto her fingers.
He roared as his cock exploded, thick jets of come erupted through his fingers and rained down on his stomach, his hips sputtering as rope after rope of fluid covered him and the surrounding covers. “Buffy, oh god, Buffy…”
His hips finally stilled, his still hard cock twitching as it rested on his stomach. “Love, are you ok?”
“I’m… god, there’re really no words…” She said breathlessly as she sat up to look at him properly. “That was beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.”
It was William’s turn to blush. “It was more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before, by a bloody long way.”
“You’re not just saying that?” Buffy asked shyly.
“Hell no! You were amazing.”
“So were you. Like, really really.” She grinned but then just as swiftly as it appeared, it disappeared. "So what now?"
“How about that chocolate cake?” He chuckled and she couldn’t help but giggle.
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