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Chapter 3

The music pulsed, and the dancers along with it. On the dance floor, the blonds moved in tandem to a rhythm all their own. He was pressed tightly to her back, hands on her hips, moving with her. Buffy rocked her hips back into him, a small, satisfied smile gracing her lips as he groaned in her ear. Her hands moved above her head as she danced, lost in the moment.

As the song changed, Buffy turned in the blond's arms, resting her arms on his neck without missing a beat. Their eyes met, and she felt a moment of panic. Could she really do this? Sleep with a perfect stranger and then discard him? She faltered for a moment, ready to call the whole thing off and go home, ready to cry herself to sleep and forget the whole stupid plan. But when she glanced into her partner's eyes, she saw... lust. Powerful and hungry, and not at all guilty or hesitant. He obviously didn't mind fucking her without even asking her name; why should she?

Grabbing his neck and standing on her toes, Buffy leaned forward and captured his mouth in a fervent kiss. His mouth moved under hers, parting, their tongues tangling. The kiss deepened and they stopped dancing, lost in it and each other and forgetting that they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

People bumped and jostled them, but the kiss continued. Realizing that it'd be prudent to move out of the crowd, they moved off the dance floor and into an empty corner of the club, never breaking the kiss.

She felt as if he was devouring her. She felt like she was being consumed with a fiery passion that she'd never felt before. Realizing that things were progressing too fast and too far as they were only partially concealed from view by a thick stone column, Buffy reluctantly broke the kiss, panting against his neck. After giving herself a moment to collect her thoughts and scanning the club, Buffy murmured against his ear. "Out back."

He pulled back, glanced at her with surprise. But Buffy was flushed with desire and uninhibited by alcohol, so instead on changing her mind she sent him a cat-like smirk and a raised eyebrow before pushed off the wall and strolling towards the back exit into the alley, swaying her hips provocatively.

He watched her for a moment before following her, moving with a fluid grace that reminded Buffy a panther. He pushed outside, letting the door slam behind him with an awful finality. The music from the club was silenced, and along with it came the realization that it was just the two of them, and it scared her. She wondered if it were too late to change her mind until the instant when his mouth covered hers, wiping away the doubts and apprehension.

He kissed behind her ear and down her neck; slow wet kisses that made her knees weaken and buckle. He caught her waist and pressed her against the cool wall, licking the tops of her breasts while the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her waist snaked below her dress, stroking the insides of her thighs gently. His hand continued upward until they met her damp folds. She felt his smile against her neck as he pushed two fingers into her; moaned as his thumb began to circle her clit. His fingers began to pump into her as he continued his ministrations on her clit, and her hands tangled in his hair as she bucked against his hand, head thrown back. They sped up, every movement punctuated by breathy gasps and cries until she stiffened, clutching his head tightly and crying out as she came. Her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Buffy's hips continued to move gently, slowing down, as the blond pulled his hand away. She cried out at the loss of contact and he chuckled, murmuring in her ear, "Don't worry, I'm no where near finished."

At the sound of his husky promise, Buffy felt her heart speed up and heat flood her pussy once more. As he pulled a condom from his back pocket and rolled it down his swollen cock, she wondered if she should feel worried or relieved that he'd come so prepared, but he moved toward her and thrust his hot, hard length into her aching center, stretching her and filling her in a way that she'd never experienced before, and all thought fled her mind.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust as he rammed into her. She cried out, stunned by the violent passion. It surpassed all she'd ever known. Her back scraped against the building and she felt the strap of her dress snap; his pace only increased. Buffy bit her lip, trying to hold back a scream. She knew that they were too close to the bar; anyone could hear the noise and come out to investigate. She should stop this, before things went too far. But, hearing his grunts in her ear and feeling the pressure building between her legs, Buffy knew that things already had. She tightened her arms around his neck, stifling her cries as he changed the angle of penetration, each drive of his hips against hers stimulating her swollen clit. She came again, at the same time as he roared in her ear and his body jerked.

His face was buried in her neck and his harsh breathing echoed in her ears. Buffy let her legs slid from around his hips, and collapsed against him, panting heavily. She felt his murmur against her neck,

"My hotel's just 'round the block."

Buffy hesitated for only a second. She had just had the most amazing sex of her life with a perfect stranger, but she couldn't actually go back to his room alone. Yet how could she not? Slowly, she pulled back and tilted her head up, meeting stormy blue eyes. Then she gave a swift, sure nod and prepared herself for one amazing night, knowing that she after that night she would never see him again.

a/n: I know it's been forever; I hope someone is still reading. LOL. Also, I've never written smut before and am very apprehensive, so feedback is very much appreciated. Thanks to Kirsty and Kar for the encouragement and quick beta jobs.





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