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Summary: Spike and Buffy have a bet
going as to who can go the longest
without sex. They both want to win...badly.


AN: There are references in this chapter to 'Older and
Far Away', but nothing about the beating Spike took in
'Dead Things'.



Part Six: Bluffing (cont..)



So, self-control boy thinks he can resist me, huh?

Well...maybe he can. But I'm not gonna make it
easy for him. Leaning back against the couch, I drape
one of my legs over his, which are still stretched out
and on my coffee table.

Spike tensed up and nudged me away a little with
his shoulder.

"What's the matter?" I asked him, trying hard not to
giggle. "Am I a little too close for your famous self control
to handle?"

He gave me a look, then laughed. "You think an awful
lot of yourself, don't you, little girl?"

Do I? I hope not. I don't want to be one of those 'Cordharmony'
types that figures the sun only rises and sets because they
happen to be standing there.

"Stop pouting," he added, watching the little orange and
white clown fish bounce off the walls of an aquarium.

"I'm not pouting," I replied, crossing my arms over my
chest and glaring straight ahead. "I'm thinking."

"Good God...that's gotta hurt." Sighing, Spike placed
the popcorn and candy bowls on the table and turned to
face me. He placed one hand on the back of the couch and
leaned so close that I could feel his breath on my skin...hypo-
thetically speaking. "Whatcha thinking about, kitten?"

Him. Sex. Stupid bets. How good sex was with him. Stupid,
STUPID bets...that I'm probably going to lose...how good he
smells...the way his hands feel when they touch
my...dammit!

With nothing else popping into my head, I fell back
on the age-old excuse. "I have to go the bathroom," I
announced, leaping to my feet and diving towards the stairs
like a startled bunny rabbit with his tail on fire.

In the bathroom, I took care of business quickly. As I
was standing at the sink washing my hands, I glanced
in the mirror at the shower curtain.

******************************

About three months ago, I'd replaced the curtain
that had been hanging there since the day Mom and I moved
into this house. I had to...since I sort of tore it right off it's
rings on my 21st birthday.

Of course...Spike was partially responsible for that. I say
partially, because even though it was technically my hand
that tore it, he's the one who followed me into the bathroom
and did the things to me that made me tear it.

Still...a girl only turns 21 once. It should be memorable.

We were about an hour into the party, and all the guests had
arrived, including Spike, who had brought his friend Clem
along for the ride. I didn't mind. I like Clem, and I knew Spike
needed a friend there...someone besides me.

Our physical relationship...just saying those words give me
that low down tingle...was still brand new, and we spent the
first part of the evening playing the old "We've got a secret"
game; the one you play when you and your significant other
are the only ones in on it, and you exchange knowing looks
and steal fast, hot kisses whenever you can get away with it.

Xander and Anya blindsided me, and invited some guy
they thought would be good boyfriend material. Like I can
just hook up with Joe Normal, even if that's what I wanted
in a man!

Richard was nice enough, and definitely a cutie, but let's
be totally honest....he's not even in the neighborhood of the
same ballpark where Spike is.

My guy was so jealous. He'll never admit it, but I know a
jealous vamp when I see one.

At one point, Richard waylaid me in the hall. He tried to make
some witty conversation, and even offered to bring me some-
thing to drink. Right about the time I was turning the offer
down, Spike appeared in the hallway behind the boy and
listened to his awkward advances.

Of course, true to form, he had to be sarcastic and funny,
covering up his insecurities I suppose.

"Oohhh, Buffy," he said, sidling down the hall towards
me. "Can I get you a soda pop? I think I'm in love."

How cute is THAT?!!

He reached for me, and I pulled away, still nervous of
someone seeing us. But Spike, being Spike, just
followed me, and actually put one arm on the wall so
that I couldn't get away.

Taking my hand, he started to guide it where we both
wanted it to go. Unfortunately, Tara stumbled in on us
and took all the fun right out of it.

I escaped, and trotted upstairs to use the bathroom,
listening to his lame explanation as to what had really
been going down in the hallway. A muscle cramp? In
his pants? I really think he could have done better than
that!

As I stood in the bathroom, realizing that I didn't really
need to go, the door opened and in walked my demon
lover. I opened my mouth to tell him to get out...that's
just rude, I could have been doing anything!...when he
took all the wind out of my, admittedly, flagging sails.

Without a word, he grabbed me and hauled me close
to him. I started to melt immediately. Well, who
wouldn't?

Kicking the door shut, he reached over with one hand
and locked it. "Is that what you want?" he asked
gruffly. "Some stupid little boy to tell you how pretty
you are? To hold your hand and look at you with big
cow eyes filled with tender devotion? Is it?"

He was really pissed!

I didn't know what to say, and I really couldn't con-
centrate on speaking. He had shoved me up against the
wall, and his lower body was grinding into mine. Who can
think at a time like that?

"I don't think so." He answered his own question, leaning
down and whispering it in my ear. "I think you want a man,
Slayer. One who knows all the right places to touch you.
That's what you need...isn't it?"

True. So true.

"I can say sweet things, too, you know," he hissed, licking
my ear lobe. "I'll tell you how lovely you are...how soft and
warm you feel. And then," he added, his mouth traveling over
my cheek, "I'll tell you how hot and sexy...and deliciously
fuckable you are. How I get hard every time I see you."

This was all very, very good.

"Leave the little boy alone, Buffy," he growled. "He
could never do right by you...not like I can."

While my brain was trying to process all this, my body
was going haywire. He slipped his hands up under my
blouse and shoved my bra up, squeezing my breasts and
pinching my nipples.

My next move was the result of pure instinct.

I slid my own hand down the front of his body and cupped
it over the crotch of his jeans. He was incredibly hard and
swollen, and I knew I was going to do him right then and
there.

His mouth...that wonderful and talented mouth...came
crashing down on mine. We kissed for what seemed like
hours, tongues dueling for control. I could feel myself getting
wetter and wetter as his hands manipulated my body.

I unbuckled and unzipped him, then reached into his
pants and took hold of his cock. It was already wet, and
I whimpered in my throat at the feel of it.

Spike started thrusting into my hand, ramming his hips
forward. I played with his dick, fondling it in all the ways
I knew he liked best, making it even harder.

Then, he'd surprised me. Pulling out of our kiss, he'd hid
his face against the side of my neck. "God, I love you,"
he'd said fiercely.

I almost said it back. Actually wanted to say it back.

I still don't know why I didn't.

Spike had just laughed, shoving his jeans down further. "You
don't have to say anything, luv. I know."

That remark had confused me for about a second and
a half. Then, he'd dropped to his knees and pulled my pants
and underwear down, and I forgot about anything else.

He'd pushed his head between my thighs, nuzzling and
kissing me DOWN THERE. I could feel the juice just
pouring out of me, and he lapped it up like melted ice
cream.

My hearing was a little fuzzy, but I think he'd moaned a
bit and said, "Mmm...my girl tastes so sweet. She has
the.." licking, licking, licking ..."yummiest little pussy
in.." more licking.. "the whole world."

His fingers had crept up the back of my legs, squeezing my
fanny and then pushing my thighs open further. My clit was
throbbing for some serious attention, and he was so very
obliging.

He'd licked it over and over, until my knees were in danger
of giving out. Then, he'd fastened his mouth around it and
began applying suction.

My head dropped back, cracking against the wall. Needless
to say, I'd felt no pain.

Spike gives the absolute best oral sex that has ever been
given, I guarantee it. Maybe it's because he doesn't need to
stop and breathe. And he can go at it for hours, too.

Oh, man. Heaven was never like this!

My hands had groped around for something to hold onto, and
they'd finally landed on his shoulders. Nails digging in, I'd pushed
my pelvis forward, wanting him to eat me until I screamed.

It's a good thing that he was still somewhat self aware. He'd
stood up and spun me around, bending me over the sink.

"Quiet, baby," he'd murmured in my ear. "Don't want your new
boyfriend to hear you being so fantastically fucked."

Modesty, thy name is NOT Spike.

I shook my pants off from around one ankle, and widened
my stance. Bracing my hands on the sink, I'd turned my head
to look at him...and I had to smile. I knew at that point that I am
one lucky girl.

His blue eyes had been almost black with passion, and his
lips were slightly parted. But what I really loved seeing was
that he was panting for me. I don't know why, since he
doesn't have to, but he was doing it...and it was wildly
sexy.

"What are you waiting for?" I'd asked him, moving my rear
back and rubbing it against him.

He grinned devilishly. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you, baby," I said. It was the simple truth.

Spike loves hearing that sort of thing. He finds it...in-
spirational.

He had his hands on my hips, holding them in a
tight grip as he'd positioned himself and then shoved his
erection in me all the way, no stopping, no pausing,
no waiting...just all the way in.

To this day, I don't know how we kept it so quiet.

He'd begun to thrust, developing a steady rhythm. It was
a perfect one, not too fast, not too slow. I could feel every
hard inch of his cock slide in and out of me...could feel
his heavy balls swinging against my rump.

My eyes had drifted closed, but he must have been
watching my face in the mirror.

"Is that good, baby?" he'd asked, sounding a little too
pleased with himself. "Do you like it?"

Did I LIKE it? Well, duh!

"Oh, I love it," I'd moaned, feeding his ego with a
spoon. "Feels so good...harder...do it harder."

I heard him laugh, but who cared?

Leaning forward, he'd pushed me down until I was
laying flat on the sink, then lowered himself down on
me.

And he did it harder...and faster...then slower...then
faster again...then even faster...and harder...

"Come on, luv," he'd muttered in my ear. "Do it for me.
Come for me. Want to feel it on my cock. Feel that
tight little pussy clamp down on it...ah, yeah."

Master of verbal erotica...that's my boy.

By that time, I was whimpering and whining, punctuating
with an occasional grunt whenever he really pounded it in
hard.

I swiveled my hips in counterpoint, wanting his cock in
as deeply as it could possibly go.

It only took a few more thrusts to send us both
over the edge. He'd increased his pace, then sent one
hand down and around and rubbed my clit firmly.

"Do it now!" he'd ground out. "Come...now...with...me!"

Okay....

There were bright lights flashing in my eyes, even though
they were still shut tight, and I could swear that I was
hearing the ocean in my throbbing ear drums. The heat
radiated from my center as I came, slithering out to all
the other vital parts of my anatomy.

Still, somewhere in my addled brain, I knew I needed
something to stifle the scream that was building in my
throat. I threw one hand out, groping for the towel hanging
on the shower rod.

Of course, I missed by a mile, and grabbed the curtain
instead.

When I'd felt his semen gushing into me, I'd tightened my
fist in the plastic curtain and yanked on it. It tore, and
the whole thing...curtain rod and all...came crashing to
the ground.

I'd lost my balance and crashed down with it. Spike, shock-
ingly, managed to stay in me as we headed for the floor
together.

My fuzzy brain had finally cleared, just in time to hear a
soft little tap-tap-tapping on the door.

"Um...is everything all right in there?" Richard's voice
was soft and concerned.

Spike had lifted his head and glared, and I knew he was
about to yell something like, "Fuck off, Richie!" so I'd
clapped one hand over his mouth and answered the
question myself, assuring him that everything was as
right as the rain, and that I'd be out in a moment.

We'd spent a little time enjoying the afterglow, then
straightened up the mess we had made and headed
back downstairs to join the people who were utterly
clueless as to what was happening right above their
heads.

Getting back to the business of the party, I'd opened
the gifts brought for me, still tinglingly aware of Spike's
proximity.

Willow was so pleased with the massage gadget she'd
chosen for me...although how she expected me to carry
it around on patrols I do not know...that she'd prattled
on something about "instant gratification".

Unable to stop myself, I'd glanced at Spike. We knew
something about instant gratification.

When his eyes had met mine, he'd arched one brow in
a suggestive manner that made me want to boot everyone
else out of the house and gratify myself a little bit more.


******************************

I knew I couldn't very well hang out in the bathroom
for the rest of the night, so I flicked off the light and
trudged back downstairs.

Spike was waiting for me, and when I plopped down
beside him, he un-paused the movie.

We sat in silence for a while, making a dent in the
bowl of candy. When poor little Nemo got flushed down
the john, Spike turned to look at me.

"You weren't cheating up there, were you, luv?"

I knew what he meant, and my face turned bright
red, making me look guilty even though I wasn't.

Swallowing my embarrassment, I looked him right in
the eye. "No, I wasn't cheating. I don't need
to. Doing just fine, thanks all the same. No problems
at all. Not a one. Uh-uh. No, sir."

Talk about overkill!

Spike chuckled and returned his attention to the
movie. "You can't bluff for shit, Buffy."

I know. Believe me, I know.




TBC...
Next...Part seven: Another Card Drawn


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