Title: Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. Spike Devlin is the
lead singer for the band 'Blue Eyed
Devil'. Buffy Summers is the local
preschool teacher he falls in love with
shortly before leaving for a nationwide
tour.
Part thirty...
"That's some of the best making up I've ever experienced,"
she told him, blushing profusely.
"And I'm just getting started," Devlin stated grandly. "I think
I have a long way to go yet before I'm completely forgiven."
Buffy stretched, arching her back. "I may not survive."
"Yeah, you will. I'll make sure of it."
***************************************
The brief break in the storm didn't last. By the time they ended up
in the bedroom, it was raining again.
Not that either of them cared.
Spike straddled Buffy's hips, pressing her down into the soft bed-
clothes. His hands held her wrists down on the mattress as his
mouth began exploring the silky skin of her throat.
She closed her eyes, wanting to experience this by feel alone.
His lips traveled down, lingering in the hollow at the base of her
throat. He dipped his tongue into it briefly, laughing softly when
he felt her shiver and heard her gasp.
He quieted her with a kiss, hot and demanding, all pretense of
gentility temporarily put aside. This kiss was meant to consume
them both, he wanted to ravish and plunder her mouth, to lick her
trembling lips and suck on her tongue until it was buried inside his
own mouth.
Buffy gave herself over to it. She wanted this dominating side
of him to show itself, wanted him to control her...just a bit...until
she was ready to shatter that control. Her tongue moved over
the edges of his teeth and lapped at the soft inside of his cheek,
fanning the flames that burned between them.
Devlin ended the kiss, but didn't turn her loose from his grasp. He
released one of her hands so he could gather up a fistful of her
hair, then used it to tilt her head back on the pillow. Before she
could even think to question his actions, he'd lowered his head
and was kissing and licking at her breasts.
Buffy felt her senses reeling. His tongue was performing the
sweetest torture ever inflicted on an unsuspecting woman. He
used it to paint delicate patterns on the upper curves of her
breasts, then circled it around and around her nipples until she
thought she actually was going to scream this time.
At which point, he closed his mouth around one hard nipple and
then the other, sucking them fiercely, hard and strong.
When he had her whimpering and twisting in his hold, he let
go of her hair and her wrist, moving further down her body. He
paused at her navel, depositing wetness from his tongue in the
small cup, then slid down even more.
"Spread your legs," he rasped. She did, and he spent a moment
just staring at what she revealed to him. Slowly, he leaned down and
ran his tongue along the neatly trimmed line where her pubic curls
began. Back and forth he went, wetting her thoroughly, then sliding
his tongue right down the center and licking her clitoris.
Buffy's hips lunged forward with no thought from her. He captured
them in his hands and grunted out an order to "hold still" before he
sucked on her long and sweetly.
She had no time to prepare herself for the orgasm that crashed
into her. He continued to hold her down as her hips jerked beneath
his ravaging mouth.
And when she finally...finally...began to recover, he quickly slid back
up her body and sank his erection all the way inside of her.
With his forearms bracketing her head on the pillow, he buried his
face in her hair and groaned out her name.
Buffy brought her arms up and wrapped them around him, keeping
him lying flat on top of her. She didn't want so much as an air molecule
to come between their bodies.
Spike was plunging into her with all of his strength, there was nothing
slow and tender about his deep, driving thrusts.
He seemed unable to slow down, and she had no trouble discerning
why he was being so dominant, so demanding....he was staking his
claim.
She wasn't sure whether she SHOULD be disturbed by his behavior,
but she wasn't. She'd made a decision at some point, an unconscious
one, that she was giving herself to him in every way. She wanted to
belong to him, to be his.
Just as she wanted him to belong to her.
Devlin kept thrusting, harder and deeper, grunting against the damp
skin of her throat with each forward lunge.
The rain came down harder, as if it knew that something needed
to be done to mark the occasion. It hit the window in violent bursts,
then trickled down the pane, making crazy patterns.
The two on the bed took no notice of it. Their bodies writhed
against each other's in wild, earth shaking rhythm.
Buffy lifted her legs and clasped them around Spike's
waist, letting him sink in even deeper. She held on to him, nails
digging into his back, as she strained upwards against him,
meeting that erotic rhythm he had set, thrust for thrust.
Then, when she couldn't wait another moment, she deliberately
tightened her internal muscles around his invading erection,
clamping down on it as orgasm swept over her once again.
"Buffy...Buffy...oh, CHRIST!" he shouted, muffled against her
neck. "Ah....ah....ah....yessss!" With a deep throated growl,
Devlin surrendered to his own climax. He pounded his hips
into hers, relishing every soft gasp he elicited from her lips.
Pushing her down harder into the bed, then harder still, he
emptied himself. Thick spurts of semen shot into her, filling
her until it overflowed and leaked back out, trickling down her
inner thighs and dampening the sheet.
When she came to her senses...when the wild rushing in her
ears faded...she could concentrate on him again, on how he was
holding on to her tightly, and whispering in her ear over and over..."I love
you...I love you...God, I love you so much."
*************************************
"Are you hungry?"
"Are you joking? Of course I am."
"Well, let's go downstairs and I'll fix some dinner."
"But that would mean getting out of bed," Spike complained.
Buffy shrugged. "Sorry. You can't have it both ways."
He was silent for a moment, then said, "Why not?" with a truly
adorable pout.
***********************************
It took her a few minutes, but she was finally able to talk him
out of bed and into his freshly dry jeans and t-shirt. She threw on
a pair of over sized pajamas and prodded, pulled and pushed him
downstairs to the kitchen.
He grumbled about it good naturedly, but sat quietly on the counter
and watched her cook.
Buffy disappeared into the pantry and reemerged with her arms
full. She dropped the items on the counter, and located some ground
beef in the refrigerator.
"What are you making?" Spike asked with interest.
"This," she informed him, grabbing her iron skillet and setting it on
the stove, "is a really easy chili. It's nice for a cold, wet night like
this...but it doesn't take as long to make as regular chili."
"How come?"
She shrugged. "Because I cheat. Open these cans for me," she
directed, handing him the can opener.
While he was working on the cans, she crumbled the meat up in the
pan and started browning it. When it was nearly finished, she added
garlic salt and a pinch of chili powder and let it settle into the
ground meat to flavor it.
"All cans opened," Spike reported, tossing the can opener into a
drawer.
Buffy drained the meat, then dumped it into a large kettle. "Now, we
add the canned beans." She added a large can of pinto beans, then
drained the liquid from a can of kidney beans and tossed them into the
kettle. Two large cans of crushed tomatoes went into the pot. After
stirring the mixture together, she added diced green chilies and sliced some
onion into it. A few shakes of chili powder finished the preparations,
and she covered the kettle and set the flame under it to simmer.
"Give it about a half hour and it's ready to eat."
Her words drew his attention. "What are we going to do while we're
waiting?" he asked politely.
Buffy glanced at him, then at the pot on the stove, then back at him.
"I could use a shower," she said, heading for the stairs.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
****************************************
Buffy placed a stack of towels on the hamper in the bathroom,
then lit three fragrant candles and placed them in strategic locations.
Closing the bathroom door behind them to keep the room
warm, she fiddled with the shower knobs until she had the temperature
right.
When she straightened up, she turned and ran right into Devlin.
He smiled and started unbuttoning her pajama top, then shoved the
bottoms down until they puddled around her feet. Ridding himself of
his clothing, he opened the shower door and climbed in, pulling her
after him.
She was a little surprised when he didn't reach for her, but instead
picked up a bottle of bath gel and a fat, pink sponge. He squeezed
a goodly amount of the peach scented gel on the sponge, then began
working it up into a lather which he applied lavishly all over her body.
He was thorough, and left no part of her unwashed. Directing her
under the warm spray, he carefully rinsed her clean of soap residue.
She could feel his erection prodding her, but she took the sponge and
soap and treated him to the same diligent cleansing. He stood it for as
long as he could, then yanked the sponge away and spun her
around until she was facing the tile on the back wall of the shower en-
closure.
He placed her hands on the wall, then nudged her feet apart.
Buffy waited....
After considering his options, Devlin put his hands on her waist and
squeezed gently. He stepped closer and bent his knees a little, then
straightened, bringing himself up between her legs. His erection rubbed
firmly against her as he slid in and out of the trap she'd snared him in.
"D'ya feel that, luv?" he asked in her ear, rubbing himself against her
more aggressively. "Feel how hard I am? How much I want to be in
you?"
Buffy kept her hands on the wall, certain that if she were to let go, she'd
end up on the floor.
"Feel me sliding back and forth over your pretty wet pussy?" he went
on, breathing hotly against her skin. "In and out of your thighs? Do you
like it?"
"Yes," she said softly, nodding. Oh, god...did she like it!
Her own hips bucked back slightly, seeking a firmer contact.
"No, you don't," he said instantly, pulling away. "You be still. I'll give
you what you want, babe. When I'm ready." Returning to his
original position, he rocked his hips against her soft bottom, grinding
his erection against it. "You have the prettiest ass," he murmured
in her ear. "It's so soft and rounded. I love feeling it rubbing against
me."
The hot water continued to shower down on them, making their
contact slick and slippery. He leaned down and licked droplets of it
from her shoulders as his hands slid from her waist to her breasts.
"Want me to play with them?" he asked, teasingly.
Buffy didn't know what she wanted more at the moment, so she
kept quiet and let him run the show.
Devlin slid his wet hands up under her breasts, lifting them just
a little and pushing them together. His thumbs swept over the hard
peaks, rubbing them firmly.
"You like that?" he hissed, biting her ear lobe gently. "Or...this?"
His fingers tugged firmly on her nipples.
"Oh...oh, god," she moaned raggedly. "Spike...please."
His own control was beginning to slip, and that husky begging she
was doing wasn't helping at all. He pulled back slightly, afraid that
if he didn't he'd surely embarrass himself all over her pretty, little
bottom.
He put his hands back on her waist, fighting for the control that
was slowly deserting him, standing behind her and struggling to
calm his breathing.
"Spike," Buffy whispered. "Please....now. I need you..."
"Bloody, fucking hell," he muttered, and yanked her back onto
him. With a harsh grunt, he slid all the way inside of her, burying
his rigid cock in her sweet softness. The hard length slid in and out
of her, steadily building up a pressure that would soon need to be
eased.
Buffy lost it. She pushed her hips back, demanding that he pound
into her as hard as he could. One hand left the wall and reached
behind her, sliding around the back of his neck. "Harder," she
begged.
Desperate to give her what she asked for, he redoubled his
efforts until he was slamming her up against the cold tile, pumping
into her in an orgy of unrestrained lust. Harder and faster, he rammed
in and pulled back out. One arm slid around her waist to hold her
up when he felt her legs giving out.
Shaking the water off his face, he tried to apply a little finesse
to the situation. Before he could really think it through, he pulled
out of her and spun her around, then pushed down on her shoulders
until she was sitting on the little shelf that carried her assortment
of soaps and shampoos. He dropped to his knees and shoved her
legs apart, then drove his tongue up into her, fucking her with it until
she was moaning and gripping his hair in her hands.
She came, screaming his name.
Spike waited until she was all the way through it, then he pulled
her to her feet and pushed her up against the wall. Sliding his
hands beneath her ass, he lifted her, and when she had her legs
secured around his waist, he impaled her on his steel hard cock.
Buffy could feel the delicious stretching and tugging as her body
accepted his length and thickness. Every thrust in made the base
of his shaft grind against her clit, driving her pleasure even higher.
Devlin held onto her bottom, his fingers digging in so hard that
they'd leave bruises he wouldn't discover until much later.
"Ah...fuck! Buffy!" He was nearly unable to speak, only managing
little half moaned words and animalistic whines of need. "Want...you.
Oh, fuck...you...do it...do it...move your ass, baby...that's...it! Ah!
Jesus...fucking....hell."
Buffy was spiraling towards another wonderful orgasm, but this time
he had to come with her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she
burrowed closer and began talking to him...encouraging him...driving
him on.
"Mmmm....Spike. That's so good....so perfect....I want you...want
only you....harder....I'm..." She blushed and almost stopped her
verbal commands, but forced herself not to. "I'm going to come,"
she whispered right into his ear. "Do it with me...please...oh, now...now!"
Between her spoken pleas and the demands her body was imposing
on him, Devlin finally reached his breaking point. With a mindless
howl of lust and pleasure, he pumped hard five more times and then
shoved her up against the wall as hard as he could, ejaculating
inside of her clutching sex, reeling with ecstasy when he felt it tighten
around him and milk his cock for every drop of fluid he could produce
for her.
When it was over, his knees buckled and they both slid to the
floor of the shower....where they noticed that the hot water was
beginning to give out.
Giggling like children, they tumbled out of the shower and dried
each other off.
Spike pulled his jeans on, while Buffy contented herself with just
the top of her pajamas.
The chili was ready when they returned to the kitchen. Buffy dished
up two bowls, then grated a layer of sharp cheddar over them as
Spike popped the tops off two bottles of Tecate.
Sitting at the kitchen table, they ate ravenously, sating their more
prosaic appetite and gaining strength for whatever else the night
would bring.
*************************************
"You know what?"
"What's that, luv?"
"You're totally forgiven."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Cause I can go on apologizing all night."
"Oh. Well, in THAT case...."
TBC.....
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