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.
(AN: A word of caution to the reader who told
me my sex scenes went on too long...this whole
chapter is pretty much one long sex scene.
Sorry)
Part thirty-nine...
Buffy stretched out on the bed, rubbing against the
satiny sheets like a pleased kitten.
Devlin moved his hands down her body in long long
sweeping caress, enjoying the smoothness of her skin and
the flesh beneath that was both soft and firm.
He squeezed the full mounds of her breasts, then circled
his fingers on her abdomen. When she tensed, he leaned
over and kissed it gently, until she went limp again.
Sliding further down, he lifted one small foot and
kissed the delicate instep. Being careful not to tickle,
he nibbled her toes, then took the smallest one into
his mouth and sucked softly. She squirmed, but he
caught the increased scent of her arousal so he knew
she was all right.
He kissed a path up her legs, carefully parting her
thighs and settling between them. She was moist and
glistening in the soft lamplight, and he inhaled deeply,
her scent swirling around his head and making him
dizzy.
The temptation to eat the juicy peach between her
legs was strong, but he wanted other things first, so
he didn't linger there.
He continued upwards, first his mouth, then his fingers
blazing a path. Over her abdomen, up her arm to her
shoulders, then back down her throat.
Lying quiescently beneath him, Buffy suddenly arched
her back, begging silently for his attentions to her breasts.
Highly pleased by the gesture, he laid a tender trail of
kisses over her breasts, starting at the lush under curve
and working his way up.
A light touch of his tongue on her nipple broke her
silence. One soft gasp and husky moan followed another
as he sucked and licked the tight peaks.
Buffy's legs parted, and her hips thrust up sharply in
another wordless demand.
He had to pull away to keep himself from blindly
thrusting into her.
She complained by whimpering in her throat, a
sound that turned to pleasure when he slid his hand
down between her legs and inserted two fingers up in-
side of her.
"There you are," he murmured, licking her ear. "That
better, love? Does it help?"
The folds of her sex clung to his fingers as he worked
them in and out of her, slowly at first, then a bit faster,
then a little faster still.
He caught her mouth beneath his, smiling when
her lips parted and her tongue searched for his.
Kissing her deeply, his thumb swept back and
forth over her clit, rubbing the slick button. She
placed on hand over his, making him press down
harder.
Amazed, he watched as her orgasm began to
build. The fluids she was producing were making
things even more slippery and heated. He was torn
between the desire to take his fingers out of her and
lick the taste of her from them, and the knowledge
that he couldn't stop when she was so close.
He brought her off twice, each climax short and
sweet, not the lingering waves that he usually felt
ripple through her body.
"Stop," she panted, even as her internal muscles
clamped down on his fingers.
"Not yet," he said. "One more." His fingers curled
upwards, easily finding the little swelling cushion of
flesh. He pressed up, increasing the pressure a bit
at a time.
Buffy couldn't hold back the cries that poured from
her throat. Her feet planted firmly on the bed, she
arched her hips and screamed his name....then
slowly....slowly....settled back down.
"Oh....oh, god...." she panted, licking her dry lips.
"What....what did you just do?"
Devlin chuckled, delighted with the response he was
getting from her. "Another first," he said. "Your G-spot."
Withdrawing from the recess of her body, he took her
clit between his finger and thumb and pinched, rubbing
up and down again, capitalizing on her increased sen-
sitivity.
"Oh, no," she moaned. "I....I can't....not again...."
"You can." He continued rubbing. "You will."
Almost without her even knowing it, her hips lifted
to push against his pleasuring hand.
"Do it again," he encouraged her. "Come for me,
kitten....do it...."
"Spike," she cried. "I'm....oh....yes!"
She came again, in another rush of hot juice.
It was over with a few deep shudders. Buffy fell back
on the bed, all her muscles becoming loose and fluid.
"That....that was amazing," she said. "So...so intense."
He smirked at her as he withdrew his fingers and
licked them. "I could tell you liked it. Never heard you
scream so loud."
"Spike!"
"What?"
**************************************************
"Shower or bath?"
"You choose."
He made a show of great concentration.
"Well, we've already showered together. Let's try a
bath."
Buffy nodded and sat down on the side of the enormous
bathtub, leaning down to twist the faucets. She found the
proper temperature, then stood up and dropped her robe.
"Holy fuck!"
She turned and looked at Spike. "What?" she asked
innocently.
Shaking his head as though he was trying to kick start
his brain, he said, "You. Standing there like that. Bare
ass naked in the candlelight."
"You like?"
"Christ, yes! Come here."
"No...bath first."
"Hell with it. I want to fuck you."
"Such language," she scolded mildly, retreating to
the opposite side of the tub.
He paced after her. "Okay, I want to screw you."
"Spike!"
"Lay you?"
"Will you stop?"
"Shag you senseless?"
"Get away!"
"Buffy!" He dropped the towel and gestured south-
ward. "Look at me!"
She looked, delicious shivers chasing up and down
her spine. He was rigidly hard. His shaft had a deep
reddish tinge to it, and was oozing semen.
"That looks...uncomfortable," she observed.
"It is," he whined. "In fact....it's starting to hurt."
"Really?" Was that possible?
"Yes, really." He gave her his most winning smile. "Do
something."
The hungry look in his eyes won her over. "Oh, all right.
Climb in the tub," she instructed him.
"What?" He tilted his head quizzically. "No. I thought..."
"Get in the bathtub."
"But...but the bed...."
Buffy stepped into the tub herself, then picked up a bath
mitten fashioned from a soft sponge, and a bottle of scented
body wash. "Come on," she coaxed him, hoping she knew
what she was doing.
When he saw her slip the mitten on and soak it in the
hot water, he grinned happily. "Yes, Miss Buffy."
He sat back, leaning against the tile. Buffy stepped
between his outstretched legs and sat down, then squirted
a glob of soap into the mitten and worked up a thick, creamy
lather.
She started at his shoulders and washed her way down
his body, paying special attention to his chest and
his lower abdomen. She had him lift one leg, washed
it thoroughly, then moved on to the other.
After he was completely rinsed, she had him sit on the
side of the tub. She applied a little more soap to her
bath glove, then wrapped it firmly around his erection
and squeezed.
He muttered something under his breath that she
couldn't quite understand.
Keeping her hand around him, she slipped it up and
down the turgid length of his penis, teasing him by
going very slowly. He hissed air in between his
clenched teeth, lifting his hips slightly.
"Faster," he pleaded.
She increased her speed only by a fraction. "Like
this?"
"Mm-hmm....more."
The soap laden glove slid easily up and down. She
could feel him growing even harder in her hand.
Glancing up, she saw that his eyes were closed in
fierce concentration. The candlelight flickered gently,
playing in his hair and across the sharply handsome
planes of his face.
She began moving just a little bit faster, her movements
eliciting a soft groan from him.
When his hips began lifting to meet her strokes,
she made a cup of her left hand and filled it with
water, then rinsed the soap off.
"Buffy," he gasped in frustration. "Please...please,
love...."
Before she could lose her nerve, she lowered her
head and took him into her mouth, sliding her lips
down as far as she could take him.
Spike opened his eyes, watching her. His hand
removed the butterfly clip securing her hair, re-
leasing it to fall down like a silky cloud around her
face. The soft tresses danced across his thighs
as her head moved up and down.
"God, Buffy....yes. That's so good," he whispered,
stroking her hair back so as not to hide the view of
what she was doing to him. "Suck harder, love. Use
your tongue on it."
She increased the suction, her cheeks hollowing as she
drew upwards. Letting the head slip from her mouth,
she licked him as delicately as a little cat, swirling her
tongue around his glans, then stroking just under the
ridge.
Spike continued to watch with half closed eyes as
his breathing changed to sharp, intense gasps for
air.
Buffy licked her lips and took him back in, closing
her eyes when she tasted the salty sweetness of
his semen.
"Buffy....suck me deeper....suck me hard."
She made a growling noise in her throat as she
slid further down, sliding her tongue up and down the
prominent vein and letting the vibration of her voice
increase his pleasure.
Spike pushed his fingers into her hair, holding her
and guiding her up and down, his hips jerking forward
slightly. He was almost dizzy with the vibrant need
to ejaculate, desperate for it, but he was enjoying her
tender touch beyond anything else.
Hard to believe this was the same woman who had
turned eleven different shades of red when he'd teased
her about listening to the music that first night at Union
Jack's.
Somehow, in the past week or so, she had gone through
a dazzling metamorphosis, changing from a shy, reserved
school teacher into the wanton little sex kitten crouching
between his spread legs, sucking his dick with a skill that
was completely natural.
Her timidity was gone, for the moment anyway...he had
no doubt it would be back. But that was fine with him. He
loved the way she kept him guessing, kept him wondering
who he would be dealing with at any given time.
She sucked him sweetly, then licked her way from the
base of his shaft to the head. When she brought her hand
up to cup his sac and fondle him there, he was certain he
was about to lose his mind.
His climax was beginning to build in earnest. God, he was
so close...so damn close....
"Buffy...honey...I'm going to come soon...I can't....can't
hold it....back...love..."
She looked up at him, but kept sucking, moving her head
in his grasp so he could feel all of her mouth.
Spike's control was dwindling rapidly. "Buffy....baby...let
me do it....let me come in your mouth...please, baby. It
feels so good when you don't stop. Can I? Please.."
She answered him by slipping her free hand around and
grasping his backside, urging him to thrust.
He took her signal without question, pushing himself
in and pulling back out, over and over again, watching
his dick emerge from her sweet little mouth, all shiny
from her saliva.
Buffy bore down further, tugging at him with the pressure
of her mouth, making him grunt with enjoyment.
When he felt the gentle scrape of her teeth, he knew
it was all over. Releasing one last, harsh cry, he pumped
himself into Buffy's mouth with ecstatic pleasure, letting
his orgasm swell from his balls up through his belly.
His shaft pulsed and contracted, stiffening even more
as his semen jetted out of him, spurting with deep throbs
into her mouth. "Yes! Oh, fuck....yes....Buffy...Christ,
baby....suck me....do it....hard...HARD!"
As wonderfully draining as it was, he couldn't look away,
had to watch, loving the sight of her taking it all, sucking
it out of him, swallowing it, then licking him clean with her
pretty, pink tongue.
"Ohhhhh...." he groaned, leaning back against the tile
wall. "Baby...you do me so damn good."
Buffy sat back on her heels in the water, smiling
in a way that told him how pleased she was with him and
with herself, as well.
"Let's get in bed, love. I've gotta rest."
Her green eyes glowed with a purely feminine pride,
but all she said was, "All right."
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They hadn't been beneath the sheet for more than
two minutes when Spike rolled over and kissed her,
his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth.
Definitely NOT a 'goodnight' kiss.
He reached down between Buffy's thighs, coaxing
that sweet moisture out of her again. "Bloody hell,"
he muttered, "you're always so wet and hot for me,
Buffy. You're so fucking unbelievable."
Nudging her legs farther apart, he settled down in
between them.
"You're ready for me now," he added, angling his
hips to rub his newly hardened cock against her
opening.
She gripped his biceps, holding him back. "Wait a
second. I thought you needed to rest."
"I did. I'm rested."
"Already?"
"Uh-huh." He gave her that wickedly sexy look
that always turned her to jello. "You gonna let me in?"
"Well...."
"Please, Buffy....beautiful, sexy little school teacher,"
he cajoled. "Invite me in."
Sighing, she parted her legs further for him. "You must
think I'm a real push-over."
"No. Swear to God, I don't....a little more, babe. That's
it....yeah...oh, yeah.."
Reaching down, he took his shaft into his hand and
rubbed the head against her, coating it with her wetness.
Buffy inhaled sharply when he brushed against her
clit, then lingered to rub her there a little harder.
"You like that? Do you?"
"Yes...I love it," she murmured, digging her nails into
his arms. "You know I do."
"But I like to hear it. I love hearing your pleasure. The
things you say....those sweet little sounds you make
when I'm hitting all the right places."
He loomed over her in the dark room as she raised
her knees.
"You don't need any more rest?"
"I need you," he whispered, dipping his head to bite
at her ear lobe. "I need to be inside you...as deep as I
can go."
"Oh." She clutched him tighter. "I...oh...."
"I want to feel you come," he said, swaying his hips
from side to side. "I love the way it feels when you
tighten around my cock...when you pour that cream
all over it...oh, Buffy....baby...."
Her moan became a gasp when he did something
delicious, a wet, licking caress up and down her labia
with the head of his penis.
"I want in now, baby...want to slide in all the way...all
the way in that tight little pussy...want to go slow...make
it last...."
Good as his word, he positioned himself and began that
deep, lingering penetration. She could feel every inch of
him gliding into her, smooth as hot silk, filling her com-
pletely.
"Oh, Christ," he bit out, setting his jaw. "That's it...it's
in all the way...ahhhh...yeah."
For a long, wonderful moment, he didn't move except
to grind down against her.
Buffy's fingers danced down his back to the base of
his spine, then smoothed out and caressed his damp
skin.
"I love you," he panted hotly in her ear. "Love you so
fucking much. I'd die without you."
He was holding himself off her, leaning his weight on
his forearms. Tenderly, she brushed his sweaty curls
back from his face. "Spike..."
"Say you love me," he pleaded. "Just me...no one else."
"I love you," she whispered, lifting her hips to him. "I only
love you. No one else. Not ever."
"Just me," he repeated, thrusting hard. "I'm your man."
"Yes...yes...yes..." she chanted, becoming lost in the
rhythm. "You are...only you."
He pumped his hips harder, alternating his thrusts with
the side to side motions, making sure to stimulate her
clit with each inward push.
Buffy's toes curled into the mattress as their bodies
slapped together and pulled apart, surging and writhing
together, sticky and wet.
"Arch your back," he demanded. "I want your breasts. I
want to suck them."
She obeyed, watching him lower his head and engulf her
right breast in his mouth.
He suckled hard, moving his head around and tonguing
her nipple. Every time he sucked hard, she could feel an
answering twitch down in her womb.
He began licking her then, his tongue flat and wet,
covering the surface of her breasts with greedy hunger,
lapping with hard strokes. Burying his face in the hollow
between them, he clenched the cheeks of his ass and
began pounding in harder and faster.
Losing himself in the delirium, he nuzzled her. He
was quite certain that he could do this forever. Just lay
on top of her and thrust his aching flesh in as he
suckled her tits like a ravenous child. God it was good.
Nothing had ever felt this way. So good. So hot and wet
and tight. It was fantastic.
And the love...the love made it perfect.
Love elevated this to something far beyond sex. No matter
how down and dirty it got, how many raw words were
shouted, the love they shared made it sweet.
His mouth moved over her, licking and tasting, and kissing
every inch of her breasts. His tongue painted circles
around her nipples, then flicked rapidly over them before
he took her back in to suck on her again.
As good as it was, he didn't protest when he felt her
trying to pry him away from her breasts. He raised his
face and looked at her, seeing what she wanted in the
heated glow of her eyes.
"Kiss me," she said softly.
He covered her mouth with his, and everything around
them melted into a vortex of heat and moist, tender
flesh. Her lips were velvet, coaxing and caressing
his tongue as it slid between them to play with hers.
As they kissed, he moved his hand down and began
to finger her clit, stroking it gently, spreading the wet-
ness around on it.
Buffy whimpered, her head jerking back and grinding
into the pillow.
"There it is," he said, encouraging her to feel it all. "You
know what's coming, don't you? You know how it'll
feel...how it'll pull your soul right out of your body..."
He rubbed his fingers against that hot, throbbing
pleasure spot, pushing down harder with every thrust
of his dick.
Her body was a tensed, arched bow beneath him. She
was close, he could feel it and he could smell it.
"Come on, baby," he said, pinching her gently, "Do
it...come for me...you're so pretty when you come.
So sweet and sexy."
Buffy met every thrust, rocking against him, her
mind going on temporary walk-about from everyday
life.
"You, too," she choked. "You....come..."
"With you?" he finished. "Oh, I will, baby. I...will..."
It ended with a mutual cry of satisfaction, with a hot,
bursting gush of him inside her, with a tightness clamping
around him like a velvet fist, milking him, draining him.
Spike's arms finally gave out, and he collapsed on
top of Buffy with a whispered apology as every muscle
in his body turned to water.
When he felt her little fingers moving gently over him,
stroking him, petting him...he knew she was just fine.
"Love you," he slurred, drifting into sleep, unable to hold
it off.
"I love you, too. See you in my dreams?"
"Mm-hmmmm...."
TBC...
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