“An’ then! Then he goes up to her, and he says – you’ll never believe it – he says ‘I need a new phone number, can I have yours?’ I mean, come on! How lame is that?”
Buffy giggled. “And did it work?”
“Nope,” William smirked, “the bird turns around, gives him a smile and err… revealed that she wasn’t so much of a she as a he! Poor bloke was mortified, couldn’ get out of there fast enough.”
“Sounds like you had fun back in England,” Buffy replied.
“Yeah…” William’s voice was wistful, and his eyes unfocused, before he snapped his gaze back to Buffy and met her eyes. “But America has its charms, too.”
She blushed, not quite believing how different this William was to the shy young man who had knocked on her door just an hour ago.
She had invited him inside, and they had sat at her kitchen counter, tall mugs of coffee before them, the silence as awkward as it had been back at the hospital.
Buffy tried to start a conversation several times, but William seemed almost reluctant to talk to her, his cheeks staining red every time she said something even slightly flirty.
“You know what?” she’d said, taking her cup of coffee to the sink and pouring it down the drain. “I’m in the mood for something a little stronger. You like tequila?”
“Er… sure… I guess...” William stammered, accepting the shot glass that she offered him with no small amount of trepidation.
Several shots later, and he was almost unrecognizable. His accent had become rougher, and the nervous stutter, had all but disappeared. They’d moved into the living room and were both now slouched on the sofa, Buffy trying, but failing to keep her eyes away from his spread legs and the bulge she could see beneath his loose fitting, drawstring scrubs.
It didn’t help that his t-shirt had become bunched up, and she could see a hint of flat, toned stomach and lickable abs every time he moved.
She hadn’t had as many shots as William, but a combination of lust and tipsiness was making her head spin. And boy, did she want him! When he was sober he was this awkward shy boy who she thought was incredibly adorable. But with a few drinks in him... Damn! He was this sexy, rough, gorgeous man.
She was watching him closely, every move he made sent vibrations through her body and she wanted nothing more than to pounce. William's hand lifted and he started to rub his temples from around his glasses. “Ughh... Got a headache,” he whispered and leaned his head back to rest on the back of the couch.
“Here...” Buffy said, inching closer to him and removing his glasses. “Let me...” She placed her fingers on his temples and started to rub them in a circular pattern, trying to relieve some of the pain. “That better?”
William nodded and placed his hand on her thigh. “Yeah. Much better,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing her skin through the material of her jeans.
He was looking at her, his eyes pools of dark blue, filled with lust. She couldn't help but lean in and kiss him chastely on the lips. Sweet and seeking. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, silently asking for permission to continue her kiss.
William couldn't control his urges. He wanted to just take her right then and there. She wanted sweet kisses, but he had other ideas. He grabbed her shoulders in a bruising grip and pulled her against his chest, smashing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
Her eyes flew open, not expecting him to be so demanding, but it only took a second for her to respond. She wrapped an arm around his neck and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the muscles underneath his blue scrubs. Suddenly he growled, a deep raspy sound that made her shudder as her jeans dampened. She moaned against his lips as he pushed her back against the couch, covering her body with his own.
He started to grind his erection into the apex of her thighs and she thanked God for the thinness of his scrubs. She could feel everything. She could tell he was wearing boxer briefs, all tight and form fitting. That turned her on like nothing else, knowing that there was only two thin scraps of material—and her own clothes, but she discarded that thought—between them was like heaven. She wondered if he would be upset if she ripped them off his body.
He didn't really have a clue what he was doing—considering he had only had sex once before—but it was like his body was taking over, guiding him through the confusing wonders of her body. She arched her back up and he used that moment to slip her tank top off her, hoping she would be okay with it. She didn't object and she even lifted her arms so that it would come off easier, so he took that as a sign that she was just as into at he was.
He started to massage one of her breasts through her bra and pulled his lips away from hers to kiss down her neck. “Buffy...” he whispered between kisses and nibbles. “Want to fuck you. Right here, right now.” He breathed, continuing his assault on her neck.
She was panting, the sensation of his lips, tongue, hands and his hard cock against her was driving her crazy, but she didn't want it here. She wanted to do this in her own bed. She arched her back again as he started to kiss across her collar bone then down to the swell of her breasts. She put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a light push; almost giggling at the frightened and nervous look he gave her. She smiled at him sweetly and placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb caressing the sharp angle of his cheekbone. “I want you, too. But in my bed, not here,” she whispered then leaned up to kiss his lips. “Take me to bed, William.”
He nodded and stood up, taking her hand in his to help her up. He put an arm around her waist then pulled her against his body, pressing himself to her as close as he could get. “Lead the way.”
She was lying in her bed, fully naked from when he had undressed her, and watched as he undressed himself. Revealing his well-muscled back and adorable bum to her, one flimsy piece of clothing at a time. By the time he was done, her hand had slipped between her thighs, lightly running her finger up her wet pussy lips.
William had his back to her, becoming increasingly nervous by the second. The buzz from the alcohol was still there, but he didn't have much experience with women, so his nervousness was sky high. Slowly he turned around, finding Buffy lying on her back, one knee bent and her fingers dipping inside of her quim, lips and fingers glistening with her juices.
And instantly, he was no longer nervous.
He practically lunged for the bed, crawling over to her and resting his body on top of hers. “You’re gorgeous,” he said matter-of-factly, as if she already knew.
“Kiss me.”
And he did. He kissed her slow and exploring, hard and demanding and every way in between. She tangled her hand in his hair and slowly ran her hand down his back to cup a bum cheek. He wormed his hand between their grinding bodies, finding the smooth skin of her pussy and pushing a finger inside of her. She moaned and thrust at his finger, grinding against his hand. He wanted to push his throbbing cock inside her right then and there, pound her into the mattress until they both reached completion.
“William!” she moaned as his finger found a sensitive spot inside her, creating feelings she had never experienced before. Maybe it was her 'g-spot' that the other guys she'd slept with had had trouble finding. William probably knew of it, being a med student and all. He continued to massage the spot within her, making her eyes roll back. “Fuck me, now! Please! I need you!”
He pulled his fingers out of her and placed his still wet hand on her breast, dipping his head to take her nipple in his mouth, the smell and taste of her on his fingers driving him wild. She slipped her hand between them and positioned him at her opening, bucking her hips up, causing the head of his cock to enter her.
He thrust the rest of his cock inside of her, groaning around her nipple at the feel of her walls tightening around him. He felt her hand fist his hair in her hand and yanking his head up, smashing her lips against his.
He started his pace, plunging into her at a speed and strength he didn't know he possessed. “God, Buffy. So tight, so warm... All for me... Bloody hell! Amazing...,” he moaned as she started to kiss him on the neck.
“All for you... Uhhhn!! Fuck me, William. God!” Buffy moaned, raising her hips to meet his thrusts.
He loved the sounds she was making; her little mewls of contentment and pleasure sending shock waves of pleasure through his body. Everything about her was making his head spin, and he was already dangerously close to climaxing. He knew from reading books that clitoral stimulation helps to bring women off, so he was going to try that. He angled his hips better so he could snake his hand between them to find her clit, rubbing it with his thumb in time with his thrusts. He started to roll his hips, his ass clenching with each push.
Buffy arched her back, the new angle of his thrusts was making him go deeper inside of her and his fingers playing with her clit threw her over the edge. She screamed her release, writhing underneath him as she rode out her mind-blowing orgasm.
Her inner walls were fluttering around him as she came, wringing his cock repeatedly, as he plunged inside of her a couple more times, groaning his release into the crook of her neck. He collapsed on top of her, both panting and shaking with the intensity of their orgasms.
He rolled off of her, pulling her on her side with him and he kissed her forehead as she snuggled against his chest.
TBC