Summary Buffy makes a wish and finds Ripper and Ethan on the other side
Rating NC17 Het, Slash, multiple
Disclaimer No quality fanfiction was harmed in the writing of this story.
Any injured copyrights were unintentional
Notes Thanks to Scarlettgirl for planting the original seed to this in a parking garage in downtown Philly,
to Mydeira for starting it and then letting me take over (large chunks of the first three chapters are hers, so share the love),
and to Wickedfox for the absolutely amazing graphic she made to go with it!
Chapter 10
It was like having a tiger on a leash. It couldn’t get away, but that didn’t keep it from attacking you.
Buffy could feel them both behind her, following her back to the high street. Ethan caught up with her as they merged with the crowd and slung his arm around her in that casually possessive way he had. “You’re playing with fire, you know that?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She leaned into the gesture. “I can take him.” Then with less certainty, “Is he really ticked?”
Ethan shrugged. “Enough. Not that he doesn’t deserve it. We’ve made it too easy on him.”
“Why don’t you stand up to him? You could do it.”
“Too much work. Besides, the rewards make up for it.”
She cocked his head to the side. “Do you love him?”
Ethan pulled back to look at her quizzically. “Now that’s an odd thing to ask. What’s love got to do with anything?”
She was embarrassed and tried to pull away. “I don’t know. You two just seem so close, so connected. Like there’s more to . . . whatever it is you have.”
“You’re too hung up on old fashioned romantic notions, love.” He held on to her, not letting her get away. “Ripper and I have a mutually beneficial relationship. Nothing more to it. Sex and love aren’t mutually inclusive. Hell, they aren’t even mutually exclusive. Don’t be trying to make more of it than it is.”
She resisted the urge to look back over her shoulder as they made their way back towards the car park. “Is he still there? He’s awfully quiet.”
“Oh, yes. Can’t you feel him? All heat and hunger.” Ethan gave a dramatic shiver. “Should make for an interesting night.”
“Interesting good or interesting scary?”
He just grinned.
Ripper beat her to the passenger door by two steps, yanking the door open and folding the seat down. “Get in the back,” he ordered.
Buffy glared at him.
Gritting his teeth, he added, “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nice . . .” She climbed into the back to the sound of Ethan’s snigger as he got behind the wheel. Ripper made the whole car shake as he folded his long body into the back seat as well, kicking at the passenger seat angrily until it slid forward enough to make room for his legs. He slammed the door and slouched back in his seat. With another sullen kick, he knocked the passenger seat back into place.
He was sulking. It would take a little while for his anger to turn more aggressive, but Buffy wasn’t sure she wanted to wait. His pissy mood was almost worse than his anger. Leaning forward, she said quietly over Ethan’s shoulder, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
He caught her eye in the rearview mirror. “Just don’t break the boy,” he said in amusement. “I’ve got plans for him later.”
She ignored the wobble the thought of his plans caused to her insides. Instead she turned and, using the momentum of the car’s acceleration, shoved Ripper up against the car frame. “What the hell’s your problem?” Without waiting for him to answer, she pulled his shirt out of his pants, letting her hand trail over the hard muscles there. “You act like someone took away your favorite toy.”
His hand came up and gripped her hair, sending electricity skittering over her scalp. “I don’t like to beg for what I want,” he growled in frustration.
“I’m not asking you to.” In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought as she undid the fly of his pants.
“So what was all that back there?” He hissed when she drew his cock out, stroking it lightly.
“That was me telling you that everything you’ve done to me, I wanted. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to.” She bent her head and kissed his stomach, her own heart racing at what she was initiating.
“So you’re telling me you like me pushing you around?” His grip on her hair loosened, allowing her to move down further. This was a more intimate view of him than she’d had so far, and Buffy was surprised when her mouth started to water.
“Yeah, I do. Sexually.” She stroked her cheeks against his hard length, enjoying his reaction. “I’m always the strong one, the one who’s in charge. It feels good to let someone else take the lead sometimes.” Her hand curled loosely around his shaft as she placed a soft kiss on the tip, studying the thick length, the elaborate veining. “Now, don’t get me wrong, you try it in front of the others, I’ll put you down. I’m not one of your flunkies. But in the bedroom . . .”
“Or the lounge,” Ethan interjected.
“Or the bathroom.” Ripper’s voice was rough when he added to the list.
“When it’s just us,” she amended, “then you don’t have to ask. You can try to take.”
“Try?” He tipped her chin up to look at him.
She grinned up at him. “You might like it if I fight back.”
Before he could respond, she ran the flat of her tongue up the sensitive underside of his cock and sucked the cap between her lips.
His response was all she could have hoped. His hands clutched into the backs of the passenger and rear seats as he sucked in a breath, arching his hips up for more. But Buffy was in no hurry, spiraling her tongue over the convex tip before taking it back to start all over again. Slowly he relaxed, pulling his right leg up against the back of their seat and shifting his left to give her room on the floor in front of him, using the motion to shove his pants down further. Buffy slipped down to her knees in the tight space, never missing a stroke as she made herself more comfortable. The vibrations from the moving car shivered up the insides of her legs to add to her own arousal
The only thing new about this situation was the location. Oral play had always been Spike’s favorite activity, both giving and receiving, and he’d been more than happy to help her master her technique. Which was the polite way of saying she had spent a lot of time on her knees with his cock in her mouth while he told her in no uncertain terms the best ways to blow him. They’d never managed to do it in a moving vehicle, though.
What had worked for Spike seemed to work just as well for Ripper. He had his eyes closed and his head resting back against the frame of the little car, his jaw clenched as she took her time tracing every vein and curve. When he seemed on the verge of losing patience, she slipped her hand beneath his sac and slowly started massaging his balls. He groaned in pleasure, his hand cupping her head to caress her hair. She kept him on edge like that, enjoying a long, leisurely build before finally taking him fully into her mouth when she was ready.
The hand on her head clenched, pulling at her hair to force her down further. “That’s it, girl, suck it,” he growled, sounding like something from a bad seventies porn film. But by this point Buffy didn’t care, so lost was she in the trance of pleasuring him.
“Told you she was brilliant,” Ethan spoke from the driver’s seat. The knowledge that he was watching them in the mirror shouldn’t be turning her on this much.
“Yeah, god.” Ripper was looking down at her now, watching her work him. “Suck it harder, Annie. Wanna feel it.”
Buffy was tempted to stop and make some smart remark, but Ripper was so close and she didn’t want to lose the momentum. So she did as he asked, sucking as tightly as she could without accidentally hurting him. He moaned a curse as his whole body twitched, but then suddenly he was drawing her up, breaking the seal of her mouth as he lifted her to straddle his bare thighs, shoving her skirt up around her waist. “Not enough,” he grumbled, pulling her into a kiss. “Need to fuck you, Annie. Right now.” Even as his mouth plundered hers, he shifted her, searching for entrance, his hard cock prodding at thighs damp with her arousal.
“Not here,” she pushed him back, twisting ineffectually to escape him. “Anybody could see.”
“That didn’t stop you at the club.” His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer. “Besides, you could stop me if you really wanted to. You want this as much as I do.” His voice dropped even lower. “Say it, Annie. Tell me how much you want me.”
But she couldn’t speak as his cock found her center and thrust into her, winning her instant surrender. He moved to sit more squarely, allowing her to rest her knees on the seat on either side of him as he guided her into a steady rise and fall against him.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers knotted tight in her hair. “Is that leftover from the fight? Or is it all for me?”
Words were lost to her in the face of the delicious friction they were generating, so she just nodded and let him draw his own conclusions. The fight had certainly started her off, but it was everything after that had her so excited that the juices were trickling down her thighs and making soft sucking sounds every time he withdrew.
He pushed his hand up under her shirt to palm her breast roughly. “Harder,” he demanded, then cursed when she complied. “Christ, Annie, you feel like a fucking vice. So damn good.”
It was. Ripper was thick and hard within her, his shaft crushing against her clit as the car bumped and swayed in response to Ethan’s manic driving. Ethan had cranked up the radio into a pounding beat that was impossible not to copy. Buffy clutched at the seat on either side of Ripper’s head for leverage as she moved faster and faster, slowly forgetting him in her own growing desperation.
But he didn’t forget her. “That’s it, girl,” he rumbled, his hands now under her skirt to grip the bare globes of her ass, encouraging her to move even faster. “Fuck the hell out of me. Don’t stop, Annie, don’t you dare stop now. You’ll come when I do or you’ll have hell to pay.”
“Ripper,” she growled in warning.
He grunted and jerked. “Say my name again,” he snarled. “Do it.”
“Ripper.” This time it came out softer, more needy.
“Annie.” It was almost a sigh, warm against her face as he tightened his grip and locked her hips against his, arching up one last time.
The sound of that name went through her as powerfully as her own would have. It combined with the fierce throb of his cock to push her over at last. She fell forward, curling her arms around his neck, her whole body wracking as she came. His arms folded around her, protective and comforting. And suddenly this didn’t feel weird or strange at all.
It felt like where she belonged.