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 11
“You two had enough?” Ethan’s amused voice came from the front seat. “Or you want me to drive a bit more? Maybe to Scotland and back?”
“Shut it, you,” Ripper snarled even as Buffy blushed and hid her face against his shoulder.
Ethan just laughed and parked the car.
Gingerly Ripper withdrew and shifted her back onto the seat beside him. Buffy started adjusting her clothes, but he interrupted her, cupping her chin to make her look at him. “If that’s the way you take charge, I could probably get used to it.” His words were put out, but she saw a bit of familiar softness around his eyes.
“I was going easy on you,” she teased gently, straightening her blouse without looking away from him.
“Go as hard as you want,” he said, his voice throaty. “I’m not afraid of you, little girl.”
She knew he wasn’t, despite knowing what she was capable of. Leaning forward, she caught his mouth again, surprised to feel her desire renewing.
“Now, don’t start that again,” Ethan complained good naturedly from where he stood by the open driver’s side door.
Buffy broke away with a coy smile for Ripper as he did up his pants, then allowed Ethan to hand her out of the car while Ripper got out on the other side.
Ethan didn’t let her get far, backing her up until she was leaning against the car, his eyes dark. “Did you have fun, little girl?” he said, low and sultry.
Rather than answer, she gave him a small smile and pulled his head down to kiss him. His mouth was already open when their lips met, eager but slow, coaxing where Ripper had demanded. She indulged in the richness of it before finally breaking off. “You aren’t jealous, are you?” she teased.
He shook his head, nosing gently against her jaw. “Nothing makes a girl more attractive than watching her get rogered by Ripper.”
The starkness of his words made her suck in a breath. He was trying to shock her, and it had worked. But she could play, too. “What’s the matter, Ethan, can’t get a girl of your own?”
His expression darkened. “I seem to recall not too long ago someone insisting that you were my girl.” He pressed into her, the hard length of his erection hot against her stomach. “Did that change? You Ripper’s girl now?”
Buffy had expected his desire, even the trace of anger in his voice. What she hadn’t prepared for was the faint, haunted doubt in his eyes. How many times must he have lost out to his best friend to have that look now? She suddenly felt more compassionate, both for him and for the man he would become.
Laying her hand against his cheek, she let her thumb caress over the fullness of his lips. “I’m still your girl, Ethan.” And she pulled him down to seal the promise with a kiss.
They were interrupted when Ripper slammed the driver’s side door hard enough to rock them from their perch. “We standing out here all night?” he groused when they broke off to look at him. “It’s fuckin’ cold out here.”
Never taking his eyes off Ripper, Ethan leaned close to Buffy. “Now that one,” he said in a false whisper, “that one gets jealous.”
“Yeah,” Buffy agreed. “But of you? Or me?”
He chuckled. “Lady’s got you figured, Ripper!”
“Screw you, Rayne,” Ripper barked as he turned to storm towards the apartment building.
Still snickering, Ethan draped his arm around Buffy’s shoulder and followed him.
They had to stop and wait while Ripper unlocked the door to his apartment, and Ethan took the opportunity to pull her back into his arms and kiss her again, one strong hand on her ass to hold her against his erection. She welcomed it, curling her arms around his back and neck as she opened her mouth to him. After what had apparently happened last night and what they had already done today, there was no point in her being squeamish about who her partners were. And the secretive sex at the club and the hard, fast fuck in the car had only served to whet her appetite. Tugging his shirt out of his trousers, she slid her hands over his taut stomach, enjoying the way he flinched before she pushed the shirt up further, breaking their kiss to pull it off over his head. Then she handed it to him and pushed past Ripper into the apartment.
She kicked off her heavy boots by the door, stopping one foot at a time in the living room to tug off each sock and discarding it where she stood. The shirt she left it in the corridor, shimmying out of the peasant skirt to let it pool on the floor in the doorway. Naked, she crawled onto the bed, letting her ass sway in enticing display before she turned over and reclined against the pillows without saying a word.
They had both followed her, of course. Ethan stood at the end of the bed, his eyes almost black with desire as he undid his pants, skinning them down quickly before joining her in the bed. She barely had a moment to admire his naked body before he was covering her, hands caressing her hip and cupping one breast as his mouth came down on the other. Closing her eyes, she sighed and spread her legs, encouraging him between them until his weight rested comfortingly against her pussy. His tongue lashed over her tight nipple, sending electricity shooting through her as he rolled his hips against her. It felt amazing. Just like she had expected.
When she opened her eyes again, Ripper was standing in the doorway, watching them. He acknowledged her gaze with a quick tightening of his mouth, then began undressing as well, slowly revealing his toned, hard body to her hungry gaze.
She whimpered.
Ethan rose, moving into position at her desperate little sound. “Plenty for everyone,” he murmured. “Me first.”
“You first,” she breathed, drawing him down as he sheathed himself in her.
It felt good. Ethan inside her, Ripper watching, skin and heat and wetness and hardness filling her senses. Ethan started moving then and Buffy cried out, her hands clutching at his hips to encourage him faster. He complied, moving fast and hard until the whole bed was rocking, forcing her to reach up and brace her arms against the headboard.
Then the bed tilted and Ripper was there, his hand on Ethan’s ass to guide him, his dark hazel eyes locked with Buffy’s. He pushed Ethan to the side, making the two of them roll so that Buffy’s back was to Ripper.
She knew what was coming next.
Buffy continued the roll until she was kneeling over Ethan, taking control of their coupling, trying to ignore Ripper getting into the bedside table, slicking something over his cock to make it shiny and wet looking. Then he was beside them again, making her scream as he roughly forced one finger into her clenching ass.
Ethan pulled away from her desperate mouth to glare up at Ripper. “Go easy on the girl,” he chided hoarsely. “She doesn’t remember last night.”
She felt Ripper move into place behind her. “Well, she’s gonna remember this.”
A second finger thrust in to join the first, shooting fire through her veins. She struggled to maintain her pace, but when he scissored his fingers, she collapsed on Ethan with a despairing wail.
Ethan’s arms closed around her. “Just relax, pet,” he murmured against her hair. “The worst is over in an instant, and then it’s going to feel bloody amazing.”
She knew. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d taken a man up the ass. “Just do it,” she ordered, her face buried in Ethan’s shoulder.
Ripper withdrew his fingers to rest his hands on the curve of her behind. “What’s that?” he asked almost cruelly. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
She whipped her head around. “Just do it,” she snarled in animal need. “You want to fuck me in the ass, then do it. Or are you as big a pussy as Ethan says?”
Her derision had the desired effect. Growling with rage, he took her hips in both hands and slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Brilliant, sharp pain flared through her, followed instantly by a wash of ecstasy that drove all else aside. She sank back down so that Ethan filled her again and gave herself up to them as they started fucking her.
She was absolutely aware of every sensation, from the trickle of sweat and fluids trailing down the inside of her thigh to the ridges of their cocks catching on each other as they passed back and forth within her. Ripper grunted low and unintelligible, while Ethan maintained a steady stream of soft, filthy curses, the sounds of both filling her brain and drowning out her own eager, desperate cries of pleasure.
At last the friction and exhilaration overwhelmed her and she reared back as orgasm ripped through her. “Bloody fuck!” Ethan echoed her, arching up into her as he came in three fierce thrusts that sent her cresting again. Ripper didn’t stop as Buffy collapsed on Ethan’s chest, unable to support herself any longer. Ethan held her with tired arms as Ripper continued pulsing in and out of her tight, dripping hole. Suddenly he hissed and froze, but she could feel each jolt along his shaft as he came. He collapsed onto her back, trapping her between the two of them.
They lay like that, piled intimately together, their breath ragged and uneven, until finally Ethan reached up to give Ripper a shove. “Geroff, Rupert,” he mumbled grumpily. “You’re gonna crush poor Annie, you birk.”
Ripper grumbled but slid down to the mattress, drawing Buffy down with him, trapping her under the comforting weight of his arm. Ethan turned on his side to spoon up against her back, nestling his face in her hair as his breathing slowed.
Exhaustion captured her slowly as well, warm comfort seeping through her languid muscles to draw her down into blissful sleep.
She woke with a start, her heart pounding, her skin chilled and clammy as she fought for breath, dreams of pain and fire and isolation, of chasing something that was trying to get her still vapors in her mind. It was familiar and all the more frightening for it.
Something was different this time, though.
A slow, steady heartbeat thumped beneath her ear, and she realized she was curled up on Ethan’s chest as he held her, one of his hands resting on the slope of her breast. Ripper was behind her, his arm draped over them both as his hand rested possessively on Ethan’s bare ass. Ethan snuffled in his sleep and drew her closer, pressing a kiss against her hair without waking.
She relaxed slowly, safe in their cocoon, and drifted back to sleep.