Previously in "Sum": A freak accident has split Buffy into two not-so-equal pieces. The Scoobies are trying to find a way to fix things, but Slayer seems to be coming apart at the seams. Intimate contact with Buffy seems to be the answer. But someone's being left out . . .
Chapter 13 Three
He rolled onto his back, closing his eyes to focus on his
body’s responses. The blood was no longer rushing to his cock, but that was less
from the end of the twins’ lovemaking and more because he was already harder
than he had ever been.
He drew a long, unneeded breath and slowly blew it out, trying to relax as much
of his body as he could. He should get out of this bed. Maybe go into the
bathroom and have a good, long wank.
Two or three times. Or four. Or five . . .
The girls started whispering. Actually, it was Slayer doing the whispering, the
quiet susurrations too faint even for his ears. Buffy replied softly, but still
loud enough that he could hear.
“Mmm, I’m sure.”
Surprise. “But you just . . !”
More insistent whispers.
“Well, I suppose if we have to be fair . . .”
Slayer rolled across Buffy with a growl to descend on him, catching his mouth in
a fierce, hungry kiss as her naked body straddled him, eager hands scrambling
under the hem of his shirt to bare his taut muscles to her touch and gaze. He
groaned in her mouth, trapping her head with his hands as he lost control of his
need and devoured her mouth as he ground his cock up into her pelvis. But when
she pulled away to jerk his shirt over his head, he regained a touch of sanity
“No. No!” He gripped her shoulders to stop her as she leaned in to kiss him
again. “I’ve got to get out of here. This isn’t right.”
“Oh, here we go again,” Slayer grumbled, dropping an elbow into his chest
painfully to lean on it in frustration.
Buffy slapped her lightly on the shoulder. “Be nice,” she commanded. She leaned
in to gently stroke his hair from his forehead, the soft roundness of her
breasts right in front of him. He closed his eyes to the temptation. “What is
it, Spike?”
“It’s too much, pet,” he practically begged. “It’s not right. You two ‘s fine,
but not me, too. We’ve already gone too far . . .”
“Shh,” she soothed him, Slayer motionless above them as she watched the scene
play out. “Have you done anything we didn’t ask you to, Spike?” She answered for
him when he wouldn’t. “No, you’ve done nothing but think about our needs and
what the other, the whole Buffy, would want since this whole thing started.
You’ve made us both feel beautiful and safe and completely satisfied.” She
smiled at the soft growl that issued from the Slayer. “You’ve done everything
we’ve asked of you, despite knowing the consequences. We don’t want it all to be
consequences, Spike. Let there be some reward in it, too. Just this one night.”
And she kissed his swollen mouth gently.
He looked up into her eyes. “You shoulda gone to hell,” he said huskily, moving
one hand to stroke her cheek, soothing away the hurt that bloomed in her eyes.
“Satan coulda used a beautiful succubus like you who can talk men into running
to their damnation.”
The hurt softened and she kissed him again. “It will be all right,” she
promised. “Oh, and Spike?” She stopped mid-retreat, looking meaningfully to the
Slayer and then back knowingly. “Don’t hold back.”
Slayer roared at Buffy’s tacit permission and resumed her attack, crushing her
breasts into his bare chest as she captured his mouth. He growled and returned
the kiss with equal force.
He let her dominate him, sliding into their familiar dance of aggression and
desire as he wove his fingers into the base of her loosening braid. He jerked
her head around, trapping her with her ear against his lips. “You heard what the
lady said, pet. No holding back. You know what that means?” He slid out form
under her, never releasing his hold on her as he dropped her on her face on the
mattress, leaning into her back to pin her. “That means that this time, I’m in
control.” And he bit down hard into her shoulder with flat, white teeth.
She cried out in rage and arousal, fighting against him. But he didn’t release
her as his nails slid roughly over the flesh on her back and thighs and ass and
his blunt teeth nipped and gnawed their way over her shoulders and arms.
He
pulled at her head occasionally, emphasizing his control over her as he posed
her like a mannequin. As her curses and threats transitioned to needy cries, he
eased off her, still holding her trapped by her braid. As soon as his weight was
off her, though, she moved to turn on him. “Ah ah, not this time.” He pressed
her harder into the mattress. “Behave, or I’ll tie you down.”
She gasped in disbelief.
Buffy silently positioned herself at the head of the bed, eyes hooded with
desire, and reached out to grip Slayer’s wrists in living manacles. Slayer could
break Buffy’s grip easily, but the symbolism of the gesture wasn’t lost on any
of them. Slayer stopped struggling.
Spike still didn’t let go of her hair as he rose to his knees to unbutton his
fly, easing the denim over his hips and releasing his eager cock, hard and
purple and desperate for contact. He kicked the pants off the rest of the way
and crouched next to her, sliding his length against the velvet curve of her
ass, the warmth and friction making him groan in pleasure.
He slid an arm under her strong belly and lifted up, raising her to her knees as
he moved behind her. He was grateful that she had just come. She’d be sensitive,
swollen and easier to please, which was good because his need was so hot and
fierce that no amount of control on his part could make this anything but quick.
His arm still under her, he caressed roughly up the insides of her thighs,
barely brushing her center with each pass, his thumb coming away damp each time.
He couldn’t resist taunting her with it. “All that strength and anger and drive,
and you can’t resist it, can you? Giving up control willingly, surrendering
instead of following your instincts, that’s what turns you on. That’s what makes
you want me. I’m the enemy. Surrendering to me is the ultimate act of submission
for you, isn’t it?” He stroked his cock between her legs, slipping easily along
her sopping slit. He leaned closer to her ear. “Love it when you give in to me,
Slayer. Best damn feeling in the world.” And he drove into her.
She was slick and eager and engulfed him like liquid ecstasy. He paused,
breathing heavily to try to hold onto a shred of restraint. He looked up and
into Buffy’s eyes. She was flushed and panting, eyes enormous as she watched
them. He could smell her arousal, slightly sweeter than Slayer’s more coppery
scent.
He drew his hips back and slammed forward again, making both women gasp. He
moved shallowly, deeply, slow and fast, building Slayer up as he held his own
release off. Using his grip in her hair, he pulled her slowly up until her back
rested against his chest, Buffy having released her hold on Slayer’s arms. He
curled one arm over her shoulder to reach her breast, the other finally
releasing her hair to curve around her waist, stroking over her stomach to slide
down into her pussy, fingers slicking over her clit as he began fucking her in
earnest, his eyes never leaving Buffy’s face.
Slayer cried out, gripping his arms for support as she rode him earnestly. He
growled in her ear, the vibrations driving her faster as he felt his release
quickly approaching.
Buffy watched transfixed, her fingers caressing delicately over her own spread
thighs and swollen breasts.
He roared, thrusting hard as he twisted Slayer’s engorged clit, her scream of
delight rupturing the last barrier as he exploded in release.
They both dropped onto the mattress bonelessly. She rolled away, then moved up
to rest her head on Buffy’s thigh. Spike rolled his head back to look up at
Buffy. “You okay, luv?”
She closed her eyes, reliving the moment. “That was the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen.”
He smiled. “I always knew I should have tried mirrors with you.”
“Wouldn’t have been the same.” She stroked his fine hair gently. “I wouldn’t
have been able to see you.”
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