TITLE: Nighttime Teasing
EMAIL MEREDITH AT: pandamer@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to Joss...
SUMMARY: Smut. Plain and simple smut. I've been writing a series called "If you don't stop you'll go blind", and that should give you a bit of an idea what it's about!
RATING: NC-17
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She snuck into his crypt in complete silence. He didn't stir from his sleep, didn't know she was there. Several days ago, she had come to see him during the day and found him sleeping. He was naked, covered by a white sheet, lying on his back. That day he captured her attention and she was unable to tear her eyes away from him. It wasn't his lean muscular body, or his gorgeous face that did it, it was the huge hard-on tenting the sheets. She stared as his cock pointed straight up and throbbed and jumped occasionally. Spike was having one hell of a dream, and Buffy was instantly wet from the sight before her.
He moaned her name in his sleep, and she began to feel the anger build in her. She pushed the anger away and watched as his hips moved up and down, so slightly that it was almost imperceptible.
"…Oh…Buffy…love you…God…so hot and tight…oh…cumming…"
And as he groaned out the word 'cumming,' his sperm poured from his cock, and the white sheet showed a growing wet spot. Buffy couldn't breathe, and she had to force her legs to carry her back outside before the Vampire woke up to his soaked sheets. She ran all the way home, up to her bedroom, locked the door and pulled off her pants. Her fingers found her clit immediately and began rubbing back and forth hard and fast. She thrust her hips against her hand and slid two fingers deep into her tight wetness. Buffy fingered herself until she came hard, her fingers squeezed tight, her voice calling out to Spike.
Once she calmed down, she caught a look of herself in the mirror. Her pants were down around her ankles, her body sweaty and rising and falling with her breath, and her fingers still buried inside her.
* Too bad Spike didn't get to see that, I bet he would have cum immediately! *
She pulled her fingers out of herself a little, watching in the mirror, and her arousal grew again. Buffy pushed back inside and began to finger her wetness and her clit while her eyes were glued to the reflection she was casting. With her other hand, she pulled her shirt off and cast it to the side, and worked herself until her second orgasm wracked through her body.
While she was pleasuring herself, Spike was waking to his spot on the sheets. He silently berated his cock, angry with it for acting while he was asleep. He used the sheet to wipe the sticky substance from his body, and the soft cool sheet re-awoke the arousal in him. Then he pulled the sheet tight around his hardening cock, and stroked up and down.
His mind drifted to the taste of Buffy's lips and the feel of the swell of her breast. Thanks to Red, he was given a few chances to touch and kiss her, and the memory was overwhelming. He brought himself to a second orgasm and allowed himself to hiss her name into the darkness.
The two of them rested on the beds unmoving for a while, and then got up and went on with their lives.
Every day since then, she had enter his crypt to watch him dream of her, watch him cum in his sleep and then she would run home to bring herself release. Spike would wake to wet sheets, but there was now a lingering smell of Buffy in the crypt. He tossed it up to his imagination, but inhaled deeply just in case. The Buffy smell was laced with the scent of her arousal, and this was something new.
The first time he smelled it was a few days ago, and since then he smelled it every time he woke up after a wet dream of her. He would smile at the thought of her watching him, and his most recent fantasy reflected that idea. She'd be hiding in the crypt and he stroked himself into orgasm, imagining she was there.
So here she was again. He wasn't completely hard yet. She came a little early to watch the show in full this time. His semi-hard cock was pushing the sheets up, and he was starting to moan her name and words of love.
Buffy stared so hard she could almost see through the sheets. She wanted to know what he looked like uncovered, and she wanted most of all to touch him. The desire was awesome, and without her control, she walked over to the side of his bed. She knelt on the floor beside him, her eyes never moving from the hardening member just inches from her.
She watched for a while more while he aroused himself further. The same desire that forced her to move close to him now raised her hand over his fully hard cock. Her fingers lowered so slowly, she thought hours must have passed. Just before she touched him, her eyes went to his face and locked on to his features. If he made any indication of waking, she would run.
He seemed so engrossed in the dream that her need overpowered her reason, and her hand came to rest on the top of his cock. Never looking away from his face, she wrapped her fingers around him and slid her hand down the length of it. Spike moaned loud and passionately at her touch, and she held perfectly still. He said her name, but never woke. Once she was sure he was used to the pressure her hand made around him, she started rubbing him gently and lightly.
He jumped in her hands, stilling her movement completely several times. She realized he would react to her without waking if she kept the same movement going, and she grew more brave and daring. She moved faster and applied slightly more pressure, and Spike began to thrust into her hands.
She was breathing hard and deep, the arousal between her legs so strong she didn't know if she could take it much longer. Knowing that she was moments from cumming, and that he was just as ready, she took her thumb and rubbed the sensitive spot just under the head. The combination of the feel of the sheet on him and the pressure she was supplying was all Spike needed. In his dream, he pushed her legs back over his shoulders and buried his cock in her completely. His seed shot out into her, and they both screamed in pleasure. In the waking world, Buffy squeezed him tight as his orgasm began to pump his cum from him, and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming out loud as she came at the same time.
She stared at the softening muscle and roused herself to leave. Slowly she let go and backed out of the crypt. Once she was outside, she ran home, barely able to control herself. Her hand smelled of him, and she had a little of his cum on her fingers. She finally made it to her room and masturbated herself into a frenzy, the memory of the incident fresh.
Spike woke and instantly smelled her. If he hadn't know better, he would swear she was right there. His cock was still throbbing, and the sheet was sticking to him. The smell of his arousal and Buffy's arousal caused the muscle to spring back into action, and he stroked himself wildly, drinking in her scent.
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The next day, Buffy returned determined to have a repeat performance. She stood in the shadows, waiting for his dream to start. The moment it did, she crossed the distance between them and took up her position at the side of the bed. Slowly her hand snaked out to take position of the semi-hard member, and she started to duplicate the events of the previous day.
After only a few moments, Spike was hard and panting needlessly in his sleep. Once again, her desire got the better of her reason, and she released her hold on him. He groaned in disappointment, but she had something better in mind. She slipped her hand under the sheet and wrapped it around his naked skin.
The instant her hand made contact, Spike woke up. He held himself in check, realizing that something new was happening. Someone was holding him, jerking him off in his sleep. He pretended to continue sleeping, responding to the feel of that hand on him. It took him less than a second to recognize that it was Buffy at his side, and the knowledge sent him over the edge. He panted her name and came on her hand, his cum dripping down into her fingers. The Vampire could hear her puffing and knew she was cumming with him.
He continued to feign sleep while she retrieved her hand. She quickly made her way to the door, and he could hear her run away at an almost preternatural speed. Spike laid there staring up at the ceiling for the rest of the day. He was afraid to move, afraid it would turn it all into a dream. But it wasn't a dream! She was there, and had probably been there several times before. He thought back to the first time he smelled her in his room, and couldn't control the smile that attached itself to his face. He was grinning like an idiot and he didn't care. Talk about a crumb! Spike knew he would cherish this moment for the rest of his existence, even if it never happened again.
He never had to worry. The next day he was jolted from his dream to the feeling of Buffy's small hand stroking him up and down. He forced himself to be calm and drag this out, never letting on that he was awake. Her hand felt so good on him, teasing him and tickling him, that he lost control and thrust into her hand. Thinking that the game was up, he held perfectly still, but Buffy continued stroking him. He repeated the action and could smell the arousal from her grow. Again and again he jerked his hips into her hand, again and again she tightened and loosened her grip on him.
Finally, he couldn't take it any more, and he came in her hand. She instantly keened, the noise she made so high pitched that only canines and Vampires could hear it. Just as the previous day, Buffy ran home leaving him to clean up the mess. That same idiot smile reappeared on his face, and he laughed out loud at the joy that was bursting from his heart.
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She showed up every day for the five days, the routine never changing. On the sixth day, Buffy's reason left her once again and she pulled the sheet off him to look at his hard cock. She gasped quietly as she looked over it's length. Spike was proud of the reaction he was causing in her, and drove his hips into her hand as she stared. He felt her move in closer to him, and wondered what new little game she had devised for them today.
He was answered with the most pleasurable feeling he had to date. Her tongue touched the head of his cock and licked the bead of pre-cum away. He hissed and forced his body to remain in control as she took the head into her mouth. Her tongue moved over and around him, and she sucked on him gently. He could feel her eyes on his face as she watched for any sign of him waking, and he pressed his eyes shut.
Her hand moved up and down, bumping against her mouth as she sucked on him. He was moaning loudly, jerking his body against the sheets and her mouth, and within moments, he came. She felt the cold stream hit the back of her throat and she coughed slightly as she tried to take it all in. She came with him and moaned around his pumping cock. Spike grasped the sheets in his hands to stop them from grabbing her head and holding her on him.
The pleasure he felt in her mouth was rivaled only by the anguish caused when she released him and left the crypt. He looked at his softening cock and addressed it, "Good job!"
When Buffy got to her room, she froze in fear when she realized that Spike would wake to dry sheets. Then she started laughing at the thought of him looking into his lap with confusion written on his face. She turned red from laughing so hard, fell on her bed, closed her eyes and rubbed her clit while remembering the taste of his cock. She could still taste his cum, and the orgasms that wracked through her body were unbelievably intense.
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As before, her new game continued for several days, until she grew bored once again and left reason back in her home. She was sucking on him, every day he lasted longer than the day before, when she pulled away and stood up next to his bed. Spike was thrashing against the bed, wishing he could open his eyes and beg her to continue.
He heard the swish of her skirt and the smell of her arousal doubled instantly. She had taken off her panties and hiked her skirt up! She climbed onto the bed painfully slow, watching his face for any indication of him waking up, and straddled his thighs. After several more agonizing minutes, she took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto it, sliding it into her burning hot wetness.
Spike's mouth opened and his head was thrown back in ecstasy. She held still and squeezed him with her powerful muscles. Then, suddenly, she began rising herself off his hips and lowering herself once again. She had her hands on her head to stop herself from reaching out to grab him, and pulled on her hair to stop the screams of pleasure from issuing forth. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her breath was coming in harsh bursts.
Spike had had enough. He absolutely could not take this any more. He opened his eyes and gazed on her pleasure flushed face and body. Her skirt had flailed out and was covering them both, but her breasts were bouncing slightly under her shirt. He continued to watch her ride him, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she finally did, she froze and the look on her face turned from that of pleasure to terror.
"Ohmygod!" was all she could scream when her eyes met his. Her hands locked in her hair and she started to shake. She was ready to bolt.
Before she could make a run for it, Spike reached up and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her down flush against his body and twisted and turned them until she was lying beneath him with her legs on either side of him. His arms wrapped tightly around her, and he drove her into the sheets. She lost all desire to run and returned his embrace. Her hips rose to meet his in bruising thrusts, and they buried their heads in each other's necks, screaming in pleasure and finally realized desire.
"Oh my god, Buffy!" His head rose and their eyes locked again. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his body, allowing him deeper access to her core. His lips came smashing down on hers and they ground each other into the single most intense orgasm either of them had ever experienced.
Spike howled her name like a wolf when he came, his eyes flashing yellow and his arms gripping her in a bone-crushing hug. She returned the hug with equal ferocity as she exploded around him. Her head was thrown back and her voice screamed his name over and over again.
His body collapsed on top of her, his mouth sought out her lips, and his hands caressed her hips. She kissed him back, resigned to the fact that there was no way out of this situation but forward.
"How 'bout we do this the right way luv?"
His mouth moved to her neck and kissed the pulse point while his hands pulled her shirt up and over her head.
"What makes you think I want to?" She was trying to recover some of her pride by playing hard to get. All she earned for her trouble was his finger sliding into her wetness and his tongue into her mouth.
Suddenly, he withdrew from her and asked, "What were you saying?"
"Bastard."
"I love you."
"Show me…Ahhh, Ahhhhhhhh, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
THE END
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