TITLE: Stuck
EMAIL MEREDITH AT: pandamer@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: everything belongs to Joss...
SUMMARY: Buffy and Spike get caught in a "compromising" position
NOTE: This is the next part in my If You Don't Stop You'll Go Blind Series. The stories in this series are actually a group of short stories, one not having any relationship to the others. They are all stand-alone fictions, and can be found on www.bloodremembers.com
DEDICATIONS: To One Good Day, for asking where Spike's bed was! And to Barb, I know I promised not to write any more PWPs so I could win a date with James, but I just CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!!
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"I can't believe we're stuck in here like this!" She tried to lift herself up slightly, but the lid was on and she banged her back. She was forced to lie back down on top of him.
"We're stuck until someone comes to get us out luv. Might as well make the best of it." Spike was loving the way it felt to have her on top like this, and hating it as well. Every time she shifted he had to dig his nails into his leg to stop himself from getting a massive erection.
No matter how hard they kicked and punched and pushed, they were completely unable to break free. And of course, all that kicking and punching and pushing had Spike questioning his sanity before long. He knew he had drawn blood from his leg, and it was getting increasingly harder to control the little beast between his thighs.
They were trapped, and they couldn't begin to imagine how long it would be before they could get out. Buffy decided to move down the length of the box further to try the side by their feet, so she shimmied down Spike's body.
With a loud groan of defeat, resignation and arousal, Spike gave up. The blood in his body rushed between his legs, and his cock pushed painfully against his jeans in the form of a hard swollen bar.
"Do me a favor luv, climb back up here again." It was pitch dark so she couldn't easily see the gleam of heat in his eyes and smile of desire on his face. She did as she was asked quickly, first her breasts, then stomach, and finally her pelvis sliding against his throbbing cock.
Once she was face to face with him and realized what was pulsing against her, her eyes went wide and her heart skipped a beat or two.
"SPIKE! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
"Stop screaming luv, now climb back down again." His hips began to rotate under her, his cock pushing hard against her mound. Buffy was in such a state of shock, she was completely frozen. Just as Spike's muscles acted without his control, Buffy's vaginal muscles throbbed and her clit swelled from the pressure being applied.
And as fast as she was stunned, she was in control again, and furious.
In a soft and menacing voice, Buffy whispered, "I'm only going to say this once and then I'm going to beat you senseless. Stop dry-humping me!"
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, but stopped moving his hips completely. "Sorry Buffy, I can't help it. I'm so hard it hurts! It's all that moving and sliding you did! I swear, just give me a few minutes and it will be all over. Okay?"
Buffy lifted her hips off him to break any contact they had. She held herself up and waited for him to calm down. He released her and looked at her body hovering over his, his demon eyes accentuating every curve. Her breasts were outlined in her tight shirt, trying to fall out and onto his face, her bare thighs, covered only slightly with a skirt, gripped his legs tight as she held herself up, and her nipples were two points just begging to be sucked. Spike took deep unneeded breaths and closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids he saw her naked over him, his cock nudging at her entrance. Quickly Spike opened his eyes but still the real thing turned out to be harder to handle than the fantasy. He groaned again, trying to get his mind off her. He finally realized there was only one way he was going to get rid of his hard-on other than shagging her senseless, so despite his better judgment, he did what was necessary.
After a long silent wait, Buffy's arms and legs began to ache and she eased herself back down onto him. If she had been naked, she would have impaled herself on him. He had his cock in his hand, and it was hard as a rock.
"Oh, bloody Hell! Couldn't you have at least let me finish?" The insincerity of his words wasn't lost on her.
She lifted her head fast, banging it on the lid and made herself see stars. "OWW!" Her body came back down on him hard, his cock nudging up into her skirt and resting on her panties.
It took her a moment to recover from the smack she gave herself, and when she did she realized there was something hard and throbbing between her legs. Spike was panting and groaning painfully, trying to keep his hips from moving.
She was a second from shifting once more when Spike practically screamed, "Don't move! Just don't move. You move, and I'm gonna cum on your knickers. Just lay perfectly still."
"You were supposed to be getting rid of your hard-on, not jerking off!"
"I WAS getting rid of my hard-on! I just don't understand why you get so upset. Don't you realize WHY I get so hot and hard around you?"
She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with him, especially in this position. "You're disgusting!"
"No, I'm not. I just can't help it luv! When I'm near you, I'm always fighting to keep my cock in my pants. And it's not just because I want to shag you either. Lie still and listen to me. It's not like you have anything better to do."
Buffy knew she was stuck in this position, so she decided to ride it out. She couldn't get a hard enough hit out to knock him unconscious because there wasn't enough room for her to pull her arm back and haul off at him, so she stilled herself and put her head on his chest. The fact that the entire situation was turning her on made the decision to listen easier. She couldn't tell if it was his pre-cum making her panties wet, or if she was the one doing it.
"When I look at you, there are so many things I want to do. I think about tasting your lips, kissing them slowly and gently. I want to run my tongue along the soft ridges and into the corners, tickling your pouty lips and making them swollen. I want to part those lips with my own, and delve into your mouth. I would run the tip of my tongue along the bottom of your mouth, up around to the roof, caressing and tasting you."
Buffy was glad it was so dark in their prison; she was getting very aroused by his talk.
"Next, I would run my mouth down your neck and nibble your ears, purring into them." That's when she noticed he was purring, very softly. He continued, "My tongue would swirl on your pulse, teasing the heat from your body. I'd move lower down on you, until my head was between your perfect breasts. But by now I'd be so turned on that I'd have to get a tad more serious. I'd suck your nipples into my mouth, back and forth, and when they were good and hard, I'd blow on them, watching the skin around them wrinkle further.
"While I work on your breasts with my mouth, my hands would begin roaming over your beautiful body. I'd rub your mouth with my thumb, letting you kiss it and suck on it gently between the moans my tongue elicits. My hands would move slowly down your shoulders, past your hips and down your legs, and back up again by way of your inner thighs. I'd tickle you, right through your panties. Just soft brushes at first, but you'd buck into my hand and I'd be forced to rub you more insistently."
Buffy was pushing her head against his chest hard, trying to calm herself down. She couldn't help the reaction she was having to his words. She was swollen, wet, throbbing and dying to kiss him. She could feel him against her, his cool cock brushing her panties and thighs. She couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on.
Spike brought one hand down and rested it on the back of her legs, just below her panty line. He drew small daring circles, waiting for her to push him away. When she didn't, he continued touching her, his fingers sliding under her panties and over her flushed ass.
While one hand busied itself touching the naked skin of her ass, the other began to move closer and closer to her center. They were both completely silent and her heart pounded against his chest. Her breathing was ragged and the purring coming from him rose and fell in waves.
He slid the tips of his fingers over her swollen lips and stroked around and under her clit. She was already sopping wet.
"I'd slide one finger inside you, feeling your muscles draw me in. You'd throb around me as I pulled out, and whimper for me to go back inside." One finger slide into her wet channel, and Buffy gasped as a flood of hot lubrication flowed down his hand.
"Next, I'd."
"Spike?"
"Yes luv?"
"Shut up."
Her lips crashed down on his and her hips thrust against his hand. Spike was ready to cum, and he withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his cock, pulling aside her panties and teasing her lips apart with the swollen seeping head. She pushed down slowly, sheathing him bit by bit.
"Oh fuck, Buffy, you're so tight and wet and hot." The words came out in the form of a guttural groan that sent throbbing shivers down her spine.
"Unngh.fuck.Spike!" It was too much for her, and she came. Her walls fluttered around him at first, and then clamped down on him in a vice grip only to be released once more. She pumped hard and fast and he dug his nails into his palms to hold back his own orgasm.
* Made her cum with only one thrust. *
He smiled against her until she began to calm down. The moment her throbbing let up a bit, he pulled out almost completely and slammed back in with bruising force. Buffy screamed as her orgasm shattered into a million pieces and washed over her again. She was experiencing her first multiple orgasm.
"FUCK! Spike! Oh GOD!"
"That's it baby, come on, cum on me."
Her entire body shook with a convulsive onslaught of climaxes as he drove her harder and harder. His hands gripped her ass and held her hips still. Cool fingers dipped down between her legs and pulled the lips that were around his cock apart, spreading her wide to his plunging.
The steady string of groans and impassioned screams that issued from her mouth overwhelmed him. She called out for him. For him to fuck her harder and faster, to make her cum, to never stop. Her eyes were wide and wild and drove him to points of ecstasy he had never known possible.
She brought her face level with his and attacked his lips, kissing and biting him. Her arms wrapped around his body and she took control of their mating. She rose and fell over him, and when their eyes met she uttered the words that he had longed to hear for years.
"I want you so bad!"
"UURRRRARAAAHHHH!!" He threw his head back and gripped her tight as his cock released jet after jet of cum into her. He came for what seemed like forever, panting as if his existence depended on it. Buffy took one last look into his eyes and collapsed on him in utter exhaustion. Within moments they were both asleep.
Hours later he woke, his soft cock still nestled in her curls. He could feel it begin to harden as she slept on his chest. Even in her sleep, she sensed his arousal and woke up.
"Again?" she asked in a coy voice.
In answer he captured her lips and kissed her deeply and passionately. She rocked against him in anticipation. But she stopped him suddenly.
"What do you say we do this in a bed?"
"Um, luv, we're stuck. Remember?"
Buffy reached out over his head and twisted something behind him. With a quiet click, the latch came free and the lid swung over and off the top.
"You little vixen! You planned this from the start!"
"Na-ah!" she insisted as she climbed out and stood beside the box. "I just remembered is all."
He jumped out, his cock swinging between his legs and beckoning her to come closer.
"I just thought, you're a Vampire and you sleep on top of that sarcophagus all day, and you should sleep inside a coffin. Specially since you live in a graveyard. So I bought you this one. It was an accident that we fell in when looking inside! I swear!"
He rushed her and picked her up around her waste.
"Now why would I want to sleep inside that tight uncomfortable box!" While one hand held her body on his shoulder, the other pulled the trap door open. He bound down to the cellar and deposited her on a lush bed in the corner.
"When did this get here?" She was surrounded by satin and silk and goose down pillows.
"Always been her luv, you just never looked." Like a playful kitten, he pounced on her. "Thank you for the gesture though. I'll never be able to express my gratitude."
"Um, you can try, if you want."
"GROWL!"
"Oh God SPIKE!"
The End
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