Sex101
Chapter Fifteen
"Come to the Bronze with us?" Willow pleaded.
"Us who?" Spike asked, already knowing the answer.
It was just after sunset and Willow had knocked on his crypt door just as he was getting dressed.
He didn't want to go; he really didn't. He'd much rather stay here and see what all he and Red could get up to. Or down and dirty to. But he was falling in love with the chit and sooner or later he'd have to face her friends again. And she was standing in front of him looking so hopeful.
"With everybody - well, not Giles, of course, but everybody else."
"Captain Cardboard?" he asked. Maybe this was his out.
"No, Riley has some special ops thing tonight. You're probably safest at the Bronze if they're out prowling around." She sounded so bloody encouraging.
He put on a fake smile. "Of course I'll go, luv." She hopped into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face and thanking him. Girl knew how to be grateful, that was for sure.
The music was loud and sexy and the Scooby gang were being blessedly silent on the subject of Spike and Willow. They didn't treat Spike as one of the gang, but they weren't openly hostile.
It was a damn near perfect night.
Buffy had finally left to patrol and Xander and Anya were still dancing when Spike and Willow returned to their table and Willow ordered another Pepsi. Spike watched her give the order, still breathing heavily from their vigorous dancing, one line of sweat dripping down the side of her cheek and rolling down onto her neck.
He wanted to drag her out of here - now.
But they had - or rather Willow had - promised to stay until Buffy returned. So they had to stay for a bit. Didn't mean they couldn't…
He took her hand, pulled her up, and before she could ask where they were going, he had her down the corridor past the bathrooms and was pulling a knife from his pocket to pop the lock on the supply room.
"What are we doing?"
"We're not leaving. Promised we wouldn't, so we hafta stay. Doesn't mean I can't touch you."
He hit the light switch and the dim bulb above came on, barely making the room bright enough for Willow to see. It was kind of romantic - Spike there locking the door, the rolls of toilet paper stacked neatly in rolls and the cleaning supplies all lined up tidily on the shelf. She could have done without the dirty mop and bucket, but Spike pushed them to the back before lifting her by the waist and sitting her atop a surprisingly stable wooden cart.
"Do you know this room well?" she asked. He seemed to know his way around so maybe he'd brought a girl here before. She wouldn't let jealousy overtake her this time. What he did before there was a them was none of her business. She had a past too.
They were together now, that's what counted.
He didn't answer her though, just pulled her top up over her head and pulled her into his arms, scraping his teeth across her neck. So he wasn't in the mood for soft and sweet then. That suited Willow fine. She'd been getting rather hot on the dance floor herself. She had been surprised that Spike knew how to dance; she'd figured he was more into the non-dancing she'd seen punk rockers do. Looked like just jumping around to her.
But no, Spike was once again full of surprises.
Like now.
His hands were all over her back, pulling her closer and unhooking her bra at the same time. She let it fall since the door was locked. He'd never once kissed her; he seemed to be either lightly biting her or licking her skin - tasting her.
If this were any other vampire, the kind of hickeys she was going to have tomorrow would be of the fatal variety.
But it wasn't any other vampire; it was Spike and her blood was starting to boil.
She pulled his t-shirt out from inside his jeans and pulled it up and over his head.
"Finally getting into the game, I see."
She licked across his chest in answer.
He groaned. "Bloody hell - wanna be inside you."
"Can't." She lightly bit his nipple. Then not so lightly.
"Fuck that!"
He pulled her skirt up and was reaching for her knickers when she stilled his hands.
"Spike, we can't."
"Demon girl will never know."
"We'll know. Besides, I want our first time to be -"
"Somewhere other than a broom closet," he finished for her.
"Yeah."
He rolled his eyes. He had to do something to get off.
Still wearing his jeans, he kept her skirt around her waist and lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
He backed her into the wall and bit her neck with blunt teeth, sending shock waves through her system. He rubbed against her center and she thought she'd nearly die. She wanted him inside her too, but this would have to do. Not nearly as satisfying as they'd both like, but she got into it after a minute and started rubbing back.
"First time's gonna be in my bed with rose petals everywhere," he whispered in her ear. He countered the romantic words with a lick across the skin of her neck.
"Can there be wine?" she asked, scratching her nails up his back.
"Champagne. Only the best for my girl."
My girl.
He thrust extra hard and she really wished there were no clothes between them.
There were no words after that. Just denim rubbing against cotton and mouths licking and biting and sucking any piece of skin that they could find. Her hands were in his hair, his were holding her ass tight against the wall.
She had bruises on top of bruises and a few red scrapes that she could tell would be tender in the morning. She wished he didn't heal so quickly so she could make a mark that lasted too. She could literally watch her tiny marks heal up as soon as she made them.
He heard her growl in frustration.
"Bite me," he instructed her.
"What?"
"Bite me - hard," he told her. "Hard as you can. It'll stay."
She sank her teeth into the flesh of his neck and her canines sank lightly into the skin, just deep enough to make two tiny holes. She could taste blood. She sucked.
He gave one last thrust before she could feel his body shake as he came in his jeans and she warmed all over from the thrill of it. She pulled back and watched her bite turn red but it didn't heal over right away and she smiled.
He put her down and sat her back on the cart, wanting to make her come too, but she stopped him short by mentioning Buffy.
"Buffy's probably back by now, Spike. We'd better go."
How was he supposed to stay in the mood with her bringing up the slayer? He put it out of his mind; he couldn't leave a lady unsatisfied.
"Later. Wanna make you come first."
But Willow wouldn't be dissuaded. "I can't Spike - not with Buffy waiting."
There she went bringing up that daft bint again. He looked at her face and sighed - and dropped his hands.
"Fine, but I get to take you home and do whatever I want with you."
"Where have you two been?" Buffy asked when they returned to the table. After getting a good look at them, she added, "Never mind. Willow's neck looks like one big bruise but there are no holes so I guess I don't have to stake you."
"Yes there are," Willow added proudly, turning Spike's head so Buffy could see the two tiny holes she'd made on him.
"I don't want to know about your kinky sex games," Buffy exclaimed, closing her eyes and backing up a step.
Anya chose that moment to walk up but luckily for everyone involved, Xander put his hand over his girlfriend's mouth before any actual words got out.
"On that note," Spike said and sat his beer back on the table before taking Willow's hand and pulling her out of the Bronze and toward his crypt. He'd gotten off but his girl hadn't and he owed her.
He kept stopping on the way back to kiss her and touch her - to keep her body warm and tingling. It took nothing at all to get her undressed once she was in his bed.
Without stopping anywhere in between, his mouth went right to her clit with little teasing strokes that made her squirm. He would just barely touch her inflamed flesh, so that she was moving on him, trying to get more friction but he kept pulling back and waiting for her to stop moving before he'd start in again.
He kept her right on the edge - just light enough to feel but not enough to make her come. He kept at it for over thirty minutes - she was just about to scream in ecstasy and frustration when his mouth attached to her clit and sucked. She came in seconds.
He pulled away and sat up on his heels, but he didn't stop there. An index finger trailed up her thigh made her come a second time. Her body was shattering and every nerve was craving his touch. He slid his hands delicately behind her knees and her body shuddered once again. Just before she recovered from that, he caressed the inside of her wrist and she came yet again - her body couldn't seem to stop yearning for him.
Everything he did made her orgasm. A stroke down her arm. A whisper in her ear that told her she looked beautiful when she came. A lick across a breast. He wouldn't stop. Just as she'd be about to recover and catch her breath, he'd touch an erogenous zone and she'd be off again.
Finally he kissed that spot on the back of her neck and her body went rigid, trapped in a mind-blowing orgasm that made her scream for him to stop; she couldn't take any more.
She never would have imagined that just a touch could make her body react so violently, but here he was teaching her yet another lesson. One she was delighted to learn.
Finally, when he'd let her calm down and catch her breath, he took off his clothes and snuggled in next to her in the bed, just holding her. He fell asleep before she did and she lay for a time watching him sleep, wondering what she'd done to bring this wonderful man into her life. Whatever it was, it must have been very, very good.