Wanna Ride?

by Spikeskat

She heard the distinct rumble when it was still about a block away. Eyes closed, lollipop sucked around vibrant, painted red lips, she leaned against the streetlamp, waiting with bated breath as the ground beneath her feet began to vibrate. A devil-may-care smile twisted her lips, giving her a look that shouted “fallen angel and proud of it.”

She was ready for some fun.   

The noise grew louder as the Harley turned the corner and came into view.  

She was going for a ride; the owner just didn’t know it yet.

The blond on the motorcycle stopped before her. The idling engine shook the ground beneath her feet and sent tremors shooting up her legs to pool in her sex. She started to throb… bad. He glanced over at her, nostrils flared wide as he was bombarded with her arousal. Even without preternatural sense, he could probably smell her desire. She was wet. Had been wet ever since she donned her costume. 

He wore no helmet; his bleached-blond locks gleamed in the moonlight, creating a soft halo about his head. Angel he was not, however. And even though it was night, a pair of shades covered his eyes, hiding his penetrating stare from her own curious gaze. His legs were encased in formfitting black jeans. An equally tight black t-shirt covered his upper body. Black boots completed his ensemble.   

He was a bad boy, oh so bad.  

Just what she wanted.  

~*~*~*~*~

Spike stared at the woman before him as he caught the scent of her arousal. Behind his sunglasses he gave her a thorough once-over. One corner of his mouth turned up in a parody of a smirk as he took in her dainty feet encased in three-inch heeled black leather fuck-me boots. She wore no stockings; her slim, toned legs just dared him to reach out and touch them. His gaze lifted to take in the red skirt that barely covered her ass and rode low on her hips. The matching leather top she wore was little more than a bra. It was cropped just beneath her breasts and had crisscrossing laces that held the front together. Laces he was just itching to undo. Full, cherry-red lips slowly worked their way around the lollipop she was sucking on. The girl must have been watching a lot of porn to have perfected such a gesture. Long, black hair framed her face and covered the tips of her shoulders as she stood there with her head bowed in a submissive pose and continued to suck on the candy - idly twirling the stem between her fingertips.  

But, he wasn’t fooled. The bitch was dangerous - just what the Big Bad wanted.

“Wanna ride, luv?”

She peeked up at him, her hazel eyes twinkling, and slowly removed the candy from her mouth. Her lips seemed reluctant to part with it, clinging stickily to the red treat as she pulled it out of her mouth. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, scooping up that last bit of cherry flavor.

Her mouth opened to answer him, then closed it. Instead, she just nodded. 

He cocked his head to the side, his tongue curled up to rest behind his teeth as he regarded her. 

“Climb on then, pet,” he said as he reached out a hand to help. Needed that excuse to touch her.

The girl threw the lollipop she held behind her like so much garbage, a prop that had outlived its usefulness, and reached out to take his hand. He indicated where she should step so that she would be able to swing her other leg around the back of the motorcycle. Once she was settled behind him, she snaked her arms around his stomach to keep herself in place. Gave him a bit of a squeeze.

He didn’t think his dick could get any harder after catching her arousal and giving her a once over. He was wrong. As her arms wrapped around his middle, he thought he would burst out of his pants.   

‘This is gonna be one helluva ride.’

“Where to?”

She tightened her grip and pulled herself closer. Her crotch was snug against his ass, her breasts smashed against his back. He felt her warm body press all along his back and a slight shudder went through him.

“Anywhere,” she whispered softly in his ear. 

Spike took that as his cue and gunned the engine. Tires squealed before catching, then they were roaring off down the road and out of town.

~*~*~*~*~

They had been riding for a good long while before she finally opened her eyes to take in their surroundings. The two-lane road was unfamiliar, but she didn’t care. Once, she would have admired the scenery.  Now, she was too hardened to care.   

‘Enough with the introspective, it’s time for my ride.’

Lifting her right leg up off the foot holder, she looped it around the man in front of her. She felt him stiffen in shock for a moment then relax.  

‘Good. Time to move.’ 

~*~ 

Guessing what she was about to do, Spike took his right hand off the handlebars and concentrated on holding the bike steady with only his left. Before he had time to question the feasibility of her idea, they were pushing seventy after all, she was straddling his lap facing him, her body pressed tightly up against his front now. Trying to pay attention to the road in front of him was difficult, especially when she leaned back and draped herself over the motorcycle's gas tank.  

The hard-on that had eased as he’d ridden for the last fifteen minutes came back with a vengeance. 

~*~*~*~*~

She lay there for a moment, eyes closed, getting her bearings and testing her body’s ability to hold itself in place. It was a rush, barreling down the highway at some ungodly speed, laid out on the motorcycle - trusting Spike to keep them both upright. When she was assured she wasn’t going anywhere, she began to torture him. 

Her hands moved to cup her breasts through the leather top. Kneaded them until her nipples were taut and poking against the supple leather. Twin points that drew the vampire's gaze, though she'd yet to open her eyes and see for herself. But her assumptions were proven correct when the roar of the engine dulled just a bit and the motorcycle began to slow.  

She stilled and cracked one eye open to look, her brow cocked enquiringly. He gave her a snarky grin and gunned it once more, rising to her subtle challenge. 

Eyes closed once again, she went back to the task of driving the vampire crazy. Her finger found its way into her mouth and when it was good and wet, she let it slip free from between her lips to trail down her chin, then her neck, between her breasts to play with the ties holding her top together.  

An evil smile lit her face.   

She twirled the laces with her forefinger. 

Would she... or wouldn't she?  

~*~

Spike was glancing between the girl and the road. Saw where her hand had strayed, and stayed. He swallowed, wanting her to do it - to release the stays and expose her tits. 

He needed to stop. Right now, as a matter of fact. 

He watched her grip one of the strings and begin to pull. Inch by bloody inch, the string working its way free of the neat bow that held the two scraps of leather together. Her smile getting wider by the second, like she was fully aware of his predicament... and gloried in it. 

The bitch. 

A turnoff came into view and he made that his goal. Gunned the engine just a little bit more to ensure he made it there before she'd finished her provocative striptease.  

~*~*~*~*~

She felt the motorcycle slow and then leave the road altogether. She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that no doubt drove the vamp past the edge of his steely reserve. He’d lasted longer than she’d given him credit. Personally, she thought he would have pulled over the second he figured out her intentions.  

Still... she was done playing.

The bike stopped, then rocked back as he set it on its kickstand. Then just an echo of noise as the engine was turned off. It was the signal she was waiting for.   

She levered herself up into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Attacked his mouth by first sucking on then biting his bottom lip. He moaned and she shoved her tongue into his mouth, tasting him with bold, hard strokes. Copper, whiskey, and cigarettes assailed her senses - everything she’d come to associate with the vampire. Her skirt inched its way up around her waist as her lower body was pulled flush against his crotch. The tiny scrap of lace covering her mound provided little protection against the abrasive denim that covered his cock.  

Cool fingers gripped her thighs, drawing her back and forth against the length encased within his jean. Showing her how hard he was. How much he wanted her. As if she didn’t know.  

It felt good. So good she moaned into his mouth. He swallowed it down like it was her blood, unwilling to end the kiss, if you could call what they were doing that. It was more of a battle for dominance, hard and hungry. Both giving free rein to the fire ignited within their bodies.  

They weren’t hearts and flowers, or tender touches and softly spoken words. They were brash, oftentimes violent when they came together.  

Yet it was real.  

At times, more real than she could take. Or admit to.  

But she was loathe to give it up. Needing so desperately to feel, she sought him out again and again. Ignoring the inner voice telling her that it was wrong. Instead taking and taking, until the cold was banished beneath the heat of his passion for her. Warming her from within and erasing the numbness that consumed her. 

Needing to breathe, she finally turned her head to the side and gulped in huge quantities of air. Got just a second's reprieve before she was drawn back for round two. A firm hand to the back of her neck, twisting her head for more mind-numbing kisses.  

How she ended up naked and once more stretched out on the bike was anyone’s guess.  

Then again, Spike had always been good at distracting her. At least she’d not heard anything tear. Going home without a stitch of clothing on was not part of the game plan. 

When his mouth closed around her nipple, she could have cared less about her clothing, whether or not it had survived the vampire’s impatience to have her. Her focus narrowed to her breast and Spike’s lips. How he drew the hardened peak inside and laved it with his tongue, then worried it with blunt teeth. 

“Do it!” she hissed, back arching, driving her chest harder against his mouth. Knowing from experience that she could come from his bite alone.  

But he wasn’t done tormenting her yet, choosing instead to give a last lingering lick with the flat of his tongue before switching to her other breast to start the process all over again. Until she was mindless and writhing beneath him, begging him to fuck her already. Or to at least let her come.  

Just when she thought she could take it no more, he stopped and lifted his head. She opened her eyes to find him staring back at her; she didn’t like the gleam in his eyes, not one bit.  

He wasn’t through with her. Not by a long shot. His cheeky grin said it all.  

She groaned, even as she grew wetter. Blushed when his look became knowing, calculating.  

He moved down her body, sampling bits of flesh on his way to his next target. She felt herself pulled to the edge of the bike, almost to the point of having her ass dangling off the end. 

Then nothing. No tongue tracing her slit, sampling her taste before delving inside for a more thorough licking. 

Just an unnatural silence and complete lack of movement on his part.

She opened her eyes to see what was the matter, ready to demand that he continue. The look of utter rapture on his face sent a chill through her.   

He was on his knees behind the bike, his face hovering above her pussy, basking in the scent of her arousal. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen - him so totally and completely into her. It was an image she’d not soon banish from her mind... if ever. 

~*~*~*~*~

Her quim was perfect. Just a tiny strip of hair covered her sex. The scent she gave off tempted him like nothing he’d ever experienced before – and he was sure – would never experience again. She’d ruined him for any other. 

Moisture had gathered on her dark curls, and he leaned in to suck at the sweet nectar, trying not to touch the quivering skin beneath. He used his thumb to trace along her outer folds, then his tongue.   

At the first touch of his tongue, her hands came forward to grip his hair, holding him in place. He ignored her silent prodding to do more. Though she was strong, he was determined. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted.  

She did... finally. Once she realized he wasn’t going to go further. Her crude “stick your tongue in me already” had him smirking, even as he complied with her command.  

He fucked her with his tongue until she was mindless with need. Brought her to the edge of orgasm again and again. 

Spike lapped at her juices, getting high off the taste. It was almost as good as the blood he could hear pounding through her veins. He could take her now, sink his fangs deep in her thigh and drain her dry and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Wouldn't want to stop him. 

At times, he wondered why he didn’t. She was a blessing... and a curse. Though lately it had been more of the latter.  

Which was why he was determined to make her beg for it. Have her speak the words aloud. No denying later that she hadn’t begged for the Big Bad. 

‘Please, Spike...’

It took him a minute for him to realize she’d done it. Her broken plea the most he had come to expect from the girl.

She was so close, her body strung so tight, that it wouldn’t take much for her to come. He shifted his attentions to her clit and sucked it into his mouth, laved at it with his tongue as he slipped a finger deep inside her pussy. She was so bloody hot. So wet that a second and then a third finger easily joined the first. A handful of thrusts and a swipe or two with his tongue and she was through. Her body convulsed beneath his and he had a time keeping her steady on the bike. He rode her orgasm out, hands and mouth prolonging her pleasure until it bordered on pain.  

It wasn’t until she whimpered, her body completely spent, that he eased off and withdrew. Licked the evidence of her pleasure from his fingers and dipped back in to do the same to her pussy. A rumble sounded deep within his chest, his demon pleased – smug even – at having satisfied her so thoroughly; and he’d yet to actually fuck her.  

He felt the muscles in her legs tense as her body began to respond anew, heard her heart rate kick up a notch as she began to pant. His eyes flickered between blue and yellow, his demon desperate to break free as he was hit with a sudden burst of pheromones.  

“I want you inside me this time,” the whispered command broke the silence.  

Spike scrambled to his feet, his hands going to the fastenings of his jeans to undo the button fly with all possible haste. He wanted it too. Wanted to be inside her when he finally came. Wanted to mark her with his scent, a territorial thing he didn’t bother to question.  

He shucked his jeans down around his knees and moved between her legs. Eye on the prize as he guided himself to her opening and pushed his way inside. 

“God… Buffy!” 

~*~*~*~*~ 

She opened her eyes to stare at him poised above her. The look of adoration, joy, and awe was written clearly on his face for anyone to see, if they so chose to look.  

She couldn’t. Or wouldn’t.  

‘Wrong. Wrong. Wrong!’ her mind chanted, even as she angled her hips to take him in deeper.  

She closed her eyes and blocked the image from her mind.  

‘Don't think, just feel.’ 

And she did.  

Recriminations would come later...

The End

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A/N: This story has been translated into Italian and is archived at Bloody Twilight.  It's also won it's first award!