Wanna Ride?

by Spikeskat

She heard the sound when it was still about a block away.  She closed her eyes as she twirled the lollipop around in her mouth; she could practically feel the ground beneath her vibrate.  Slowly, she pulled the candy out of her mouth and lightly ran her tongue over her cherry-painted lips.  A smile of anticipation lit her face.  She was ready for some fun.  The sound of the engine 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 man on the motorcycle stopped before her; the idling engine caused the ground beneath her to vibrate and send 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.  He wore no helmet; his bleached-blond locks gleamed in the moonlight.  And even though it was night, a pair of shades covered his eyes.  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 once-over.  Dainty feet were encased in three-inch black leather boots.  She wore no stockings; her slim, toned legs just dared him to reach out and touch them.  His gaze lifted higher to take in the red skirt (he was being polite to call it a skirt) that just barely covered her ass and rode low on her hips.  He was practically licking his lips.  The matching leather top she worn was little more than a bra.  It was cropped just beneath her breasts and had these laces holding the front together that he was just itching to undo.  He gazed at her face, noticing the full, cherry-red lips slowly working their way around the lollipop she was sucking on.  Long, black hair framed her face that was currently bowed in a submissive pose as she continued to suck on the candy - idly twirling the stem.  But, he wasn’t fooled.  This bitch was dangerous - just what the Big Bad wanted.

“Need a ride, luv?”

She peeked up at him, her hazel eyes twinkling.  She slowly removed the candy from her mouth - her lips reluctant to part with it, clinging stingily to the red treat as she pulled it out of her mouth.  Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips.

Her mouth opened to answer him, then closed.  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, pet,” he said as he reached out a hand to help.  He needed an excuse to touch her.

She threw the lollipop she held behind her and reached out to take his hand.  Spike indicated where she should step so that she could 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, delighting in his tight abs.

He didn’t think his dick could get any harder after catching her arousal and giving her the 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,’ he thought to himself.

“Where to?”

She tightened her grip and pulled herself closer.  Her crotch was snug against his ass while her breast smashed against his back.  He felt her warm body envelop him and a slight shudder went through his body.

“Anywhere,” she whispered.  She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his back as he roared off down the road.

~*~*~*~*~

They had been traveling for about fifteen minutes before she opened her eyes to take in their surroundings.  She noticed they were traveling on some two-lane road.  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 to wrap around the front of the driver’s lap.  She felt him stiffen in shock for a moment before once more relaxing.  Good.  She lifted her right hand from around his stomach, raising it to cup around his left shoulder.  Sensing what she was about to do, Spike took his right hand off the handlebars and concentrated on holding the bike steady with his left. 

Before he had time to question the feasibility of her idea, she was straddling his lap facing him.  Her legs came up to loop around behind his back on the seat.  Using her thighs to hold herself in place, she lowered herself back to lie over the gas tank with her head resting between the handlebars.  Once she was settled, Spike re-gripped the right handlebar.  The hard-on that had eased as he had driven 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.  When she was assured she wasn’t going anywhere she began to torture him. 

She lifted her hands from her lap to cup her breasts through her leather top. While her left hand continued to knead her left breast, her right went to her lips.  She opened her mouth and slipped her index finger within its depths.  Slowly, in and out, it went.  Watching her, Spike unconsciously let off the throttle.  She stopped sucking on her finger and cracked one eye open to look at him.  Her brow cocked enquiringly.  He gave her a snarky grin and gunned it once more, grateful they were on a seemingly endless straight road. 

She shut her eye and went back to the task of sucking on her finger.  When it was good and wet, she let it slip from her mouth 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 teased him by twirling the laces in her hand. 

Spike was glancing between her and the road; when he saw where her hand had strayed, he gulped.  He needed to stop and soon.  When he saw her beginning to pull on the ties holding her top together, he groaned.  Stop.  Now.  He spied a tourist spot ahead and figured that was as good a place as any.  Why the government thought people would want to pull over to take a picture of some rocks, just because a sign proclaimed it as a photo opportunity, was beyond him. Right now, he was rather grateful for the thing.

She felt the motorcycle slow and then leave the road altogether.  She smiled.  He had lasted longer than she’d given him credit.  Personally, she thought he would have pulled over as soon as he had figured out she was planning on changing positions.  She guessed her look had challenged him to hold out a bit longer.  She was glad, though; she was tired of playing.

The bike stopped, then rocked back as he set it on its kickstand.  It was the signal she was waiting for.  Wrapping her legs around him tighter, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Lifting her head, she dragged his bottom lip into her mouth.  He moaned and wrapped his arms around her back, dragging her even closer. Only a thin layer of silk separated her mound from the abrasive jeans encasing his erection.  He held her hips as she ground down on him.  Spike slid his hands down her legs until they reached the bottom of her pseudo-skirt, then underneath, working back up towards her hips, dragging her skirt up with them.

When she felt his hands grip her bare ass, she lost her grip on his lip, her head falling back exposing her graceful neck as she moaned. Spike took advantage of her open mouth to plunder her lips.  Removing a hand from her ass, he snaked it behind the back of her neck to pull her lips back up to his.  His other traced a circle around her open mouth before he cupped her jaw and brought her mouth towards his. 

He was too far gone in his desire to be the gentle lover; she didn’t want that anyway.  He tilted her head slightly and smashed his lips to her, his tongue penetrating deep to duel with her own.  She moaned in his mouth and tried to become the aggressor; he wouldn’t let her.  Breaking the kiss, he trailed his tongue down her neck before working his way between the valley of her breasts, pushing her back down so that her head rested on the handlebars as he went.  Leaning down a little more, he took the strings holding her top together in his mouth and pulled.  The top loosened enough for his hands to slip beneath, but didn’t come off.

Spike slipped his hands underneath the leather to cup her breasts.  His thumbs rubbed in sync over her hardened nipples.  She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out from the delicious sensations of his hands cupping and fondling her.  His ministrations caused the top to ride up, exposed her chest to the cool night air.  Spike leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue over it. Over and over he teased the hardened peak, alternately sucking, pulling and lightly biting, before rimming the areola with his tongue. With a last kiss to her pert nipple, his mouth wandered to the other to show it the same loving attention.

Once done, he scooted off the back of the bike and trailed his tongue down the middle of her stomach working his way toward the scrap of red pooled around her waist, the material looking like a makeshift belt.  His tongue darted around the hole of her bellybutton before moving lower, towards the black lace thong - the only thing separating him from her dripping curls.  He licked his lips in anticipation.  

She came out of her pleasure-induced haze when she felt him stop before reaching her mound.  She opened her eyes to see what was the matter, ready to beg for him to continue.  The look of utter rapture on his face caused her to cream a little more into her already drenched thong.  He was just hovering above her, head tilted back slightly, basking in the scent of her arousal.  She sighed, closing her eyes once more, and let him have his way with her.

Kneeling behind the bike, he pulled her forward until her ass was almost dangling off the back end of the seat.  A quick tug, and her thong fell away leaving her open for his perusal. 

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, before leaning in once more to run his tongue around them.  At the first touch of his tongue, her hands came forward to grip his hair, holding him in place.  He continued to tease her until she was pleading for him to stick his tongue inside her.  He took a little mercy on her and brought his thumb up to lightly stroke her clit. Back and forth, up and down.  And still, his tongue did not slip inside. 

When he thought that she might rip his head off in frustration, he finally pierced her sopping entrance.  He lapped at her juices, getting high off the taste. Almost as good as the blood he could hear pounding through her veins.  He could take her now and she wouldn’t be able to stop him.

He was slowly driving her crazy.  She was so close to coming, but the second she was about to tumble headlong into her orgasm, he backed off.  Soothing her over-sensitized flesh.  When she had calmed down a bit, his hands and tongue would start their magic all over - taking her to the brink but not letting her fall over.

“Please,” the whispered plea sounded in the night air.

Figuring that was as much of an admission as he was likely to get, he renewed his efforts to send her over the edge.  She was so close, her body strung so tight, that it wouldn’t take much for her to come.  Spike sucked hard on her clit as he slipped a finger deep inside her.  She was so hot, so wet.  A second finger quickly joined the first, then a third.  When his thumb joined his tongue stroking that little bundle of nerves, her body convulsed.  Tremors originated in her womb and spread outward, engulfing her legs, reducing them to a quivering mass.  Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers as they continued to pump in and out of her while she rode out her orgasm. 

Spike stopped stroking her sensitive nubbin, allowing her to fall back down to earth.  He slipped his fingers out of her tight quim and brought them to his mouth, licking clean the juices that coated his digits.  He was a conscientious demon and left nothing to waste.  Which is why he returned to her pussy afterwards to show it the same attention.

She moaned at the feel of his tongue tracing her outer folds.  The hands that had fallen away after her orgasm hit came back to once again fist in his hair. Spike was all set to pleasure her again with his mouth, but she had other ideas. 

“I want you inside me this time,” the whispered command pierced his unbeating heart, and he was helpless to refuse.  The sound of his zipper lowering broke the night silence and drew her eyes to that region of his body.  She sat up to take over the task of lowering his pants down his legs.  When his cock sprang free, she reached forward to stroke it lightly from base to tip and back again.

Spike scooped her up in his arms then turned around so he could sit on the back of the bike.  He had to get her hand off his cock, and fast; he wanted to be inside her when he came.  He was so close to the edge right now, it would take much before his spilled his seed. 

She wrapped one arm around his neck and held on.  The other she used to guide him to her entrance, brushing the tip back and forth along her slit to get it nice and wet.  Then, with a twitch of her hips, she lowered herself on his shaft.

“God… Buffy!”

She opened her eyes to stare at him.  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.  She could only feel, and right now Spike was making her feel... alive.  At least for a little while.  So, she gave him what she could: her body.

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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!