Joyride

Blue-gray smoke filled the heated air. Lights flashed, music thumped. The room was electric. Every hair on his muscular body stood on end as he stealthily lurked in the shadows watching, waiting. He could feel her energy, she was there. He maneuvered gracefully through the hordes of gyrating sweaty bodies to search for her. His body craved her’s and wouldn’t be sated without a least a glimpse, but he knew down deep even that would never be enough.

When he finally caught the glimpse, he ached for he made no move toward her.

Petite, blonde and full of energetic life. Her blond shoulder length hair tousled around her neck swaying with the music. She wore a deep blood red tank top, a teeny little black skirt and black knee high lace up boots. Just the sight of her made him hard. She had an old soul full of fight and passion, and he loved that about her. It was something many women lacked he thought. In actuality, she was still just a teen.

Her senses could feel him coming toward her searching for her. She knew he was near. Her body prickled with anticipation. She craved him. He had woken something inside her she didn’t understand, but then everything she had loved vanished in the blink of an eye. All that was left was a body she craved to touch. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught him watching her.

Tall, dark and full of destruction. His dark hair was spiked with just a hint of gold. Dressed in black silk and leather. Just the sight of him made her wet. He had arrogance and passion written all over him. She craved it. It was something other men lacked she thought, but wanted it anyway. Taking a deep breath, she moved towards him. He watched her body sway enticingly.

"Angelus," she spoke as if it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Buffy," he smirked.

"I suggest you leave before I kick you’re sorry ass."

"You never complained about my ass before," he arrogantly replied. "In fact I believe you told me once you loved looking at it and I know you loved kissing it."

"I’d never kiss your ass."

"You already have Buff and a LOT more."

Buffy blushed as she realized what he truly meant. Her mind replaying the night of her 17^th birthday and what she shared with Angel. His strong hands caressing her body. His gentle kisses. That tongue. Buffy felt a wave of arousal rush through her.

Angelus’ eyes darkened at the sudden scent of arousal Buffy emitted. He took a deep unneeded breath, breathing her essence in making him grow harder for her and letting out an unintentional growl.

She gathered he composure, "Will you leave before I stake you?"

"Such useless threats. Actually I was thinking about staking you behind the building in the alley until you scream," he said giving her a wicked grin.

"For being 243 years old you are so immature."

"Oh? And you are the epitome of mature. Who has a stuffed pig she sleeps with?"

"This conversation is so over," Buffy turned and walked back to the dance floor, picking up where she left.

Angelus watched as she gracefully turned and moved back to the heated dance floor. Her body gyrated once more to the pounding beat. Inhaling deeply one last time letting, her scent linger over his tongue, tasting her in the heavy air. He turned and stalked away.

Buffy continued to watch Angelus out of the corner of her eye, desperately trying to ignore him. She felt an ache deep in her body as he turned and slowly walked away from her widening the distance between their yearning bodies. Still drawn to him, she wanted to run and throw herself at his sculpted body, claiming it as her own. Buffy waited, dancing to several more songs before leaving the noisy club.

Lurking in the deep shadows of the dark alley, Angelus sat perched a top his Harley waiting for Buffy to emerge. He shifted to lean against the powerful machine watching her come into view. Heels clicking against the damp rough surface of the pavement, signaling her approach.

"Need a lift?"

Slowing to a stop, when she stood in front of him, arms crossed against her breasts. Buffy looked up to his smoldering gaze, "Said the Big Bad Wolf to Little Red Riding Hood. I think not. Thanks anyway. Buh bye now." She turned to walk away.

Angelus reached out and grabbed her around the waist pulling Buffy close to his body. She squeaked in surprise and looked up into his eyes. They assured her that she had nothing to worry about because he had only one plan and it was to ravish her body with pleasure. His head tilted down and captured her lips with his own. Kissing her gently at first, but deepening it when he felt her warm tiny body melt into his embrace. His tongue darted out and licked Buffy’s bottom lip, coaxing her mouth to open, so he could explore her mouth with his.

Dazed by Angelus’ actions Buffy lost herself in his kisses. She melted into his cool strong body, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him with equal fervor. She could feel his slippery tongue slide across her bottom lip, tickling it to open. She couldn’t resist his silent demands, opening wide sucking his tongue into play. Their tongues intertwining, exploring, thrusting, and teasing each other, increasing their passion, moment by moment. Buffy’s little fingers lightly scratched at the back of Angelus’ neck playing with the chocolate colored hair.

Angelus’ arm tightened around her tiny waist bringing her soft body even closer to his hard cool one. His hands began to roam along her elegant back gently caressing her through the material that trapped her silky skin from contact with his cool touch. Sliding his large hand under the crimson fabric, he wanted to feel her skin glide against his, causing electric shocks when their flesh met. She was so warm it made him dizzy.

He was still ravishing her mouth when Buffy pulled away for much needed air. Breathless and panting she tried to calm herself. Angelus moved to kissing her jaw line, taking little kisses and flicking his tongue out to taste, her luscious flushed skin. He could taste the blood settling at the surface, calling him for him to take a deeper taste. Buffy let out a soft moan and pulled further away. Her thumb traced his cheek and Angelus nuzzled closer to the warmth Buffy’s hand radiated. Buffy gathered her thoughts and began to

Speak. Looking into his eyes, "We need to get something clear before we go any further."

"OK, I’m listening," Angelus snapping out of his passion induced stupor.

"There is no biting, except for when you cum. Then you may only take a small sip. This is a one-time event. We will never do this again. Understand?"

"Yeah, I understand and you can believe this won’t happen again if you want, but I know better."

"Ange…," Buffy’s protest was quickly cut off by his lips descending upon hers. Quickly kissing her and pulling away.

"Where should we go?" She just looked at his as though he had spoken a foreign language to her.

"I...I…I don’t know," she stuttered, while looking at him puzzled.

"Hmm…Well, we can’t got to the mansion or your house. How about the apartment?" Angelus regretted it after he said it. He watched the hurt flood her big eyes, mentally cringing at the thought. "Bad idea. How about a hotel room?"

"Oh, God! I’ve turned into a slut." Tears streamed down her face.

Angelus felt triumphant. He had won. Buffy the Great Vampire Slayer was beaten and in tears beneath him. Buffy pondered the frantic questions spinning in her head making her woozy until Angelus captured her lips once more. Her body made the decision for her and a rush of moisture seeped from her making her panties completely soaked, wetting her inner thighs.

Angelus could see the debate and inner turmoil going on inside Buffy. He could see it in her expressive hazel eyes and needed to do something quickly to sway her. Bending quickly, he captured her lips and gently kissed her soothing away her pain and confusion, filling her head with desire. His hands shifted from her back to her front. Tracing lightly her hardened nipples with his talented fingers, Angelus continued to kiss Buffy passionately.

Pressing closer, Buffy could feel Angelus’ arousal growing. His hard bulge trapped by his leather pants pressed against her flat stomach. He was seeking some sort of friction and ultimately release. Pulling away, panting for air, Buffy let off another throaty moan, which caused Angelus to growl deep in his chest.

"I…have…an…idea," growled between kisses.

"Mmmm…what is it?"

"I know where to go…Get on the bike," with that, Angelus pulled completely away and shifted to sit squarely on his Harley. Buffy just stood there dazed. "Come on Baby, get on."

With slayer speed, Buffy snapped back to reality and situated herself behind Angelus. Her thin arms wrapped tightly around his waist slightly rubbing his taut abs. Angelus started the bike and sped away from the dark shadows that had been concealing them. Buffy’s hands began to wander below the waistline of his pants. Her mischievous fingers teased the satiny flesh below, wandering toward the coarse dark hair. She wanted to feel him, she needed to reassure herself he wanted her and this wasn’t just another one of his sick mind games he plays with her.

Popping the button to his fly open and slipping the zipper down, Buffy’s tiny hand latched on to Angelus’ harden cock, gently stroking it causing him to squirm.

"STOP THAT!"

"NO," she giggled, stroking him harder.

Angelus felt another surge of lust rush through him when she giggled and tightened her grip. Stopping at a stop light on the deserted streets Buffy climbed around to the front of him draping her thighs over his, snuggling closer. She ground her wet center down on his hard bulge, eliciting another rumbling growl. The light turned green, so he had to start to move the bike again swiftly down the road. Desperately trying to get somewhere so he could bury himself deep in Buffy’s begging body. Buffy continued to rub against him driving them insane. She looked up to see his eyes flick back and forth between her and the road in a constant struggle of which was more important and should concentrate his attention on.

The Harley came to another slow stop as a red light approached. Buffy took a quick look around surveying the area. Her warm hand pulled Angelus’ throbbing erection out of the tight confines.

"Wha..," he started to ask, 'What the hell she was doing', but his mind went blank and his eyes rolled back into his head. Buffy pulled her panties to the side and quickly lifted her hips, impaling herself on his thick shaft.

He was so big it hurt, but it was a good hurt. Buffy could feel herself stretch around him and his size, redefined her body causing Buffy to groan. She was so wet he just glided in, feeling herself opening up to take all of him. When she had enveloped Angelus’ broad hard shaft and it was completely enveloped in her tight sheath, she stilled for a second looking up at his surprised face, smiling at him devilishly. She slowly began to move, grinding her hips onto him in a slow circular rhythm.

<HONK!!, HONK!!, HONK!!>

The sound of a car behind them rudely pulled Angelus out of the erotic trance Buffy had placed him under. Realizing the light turned green, he proceeded forward once again. Buffy still attached to his lap grinding and thrusting down on him, when the motorcycle accidentally hit a pothole causing Angelus to thrust deeper inside her moist center.

"OH, GOD!!! Do that again!" she screamed. Angelus smiled and swerved slightly beginning to hit the lane divider reflectors causing the Harley to constantly vibrate as he thrust harder and deeper inside Buffy’s tight velvety core. Angelus felt his climax approaching quickly and he was having a tough time concentrating on anything, but sliding in Buffy and pulled over into another alleyway. Thrusting rapidly, he kissed her neck tracing the quivering vein below her delicate skin. He could feel a tightening in his balls and tension in his body, signaling his impending orgasm.

Buffy could feel his broad cock pounding into her rapidly. Sliding in and out causing a delicious friction, she desired. The vibrations of the bumping and grinding sent electric tendrils straight to her engorged clit. Her body was on fire and felt so good next to his cool skin easing her passionate ache. She could barely breathe, all she could do was gasp roughly his name over and over again. Buffy pleaded for him to drive her over the edge when he pulled to the dark shadows of another alley.

Angelus…Angelus…ANGELUS," feeling her inner walls tighten around him even firmer, gripping him strongly. His rough movement of his hand caused her to crash over the edge, causing her body to cum in orgasmic waves around his pulsating cock. Buffy whole body shook as she clutched his body tightly not wanting him to move away from her body.

Gripping her ass strongly, thrusting sporadically into her tightening body, Angelus growled deeply, changing into his game face. He pierced Buffy’s silky skin letting the powerfully rich blood spurt into his waiting mouth causing his body to clench wildly, releasing his cool seed in her heated depths, his whole body shaking at the erotic assault on his senses. He held Buffy to him, letting the last surges of orgasm pass between them slowly.

The sated couple clung to each other for long moments, gathering strength and coming down from such an intense experience before Buffy spoke, easing herself off Angelus’ wet lap.

"Could you take me home now. I’m really late," Buffy asked as she attempted to clean up the mess they made with her little skirt, tucking his softening shaft back in and zipping his pants up.

"Sure," was all Angelus could come up with.

Buffy snuggled again to his chest as Angelus started the Harley to take her home. He was amazed at how alive she made him feel and hated her for it. Still he looked forward to their next encounter. He knew there would definitely be a next time.