Part 37 – Practice Makes Perfect (Part II)
*All ours!*
Anya thought excitedly. She almost clapped her hands in glee. ‘Ours’ was one of
her favorite words. *This must be what children feel like when they get a
shiny new toy.* She gave the naked
vampire a once over, admiring his lean frame and his promising erection but
finally resting her eyes on his face, totally enthralled by the wide-eyed
hunger that spilled out of his dark blue eyes.… *Definitely shiny, and not
because he’s so pale.*
Her heart took a happy leap. Smiling, she placed
her hands on Spike’s smooth chest and stepped forward, giving him a gentle push
- the way a dancer might communicate her intent to her partner. Spike took his
cue and stepped backwards until his shoulder blades were pressed against
Xander’s broad chest and his lower back met the human’s hard-on. Both men
gasped when their bodies touched. They leaned against each other for more
contact, more pressure - more of everything. The vampire put his hands on
Anya’s hips, and pulled her towards him, until he was neatly sandwiched between
the two hot human bodies.
“You are one lucky bloke, Xander,” Spike said
and craned his neck to get a look at the man behind him. *I’m going to make
it good for you, both of you,* he silently promised. *So good, you’ll
never let me go!*
“Yup,” was Xander’s unusually brief reply. He
swooped down, grabbing the opportunity to press his lips on Spike’s and invade
the vampire’s mouth with his tongue. Spike met him with exhilarating
fierceness. Anya thought it was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.
Feeling Spike’s shaft poke her belly, Anya
rubbed against it, enjoying its hardness. At the same time, she let her hands
roam over his lean cool body, encountering Xander’s exploring hands here and
there. When Xander relinquished his claim on Spike’s mouth to catch his breath,
she sneakily took his place. It was a long possessive kiss, hot and demanding.
Spike buried one hand in her hair, stroking the nape of her neck with his
thumb, while his tongue hungrily plundered her mouth. His other hand traveled
the curves of her body, caressing her shoulders and her naked back, sometimes
touching her eagerly, sometimes ghosting over her heated skin with cool
fingertips. “You feel so good,” he murmured between kisses. “Soft.”
By the time Spike brought his hands to Anya’s
breasts, cupping them firmly, her nipples were already hard and sensitive. He
circled her peaks with his thumb, sending more shocks of arousal through her.
He broke their kiss to trail kisses and cat licks down her throat, down to her
shoulder, then dipped his tongue into the hollow of her collarbones - a
sensation that gave her goose bumps all over.
When a cool hand slid down her thigh and
underneath her thong, Anya’s breath hitched. When a finger slipped teasingly between
her legs and dipped into her moist warmth, her knees almost buckled. She
pressed herself against that hand, urging for more. The fingertip found her
swollen clit and started playing her like an instrument, eliciting sweet little
gasps and moans.
Meanwhile, Xander’s hands were urgently
wandering all over Spike’s body, stroking and groping. The flesh underneath his
fingers was hard and unfamiliar. There wasn’t even a hint of body fat, only
muscles and bones and smooth taut skin. Xander explored slender limbs and a
waist so slim it spoke of hunger rather than vanity. Everything about Spike was
sharp and angular, a strange but appealing contrast to Anya’s deliciously soft
and supple curves.
And yet there was a certain feline softness in
the way Spike surrendered to his touch, in the way Spike almost leaned into
each and every caress. It made Xander realize he didn’t really know that much
about the other man. So much to learn and to discover!
He ran his hands over Spike’s chest and began
to play with his nipples, causing them to harden by rubbing and pinching them
between his fingers, experimenting with rough – the way he preferred it - and
not so rough – causing Spike to pant.
As he kissed the vampire’s shoulder and neck
Xander noticed faint white lines he’d never noticed before. Scars left by sharp
teeth, not as pronounced as the ones Xander had seen on Buffy, that stood out
against her tanned skin, but visible from close up. It was a strange reminder
of the fact that this strange powerful being had started out as human. Xander
leaned down and licked over the bite mark.
The vampire tensed, let out a strangled moan,
then inhaled sharply when Xander started to nibble on the sensitive spot he’d
discovered.
“God, yes,” the vampire murmured and he tilted his
head invitingly.
Spike’s wanton sensuality fired Xander’s own
arousal, so he reached down between them and adjusted his dick. It came to rest
between Spike’s cool cheeks. When Xander rocked his hips the friction was
delicious. But not as exhilarating as the knowledge that Spike wanted him. Part
of Xander was still nervous. Not undecided, *No sir!* in fact, he was
more than eager to both bury himself in that firm pale flesh and feel Spike’s
hard cock pound into him. *Only, you know, a little nervous…*
He pushed the nervous flutter away and
concentrated on giving Spike a proper hickey. After scraping his teeth over the
blue veins that ran underneath the creamy skin of the vampire’s neck, Xander
began to suck, teasingly at first, but with growing intensity. Spike groaned
incoherently.
Sandwiched between the two hot human bodies,
enveloped by their warmth, their twin heartbeats and their combined scents,
Spike felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Never mind the clichéd
expression. Actually, no, wrong image. He felt alive! With more than a century
of experience to fall back on, Spike had fully expected to be the one in
control of this little ‘dress rehearsal’, the one to confidently coax two
nervous and embarrassed humans into the best orgasm of their lives. Actually,
make that the plural: orgasms.
As it happened, all deliberation and that
nagging insecurity of maybe just being ‘convenient’ or worse were swept away by
the onrush of sensations, and Spike just rode the waves. Xander’s fingers, lips
and teeth were setting him on fire and the man’s hot dick was insistently
rubbing against Spike’s backside, and – God! - Anya’s fingers were reaching
downwards again and wrapping themselves around his shaft, which was almost as
good as her sweet mouth!
He brought up his hand, fingers slick with
Anya’s juices. Keeping his eyes trained on Anya’s pretty face, he gave them a
deliberate lick. “Anya,” he murmured, softly – finding it unusually difficult
to form coherent words. “I want to taste you.”
“Couch?” Anya suggested, mesmerized by that
agile tongue.
“Bed?” Spike asked after an almost
imperceptible pause and craned his neck to look at Xander.
“Bed,” Xander nodded.
“Right,” Spike drawled, pounced on Anya and literally
swept her off her feet. Moments later, Anya’s thong sailed through the air and
landed on the lamp shade and Spike had her sprawled on the bed. He was kneeling
on the floor, his head between her thighs, trailing hungry kisses and licks
towards her center. Spike found her wet and ready for him. He looked up and
found himself the object of a very proprietary smile, that made more than just
his groin tingle.
The bed tilted under Xander’s weight when he
knelt on the bed next to Anya. He pulled open the bedside drawer, and pulled
out a red silk scarf. Immediately, Anya held out her hands. Xander planted a
kiss on each wrist then tied them loosely together. When he was finished,
Anya’s hands were tied over her head and lying on the bed.
Xander smiled at Spike, who had watched the
preparations with great interest. The vampire’s eyes were almost black with
desire and his lips were slightly parted. His chest was heaving. He was slowly
pumping his erect shaft. Xander’s own member twitched at the sight. Their eyes
met. Spike lifted his eyebrow. Xander’s gaze dropped to Spike’s wrists. Spike’s
lips curled into a wicked smile. Xander’s cock twitched again. Xander grinned,
gave Spike a quick peck on the lips, then bent over and began to kiss Anya’s
flat belly and dipping his tongue into her navel.
“Very fetching, Anya” Spike managed to say.
“You should wear red more often.” He let go of his own dick, parted her wet
swollen lips with nimble fingers, bent down and began to lick in earnest. He
lapped at Anya’s sweet juices with abandon, reveling in her taste and warmth
and the softness of her skin.
Anya’s breath hitched, when she felt his cool
tongue exploring her heated flesh. More so, when Spike proceeded to tease her
pert little nub with the tip of his tongue. Then Xander latched on to her
breast, sucking hard on her nipple and rolling the other between callused
fingers – and Anya began to tremble. She loved feeling his rough large hands on
her body, reveled in their strength. Normally she would have run her hands over
Xander’s shoulders and thighs, to feel his muscles ripple under suntanned skin,
and to make him burn for her, but her hands were tied. Meaning, all she was
allowed to do was think of her own pleasure.
“God, Anya,” Spike lifted his head to look at
her. “You taste fantastic.”
His words brought forth a sweet but slightly
unfocused smile. Spike continued to watch her for several minutes: how she
arched into Xander’s touch, how her pupils dilated, every time Spike’s
fingertips brushed lightly over swollen clit. He didn’t have to study her face
to learn her. The furious beating of her heart, the tension in her thighs and
the tremors of her body told him everything he needed to know. But the sight
was so utterly delectable, he had to commit it to memory.
“Spike, please continue using your tongue,”
Anya requested in helpless frustration.
“Your wish is my command, pet,” Spike said with
a chuckle. After three or four teasing licks he thrust his wet, slightly raspy
tongue deep into her. With a loud gasp Anya began to squirm, but the pressure
of Spike’s hands on her hips held her firmly pinned in place.
“Yes,” she told him, more than a little out of
breath. “Like. That.”
Xander captured her mouth for a passionate
kiss. Anya thrust her tongue into his mouth in the same rhythm that Spike’s
cool, nimble tongue was dipping into her cunny. A hot warmth began to build
inside of her. Her eyes fell shut as she concentrated fully on the sensation of
two pairs of lips and hands arousing her: Xander’s warm palms sliding over her
breasts and arms, his hot breath, tickling her skin, Spike’s quick tongue
plunging into her, then teasing her sensitive clit mercilessly with soft
flicks, while his finger slid into her, faster and faster. Anya responded to
their joint efforts with sweet little moans, that sounded like the mewling of a
kitten.
Each firm thrust, each lick sent hot shivers
through her. Anya felt herself hurtling towards a powerful orgasm, moaning
“yes,” and “don’t stop” and “more.” Her body tensed, arched off the bed, when
suddenly time froze and she found herself teetering on the precipice. She held
her breath waiting for the thrust or lick that would send her over the edge.
The silence was broken by an evil chuckle and she realized the men had no
intention of allowing her to climax just yet. She groaned in blissful need,
collapsed and was about to say something, plead maybe, when the two men resumed
their efforts, once more rushing her towards take off.
“Come on, sweetie,” Spike chuckled, “dance the
tightrope for us.”
With every flick of his tongue he made her body
want to squirm and leap off the bed, arch towards him, desperate for more.
Underneath the two strong pairs of hands that kept her steady, her muscles
twitched and danced. She missed the silent communication between the two men,
she only knew that when the simmering tightness in her belly was finally
unleashed, when her body flushed with its heat and her heart seemed to
somersault, she felt like she was soaring. Anya yelped, shuddered for what seemed
a long time and lay still, boneless.
The first thing she noticed when she was again
able to notice anything beside the pleasant afterglow, were two parallel trails
of kisses that tickled her waist, then ribs and breasts. Spike was kneeling on the
bed, opposite Xander, and both men were working their way up towards her face.
Both men were still hard.
“You alright, pet?” Spike asked, when she
opened her eyes. She still appeared slightly dazed.
“Hey,” she exclaimed breathlessly, trying to
gather her wits. “That was great. Let’s do it again!”
“Your wish is my command,” Spike said with an
evil grin and made a move to slide off the bed and resume his place between her
thighs.
“Wait!”
Spike paused and swiped his thumb over his chin
and lower lip, gathering what was left of her juices, then offered it to
Xander. The other man didn’t hesitate but started suckling on Spike’s thumb,
and quite suggestively too.
“Okay, maybe not at once,” Anya conceded with a
lazy smile.