"Pinpoint" Pt.3
Ok this is Part 3 of "Pinpoint." One more and we are complete! Parts 1 and 2 are in my memories, and you need to read those before this. And the smut is officially here. Enjoy!
Author - Nyghtpet
Title- Pinpoint
Pairing -Spike/Buffy
Rating- NC-17
A/N: AU where they never met. Think S6 if Spike had never shown up. And she never died. ALSO, a portion of this fic was inspired by the galactically talented sexymermaid, and I have to give her full credit for the unconventional yet incredibly sexy moment.
Spoilers-none
Warning- Very Kinky and Naughty Language. If that is not your thing, I don’t want you to get upset. I like people being happy!
Disclaimer- Not mine, although I wish Spike were. I would keep him a very happy boy, if he only knew. Joss is Boss, we all know this.
Feedback- Please, Please, Please. Be as honest as you want, I can take it. This is my first fic, and I am very nervous about breaking out my writing to the world, but I gotta know. I am a glutton for feedback.
She stops just outside the doors, takes a breath of fresh air. She feels like she has been holding her breath for awhile, and it feels good to get a decent lungful of air.
She heads down the street, minding to stay on the lighted areas of the sidewalk. Oddly, the longer she walks, the shakier she gets, like she just went through a shock. Why did that guy get to her so badly? He only hit your deepest psychosis right on the nose, so what?
A pale hand shoots out, grabs her arm, and pulls her into an alley. She hadn’t been paying attention, moved down more of a side street.
The rough brick at her back pulls uncomfortably at her clothes, ruins the silk shirt she is wearing.
“I needed to finish our conversation.”
“No, you didn’t. And let me go before I scream rape.”
“Scream rape? In the middle of the business district? That will get you far. And trust me, if you feel like screaming, know that you will be. Screaming for me.”
She catches the thrill before it could be seen, his voice entering her chest like a deep chime. It is like the vibration in her body that suffuses her with a dull warmth, radiating out.
“There is more I read off of you. You can’t keep a man, can you? They all say they want to take care of you, be gentle with you, treat you like a princess in a tower.” He pins her hands to the wall, teasing her by dipping his head in and out of her neck and hair, never quite touching. “But when it gets right down to it, they are weak. In order for them to take care of you, they need to be stronger than you, and that is a very tall order.”
“They end up wanting you to make the decisions once again, wanting you to tell them when they can take care of you, when they can be men. Although because they need to ask, it doesn’t make them men at all, only boys.”
She lets out a shaky sigh, that hits him right on the right side of his neck. He snaps his head back to look at her, this girl with the hooded, drugged eyes.
“You need a man. Strong, confident, not afraid. Someone who will go on with or without you, that doesn’t need you to survive, but wants you to survive. Someone you don’t need to feel responsible for.” He presses his lower body into hers, earning him a groan from his victim.
“You need a man who will take what he wants, when he wants it, and makes you love every minute of it.” He starts to grind against her, painfully slow. “A guy who will throw you down, naked and open for him. Pin you down with his strong body as he rides you into oblivion.” The grinding has sped up in spite of himself. Her eyes are shut, offering her neck up to him to suck on wildly, moaning and answering his body like a cat in heat.
“A man who uses you, like you’re just a thing for his pleasure. You are there only because he cares to have you there, but all he wants is to pump into you until you wail and beg for him to stop, don’t stop, harder, faster, rougher,” he grabs her hair and yanks her head more to the side, as he continues to nibble and suck on her neck.
Her arms wrap around him, legs following suit. He balances her with his free hand, and he hits that perfect spot now on every thrust. She cries out, a reckless sob of sound, as he pounds that spot without mercy.
“Yes dear, sweet child, all you need is a nice, healthy, cock.” He gives one more thrust, and watches as she quakes out a powerful orgasm through her body, slow and beautiful. Her eyes finally focus, and she looks at him, full of gratitude, shock, embarrassment.
Hunger.
He sets his mouth, and begins to thrust against her ruthlessly to his own completion. She gasps a little in protest, but holds onto him just as hard as before.
She starts to let her head fall back, but he pulls it back up, to look her in the eyes. “You are here for me. I want you to know who you are going to fuck tonight.”
Her eyes widen, and lock into his. His admission sends her soaring back up, nearing another orgasm as he takes his pleasure from the soft cradle of her body wrapped around him. He shows no mercy, and soon his crisis is overtaking his senses. They both freeze, as their climaxes rush through them. Finally their gazes break, to ride out their own personal aftershocks.
They slump together against the wall, catching their breath. A few minutes pass, but it feels like an hour. He takes her hand, and pulls her slowly off the wall, as if afraid he will have to peel her off of it.
“Come with me. I am taking you my place.”
“I really should be going, my friends will worry.”
“I doubt that. You are the one they look to, remember? I’m not done with you yet, and you are coming with me.”
Her eyes shoot down to the pavement, then back up for a second. She lets him lead her down the street, into the cool night, slightly excited and more than a little apprehensive about what they were going to do once he got to his home.
Or rather, what he was going to do to her.