Chapter 1

The sounds of moans and grunts fused with the sound of skin slapping and pounding as the two bodies connected were slick and salty with sweat but their actions, showing no signs of halting the rising passion, continued to be rigorous. The woman was on all fours, her romp fiercely connected to the shaft belonging to the man kneeling behind her.

Her eyes rolled backwards as she drowned herself in pleasure of the incessant pounding the man was doing. Feeling ecstasy piquing, her hand travelled to her core, quickly searching for the swollen nub and her fingers began rubbing and manipulating it. She was so close, feeling her sensitive pearl throb, clearly desperate for release. Frustrated of not getting the climax she craves, she met the man halfway, pushing back as he thrusts forward, fastening the already rapid pace.

"Oh fuck!" the man moaned and fell forward, his chest connected to her back as his knees gave way, helpless against the hunger this woman had.

Encouraged by his words, she slammed back harder and faster, her fingers never stopping stroking the nub of her core and she gasped, feeling sexual bliss approaching and two more thrusts later, she fell forwards into the bed as her walls quivered, her essence coating her fingers and bed as it flowed out of her.

She panted, trying to come down from the high, not registering when the man pulled out his shaft, vigorously stroking it, groaning as generous seed spurt onto her curvaceous behind. He sighed out in relief and laid down next to her.

Moments later, he turned to see her face still partially buried into the pillow but was in a daze,not focusing on anything. He smirked proudly for a moment, taking credit of her mind-numbing state before gently brushing the hair away from her face and leaned close, kissing her shoulder.

"You are amazing", he whispered against her skin.

Having somewhat recovered, she giggled in amusement and turned around onto her back, staring at the ceiling, enjoying the buzzing in her ears and the light breeze from the A/C, cooling her slightly damp body from the recent exertion. The man rolled to his side and propped his head onto his hand while letting his other hand draw patterns over her beautiful body. God, he wanted to ravish her again. They had been having their covert, sexual tryst for almost four months now and every time seemed better than the last. She was insatiable, sexy and every bit his dream woman but...life wasn't kind to him.

He was trapped in an unhappy marriage to a prolific and high powered attorney. To the public eye, he had everything. A thriving and profitable business to call his own, a beautiful and successful wife by his side with private properties around the country and several investments to their name. In short, he had a life a lot of people would kill for.

But he would gladly sign it all away if he could feel an ounce of what he was feeling right now; content, satisfied and happy. The blonde currently next to him made him feel things he hasn't felt in years. He didn't expect to but he was slowly and surely falling for her. But unfortunately for him, sex was all this had to be. She had a reputation of being a highly sexual person and he knew he wasn't her only bed partner. It didn't used to bother him before…she was an amazing lover and her skills and willingness to allow him to put it anywhere was all that mattered but now…now, there were feelings and warmth bubbling in him, wanting something more.

He traced her ample chest, delighted to see her nipples puckering at his touch.

"I'd leave her….all you need to do is ask", his face sincere, reflecting the severity of his words.

"Spike…" she sighed, feeling the afterglow immediately leaving her body, dreading the conversation that was to come.

She sat up and moved to get off the bed but he covered her with his body, making her lie back on the bed. He hovered over her and leaned down capturing her lips desperately, portraying his need, wanting her to understand the emotions he's developing coursing through him for her.

"The way you make me feel…Buffy, I…I hate leaving you. I wish everyday could be like this" his fingers tenderly grazed her lips.

"But you know it can't", Buffy's eyes not reciprocating the affection held in his.

"You have Dru and your kids. You have a real life…this…this is just an escape".

"We can make this a life…our life".

"Let me up", Buffy nudged him back and he dropped his head on the bed next to her shoulder for a mere moment, sighing, before rolling off her.

She quickly sat up and began pulling on her clothes while he sat against the headboard and lit a cigarette watching her scour the room for her things.

"Why do you keep freaking when I talk about us?"

"There is no us", she said firmly.

"That's because you don't want it to be".

She sighed for the umpteenth time, clearly getting tired of this conversation. Spike had been badgering her about wanting something more the past month and she usually just brushes it off but he's starting to get clingy that it was beginning to annoy her. She shook her head, not liking that she was in this situation again. Spike wasn't the first one she had this sort of conversation with and she hated this part but it had to be done. She took a few deep breaths before turning around and looked him in the eye.

"You knew about me the first time we slept together…this…this is all there is. I'm not relationship-girl, I'm not committed-girl and I have no intention to be. "

"You don't know that. You haven't even tried. For all you know, you could be relationship-girl. I mean, come on Buffy, do you really want to continue this life when you're 40? 50?"

"How I run my life is none of your business!...I'm not this woman you wish I was or want me to be so stop thinking that every time we fuck, I go all soft and dreamy having all this fuzzy bunny feelings for you because I don't!"

Buffy looked away, regretting her harsh words but it was the truth.

Her voice softened a little when she continued, "I like our time together and the sex is great but this is it. I can't give you more and if you don't get that then, I think we should stop".

Spike could hear the honesty laced in her voice and he hated himself. She was right. He knew what he was getting into when they first started and he was pretty sure that he was on the same page with her but things started to change recently, when he found himself starting to miss her and imagining her face on every blonde woman that crosses his path.

"I don't want this to stop", he said softly.

He didn't like that they would never be anything more but the thought of not seeing her irks him even more. If sex was all they had in order to see her, he'd take it.

"Spike…"

He swiftly moved out of the bed and walked towards her, not bothering about his nudity.

"I'm sorry. I never should have said anything. You're right. I knew what I was getting myself into…this is all just crazy talk".

"Spike, I…"

And his lips were latched onto hers, stopping her from continuing but Buffy stood rigid, not replying his kisses and he broke away, cursing himself from ruining this.

"I think we should stop seeing each other for a while. Get our heads together", Buffy suggested.

"I told you I was sorry. I promise no more talk of wanting more. Let's just go back to the kissing and the sex" he said, kissing her neck, moving up to her cheeks and nipping her lips again, wanting her to reciprocate but she remained unresponsive.

"I have to go. I have an early day in court tomorrow", she quickly grabbed her bag and walked out of the room, making her way to the parking lot, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible.

When she got in the car, she rubbed her face in exasperation. Damn it! Why did things always have to get complicated? Spike was a good time and was always eager to help alleviate her sexual tension wonderfully whenever she had an itch to scratch. She pouted, knowing that the fizzling fling with Spike was finally reaching its demise. She'll miss the sex with Spike but she could easily find a willing partner with three other men on her phone book.

Buffy Summers; lawyer extraordinaire with expensive clientele under her belt. Their eagerness to keep her on their payroll had nothing to do with the fact that she slept with probably half her client list and though, it was not an extensive one, it wasn't a short list either. She was genuinely good at her job. Your company or business could be in any deep shit, being sued for millions and she will find a loophole, a crack in the most solid evidences had against you and pull you out of the trenches.

She was amongst the most sought-after corporate lawyers and was beautiful, sexy, confident, have no problems dating, with a bevy of men drooling over her but she was not interested in being committed. She had probably only one serious relationship in her 29 years of life having had her first and only boyfriend at 17, dating him for about two years. He was a nice guy, treated her well but the relationship ran its course and simply fizzled out. It was just puppy love.

Then college happened and it was then she had her first sexual encounter. It happened cliché enough; during a party at a frat house. She was nervous, afraid and inexperienced, but her partner, Scott Hope, a sophomore student, was somewhat an aficionado in sex. Her first time was the most erotic and unforgettable experience she ever had. He took pleasure in her naivety, taking upon himself to teach her the finer points of pleasure, seduction and foreplay.

Her eagerness and curiosity aided her ability to learn fast and she was an exceptional student, passing with flying colours. She was hooked on sex. In a mere two months, she was quickly becoming a siren in bed even Scott Hope could not keep up. One night, she made him cum more times than any other of the skilled girls (and he had A LOT of them) he had bedded and he was a very proud teacher.

Scott eventually realised he swung both ways and soon, enticed Buffy to participate in threesomes, foursomes and orgies. Intrigued, Buffy eagerly revelled in the experience her lover's newfound sexuality enabled her to have and she fully absorbed all that it had to offer. Her reputation as an excellent lover travelled through campus but Scott Hope made sure in no way was she misunderstood or mistaken to be cheap. She was a sensual and sexual creature who deserved to be pleasured by only those worthy. Almost all her sexual tryst for most of the three years of her college life was screened by him. If he deemed them worthy, the man would share her bed and if not, no chance will you ever see her naked.

Sometimes, he would choose to be a passive audience, watching them do it from the corner and masturbate to her lovely physique slip and slide against another but whenever she came, her eyes would lock onto his and that was his undoing, spurting his milky seed onto the floor and she would grin. They would quickly kick the man(or woman) out and he would pounce her, thrusting into her deep and hard and she willingly welcomed his girth, raring to go again despite coming just mere moments ago. She would gallop and ride him until morning came.

By the time Scott graduated, Buffy no longer had a teacher but there wasn't a need. She became an aficionado herself with several students eager to learn from her and just like how she was an excellent student, she was a marvellous teacher with some of her 'students' continued being her lover(s) long after she graduated. Even now, she probably had four of them who would be eager to exchange bodily fluids.

With so many options around, she didn't need to be tied down nor did she want to. She loved sex and she could do it all night long but when emotions got in the way, things get complicated and difficult. She hated that.

Her cellphone rang, breaking her out of her thoughts. She smiled looking at the name that appeared and answered the phone.

"Hello"

"Hey, Will and I were thinking of hooking up later at the club. You up for it?"

"I don't know, Faith. I have to be in court at 8 tomorrow".

"Come on, one drink".

"I have to get up really early".

"Aww, don't be such a spoil sport".

"Faith…"

"One drink…I promise".

Buffy sighed. After the incident with Spike, she honestly could use a drink.

"Fine…one drink and I'll go".

"Yes!...I promise I'll kick you out of the club the moment you finish your drink".

Buffy laughed of how unlikely that would be. Faith would probably just order another round of drinks and convince her to stay.

"I'll see you there at 9".

"Later, B".

Faith and Willow were her oldest friends having met in high school and quickly became fast friends. They had a gist of Buffy's rather frequent change of bed partners from the rumours milling about and both having had their fair share of bumping into a few of them when they visited her home or office but that side of her life was never really discussed. They tried to pry and asked her about it but she usually brushes them off.

Though they were friends for a long time, they were not like the typical girlfriends who traditionally share practically everything with each other. Or rather,Buffy wasn't that sort of girlfriend who shares. She decides how privy they were to the personal things in her life and her sexual life wasn't one of them. It was personal after all.

She drove back to her apartment and looked at the clock on her radio, noting she had about two hours to shower and change before leaving for the club. She began humming to the familiar music playing, the tension and conversation she had with Spike quickly forgotten.

"Come on man, stop moping. So your relationship ended. It's not the end of the world", Xander chimed in his seat, looking at his friend of 15 years.

"I'm not moping. I just hated that she cheated on me".

Xander rolled his eyes. Just a few days ago, his friend, Angelus Callahan had broken up with a Darla Weston. They had a rather colourful, albeit short whirlwind of a romance only having met six months prior.

"She slept with three of your business associates, two potential investors, stole your money behind your back and you're moping over a woman like that? Are you dense in the head?"

"I'm not moping! I just didn't know she was like that".

"On your first date, you saw her flirt with the waiter. During the few months you've dated, you've seen at least two men leave her apartment on two different occasions, which you just decide to brush off after her lame explanation of oh, they were just "friends". It took her to get caught red-handed by you to actually open your eyes? Dude, that woman is a she-devil incarnate!"

"Okay, I get it Mr. Obvious. I was there".

Angelus sighed. He had his suspicions for some time but ignored it because as shallow as it sounded, he liked that she had a damn hot body, looked great on his arm and was good in bed. Apart from that, her interest in his corporate world was useful for him. Her outgoing and friendly personality made her good at charming his investors (of course now, he guessed by literally sleeping with them), making it easy for him to close business deals. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure if he even liked her. He was just bumped that he was taken advantage of by his supposed girlfriend.

"Look, lighten up. Why don't we head to the club tonight?"

"Aren't your in-laws coming to your house for dinner?"

"Yeah, that's at 6. We can meet after and we'll boogie".

"Boogie?" Angel frowned.

"You know what I mean….and look at the time. Love to stay and chat but I gotta go pick up Cordy so I'll meet you at the club say 2130?", he looked at his watch.

Angelus nodded in response and Xander left his office, promising him a good time later.

Later that night

The moment he entered the club, his ears were assaulted by the loud and offensive music. He moved past the dance floor searching for a quieter space to try and call Xander. He made his way to one side of the bar and started to dial the familiar number. He held the phone to his left ear and held his unoccupied hand over his right ear in an attempt to tune out the loud music. He heard the dial tone for 10 seconds before finally giving up and decided to slide into one of the bar stools and texted Xander his location in the club so he could be easily found.

He signalled the bartender and ordered scotch. The music was thumping in his ears and he groaned at the volume. Why did he think it was a good idea to come? He twirled around in the stool and began to look over the dance floor, hoping to see his friend showing his somewhat non-existent dance skills but no such luck.

As he was about to tear his gaze away from the floor to his drink, his eyes hooked on two girls gyrating their bodies to the music. They were holding hands and moving their bodies sensually, clearly enjoying the music and absorbed in conversation with each other, not noticing a few men began making a move to join them.

The brunette noticed the men first and looped her arms around one of the men's neck, making her blonde partner turn and smiled at another, pulling the redhead man closer before taking his arms and placing them on her waist. The blonde began swaying her hips seductively, moving even closer to the man, every move calculated and purposeful, leaving Angelus somewhat enthralled by the way her body danced.

Angelus unconsciously licked his lips, getting somewhat a little hot and bothered. The more she moved and grinded against the man, the more he found himself hoping that she would turn so he could see her face properly. As though she heard his thoughts, she turned and continued her seductive moves, grinding her rear against the stranger. She raised her arm and moved, her hands cupping the back of her partner's neck, pushing his face against her neck and he heeded.

She was exceptionally gorgeous and Angelus couldn't tear his eyes away, wanting to memorize every line of her features. She stopped momentarily, feeling as though she was being watched and glanced towards the bar. Like a moth to a flame, her hazel orbs caught chocolate ones and she was pleasantly presented with a beautiful man who was clearly enjoying the show she was giving. She began grinding harder, the stranger behind her gripping her hips tighter and groaning in her ear but she paid no mind, her attention glued to the dark, handsome man in front of her.

As the music ended, her eyes never left his even as the other man began whispering naughty suggestions into her ear. She didn't respond for long moments, absorbed in the staring game with the man at the bar. The man's gaze was powerful and expressive…it was as though they were speaking to her…communication without words. It could be the liquor she downed earlier, or perhaps it was the music but she found her core tingling and dampening by the way his eyes graze over her...Hmmm…this was new.

She gets turned on by a lot of things but a man's gaze was hardly one of them. She has had stare downs with random men in an effort to seduce them to bed and her success rate has been 100% but now…she wasn't seducing him, she wasn't trying to do anything really. If she had to be honest, she was simply mesmerized and intrigued by this man. It took every ounce of her willpower to force herself to break away from the man's gaze and pulled her dancing partner, leading him to the ladies, feeling sexual desire stirring within at a rapid rate she never felt before. Her core was throbbing and beginning to ache. Pushing the stranger into an unoccupied cubicle, he fell backwards into the cubicle and she immediately straddled him.

The man was surprised but wrapped his arms around her petite frame. She quickly unbuckled his pants, pulling out his shaft, unsurprised to see it hard and ready.

"Slow down, baby. We got all night", he snickered.

She didn't reply and shifted her panties aside and enveloped him deep inside that he had to gasp. She was so unbelievably tight and her walls were squeezing him so hard that he's pretty sure he's about to come.

"Damn lady….you are aggressive!"

She began to ride him back and forth harshly and he groaned.

"Holy shi…god, woman".

Buffy clamped his mouth and stopped moving, not wanting to hear anymore commentary.

"Just shut up and fuck me".

The man grinned, counting his lucky stars for meeting this chick that was giving him a ride of his life. He began pulling her halter top, wanting to suckle her breasts and did so, sucking and biting the nubs until they were hard.

They moved faster and harder, not caring that people from neighboring could possibly hear their groans and grunts or even the sound of skin slapping on skin as they soon found themselves achieving rapture with her pumping him for all of the milky seed he's worth.

Angelus was broken from his stupor when a random man suddenly walked past the blonde, momentarily breaking their spellbound gaze. It was probably two seconds but when his eyes went back to the dance floor, she was nowhere to be seen. He was about to look for the blonde goddess when Xander suddenly appeared at the bar with Cordelia, seemingly not noticing his distraction. He looked past them to continue staring at the dance floor, his eyes searching for her but to no avail.

'Who is that girl?' were his last thoughts as his attention went back to his friends but his mind…his distracted mind had embedded her beautiful face, her golden tresses,her sultry eyes and lithe physique, not likely letting him forget her.

That night, after two more rounds with the redhead man, Buffy trudged home alone wanting to have a somewhat early night for court tomorrow. Feeling parched and slightly exhausted from drinking and the quick romps, she was weirdly wide awake and oddly unsatisfied as she lay on her bed. Frowning, she found this odd. She knew no amount of sex could fully satisfy her but usually, after a romp or two, she'll be somewhat content until the next warm body caught her attention but tonight, after three bouts of it, she found herself wanting more. This has never happened.

After tossing for the umpteenth time that night, she huffed and rolled over to the drawer by the bed and began digging for her toy. Locating it, she quickly disrobes herself and starts to play with her core, preparing it for the long contraption. Soon, her folds were swallowing the hard shaft and her unoccupied hands started squeezing her breasts and pinching the buds till it was sensitive to the cool air. She then began manipulating the nub of her core and increased the cadence of her thrusts, her juices now lubricating the shaft making it that much easier to move it in and out of her.

Feeling her rapture approaching, she pushed the shaft even deeper and her thrusts became rigorous, desperate for release. She closed her eyes tightly and before her, the mysterious dark haired man materialized with those chocolate orbs expressing lust and hunger. Suddenly, instead of the smooth, rubberized toy, her walls were squeezing a warm, throbbing member that seemed to be moving on his own. She dared herself to open her eyes and saw the mysterious man hovering over her.

Their eyes locked and she felt his manly hand pushed her thigh further apart and felt his weight on her. He was definitely heavy for her petite frame but god, he felt so wonderful. She clamped her legs around his waist, crushing his mass on her but she was oblivious for he only moved deeper inside her and her eyes rolled back. God, he filled her so fully that she was breathless. Size was never a problem for her…big or small, she could take them all but he was stretching her in a way no man ever had and still, she wanted more.

Her hands cupped his ass, relishing in its firmness and pushed him even further until he was completely sealed in her heat and through her eyes, she told him to keep still, wanting to relish the moment. He was fully embedded into her and the feeling was sensational. He seemed to understand and stopped moving, allowing her walls to squeeze and grip him.

Soon, she craved for friction and her hips began dancing and he reciprocated thrusting deeply, not wanting to leave her warmth. Buffy leaned up to kiss his lips, pulling and biting them before he boldly delved his tongue into her mouth sucking the appendage, leaving her breathless. He was delicious, tasting like cinnamon and something spicy but yet, when their lips parted, he left a sweet aftertaste that made her lick her lips not wanting remnants of his taste to go to waste. She wasted no time mauling his lips again and he welcomed it, their lips joining their cores in the ritual of mating.

When he suddenly thrusts faster, rubbing his strength against her clit, she broke away feeling like she was about to die from the pleasure but he didn't stop and pounded against her. God, he was perfect. He just knew how to fill her, how to touch her, how to kiss and lick her. Every thrust, every angle and every move he made was precise, touching and hitting her at all the right spots. She has had sex multitudinous times but never like this.

Ecstasy was approaching and she wanted release badly, wanting him to move faster and deeper and bizarrely, as soon as the thought entered her, he did just as she wanted. 'This is insane', she briefly thought but it was quickly quelled by the heavenly rapture as she quivered against him before her womanly essence came gushing out. His throbbing shaft began spurting milky white goodness concocting a thick potion as it messily flowed out of her, coating him.

Buffy panted as he crushed his weight on her, his cock still so deeply embedded inside. She moved her arms wanting to wrap him tighter against her only to find herself alone. 'What the hell?', she thought, opening her eyes. It was just her imagination?

She looked down and found herself still holding onto the toy and her bed sheet drenched with her essence. That was just her fantasy? She shook her head and moved off the bed to remove the soiled sheet and cleaned herself. Her sexual urges now utterly satisfied, she let sleep claim her but as she drifted off into oblivion, a pair of dark brown eyes haunted her, following her into her dreams.

On the other side of town, Angelus gasped awake, his mind reeling from the erotic dream he just had. His shaft was incredibly hard and throbbed painfully. He immediately pushed away his covers and opened the slit of his boxers just in time for his seed to squirt generously, the warmth drenching his hand and underwear.

He struggled for breath, sucking in large amounts of air to fill his emptied lungs. What the hell just happened? The dream sex with the blonde stranger felt so real that he actually came? Was this normal? He looked around his room as if searching for answers, trying to make sense of what had just transpired.