Chapter Twenty-Six – Good Option

Spike stepped out of the bathroom and said, "Good night, ladies."

Joyce smiled over at him and said, "Good night, Spike. See you in the morning."

Buffy said, "I'll be there in few."

"All right, pet." He walked into the bedroom and over to the closet then stood contemplating his choices for sleep attire. He didn't know what Buffy would want him to sleep in, but she'd mentioned the shorts, so he pulled a pair out of the closet and set them on the nightstand then stripped off his shirt and sweats, laying them on top of his stack of jeans to wear again tomorrow.

He pulled the shorts on then turned to the bed, but since he didn't know which side Buffy slept on, he decided to just sit down on the end to wait for her. He sat for a few minutes, and when it didn't sound like the conversation in the living room was winding down, he got up and pulled his bag out from under the nightstand. He emptied everything out of the bag onto the bed and picked up his notebooks, stacking them in the bottom drawer of the nightstand with his pencils and eraser. He put his prison ID and paperwork in the top drawer, then contemplated the rest of the items on the bed.

He didn't really need his old worn-out toothbrush anymore, and the toothpaste tube was empty, so he tossed both items into the small trash can in the corner. That left a tattered paperback book Joe had given him the morning of his release, his hairbrush, and his deodorant. He put the book in the top drawer with his paperwork then carried the brush and deodorant over to the dresser and set them on the side closest to the door to be taken to the bathroom in the morning. He balled up the plastic bag and tossed it into the trash then opened the bottom drawer and picked up one of the notebooks. He flipped through it then plucked the photo from between the pages and propped it up against the lamp on the nightstand before replacing the notebook in the drawer. He was unpacked.

He resumed his seat on the end of the bed. After several more minutes of waiting, he laid back on the bed and laced his fingers together on his belly then closed his eyes. He was anxious about what Buffy would expect of him once she came to bed and tried to recall anything he'd ever been told about how to please a woman. There wasn't much, and his stomach was tying itself into knots as he tried to come up with some sort of plan, but since he had no idea what she'd enjoy, he didn't even know where to start. Something Joe had said to him as he was packing up his notebooks suddenly popped into Spike's mind, and he sat up then went to the nightstand and retrieved the book. Joe had said, "This'll make her happy," as he'd dropped the book into Spike's bag just before the guard had shown up to escort him to admin to be processed out.

The book was in such poor shape that it had no cover left, and the pages that were now serving as the cover were dirty, stained, and torn. Spike turned the tattered first page, then the second somewhat less tattered page, and saw a note in Joe's handwriting scrawled on the third page over the top of the first paragraph. 'Start with page 52 as a warmup. Pages 74 and 93 are also good for that. If you do the things on page 127, she'll about pop your head, so make sure to take a deep breath before you do the one thing – you'll know what I mean when you read it – or she'll suffocate you. The pages for the main event are 87, 139, and 156. If this doesn't help you finally get laid, nothing will. Have fun." Spike blinked at the note then sat down on the bed and turned to page 52.

By the time he'd read all the recommended passages, his cock was hard enough to pound nails, and if he pulled it out, he'd likely only need two or three strokes to bring himself off. The book was an erotic novel. A very detailed in its descriptions erotic novel. Spike cocked his head, listening to the women in the living room, then flipped back to page 127. He read through it again and tried to make his tongue move the way it was described in the book.

Once he thought he had it down, he skimmed through the other passages again then put the book away and moved back to the end of the bed. He laid back and closed his eyes, running through different scenarios in his mind. He'd always been a quick study and a good student, and he sent Joe a silent thanks for gifting him the book. He didn't feel nearly as apprehensive anymore about his ability to please Buffy.

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Buffy closed the bedroom door and walked quietly over to Spike. He was laying at the foot of the bed with his feet on the floor, his fingers clasped behind his head, and his eyes closed. She reached out and lightly touched his knee and he lifted his head. She smiled. "You're on the bed."

He chuckled, "I am."

She motioned to his groin with a smirk. "You seem to be very excited about that."

Spike sat up and reached for her hand. "Was just thinkin' 'bout you."

"Yeah? What were you thinking about me?"

He took her other hand and guided her to straddle his lap then wrapped his arms around her. "Gettin' you starkers 'cause I want you." He cut his eyes to the bedroom door, "But your mum…"

Buffy smiled and cupped his face, leaning in for a kiss. "Is asleep. And she sleeps like the dead. We could set up a full orchestra in the living room playing the 1812 Overture with cannons and everything, and she wouldn't even twitch." She laughed. "Faith and I wasted so many sneaking out opportunities by being good kids."

She kissed him again and Spike smiled against her lips then slid his hands under her shirt to caress her back. "In that case…" He lifted her shirt over her head then tried to remove her bra, feeling along the band across her back with his fingertips. "How do I get this contraption off you, pet?"

Buffy laughed and leaned back slightly, opening the clasp in the front. "Like this." She slipped the straps off her shoulders and let the bra drop to the floor next to her shirt.

Spike looked at her and licked his lips then asked, "May I?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah. Do whatever you want." She held up a hand, "Except like bite me or anything."

Spike chuckled, "Wasn't plannin' to bite you, pet. Maybe nibble a bit, but not bite."

"Okay then, go to town."

Quickly running through the passage he'd chosen to start with in his mind, he wrapped his arms around her then turned and tried to lay her on the bed, but because she was straddling him, he ended up laying on her leg. She winced and said, "Ow! Your hip's digging into my leg."

He sat up with a hurriedly mumbled, "Sorry, luv," then stood up.

Buffy grabbed his hand and said, "It's okay, Spike. I'm fine. We can keep going." She let go of his hand and scooted up the bed then quirked a finger at him. "Come up here, but pull the tie out of your hair first."

He freed his hair from the hair tie then smiled and leaned down, planting his fists on the bed then lifting his knee onto it. He panther crawled up the bed, his hair swinging as he moved, then he settled himself between Buffy's legs and leaned down to kiss her. When he lifted his head, Buffy licked her lips and nodded toward the end of the bed with a quiet, "That's how you should always get into bed. Like every time. Oh my god, that was hot."

He smiled and lowered himself onto her, propping his weight on his elbows as he kissed her again and ground himself against her. He carefully performed the actions described in the book, checking her reaction to each one, and if it seemed to please her, he marked it down on his mental 'Buffy likes it' list.

Buffy moaned and gasped and writhed under him as his mouth traveled from her mouth to her ear and neck and then to points further south. He even flicked her belly button piercing with his tongue. She was being a little more vocal than she usually was in order to let him know what she liked, and damn, did she like everything he'd done so far.

He lifted himself to his knees and flicked his hair over his shoulders then laid his fingers lightly on the button of her jeans. "May I?"

Buffy nodded vigorously, "Yes, please." She waved a hand at his shorts. "And you need to get those off, too."

He smiled. "I will, luv, but first…" He unfastened her jeans, and she lifted her hips as he started sliding them down. The jeans and her underwear ended up on the floor next to her shirt and bra and he settled onto his belly between her legs. He'd never seen a woman's… parts… live and in person, so he took a few seconds to mentally review the descriptions from the book and locate what the book had referred to as her 'magic button.'

Buffy looked down her body at him, smiling at his look of intense concentration as he studied her. "You know what everything is and what it does?"

He looked up at her and smiled. "Yeah, I think so." He licked his top lip. "If you'll permit me, I'd like to…" he nodded at her and stammered, "um… not sure how to say it in a way that's not… crude or… offensive."

"Tongue me? Eat me out? Go down on me? I suppose you could say perform cunnilingus, but that's a mouthful…" She giggled, "Kinda literally." She sat up a bit and reached out, cupping his cheek and sliding her thumb along his cheekbone. "I'm not gonna be offended or anything, so call it whatever you want, as long as you're doing it because you want to. And if you find out you don't like it, I'm not gonna expect you to keep doing it, okay?"

He nodded. "All right. Please let me know if you want me to do more of something or do it differently."

"Okay." She laid back down and he lowered his head.

She jumped slightly when he licked her with the flat of his tongue and he quickly raised his head. "Did I hurt you?"

She rolled her head on the pillow in a negative gesture. "No, I'm fine. It's just… different. Not bad different, but I've never felt that before and I guess it kind of startled me, but you can keep going."

He nodded and lowered his head again, licking a little more gently. When she didn't jump, he carefully started moving his tongue like the book had described, making sure to note her reactions. She opened her legs wider and started voicing the most deliciously arousing noises as he licked and nibbled and sucked enthusiastically, and when she reached down to grip his hair tight in her fists and pull him even closer to her, he took a deep breath and did the 'one thing' from the book.

Joe had been right. If he hadn't taken that breath, she'd have suffocated him when she clamped her thighs tight against his head and kept his face buried in her while her 'magic button' convulsed against his tongue.

Buffy's legs fell open in a loose sprawl as she panted and twitched then she carefully untangled her fingers from his hair and voiced a moan of satisfaction as her hands thumped to the bed beside her. "Oh my god, how did you get so good at that? I know this is the first time someone's done that to me, so I don't have anything to compare it to, but I feel like it was really really good. Holy shit."

Spike lifted his head wearing a proud smile and chuckled, "Read it in a book."

Buffy breathed, "That's a really really good book," then lifted her head and asked, "Did you like it? I really hope you did, because I really really want you to keep doing that. And I know I'm saying really too much, but my brain is being all weird."

He lifted himself to his knees with a chuckle. "I enjoyed it, luv…" he motioned to his erection, "…as you can see, and I'll do that anytime you like for as long as you like." He paused then said with a smirk, "Really, I will."

Buffy laughed. "Don't tell me that or I might never go to work again." She motioned to his shorts. "Those need to be gone."

He nodded and slid his shorts and briefs over his hips then sat down to get them completely off before getting back up onto his knees. "Do you have condoms?" He coughed a little uncomfortably and blushed slightly, "Not 'cause I'm worried about… uh… catching anything or giving you anything, kind of a moot point, considerin' we've both um… with our mouths, but… not sure we're ready for kids just yet."

"I'm on birth control, but I have some if you want one."

He nodded. "Think that would be best. I'll likely last a bit longer if…" He looked down at the bed and said quietly, "Don't want to pop two strokes in."

Buffy rolled to the other nightstand and opened the top drawer, plucking out a condom, then rolled back and handed it to him. "Even if you do, like I said, we can always go again, and I'd actually take it as a compliment that I feel so good to you that you can't hold back, so try not to worry about it. Okay?"

He took the condom with an embarrassed nod and tore it open then held it up, blushing furiously as he asked, "Could you show me how to apply this properly? I've never…"

Buffy nodded and sat up, taking the condom and showing him how to roll it down over his erection. "Just like that." She laid back down and asked, "How do you want me?"

"Um… which position do you prefer?"

"I've only done two; missionary and me on top… usually me on top because he didn't want to do the work, I guess. What did your book say about it? Anything?"

"The position the bird in the book liked the best was sort of a modified missionary, I suppose, but bein' that she's fictional, I don't know how accurate to real life it is."

"Won't know until we try, so…"

He looked down at her then back up to her face. "Uh… I don't want to just…"

"Stick it in?"

"Yeah. I want to… do you want me to snog you after…" He motioned to her groin.

"I don't know. Let's try it and I'll see if I like tasting myself in your mouth." She rolled toward the nightstand and opened the drawer again, rolling back holding a tube of lube. He grimaced slightly and a look of shame briefly crossed his face. Buffy sat up and grasped his hand. "Hey, the lube isn't saying anything about your performance so far, which has been wow, but you're big and the condoms aren't lubed, and that is not a place where chafing is fun for either of us. There's no such thing as too much lubrication, and slidey is better than grippy."

He smiled at her then took the tube, "All right." He flicked the cap open. "Do I just squeeze some on?"

Buffy held out her hand. "Squeeze some into my palm. Just a little." He squeezed a small dollop into her palm then closed the tube and laid it on the bed. She wrapped her hand around the head and stroked to about halfway until the lube was evenly distributed then looked down at her hand. "Shoot. Need a towel. Be right back." She climbed off the bed and opened the bedroom door a crack then opened it fully and went into the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with a damp washcloth. She shut the door then cleaned the lube off her hand as she walked over to the bed.

She dropped the washcloth on the floor then got on the bed and knee-walked over to him. "Kiss me."

He nodded with a chuckled, "Yes, ma'am," then slid a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss.

Tasting herself was a little weird, but not gross, and she murmured against his lips, "I want you in me, Spike."

He shivered and swallowed hard then nodded and started maneuvering her onto her back. It was a bit awkward, but they got themselves positioned and he gripped himself near the base, trying not to get lube on his hand, then carefully set himself against her. He started slowly pushing in and groaned as she enveloped him. "Bloody hell. Don't move or I'm gonna… Just give me a mo'." He held still, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he took deep breaths and wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of his penis, trying to stave off the climax that was about to blow the condom right off.

Buffy lay under him, one hand gripping the back of his arm as she took shallow breaths, trying not to push him over the edge. If he climaxed just from penetration, he'd be so embarrassed that he probably wouldn't even want to try again, at least not for a while, and he felt way too good. The kind of good that makes you not able to walk right, and Buffy wanted to not walk right as soon as possible.

They held position for a few minutes, then Spike released himself and slowly pulled back a little before pushing in until he was fully seated. "All right, think I've got it under control." He slid the hand he'd been holding himself with under her leg and settled her knee in the crook of his elbow then did the same with the other leg. He leaned forward, still moving slowly, and planted his hands on the bed next to her. They both groaned as he went a little deeper from the change in angle and he said through clenched teeth, "Not sure how long I'll last. You feel so bloody good."

"You feel good, too, and I think I know why your book bird likes this position so much."

He barked a quiet laugh and opened his eyes. "Book bird?"

Buffy smiled up at him then pulled him into a kiss. "Let's do this."

"Yes, ma'am." He braced his knees then started rolling his hips in long, slow thrusts. She felt so good and was making those delicious noises again and he tried to think of something that would ease the pressure he could feel building, but it was a fruitless effort. His brain was awash in pleasure, and he couldn't focus on anything outside the sensations coursing through him.

Buffy's breathing had sped up and she was voicing pleasured moans on each exhale. He was hitting her G-spot just right and bursts of color were flashing behind her eyes every time he thrust in. She opened her eyes and reached up, sliding a hand under his hair to grip the back of his neck. He opened his eyes, and they locked gazes as she panted, "Harder, Spike."

He thrust in hard and pulled back then thrust in hard again, but seeing the burning hunger in her eyes broke through his threadbare control and he went rigid above her as his climax boiled through him.

Buffy looked up at him as he climaxed with a strangled shout and felt him pulse inside her. Even his O-face was hot. This was the first time she'd really seen it, considering she'd been a little busy the last two times.

He held his rigid position for several seconds then drew in a shuddering breath and blew it out again as he twitched and his arms trembled. When his breathing had slowed a little, he looked down at her and asked in a breathy whisper, "Did you?"

"No, but I'm close. Probably wouldn't take much to…"

He'd started carefully withdrawing from her before she'd even finished speaking. He scooted down the bed and buried his face in her, licking, flicking, and sucking until she clamped her thighs tight on his head again. When she released him, he raised his head and said quietly, "Hopefully I'll last longer next time… if you want there to be a next time… and you'll…"

Buffy shakily sat up and threaded her fingers into his hair. "I have no complaints, Spike. Not one. You did amazing for your first time, and that's the closest I've gotten to orgasm from intercourse, so I have no doubt that you'll get me there. And yes, I want there to be lots of next times. Lots." She reached out with her other hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb. "You didn't have to go down on me after… with the lube and everything." A slight look of worry crossed his features and she continued, "It's not gonna hurt you or anything. It's water based and safe, but it's not the flavored kind, so it probably doesn't taste very good. Does it?"

"Doesn't really taste like anything, and I didn't want to leave you like that… all pent up, 'cause I couldn't get you there, so that's why I…"

"Thank you, and again with the really really good, but…" she reached for his hand and lifted it off the bed. "Your fingers would've worked, too."

He looked at his hand then chuckled, "Didn't even consider 'em, pet."

"Your book didn't say anything about…"

He laughed, "It did, but I've not tried that yet and I knew my tongue would work, so that's the only thing I considered as an option."

Buffy smiled, "Really good option."