Yes, please.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me back, forcing my ass out. Cool liquid pooled onto it, slipping into the crack. I looked over my shoulder to see him dribbling liquid soap onto my body. He caught my gaze and winked. Placing the bottle back on the wire rack, he ran his index finger between my ass cheeks, teasing the dark entrance there.
I squirmed. “Wait!”
“Shhh, baby. Don’t worry. You’ll like the pain.”
Before I could object further, his finger pushed into my ass—deep. He worked the liquid soap inside of me, swirling first one finger then two, around and around, opening me.
“But… I… I’ve never… please.” I couldn’t even formulate a coherent sentence. My body was screaming yes, bring it on, while my brain was freaking out over the coming pain.
He leaned in to kiss my neck. “Trust me, beautiful.” As he said the words, the thick head of his cock pushed against my puckered hole.
I clenched.
He smacked my ass, the sound bouncing off the tiles.
I gasped and opened for him. He slid in.
“Oh, God! It hurts!”
He pushed in a few inches. My mouth opened on a silent scream. As my body bucked, his hands wrapped around my wrists, anchoring me in place. His feet kicked at mine, opening my legs as wide as possible and forcing my hips further back onto his cock. “Is my baby going to be a good girl and take my cock up her ass?”
Fuck, I loved when he talked dirty like this. It made me want to promise him anything, which was why I moaned yes.
“Good girl.”
He pushed in deeper. I rose up on my toes but couldn’t escape the unbearable pressure as he thrust inside me, breaking through my body’s resistance. I cried out.
“Hold on, baby. Almost there,” he breathed as he pushed in the final two inches. His hips cradled my ass as his chest met flush with my back. I couldn’t believe he’d fit his entire cock inside of me. The pressure and full feeling was overwhelming. It was as if my body was no longer my own but fused with his. He stayed still, allowing my body to relax and adjust to his thick shaft piercing my flesh. He kissed my shoulder then scraped his teeth along the delicate skin of my throat.
“Say it, krasotka. Say it for me. I want to hear you beg for it.”
There was just something so deliciously filthy about him making me ask for my own punishing pleasure. “Fuck my ass, Vaska.”
He shifted slightly but stopped. “What do you say?” he teased.
“Please! Please, fuck my ass!”
He chuckled. “Whatever my baby wants.”
He pulled out almost to the head, then thrust back in. My body rocked forward till my cheek rested against the tile. If it weren’t for his hands around my wrists, I would have fallen into a puddle onto the floor of the tub. He pounded into me, not even breaking rhythm when I cried out from a sharp stab of pain from him going too fast or too deep.
One of his hands released my wrist and cupped my breast. He pinched my nipple before moving between my legs to tease and taunt my clit. “Come for me. I want you to come as I make your ass mine.”
As with everything else, I did as he commanded. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I forgot to breathe. Hot waves of pleasure crested over every inch of my body till my bones melted.
He pumped into my ass a few more times before pulling out and coming onto my back. The rest of the shower was a blur as he washed us both off then wrapped me in a warm fluffy towel. As he dried me off, our apartment buzzer rang.
He smiled. “Good, the food is here. I really need to feed you before I fuck you again.”
Again? Seriously?
He wasn’t human.
He really was Spike, an immortal arrogant vampire male with an insatiable sexual appetite. I was living inside my own fucked-up episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Chapter 14
Mary
“I don’t understand. Where did the body go?” asked Vaska.
I laughed. We were sitting on the sofa. I was in my favorite Buffy t-shirt and leopard tights. Vaska had tossed his jeans back on but kept his shirt off. So of course he looked sexier than any man had a right to. We were eating the Italian to-go food straight out of the containers.
“The bodies just kind of disappear in this haze of black sand and smoke,” I explained. I was introducing Vaska to the best show ever made.
He smirked. “Must be nice. Killing is easy. It’s disposing of the body that’s a pain in the ass.”
I paused halfway to my mouth with a piece of fried calamari suspended from a fork. “Can we just pretend you said that from an observational point of view and not from a real-life one?”
“I’m just saying maybe this vampire slayer little girl would not be so effective if she had to cart all these heavy vampire bodies away to the middle of the desert at the end of every episode. Or worse if she had to cut them up and—”
“Stop!” I pleaded. Shaking my head, I poured myself another tequila shot. I was not ready to have the guess-what-I’m-a-big-badass-criminal conversation with him just yet.
He poured himself a vodka shot from his flask. “Are you sure you don’t want to try it again?”
“I don’t care what you say. That gasoline swill you call vodka is an abomination to mankind.”
“Blasphemy! Moskovskaya is the best vodka in Russia. And better than that cheap shit you are drinking,” he objected.
I pretended to hug the Jose Cuervo bottle to my chest. “Don’t you talk like that about Jose. I’ll have you know we’ve been in a very long-term, committed relationship and I love him.”
Vaska gave me a smoldering look. “I didn’t know it was possible to be jealous of a bottle.”
Swoon.
“It’s not fair that you can practically recite a grocery list and it would still sound sexy,” I pouted.
His brow furrowed. “What?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please.” Then in a deep, fake-Russian accent, I said, “Oi deent know eet vus posseeble to be jeelous of a bootle.”
Vaska playfully snatched me up around the middle and pulled me onto his lap. “I see what you mean.” Then he kissed me.
I wiggled off his lap. “Oh, no, you don’t! This is the first decent meal I’ve had in a week and if I let you fuck me one more time, I won’t be able to walk for a week.”
He stroked my cheek, then winked. “A week with you in my bed, unable to run away. Sounds good to me.”
Swoon again.
Damn him.
Changing the subject, I nodded toward the television. “Are you going to watch this or not?”
He sat up. “Oh, yes, I’ll like this scene. It has the blond vampire in it.”
Spike. Wouldn’t it just figure that he would be his favorite character?
I woke up the next morning cuddled in Vaska’s arms. I didn’t even remember going to bed. I think I must have fallen asleep in his arms on the sofa. I had a vague memory of him carrying me to bed. It was startling to realize he had stayed. I would have assumed he’d have snuck off to his own place since I’d said I was too sore to have sex again.
A small part of my heart wondered if he’d stayed despite there not being a promise of more sex because he liked me and wanted to be with me, but my brain told it to shut up. Before my heart could object, I noticed the time. “Fuck! I’m going to be late for class.”