So Damned Wet
eyezrthewindows
NC-17 Spike/Faith
Spike likes buses. He wakes up to a surprise, and finds a whole new level of appreciation.
Warnings for: some exhibitionism / public sex.
Beta’d by Kitty Poker
Spike had always been a loner, a rebel...all of those cliched things that made him a bad boy in the eyes of most everyone -- and got him laid in the process. He enjoyed travel and had the monetary means to do so. Daddy's trust fund was much larger than he'd thought it would be but then William Sr. had wanted him out of his hair, permanently.
He was due to inherit even more when the old bastard died but that would probably be decades from now because daddy was a stubborn old git destined to live forever.
They said evil never died. Spike believed it.
Spike went to the US and just laid low, made himself a nickname no one would laugh at. Bought black clothes, cheap and sturdy, got himself pierced, bleached his hair, and looked nothing like the fop he'd been as William Charles Sutton the third.
To look at him now you wouldn't think he was worth millions of pounds or dollars, whichever. He was filthy rich and didn't want anyone to know.
He preferred the anonymity of mediocrity. No one looked at a punk with ripped clothes too much, so long as he didn't appear threatening, anyway. No one asked to borrow money or pretended to be his friend because they didn't know a blessed thing about his background.
He'd woken up in a lot of places he couldn't remember even being in. Strange beds with strange people. Hangovers from hell and just plain old blackouts where he couldn't figure out how he'd gotten from one city to the next because he had the tendency to forget to eat properly and drink too much on an empty stomach.
Buses were his preferred mode of travel. Sure, the rides were long and tedious and not incredibly comfortable but it wasn't about that.
He loved the feel of the wind in his face, the steering wheel beneath his hands, the purr of an engine gunning as he slammed the accelerator, but he loved being driven even more.
He wouldn't hire a chauffeur. Those weren't any fun; people tended to look and remember limousines and who entered and exited them. He'd rather get transported with lots of people, get to watch said people on his journey. Perhaps pick out a shag partner for the next lay-over.
He enjoyed the company even if he didn't speak to most of them. He felt like he was on safari, without the pesky man-eating animals.
He could do anything in the back seat, his preferred spot. The bus driver couldn't see past the first few rows with that gigantic mirror of his and Spike had jerked off many times while everyone else remained oblivious and/or asleep.
He'd learned to be quiet when he wanked and his orgasms were spine meltingly delicious. Some of the best he'd ever had.
Apparently, he was a bit of a daredevil.
Of all the places and various ways he'd woken up, though, he'd never woken up on the bus with someone's hot, plump lips wrapped around his cock as they sucked him off, quite expertly at that.
If he had he might've loved the bus even more than he already did.
So when he did wake up -- in the middle of a hot sex dream involving sets of lips running around on little legs waiting to jump on his cock as he waved it at them -- with the hot lips of his dreams wrapped around him and an even hotter throat swallowing his cockhead, he nearly broke the silent demeanor he'd acquired through long, arduous hours of practice.
He gasped loudly, tensing abruptly in his seat, nails digging into the upholstery, but no one noticed. There were few on this particular bus this late at night and they were mostly toward the front.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes and immediately focused his attention on the dark head bobbing over his groin. He latched onto long, flowing tresses and yanked the mouth from him despite his desire for the suckjob to continue.
It was dark, too dark to get a good look, but he could tell it was a very fetching young girl who'd been blowing him.
Beautiful and devious. She was obviously one who took what she wanted.
He was willing to bet he'd really like her.
Her top barely covered the swell of her breasts and he could see erect nipples perking up through the thin material. Made him want to rip the shirt away and suck them into his mouth. They were probably sweet and tender.
She moistened her swollen red lips with a pretty pink tongue and eyes darker than any he'd ever seen stared him down, dilated and glassy, full of hunger and desire for him when highlighted by lights they passed.
Spike cleared his throat quietly and whispered, "Who the fuck are you and what in hell do you think you're doing?" Pause, eyebrow lift as he continued, "When the hell'd you get on this bus? Don't recall seeing you earlier..." He'd have remembered seeing such a delight, that was certain.
Husky voice scratchy from taking his cock deep (also likely from more than a few smokes every day) answered him smugly, "Got on during the last lay-over. You were out like a pretty, bleach-blond light, baby. You're hot when you sleep...even when you drool. You were hard, so fucking hard. I could see that big dick of yours pressing against your jeans and...well, I couldn't help it. I haven't had cock in a while and...yours sure is pretty. Must've been some dream you were having. Care to share?"
Sheepishly, he quickly wiped the almost dry trail of spittle from his face then arched an eyebrow incredulously. "My pecker's so nice you just had to go and suck it? I could be a murderer or something, you know."
The strange girl smiled impishly, cute little divots dimpling her cheeks. She sat in the seat beside him, short skirt hiking up shapely legs, and caressed his thigh. His cock bobbed and glistened with wetness. She leered at his crotch. "Even if you were, we're in a freakin' bus, baby. Witnesses."
Good point.
"Right. So, can I at least get a name? Before you soldier on, I mean."
She smiled slow and cat-like, white teeth flashing in the darkness, catching on highway lamps. She leaned against his arm, breasts pressing soft and full against him. Her unbound breasts were tantalizing and lush, pushing into him with each of her breaths.
"Faith. And you, stud?"
"Spike."
"Nice name. Bet I know how you got it, too," she rasped, eyeing his cock again and rubbing at it with a soft fingertip until precum bubbled from the tip.
His inhaled sharply, hips rolling into the touch. "Let's cut the chitchat. Now, Faith, in case you've forgotten I've got a bit of a problem here that you've made increasingly worse..."
They both stared down at his cock, hard and wet and jutting out from his zip, flushed with blood and leaking precum. Red lipstick was smudged over the shaft and head.
"Now that you're awake...how about you fuck me instead? Could use a good, hard ride. You look like the kinda guy who could give me what I want."
Spike inhaled sharply and his prick leaked a bit more fluid down the side. "Well, as much as I'd bloody enjoy the hell out of doing that...there's not really any--"
"Get on the floor," she said abruptly, interrupting, taking charge with little effort.
Spike arched an eyebrow. The floor was dirty and sticky and...who the hell knew what was actually on it or when it had been cleaned last.
But if he'd spoken up about his germaphobic fears she'd have laughed in his face and he wouldn't get laid.
So, he knelt with a barely concealed grimace and wedged himself into the space barely big enough for him to kneel. He was careful not to let his bare prick touch anything, held it upwards against his belly with one hand.
"All right. What's next?"
Faith moved into Spike's seat, placed one leg on the other side of him and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties under her tiny, dark denim skirt and he saw her wetness glisten in the dim light.
Christ, she was so wet. He could probably just slide right in with no trouble at all.
His dick twitched and he twisted his balls sharply to prevent the premature ejaculation that threatened.
God, he wanted it. Her.
"Got a rubber?"
Just so happened, he'd stocked up in the last motel he'd hit. Had lube too but he didn't think that would be a problem.
He reached underneath the seat she'd just vacated and grabbed a condom from his bag, slipped it on and positioned himself back in place. He stared down at her pale, shapely thighs; her neatly trimmed quim was there for the taking.
She smacked him on the head lightly so not to draw attention and hissed, "The hell are you waiting on, Spike? This ain't rocket science. Line up and stick 'im in. Fuck me and get us off. Not a lot to it. You're thinking too much. Sometimes that's hot and sometimes, like now, it really fucking isn't."
She was right. He was thinking too much and with the wrong brain for once.
The right one -- the one below his belt -- kicked in and he yanked her forward toward him, hands underneath her pert little ass.
She grinned at him in the darkness and grabbed hold of the arm and head rests to brace herself.
Her skin was soft, smooth and taut under his hands, muscles fluttering and perfectly formed beneath even more perfect flesh.
His jaw went slack as he seated himself inside her with one fluid push of his hips.
And he was right. He slid in very easily.
And it was hot and tight and wet. He barely maintained his control.
Clenching his jaws shut and staying still with hands tightly gripping her hips, he breathed through his nose.
Her inner muscles clamped down on him purposely. "What're you waiting on, sugar buns? You always make your ladies wait? Not very gentlemanly of you."
Spike snorted. "I was trying to control myself because you got me real close with that blowjob of yours and if I move right now it'll be over in about three seconds. Wouldn't be good for my reputation as a sex god if I shot early, now would it?"
Faith grinned and leaned up, clutching the back of his head. She kissed him for the first time and he tasted himself in her mouth. He groaned and leaned forward and gave back as good he got.
They were both flushed and panting when the kiss ended a few moments later.
"Well, if you fuck as good as you kiss...I think the wait'll be worth it. Now, can we get to the fuckin'?"
Spike only smirked at Faith's impatience, then pulled back as far as he could and shoved back inside slowly. He could hear the wet sounds of their fucking after only a few thrusts and wished they had some place private to do this because he'd really like to hear Faith let go with that sexy voice of hers.
He'd like to do a little yelling himself, truth be told.
He clenched his jaws together and breathed sharply through his nose as he fucked her. He could feel her insides tugging at him, could feel her getting desperate and fidgety against him. She shuddered under his grasp and shoved her pelvis into each of his thrusts.
He increased his pace and reached between them, massaging the little nub he found, hopefully to bring her over more quickly. His balls slapped her ass with soft noises.
She started to cry out and must've remembered where she was because she clamped down on her full bottom lip and wrenched one hand free of the seat she was holding onto with white knuckles to muffle her excitement.
Spike bared his teeth and continued fucking her as he twisted and rolled her clitoris between a couple of fingers; his head and backside and shoulders banged against the seat behind him. Soon he could feel her walls begin to flutter around him and he let go of the little nubbin to drag her down harder onto his dick.
He thrust hard, fast, nearing his own orgasm as she plummeted over the edge to hers. His balls tightened as she clamped down on him, climaxing around him as she ground down on his cock; her legs tightened around his hips as she jerked against him.
He gasped as he thrust into her a few more times and spilled his release; he tingled from his scalp to the soles of his feet.
He panted and sweated in the aftermath, still buried in her heat as she lay there with eyes shut, appearing uncomfortably bent into the shape of a pretzel on the seat.
He gently eased out of her, rid himself of the condom and tied it off, wondering what the hell he was going to do with it.
Shrugging, he did up his jeans as she finally unfolded herself and shifted up so he could move into her previously abandoned aisle seat.
He looked around to make sure no one had noticed anything and then reached over to the tiny bathroom and tossed the used condom into the toilet bowl, then flushed. It made a soft whooshing sound.
They sat in silence, sweating, panting and coming down from their orgasms, until Faith turned her head and looked at him with a slightly glassy-eyed stare. Her skin was flushed deep pink, sweat glistened above her upper lip.
"So, you know how to use that pretty dick of yours, Spike. I'm impressed...and real tingly in all the right places."
Spike chuckled, and mentally cursed the non-smoking policy on public transit after his hands patted empty jean pockets involuntarily for a cigarette and his silver lighter. "Yeah, well. You're not exactly half-bad yourself, cupcake."
Faith laughed. "We smell like sex, so does this seat...when the next stop comes up we gotta get the hell outa here so nobody connects us to it. I don't want to be arrested for indecent exposure or...public sex or what the fuck ever...again. It wasn't fun the first time and it don't get no better after that."
Spike stifled his amusement and merely curled his lips into a cucumber cool half grin. "You like to walk on the wild side, don't you, Faith?"
Faith smirked and slung a daintily muscled leg over Spike's right thigh. "You know it. Wanna do it again? Maybe find a hotel and fuck our brains out for a few hours? I got no place to be at the moment..."
Well, now. How could he say no to that? It wasn't as if he had anywhere to be at the moment, either.
He could always change his ticket when they reached the next destination.
Spike thumbed her bottom lip and inhaled sharply when he tongue flickered out to lick the pad. "I think, Faith, that you got yourself a deal. Wouldn't mind giving you a right good seein' to where I've got more room to maneuver and more time to learn what makes you scream."
"Yeah, 'cause practice makes perfect and all that shit. Not that you need any practice. Fuck, you damn near killed me. I'll be lucky if I can walk straight when we get out of here."
Spike smiled smugly, very pleased with himself. "Repetition is key. Think I'll repeat you a few times if you're agreeable."
Faith leaned closer and yanked him down to her mouth by his ear. Then she kissed the hell out of him.
He was dazed when she let go.
She arched a dark eyebrow, eyes glittering mischievously up at him as she thumbed his kiss-swollen lips. "Oh, I'm real agreeable, Spike. Real fucking agreeable. And you got lipstick all over your mouth. Better get rid of that or the jig'll be up before we even get a chance to hide anything."
"Oops. Didn't even think of that. Help me get it off?" he asked, reaching for one of the handkerchiefs he always kept on hand. Spike breathed in the scent of her and their combined sex smells and sighed. "How far is it to the stop off?"
Faith quickly and efficiently cleaned up her mess and shoved the lipstick stained cloth back into the little pocket she'd seen him take it from. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "No fuckin' idea, babe. I think some of my brain cells died with that orgasm."
Spike caressed the long, exposed expanse of her thigh, trailing his fingers lightly upwards until they were beneath her skirt. She sighed and moved her other leg so she was spread open for him.
He shoved two fingers into her and she bucked upwards. She was still so damned wet.
"At any rate, this'll kill some more time. Can't be too far from our destination."
Faith panted and clutched at his thigh, close to the new beginnings of arousal in his groin. "Okay. You can shut up now and get with the fingerin'. Just get me off before we get there so I can fix my clothes and composure."
"Will do, pet," Spike murmured as he began to fuck her with his fingers. The fingers of his other hand dug harshly into his jean-clad thigh and she writhed on his digits.
God, she was so. damned. wet.
---END.
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