Chapter Four

Passions Ignite (NC-17)

The low hum of the radio played over the speakers as the patrons started to leave the Whiskey. Buffy and Angel were sitting next to each other talking quietly. “So how did you get to be so knowledgeable about cars?” He asked her.

“When I was young most of my friends were either auto or motorcycle mechanics and I pretty much hung out with them and picked stuff up here and there.” She laughed and it was music to Angel’s ears “Actually they kind of drilled it into me.”

“Your Cuda is cherry you must’ve paid a fortune for it.”

“Actually I paid shit for it. It was a basket case in my buddy’s yard and I bought it from him for $1000 bucks then restored it.” She took a swig of beer while Angel looked at her in surprise.

“You mean your friends restored it for you?” Surely that had to be the right answer.

“No I mean I restored it myself. Well some friends helped me out here and there, you know body work and stuff, but I pretty much did it myself.”

Angel was awed he knew how much hard work, time and money it took to restore a classic car and for her to do it alone was very impressive.

“Wow I’m speechless! I mean no offense but you’re a girl.” OK that sounded stupid why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut instead of insulting her.

But Buffy just laughed and put her hand on his thigh and squeezed “It’s ok your not insulting me I’ve heard it all before.”

Angel just couldn’t believe that he was sitting here at the Whiskey at three o’clock in the morning talking to her. She was everything he had always dreamed she would be and he couldn’t help but envision how the night would end.

Buffy was thinking the same thing of Angel. She was totally hot for him and the more she talked to him the more she saw that he was really a decent guy. Plus it didn’t hurt that they had a lot of the same interests.

Faith and Spike sat at the opposite end of the bar quietly conspiring together. Spike nodded to the door and Faith grabbed her coat and Spike’s hand. “B I’m splitting I’ll see ya tomorrow!” “Ya ah.” Buffy answered. Faith rolled her eyes.

“Peaches I’ll catch you later” Spike called over his shoulder a smirk playing on his handsome face. Angel’s only reply was a shake of his head.

“I told you those two would hit it off!” Spike said proudly as he walked out of the Whiskey with his arm around Faith.

As the doors closed behind them, Buffy slowly got off the stool she was sitting in and stepped up in between Angel’s legs laying her hands on his thighs “Dance with me?” she asked with a smile on her face. Angel spellbound by her beauty didn’t stop to think that he couldn’t dance instead he just shook his head yes.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. His every fantasy for the past eight months was right in front of him and she wanted to dance. Wait did she say? Dance?

“Ah Buffy…” he stammered out. “Yeah?” Buffy said as she made her way to the radio. He was embarrassed to admit it especially to her but he figured it was better to tell her now before he cripples her. “Ah, ahem…I can’t dance.”

Buffy looked at him “oh…” then she seductively smiled at him “Well that’s ok I’ll dance and you can watch.” She then turned toward the radio fiddling with the dial looking for just the right song.

Angel stood stone still unable to believe his ears. She’ll dance and I get too watch? This night couldn’t get any better.

Finally coming over the speakers was the smooth sound of Santana “Oh, Samba Pa Ti…I love this song!” She remembered when she first started taking her samba lessons that this was one of her favorite songs.

She turned the volume up and the sultry guitar notes started to play. The rhythm was smooth and Buffy closed her eyes and let the music take hold of her body.

She slowly started moving her hips swinging them back and forth in a rhythm as old as time. She leaned her head back and slowly moved her arms up and then slowly brought them down caressing her hair and face, all the while her backside was to Angel who was watching every move she made like a predator getting ready for the kill.

She backed away from the radio and moved toward the center of the room and slowly turned around to face him. As the pace quickened her body flowed with it. Her hands trailed down her body to her legs and then slowly she moved them back up. She stopped at her skirt and grabbed the hem and slowly waved it back and forth inching it higher teasing him with a glimpse of the tops of her thighs. She dropped her skirt and glided her hands over her stomach moving them side-to-side. Her hands then traveled up to her breasts, stroking and squeezing them, pushing them up and out of her corset in the process.

She lifted her head and opened her eyes to see Angel right in front of her eyes black with passion. He lifted his hands and set them on her waist pulling her flush against him all the while keeping pace with the song. They moved together to the music, legs brushing legs, skin on skin, no words were spoken only the sound of the music and their mingled breath could be heard.

Her teasing was too much for Angel. He roughly grabbed her by the back of the head and lowered his mouth on to hers. She opened for him and their tongues began a duel of dominance neither one wanting to give into the other.

They moved backwards until the back of her knees hit the stage and she fell hard her back landing with a thud on the stage. She didn’t feel the pain only the wonderful feeling of his hard body landing on top of hers.

His lips descended on her neck licking and sucking every inch of her skin. She was moaning almost as loudly as the music was playing. Her fingers that had found their way under his shirt were digging into his naked back, pressing his body closer into hers.

He lifted his head for a moment to take his shirt off and she took the opportunity to rip hers off. He raised his eyebrows at her actions but didn’t complain because now she was bare before. The most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen, breasts that he’d been dreaming about forever.

He lowered his head and latched onto a nipple sucking it hard. His hand traveled under skirt squeezing her strong legs then moved higher still until he reached the apex of her thighs. Her thong was soaking wet and he moaned into her breast while she pulled his pants and boxers down with one quick jerk. And finally the Beast was free.

Buffy grabbed a hold of his cock and started to move her hand up and down his shaft, marveling at the size of him and wondering if you would rip her in two.

“Yes!” was his answer to that maneuver. Happy with the reaction she got she squeezed him harder and started to move faster, circling the head and spreading his pre cum down his shaft and onto his balls.

He was lost in the feeling of her strong hold on his cock. Ripping her thong off he touched her sopping lips, wanting her to experience the same pleasure that he was. His slicked fingers easily slid into her tight opening. She bucked into him wanting more. And he obliged by entered another finger, and then another. All he felt was the heat from her panting breath in his ear and the pounding of her heart as she pushed back into his hand, wanting even more.

It was just too much for Angel who ripped her hand away from his dick and in one shot rammed into her to the hilt. She was so small and tight, and he was pretty big so he stopped giving her time to adjust to his size. But she felt so good, so hot and wet; he didn’t know if he could hold back for long.

The minute he was inside her she gasped and a sigh escaped her lips. She closed her eyes she had never felt anything as amazing as this. He was so big and he filled her completely. Her body was on fire from pain or pleasure she didn’t know she only knew that the feelings were so intense that they rippled throughout her entire being.

She opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brow was furrowed and sweat dripped down his check. He had this intense look of concentration on his handsome face. She lifted her hand and caressed his forehead letting him know that she was ready, that she needed to feel the glorious friction that only he could give her.

At her touch on his face he opened his eyes and looked into the deep green eyes staring back into his. He slowly started to move, pulling out and pushing back in, rotating his hips so that he hit her clit with every motion.

She was lost in the pleasure that he weaved around her, through her. She rocked her hips back into his, keeping in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts. Their pace started to get faster more urgent as their combined moans of pleasure echoed off the walls of the deserted club.

Angel felt his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum. He moved his hand down to her clit and pinched her swollen bud and Buffy exploded. Her back arched and she pushed back into him pushing him further into her tight channel as she came. Angel couldn’t hold back anymore and he shot his seed deep inside of her screaming her name.

Exhausted he dropped his sweaty head on her chest holding her tight against him while he tried to control the emotions that were running through him.

Buffy wasn’t faring any better after the stars receded, she took deep breaths trying to calm her racing heart that felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Her arms were wrapped around him and she cradled his head between her breasts playing with his hair.

Angel stirred and looked up at her, her face was flushed, she had a very satisfied smirk on her lips, and tiny droplets of sweat were rolling down her check. He couldn’t resist he leaned in and licked it up savoring the taste of her.

The feeling of his tongue on her check licking the sweat off seemed so erotic, so personal, that it aroused her passions again. She moaned and squeezed her inner muscles clamping down on his cock, which still lay inside her.

He felt his cock respond to the pressure she was applying and felt himself starting to get hard again he moaned pulling out of her tight heat. She whimpered at the loss but then was comforted by his hair tickling her inner thighs and his cool tongue lightly licking her outer lips.

Angel had wanted to taste her since he first saw her. He always wondered how she would taste and now he knew, vanilla and strawberries, it was the sweetest of juices. He started to ravish her, licking and sucking every delectable inch then he pushed his tongue inside and started to fuck her.

“Oh God…Angel!” She was writhing on the stage and he held her hips steady as he continued his assault. He showed no mercy his only goal was to give her pleasure and take his own. She grabbed his head and pushed him further into her pussy. Shouting his name as a blinding light exploded behind her eyes as she came again, her body convulsing with the intense throbbing of her orgasm.

He stood up and before she could get her bearings he grabbed her by the hips stood her up and turned her around pressing her into the stage. He took his cock and slipped it in between her legs rubbing it against her wet clit then he pushed forward and was once again inside of her welcoming body.

He didn’t wait this time he started moving right away needing the friction needing to feel her everywhere. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up and against his chest pulling on her nipples, panting in her ear.

Buffy was on the edge of a rim ready to explode once again “Oh God Angel I’m going to cum!” “Yes baby cum for me.” With one final thrust they came together screaming at the same time.

Buffy leaned down on the stage resting her hot head on the cool floor trying to catch her breath. Angel still inside of her couldn’t believe that he came that hard two times in a short period of a time.

He pulled out of her and flipped her so she was laying with her back on the stage. He rested his body fully on top of hers feeling every vibration that rocked her body against his.

She shock violently in the aftermath of her orgasm, her body tingling with the most intense sensation she had ever felt. When she finally opened her eyes she was staring at the ceiling desperately trying to figure out what had just happened.

Before in New York her only lover was Parker and the times that they had made love were ok but at the time she had nothing to compare it to. Since she moved here she had had a few lovers and she always thought that they were pretty good lays, at least better then Parker ever was. But now she didn’t know what to think because nothing had ever felt like this, no one had ever made her feel so complete, so on fire; no one had ever made the stars sparkle behind her eyes.

Trying to sort out her emotions she hugged him tighter to her. Angel with his eyes closed pressed further into her breasts breathing in their mingled scents of sweat and lovemaking. He wasn’t sure where to go after this he just knew that he didn’t want to let her go tonight.

“Come home with me?” He asked, kissing the side of her breast. Buffy who never took her eyes of the spot in the ceiling that now seemed to fascinate her, didn’t know how to answer.

Since moving here her motto was always love them and leave them. Break it off before any attachments were made both by her and her partner. It was safer that way, better for everyone.

But for some reason, that she couldn’t quit put her finger on, she didn’t want to leave him and go home alone to an empty apartment. She justified it by telling herself that it was just the incredible sex and how she never had it so good. That’s what it was, she thought. So it would be okay to go home with him. Why not? She could have a night of passion with this amazing man and then go home tomorrow morning. No harm, right? She could do that!

She lifted her head and ran it through his hair “Okay let me just go to the bathroom and get cleaned up.” She went to get up but was stopped by his weight still pressing her in to the stage. She giggled, “Angel you have to get off me” pushing on his shoulders to move him.

Angel sighed he didn’t want to let her go even if it was just for a few minutes. But reluctantly he got up took her hand and helped her up. He stopped her before she could go any further by softly touching her face then he leaned in and kissed her ever so gently on the lips.

Buffy’s head started spinning again, the kiss so gentle compared to the brutality of their joining just minutes ago, nearly undoing her. She smiled into his eyes, then grabbed her scattered clothes and made her way to the bathroom.

**

They had decided to leave Angel’s car at the Whiskey and took Buffy’s Cuda instead. Buffy true to her word let Angel drive while she groped at him from the passenger seat.

They arrived at Angel’s house entering the door kissing and fondling each other. Buffy jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist as she kissed him hard, running her fingers through his hair. Angel quickly divested her of the torn shirt she had hastily put on before they left the bar and pushed her skirt up as she worked to unzip his pants.

She finally freed The Beast and positioned him at her entrance. She pushed down and smiled at the intense pleasure of him entering her. She was so excited and wanted him so much that she couldn’t control herself. Holding on to his shoulders for support, she lifted herself up and slammed back down on him so hard and fast that he lost his balance and fell backwards on to the floor.

“Umpf” they landed hard on the floor but Buffy didn’t stop she sat up astride him laid her hands on his chest and started a motion as old as time. Angel watching the play of emotions on her face grabbed her hips and lifted her so just the head of his cock was inside of her. Buffy wanting nothing more then to impale herself on him again started whimpering when he just held her there staring into her eyes.

She opened her eyes and looked at him pleading with him to let her move “Angel…please” He held her there for just another second before releasing her hips and she slammed down again so deep that she could feel his cock touching her womb.

“Aghh God Angel, so good, so fucking good!” She was moaning her head rolling back and forth, her fingers digging into his chest drew blood and she kept her pace up riding him harder and faster.

Angel watched mesmerized. He held himself back because he wanted her to cum first before he did. She was close he could feel it so he reached down and pinched her clit and she exploded. Her head thrown back, nails digging even further into his chest, her back arched so tensely he thought she would snap. “Annggggeelllll yes, yes, yes!

He grabbed her and rolled her over so she was underneath him and started to pound into her wet and welcoming heat. “Harder Angel, more please more” he was like a crazed animal rutting away into his mate. The force at which he slammed into her again, again was so powerful that he was surprised she didn’t break into two. She was so slight of frame but she took it and loved every minute of it calling his name begging for more, harder, faster and not to stop.

God she felt so good so right. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as her legs clamped tighter around his waist and she squeezed her inner muscles. It felt like she was going to rip his dick off. It felt so perfect he came with a force that he had never experienced before. He shot his seed into her and his body convulsed his heart racing away. He thought he was going to die – and if he was going to die, let it be in the arms of Buffy Summers.

**

After their romp on the hallway floor they had finally made it to the bedroom. Angel brought up chocolate and peanut butter and Buffy’s favorite, Mint Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream. They feed each other nibbling on each other’s lips and giggling like a bunch of idiots.

“What’s the tattoo on your back mean?” Angel asked. He had seen the intricate design that looked like a mix of a demon and letters and he wondered what it meant.

Buffy tensed when he asked and avoided his eyes “It’s nothing, just a tattoo.” He knew she was lying. He gently tugged on her chin to bring her eyes back to his.

“Buffy I know a tattoo like that isn’t just nothing.” He knew it meant something and he wanted to know what.

Buffy looked at him and answered his question with her own “Well what does yours mean?”

He wasn’t expecting that, even though he knew to always be alert for anything “The Gryphon protects and the A is for my name.”

Leaning against him she asked in between licks of her ice cream “Is Angel your real name?”

Angel shook his head “No its Angelus but only my Uncle calls me that.”

Buffy pressed herself further into his chest “Angelus mmm I like it…sounds… dangerous.” She purred as her ice cream dripped onto his chest. She leaned down and licked it off then licked her way up to his nipple where she rolled it around her tongue.

“Vixen!” He rolled her under him and made love to her again amongst the candy bar wrappers and ice cream that was now in the sheets and on their bodies.

It was just before he fell asleep that he realized she never answered his question.

**

It was 8AM when Buffy woke up. She was on her side facing Angel, who was on his stomach facing her with his arm thrown around her waist. She reached her hand out and lightly traced the tattoo that was on his shoulder. She had never seen anything look so beautiful. The Gryphon perched so proudly on his shoulder like he was his guardian angel. She had tasted that tattoo many times during the course of the night and found herself licking her lips at the memory.

She watched him sleep wondering who this man was. She lost track of how many times they made love last night but she knew it was the most incredible night she had ever had in her live.

He had been so gentle with her, touching her like she was made out of glass, making her feel like she was being worshipped. Then she would make a certain noise or bite his shoulder and his manner changed, becoming more like a possessed animal, savagely taking her again and again and she loved it. She loved the mixed reactions she got from him and the way it made her feel, powerful and dominated at the same time.

Warning bells went off in her head and her eyes bulged wide as she suddenly realized that this was bad. This would give her nothing but trouble and heartache. This man could easily worm his way into her cold dead heart, breath life into it once again then tear it to shreds in his wake.

She was afraid, afraid that it was already too late, as she felt the beginnings of a crack in the wall that she had built around her heart. She had to get out of here before it was too late.

She gently lifted his arm from around her waist and laid it on the bed, he grumbled but continued to sleep. She silently made her way to the bathroom and got dressed. She took out a piece of paper from her pocketbook and wrote him a brief note.

She crept back out into the bedroom where Angel was still asleep she placed the note on the nightstand, took one last look at the beautiful man on the bed and left.

Chapter Five