“I won’t, because everyone deserves to be fought for Spike. Even you.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “Just fuckin’ stop makin’ me want you. I am not what you need, can’t you see that?”

“No,” I rasp, leaning in closer.

“Tom Cat, this is playin’ with fuckin’ fire. You’ll get burned.”

“I’ll risk it.”

I grip his shirt and pull him forward, and without protest he comes. His lips crash down over mine and everything inside me comes to life. I don’t give a fuck about the past, the future or what’s going to happen tomorrow. All I care about is right now, this moment, with him. He growls, reaching up and tangling his fingers into my hair. He jerks my head, bending it back so he can deepen the kiss. He sweeps his tongue through my mouth, tangling it with mine and causing ripples to run through my body. I want Spike; I want him inside me, deep and hard. It’s where he should have always been. It’s where I want him to remain.

I wrench my mouth away from his, and tangle my fingers in his shirt. “Fuck me, Spike. I want you to fuck me.”

“Tom Cat,” he growls, letting his eyes slide over me. “That ain’t a fuckin’ good idea.”

“Fuck what it ain’t, I want it, and I want it now.”

“Shit.”

I don’t let him go on; I pull him back, connecting his lips with mine again. From that moment, things suddenly become frantic. My body is pushed down onto the grass, and Spike is looming over me, his big, hard body, flush against mine. I can feel every inch of him, every delicious, firm inch. His cock pulses against my belly and his lips are all over me, running down my neck, over my jaw and occasionally stopping to engage in a deep, intense kiss that has my head spinning.

His fingers slide up my belly slowly. He slips them under my shirt and up until he finds my bra. He grips it, lifting it up to expose my breasts. He takes hold of my nipples in his thumb and forefinger and I arch, rasping out his name as he begins to roll them. He growls against my neck, and leans his head down, replacing his finger with his mouth. The warmth of his lips as he encloses them around my nipple is enough to take my breath away. I cry out, thrusting my hips up and grinding against his cock, desperate for him, desperate for release.

“Fuckin’ sweet tits babe, fuckin’ sweetest tits I ever fuckin’ put my lips on.”

I groan, thrashing my head from side to side. His free hand slips up and under my skirt, skimming his fingertips over my damp panties.

“So fuckin’ wet for me baby, so fuckin’ sweet.”

He runs his fingers up and down the silk, teasing me, taunting me. I whimper, gripping his back and taking hold of his jacket, sliding his colors off. He moves, taking his fingers from my panties to toss the jacket to the side. I grip his shirt, bringing him back down and sliding my fingers up underneath it, feeling the warmth of his firm, taut back. His skin quivers as I slide my fingers up and down, gently grazing him with my nails.

His fingers are back at my panties, and he slides them aside, sliding two fingers inside to find my damp, throbbing sex. Growling, he rubs his fingertips over my clit, causing me to jerk and cry out. God I need him. Now. Hard and fast.

“Don’t wanna wait,” I whimper. “Spike, I want to fuck you.”

“Babe, I know, hush.”

He slips one finger down, and into my pussy. I arch, stretching around him, clenching as he slides his finger out, and plunges it back in.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby, you’re so fuckin’ ready for my cock.”

“Yes,” I cry out, tilting my hips up, taking more of him.

He gently drives his fingers in and out, in and out, until I’m on the edge, until my body wants to come so badly I’m shaking.

“Look at me, Tom Cat. Watch me with those fuckin’ beautiful eyes when you come around my finger. Fuckin’ watch me.”

I stare up at him, and my vision begins to cloud as my orgasm begins, ripping through my body like wildfire. I open my mouth, and cry out hoarsely. Spike growls, never moving his eyes from mine as he gently slows his fingers, wringing out every, last shudder from my body. The moment I stop shuddering, he slips his fingers from me, and lifts them to my mouth.

“Suck them baby, show me how much you fuckin’ love the way I make you come.”

I open my mouth, and he slips his fingers inside. I wrap my lips around them, and I suck gently, swirling my tongue, tasting my own release. Spike’s eyes cloud over and he gives me a hooded expression.

“Fuck, yes...”

He slides his fingers from my mouth, and then lifts himself to his knees. He grips his jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering them. His large cock strains against his boxers, and I swallow, my heart beginning to thump as anticipation gets the better of me. So long I’ve dreamt of feeling Spike inside me again.

He grips the top of his boxers and pulls them down, and there it is...God, that cock. It’s large, throbbing and shiny. The piercings in his cock run up the entire length so when it stands on end, it looks like a lineup of bowties. Each barbell has a spike on the end, and they meet one large piercing straight through the eye of his dick. The spikes on that piecing are the biggest.

Spike runs his hands up and down his cock, and it takes me a moment to realize what he’s doing. He’s pulling off the spikes. I’ve always been curious as to how he works the piercings, but when I see him removing just the ends, I realize the spikes are just clip-ons. He runs his fingers up and down, sexily removing each spike, until all that’s left are round barbells in their place. The piercings glisten under the moonlight, and I swallow. Fuck, now I know why they would be so erotic to remove. I lick my lips thinking about being on my knees in front of him, nipping off each spike, sucking his hard length as I went. Jesus, it’s not a wonder women love it.