Spike/Angel, NC-17, season 5 Ats
Candy Good
I can’t believe it.
When I realized he had stolen my credit card, I expected him to come
back with a new car or something equally extravagant. There are more
than enough cars in the garage, but seeing how he has a tendency to
wreck them…
I certainly didn’t expect this. My apartment looks like a tornado
devastated a candy store and dumped everything in here. Wrappers on the
floor, piles of candies here and there, and I do not want to know what
I just stepped on. I’m going to kill him.
“Spike!” I bellow. “What do you think you’re…”
In a flash, out of nowhere, he is in front of me, pushing me back
against the door, his lips on mine, his tongue forcing its way…
What the hell…
There are tiny explosions in our joined mouths, fizzling and tickling,
adding to the sensations of his touch. He steps back after a few
seconds, smirking and leaving behind him a sugary taste. I open my
mouth, try to say something, recapture my anger, demand an explanation,
but then he falls to his knees, graceful as ever, looking anything but
submissive as he pulls down my pants. He doesn’t comment on the fact
that I’m hard – we both know why he’s here, even if I was ready to
wring his neck when I stepped in. I see him pop something into his
mouth, he looks up mischievously, and then this sinful mouth is on me,
tight lips pulling in the tip of my cock and sliding all the way to the
root. The fizzletickle from before is back, and I gasp in surprise. The
feeling is… incredible. Combined to Spike’s talents, it’s almost
unbearable.
Eyes closed tight, fingers tangled in his hair, I just have one thought. Candy good.