Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK or its characters. I am not making any money from this or any of my CHUCK stories.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Notes: Thanks again for the ratings and reviews. I especially appreciate the reviews. Thank you for the constructive criticism and advice. I'm very grateful to all of you. :-)
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK and I'm not making money from this story.

I stood up from the couch and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, hoisting it between us. “Are you serious about this bottle being finished by the end of the night?” I asked, feeling a little reckless. Then again, I felt like I could be a little foolish and devil-may-care with Chuck. He was safe. This was safe.
   In spite of being a little foolish.
   “If you’re game, I am.”
   That seemed to be his answer for a lot of things where we were concerned.
   I gnawed on my cheek for a moment, then grinned, lifting the bottle up to my lips and taking a long swig, wincing as it went down just as smooth, but God, it was still so strong. “Thought I’d ask before I put my lips all over it.”
   The innuendo wasn’t lost on either of us, and Chuck even made a face that made me giggle. Then he took the bottle from me and took his own long swig, even gulping a little. He let out a long, “Ahhhh” and shook his head. I watched as a chill went over him and he blinked a few times. “Shit, that’s good.”
   “It really is amazing whiskey.”
   “It is.” He took another drink and handed it back to me, so that I could take one more, too. I started feeling that happy buzz that made my fingers feel a little tingly.
   And I was tingling between my legs, too. Both from the sensations of Chuck eating me out before and the whiskey starting to have its effect over me.
   Then I reached down for his hand. He put his hand in my smaller one and I tugged him to sit up. He swung his legs around and planted them on the floor in front of his couch, his questioning look becoming a giddy grin as I wrinkled my nose with a smirk and crawled into his lap, straddling him.
   “Do me a favor?” I asked, leaning in to kiss him hotly. He responded in kind, putting his large hand on the back of my neck and licking along my lip with his tongue. When I pulled back with a smack, I bit back a whimper. He was such a good kisser. I thought in that moment that I could potentially kiss him forever.
   “Anything,” he said, and in spite of the small smirk he flashed me, I could see in every fibre of his being that he was totally sincere. It lit a flame in my lower belly. God, since when did sweet guys become my biggest turn on? This was never a thing before.
   “Don’t move, don’t touch,” I said quietly, my lips brushing teasingly against his as I used my knees to lift myself off of his lap, reaching down to take his cock in my fingers and situating it at my opening, hunching forward a little so that our noses brushed. “Just let me take you for a ride,” I finished in a whisper.
   Chuck’s eyes nearly crossed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t seem capable of responding with his voice, so he just nodded a bit desperately.
   Feeling a little desperate myself, I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft and let my head fall back, staring at his ceiling. “Ohhhh God,” I breathed.
   He looked down at where we were joined and groaned, before reaching back to plant his palms against the cushion. This was his way of making sure he didn’t get lost in the sex and reach up and touch me or something, I knew.
   I started bouncing on his cock. Slowly at first, making sure he went deep enough, and I put my hands on his shoulders for leverage. After a bit of time, I moved my hands to the back of the couch, held on, and started gyrating back and forth. Chuck just watched, making faces that made me so wet.
   I lowered my hand to his chest and tweaked his nipple between my fingers. He chuckled breathlessly, giving me a look that very clearly read, “Naughty girl”…I wanted to be the girl that really deserved that look suddenly, so I stopped gyrating, instead pushing my hips as hard into his as I could and leaning back. I reached behind me, straining, until I could get my fingers around the neck of the bottle.
   And then I straightened again, the whiskey clutched in my fist. I took another drink and swallowed quickly, letting out a soft grunt of satisfaction. Chuck took the bottle and drank, too. When he handed it back to me, I decided it might be a little too much trouble to put it on the table, so I just held it and started rocking in his lap again. “Fuck yes,” I said through gritted teeth, pressing my forehead to his. “Oh, fuck yeah. Chuck, talk to me,” I whimpered.
   He looked a little lost for words for a moment, and I thought he was perfectly content with just sitting back and watching me do the work, like I’d meant for him to.
   But then he licked his lips and let out a soft, “Ahhh yes…Sarah, yes!”
   “Talk to me,” I repeated.
   Chuck’s teeth clamped down on his bottom lip and then he raised his eyes to mine, those amber depths flashing deliciously in lust. “Ride me,” he ground out. “Ride me hard, Sarah…”
   I nearly thought that’d be the end of that, which was fine since it got me pretty wet, but then he continued.
   “Use me,” he growled. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
   That made me gasp. “God damn, that was so dirty,” I panted.   His eyes bugged out and he blushed—which was hilarious to me because we were literally in the process of fucking. “You asked me to say stuff,” he rushed out.
   I laughed and stopped moving, cupping his face with one hand. “Chuck, I like it. I like your dirty talk.”
   “Oh.” He blinked. “In that case…” A look of mischief crossed his features and he leaned forward to press his lips to my ear. “Fuck me with that pussy.”
   Holy shit. That went right to my crotch like a bolt of lightning. Still holding the whiskey, I pressed my free hand to his chest and sank as tightly against his lap as physically possible, my hips bucking in quick, tight thrusts. “Like this?” I said through my teeth.
   “Oh fuck yeah. Take that cock.”
   “Oh shit! Your cock is so good!” I gasped, bucking even harder.
   He cursed loudly and then gasped, letting his head fall back. “You’re so hot.” He took a deep breath and I saw his fingers clutch at the couch upholstery desperately. And then he looked back at me again and clenched his jaw. He almost looked dangerous and it was ridiculous how sexy that was to me. “You like how my cock fills you up?” he growled.
   “Oh yeah,” I breathed.
   “Oh yeah what?”
   “You fill me up so good,” I whimpered. It felt like my orgasm was nowhere in sight, and as good as it felt to ride the hell out of Chuck, I wanted that special sensation. I thought maybe another swig of whiskey would help, so I took one and he reached up to grab the bottle out of my hands, sitting up straighter so that he could drink some as well.
   He held the bottle and lifted his arms up to prop them on the back of the couch, seeming content finally to just look down and watch as I bucked in his lap. He groaned and clenched his jaw. “You’re so wet,” he grumbled.
   Maybe it was the alcohol or something, but I stopped caring about whether or not I was being greedy. I wanted to climax.
   So I grabbed Chuck’s shoulder tightly in one hand and dropped my other down my front, dragging my fingers down my abdomen and belly button slowly for his benefit, since his caramel gaze was fastened there. And then I slipped two fingers over my clit, starting to rub it slowly as I gyrated against him, his cock buried inside of me.
   As I started speeding up a little, clenching my ass with each thrust, I began to rub my clit harder, faster.
   “Ohhh God, this is amazing,” he panted with a whimper.
   “You like this, huh?” I gasped. “You like me using your cock?”
   “Use it,” he growled. “Oh fuck, use my cock.”
   My climax began to mount then as I worked to get myself off, using my fingers on my clit and grinding on his cock. Finally, I felt myself on the edge and I slowed down, thrusting long and hard. When I orgasmed, my shoulders hunched forward and I pressed my forehead against his, my mouth opening wide in a silent scream of ecstasy.
   He rocked his hips up against mine a few times when I stopped moving, making sure to continue the delicious spasms of my climax. “Ahhhhh.” I panted his name and thrust to meet him, finally feeling my orgasm begin to ebb. “Oh my God, that was so good,” I breathed. “Oohh shit.”
   Chuck finally lowered his arms from the back of the couch and held up the bottle. “Want some more?” he asked.
   I giggled lustily and sat up in his lap, squirming a little on his cock and murmuring happily at the feeling of it rubbing against my inner walls. And then I took the bottle and took another drink. “Not gonna lie, I’m feeling it,” I admitted, licking my lips after I swallowed the whiskey.
   “Mmmm me too.”
   “I like it. It’s different.”
   “The whiskey? Or the alcohol sex?”
   I laughed. “Alcohol sex. I don’t do this usually. But I like it.”
   “I don’t do it, either, but I don’t really know why now.”
   I leaned in to kiss him slowly. It lasted for awhile and his free hand started exploring. I felt him stroke lightly against my thigh, then teasing my lower stomach, and sliding his fingers around until he could squeeze my ass. I moaned and giggled into the kiss, smiling and cupping his jaw in both hands.
   The tingle began between my legs again, and I gently nudged him with my hips to let him know I was ready.
   But instead of acting on it, he just kept kissing me, stroking and squeezing me.
   Suddenly he scooted forward on the couch cushion until he was propped on the edge, and he leaned to put the whiskey back, still kissing me, until he pulled his lips away from mine and hunched low to take my breast in his mouth. I gasped as his tongue flicked my nipple.
   And then he gently tilted me so that I was lying back on his thighs. I held onto the coffee table behind me as he spread his legs, and I shifted mine so that they were stretched out and pressed against the couch back instead of folded at his hips. He clutched my hips tightly and started tugging me against him to meet his quick, hard thrusts.
   Our groins slapped wetly as we fucked.
   My head fell back as I moaned, completely void of any control, the exact opposite of what had just been happening before when I rode him to completion while forcing him to watch instead of participate.
   And then I yelped in surprise as he stood up from the couch and moved me until I laid on the coffee table. And then he knelt over me, taking my hands and forcing them to hold onto the edge of the table by my hips. As he reached up and held onto the edge of the table by my head, he started thrusting into me so roughly that I grunted with each stroke, my face twisting in awe.
   His arm muscles were bulging on either side of my face as he fucked me, his movements so powerful, his features so determined and serious, his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring. And God but his eyes were so damn dark, swirling in lust.
   The coffee table, which had seemed sturdy enough before, made a soft cracking sound, and for a terrifying second, I thought the legs would buckle under our weight and I’d end up on the ground in a pile of wood with Chuck on top of me. But the table withstood the assault, in spite of the continued cracking and popping, in spite of Chuck’s powerful thrusts.
   When I came this time, he came with me. It was overwhelmingly fantastic to feel his hot seed fill me as the walls of my vagina clenched around his cock. And the sounds we both made—mine a deep moan and his a desperate whimper—would have made me giggle if I wasn’t so entrenched in the ecstasy of our orgasms.
   “Oh my God,” he groaned into my hair. His hand moving down to cup my breast and massage it a little so that I hummed in pleasure and giggled.
   “We just finished together,” I panted.
   “And the Heavens opened up and the Lord said—”
   I didn’t let him finish, or if he did finish, I was laughing too hard to hear it. I wrapped my legs around him and just clung, laughing. “You’re honestly the biggest dweeb I’ve ever met,” I finished, still in a fit of giggles.
   He chuckled, gently removing his cock from me and sliding down to his knees so that I had to lean up on my elbows on the table to look at him. He gave my tit another squeeze and kissed my belly.
   “Mmmm and the hottest dweeb.”
   Chuck finally climbed up to his feet and laughed. “Uhhh I’m not entirely sure if that’s saying much. How many hot dweebs have you met, exactly?”
   “Touché.” I giggled.
   I scrounged around for my lingerie and put it back on as he tugged his boxers back up his legs. It took some effort, however, for me to do even that much, because the whiskey had absolutely been doing its job.
   Maybe if I’d been sober, I would have finished dressing, grabbed my purse, given him a kiss goodnight and split. That was what I usually did after our sessions. Or he got dressed and left my place.
   But I wasn’t sober. Not even a little bit. So instead I padded over to the window behind his dining table and peeked out of the drapes at the Los Angeles streets below. “S’weird being off duty,” I said, surprising myself. But I didn’t quite have the mental wherewithal to stop myself from continuing as I turned to look back at him.
   He leaned against the back of the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. He still looked a little winded, but incredibly satisfied. I basked in the knowledge that I was the one who’d satisfied him. And in a slightly drunken haze, I made a silent vow that I wasn’t done with him yet.
   “It’s just one of those things that happens when you’re in law enforcement, maybe. But whenever I’m off duty, I think about all of the crimes that are happening out there, all of the people being hurt or something, and it’s just…I don’t know if I’m making sense. I’m a little…not sober.”
   Chuck let out a soft laugh that made me feel warm in a strangely non-sexual way. “Neither’m I. But maybe that’s why I get what you’re saying. Our hazy brains are connecting.” He made little space gun peeeoom peeooom sounds and waved his finger back and forth between us, winking. I giggled at how cute and drunken it was. Although, knowing Chuck, he would’ve done the same thing if he wasn’t under the influence. He was a dork.
   “It’s just weird to me that there is an off duty for me. That’s not…grammatically correct. But you get it, right?”
   “I get it. There’re always gonna be criminals to stop, people to save. But just like every superhero hears at least once or twice in the duration of their movie, one person can’t save everyone all the time.”
   I smiled. “You’re right. =It still feels like I’m…” I sighed. “I talk a lot more when I drink, can you tell?” I gave off a self-deprecating huff of amusement and let the drape fall back into place, turning and leaning against the wall, crossing my arms in front of my bra in a mimicry of his current stance.
   “I like it. I like your voice.” Chuck made a face then that very clearly said What the fuck did I just say? and he shook his head. “Uh, sorry. Filter. Broken.” He pointed to his mouth.
   “Somehow you get even sweeter when your filter is broken,” I said, my voice just as warm as my heart. “Which I didn’t think was possible because you’re already super sweet.”
   “Oh yeah I’m thuper thweet,” he teased.
   “The thweetetht,” I sent back, and he let out a boyish giggle, his nose wrinkling.
   How in the hell was it possible for a man to fuck me over his coffee table like there was no tomorrow, and then two minutes later, be this damn cute. He was such an anomaly. And I felt a spark of something inside of me that made me think maybe I should change the subject. Or drag him into his bedroom to fuck him again.
   Instead I pointed over to the table. “More whiskey?”
   “Yes!” He jumped a little, and I thought maybe I’d caught him staring at me or daydreaming or something. He was blushing a bit as he rushed around the couch, stumbling into the arm at first and letting out a soft “ouch!” before coming back and standing before me with the bottle. “I figure, uh, that we’re pretty much shirking th’whole um…the glasses.”
   The tumblers sat unattended where we’d left them.
   I smirked. “We don’t need no stinkin’ glasses.”
   His face melted and I thought for a second he was going to groan. I was even ready for it, my body buzzing as I waited. But instead he just shook his head and let a slow smile overcome his handsome features. “Quoting Blazing Saddles is such a turn on for me. You have no idea.”
   “Mel Brooks fan?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
   “I mean, no more than the average cinephile, I suppose. It’s just that you know it, and that’s super sexy.”
   “Thuper thexthy,” I tried, and then I shook my head at myself and rolled my eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t with the whiskey.”
   “Oh I think you should,” he laughed, handing it to me. I took a swig and handed it back to him, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed while he took two big gulps. “Hot damn that’s so spicy though. God yes!”
   I laughed, then followed him with my eyes as he set the bottle on the table and turned to look over his shoulder. “Speaking of um…well no, this is actually totally unrelated to anything, I don’t know why I said that. I think I was trying to transition but this is super random and there’s no actual way to transition into it—”
   “That was kind of a transition right there, though. Technically. A bad one, a long one…but…one.” I really shouldn’t have more whiskey.
   “Thank you. You’re right. So basically I wanted to show you my record player. Since you said…I don’t remember when you said it. I’m a bit drunk. My memory is…swimming in whiskey.” I snorted and he gave me a soft, tipsy look. “You said something about liking the way older music sounds. And so I thought I would show you my record collection. They’re all pretty old and stuff. Been collecting for awhile—well, no…not…You wanna see it?”
   I nodded and he clapped his hands together once. “Follow me.”
   I did, but I was also careful to pick up the whiskey bottle without spilling it as I followed him down the hallway to his bedroom. This was where I wanted to be anyways. In the room with the bed. Almost naked.
   “I should be clear,” he said as he led me to the corner of his room opposite the window. “This collection was, um, it was started by my dad and I just…erm I unofficially inherited it all when ‘e, um, when ‘e split.”
   I noticed that he was intentionally busying himself running his fingers along the rows of records, leaning down to intently look at each one. So his father wasn’t in the picture. He “split”…meaning Chuck’s dad had ditched his family. It was obviously a touchy subject for Chuck, since he seemed not to want to belabor it too much. And I kept quiet, unable to stop myself from wondering what happened with his mother.
   “There’re lots of ‘em,” I said, instead of asking the questions I wanted to. I wasn’t that drunk.
   “Oh yeah. So many. And they’re all good. But if you want something old, I’ve got stuff from, like, the 1700s and on.”
   “Chuck, there were no records in the 1700s.”
   He laughed. “You know what I mean. Beethoven, a little Saint-Saens, some Gershwin, big band, jazz—”
   As it happened, I caught sight of a record my dad used to have back in the day. “Cream.”
   Chuck turned to raise his eyebrow. “You know Cream?”
   “Who doesn’t? Even if they don’t know Cream, they’ve heard ‘I Feel Free’ on a car commercial or something.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Am I right, though?”
   “Absolutely.”
   He gave me a seductive look as he slid the record out of the sleeve and prepared it on the player. I felt the whiskey inside of me, like it was swishing lackadaisically through my veins, filling me with a feeling of freedom that I hadn’t really ever felt before.
   Drinking alcohol had never made me feel like this. Not with any of my boyfriends, not with friends, partners, the few times I’d had drinks with Dad. This was a feeling of absolute contentment…or something. Like it didn’t matter how drunk I got, or how ridiculous I acted…I was safe here. Or something to that effect. I was safe with this person.
   I dropped my emotional and mental inhibitions, since dropping my physical ones had come so fast and easy with this man. And because I was drunk, nothing inside of me told me how bad of an idea that was. I simply didn’t care about anything except for the voice erupting in the room, singing a deep, “Bum bum bum buhdum dum…bum bum bum buhdum dum…I feel—hmmmmmmmm mmm mmm mmm mmmmm mm mmmmmmmm…”
   I grinned as he held his hands out, palms up, in a smug shrug. “I mean, you mentioned this song, so I thought I’d put it on first.”
   “Good thinking,” I said with an approving nod. And then I crumbled into a fit of giggles when he started wiggling his hips as the band kicked in. His arms wound around me and I worked to keep the neck of the bottle tight in my grip, careful not to spill on his floor. He sang against my neck and swayed us back and forth together, before pulling away, grabbing my hand and pushing me out before tugging me back in again with his chest pressed against me from behind.
   “I forgot to say something earlier.”
   “You did?” I asked, turning my face to him a little bit as he nuzzled his lips against my jaw.
   “Mmmmyes. Your underwear and bra and stuff…super sexy. I think I was too distracted trying to get it off of you so I didn’t notice it as much. But you look really really hot. Like…you should arrest yourself for being too hot wearing this…what’s it called?”
   “Lingerie?” I giggled.
   “Thaaat’s the word.”
   “If I arrest myself, who’s gonna put the handcuffs on me?”
   He groaned and I felt his hands rub the bare skin of my torso so wonderfully as he kissed my neck and pressed himself against me even tighter. I could feel the bump under his boxers against the small of my back. “Can I make a citizen’s arrest? Is that allowed? Because I’ll gladly do the honors. For my country,” he added as an afterthought.
   I barked out a one syllable “Ha!”, as amused as I was turned on by the thought of Chuck clasping handcuffs around my wrists. Though in my mind I imagined the other cuff latched onto the post of his bed while he ravaged me in ways I’d never been ravaged before.
   And then Chuck’s hand slid under the lace of my bra and held my breast tightly, before running his thumb over my nipple. I let out a breathy whimper and turned my face to capture his lips in a hot kiss.
   Just like that, we were moving and I was pressed up against his bedroom wall, my bra loosening as Chuck’s free hand unclasped it. And then his fingers were tucked into my panties and those were down at my ankles. I stepped out of them, hearing the rustle of what I assumed was him shoving his boxers out of the way.
   And that was how I got fucked from behind against the wall to Cream’s “SWLABR”.
   I still held the whiskey in my right hand. The soft thunk of the bottle meeting the wall matched the strong thrusts of Chuck’s cock into my center, and the quiet wet sounds of our juices made for the perfect song as the actual music faded to the background.
   “Fuck!” he breathed into my ear during a particularly hard thrust. I whimpered. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect.”
   I let out a breathy laugh. As much as I loved feeling him pound me into the wall, I wanted more control. I was also feeling a bit like having sex standing up probably wasn’t the best plan. My knees were getting a little wobbly.
   “Wait,” I gasped.
   Chuck stopped, his crotch pressed up against my ass, and he dropped his hands to my hips. “R’you okay? Did I hurt you?”
   Even drunk with lust and whiskey, he sounded so concerned about me. “No, no,” I panted. “Just think it’d be smart for us to do this lying down.”
   He paused. “Did you have too much to drink? We can stop.”
   “No, we fucking cannot!” I slurred a little. And he laughed uproariously at that. I smirked, a little embarrassed by my outburst. “I’m just using the last bit of my sobriety to be smart and get us over there on the bed where there’s less of a chance we kill ourselves.”
   “But I’m okay. I can hold up both of us.”
   I giggled lustily and pressed my cheek against the wall. It wasn’t lost on me that he still hadn’t pulled out. “You’re drunk, Chuck, just like I am.” He sounded like he was liable to protest, so I hurried on, “You really want to do this against the wall, don’t you?” I gave him a suspicious glance over my shoulder, smirking.
   “It’s kinda hot like this, don’t you think?” he asked.
   It really was, and I loved how it felt, too, the cold of the wall against my front and the heat of his body against my back, the way his cock ground into my front wall with each stroke. But I was afraid with the amount of alcohol that we’d had, that we wouldn’t make it to the end without tipping over. So with a bit of reluctance, I shrugged and sent him a heated look.
   “I’ll make it worth your while…” I said seductively.
   He nipped at my jaw with his teeth and sent a thrill through me. “You always do.”   And then Chuck pulled out of me and stepped back, his hands still on my hips. His touch was less sexual and more supportive, I felt. It was then that I realized I needed his hands there, because my knees did in fact wobble as I took a step away from the wall.
   I masked it as best as I could, waving towards the bed. “Get over there.”
   He laughed, going to the record player and turning “Sunshine of Your Love” up a little on the way to the bed. By the time he finished, I was already kneeling on the bed waiting. Chuck wobbled over, his erection between his legs drawing my attention.
   I almost laughed at the sloppy way he crawled onto the bed, flipping onto his back and landing with a bit of a bounce. I lifted the bottle to my lips again and drank more for some stupid reason, before offering it to him. He just smirked up at me and shook his head. “You’re crazy,” he chuckled.
   “You’re just gonna let me outdrink you then?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow down at him.
   “If I drink much more, there’ll be two of you on top of me instead of one.”
   I chuckled. “That’s kind of kinky. Like a threesome.”
   Chuck’s face clouded and I almost burst into laughter as I realized he was picturing it. “Easy tiger,” I drawled, crawling closer, my voice crackling in amusement. “Although, I wouldn’t have to worry so much about multitasking if there were two of me.”
   He groaned and grinned wildly.
   I lifted the bottle again. “You sure?”
   Chuck hesitated. “Fine. I’ll have some.”
   I punched my fist into the air and earned a laugh from him before he sat up and drank more of the whiskey, before setting it on the nightstand. There was still a quarter of the bottle left, and while I’d always considered myself a heavyweight when it came to alcohol, the amount I’d shared with him was absolutely making my head fuzzy and my lips numb.
   I still leaned down to blanket his body with mine, kissing him and somehow finding our bodies synchronizing to the slow, deep music that filled the room. As the whining guitar entered into the mix, I dragged my hands slowly down his body, before my left hand curled around his dick. I slid my fist up and down his length, careful to press my thumb against the vein that ran along the underside. He groaned and let out a long breath. “Oh Sarahhh,” he sighed.
   Crawling up to kneel over him, I shifted my body so that I sat on his thighs, his cock poking up right in front of me, and I gave him a slow and calculated hand job. It was so nice not having to stand up, but everything was getting a little hazy now.
   This was amazing. Watching his face as he witnessed the hand job, the way he puffed out his cheeks, groaned, and let his head fall back to the pillow. He was absolutely loving this, and so was I, twisting my fists around his cock and pumping gently.
   And then I shifted again, pressing his cock so that it was snug between the lips of my vagina, sliding up and down him, grinding against his shaft like it was a fireman’s pole. He watched closely, growling in pleasure.
   I was absolutely drunk by now, and I’d lost any semblance of sense or even decency. All I knew was that I needed a good hard fuck. I was safe here, sitting on Chuck’s lap. Maybe he was too drunk to take care of me if I’d had too much to drink, but I knew beyond all doubt that I was safe. Nothing bad would happen to me here. Not with him.
   With that thought firmly ensconced in my mind, I held onto his dick and started trying to find my hole. “Fuck,” I breathed in frustration as I kept missing. I just wanted him inside of me. But then his warm, gentle hand moved mine aside and he struggled for a bit, causing both of us to laugh drunkenly, before he finally was successful and I sank down on him with a pleased sigh. I cheered teasingly and earned a bark of laughter, which quickly turned into a whimpered sigh followed by a groan when I started fast and hard right off the bat.
   I jerked my hips into his over and over, rocking both of us back and forth as I dug my knees into the mattress and kept swaying, harder and harder and harder, so hard in fact that I toppled forward and had to catch myself against the headboard, which I then used for leverage to thrust with even more strength and speed.
   “Ahhh ha! Oh my God,” Chuck whimpered, laughing breathily in awe of me as I rocked so powerfully that the mattress was started to shift. The headboard thunked against Chuck’s bedroom wall repeatedly as I rode him with a drunken fury.
   Chuck put a hand on my lower back and started bucking up against me then, trying to steal the control away from me. I dropped my left hand from the headboard to grasp onto the edge of the nightstand, leaning over him as his cock rammed into my g-spot.
   “Shit!” I gasped. “Oh that’s the spot, Chuck. Right there! Unng!”
   I bounced down against him as he bucked up, and neither of us paid any mind to the raucous sounds of the bed rocking and thumping and creaking, or the music still blasting. And as the nightstand started shaking from my holding onto it, the bottle of whiskey began to wobble. Before it could tip however, Chuck swung his arm around and caught it.
   “Wai-wait! Lemme just…”
   But I was drunk and didn’t care, and I kept slapping myself into his lap over and over so that he blindly lowered his arm down to put the bottle safely on the ground before grabbing the edge of the mattress and using it to slam himself up to meet me.
   “Oh yeah!” I whimpered. “S’right! Oh fuck me,” I mumbled. “Fuck, I’m cmming,” I whispered, my words losing vowels.
   Suddenly Chuck swung me onto the bed so that I was underneath him and he knelt with his legs tucked under his body. He fixed my legs so that they splayed out behind him, and he grabbed my hips, yanking me into his thrusts. I cried out and grabbed onto the headboard, digging my heels into the mattress behind him and bucking wildly.
   I didn’t know what rhythm even was at that moment. I just knew I wanted to climax. I probably wouldn’t until I got my control back. And maybe that wasn’t true, but that was what I thought at the time.
   So I pushed myself to sit up, straddling his lap and I gasped his name, slowing things down a little and kissing him languidly. I pulled him out of me, then, trying my best to meet his brown gaze, but it was hard. I was a little dizzy, but not so much that I was sick or needed to stop, so I shut my eyes tightly for a moment, opened them again, and knocked down the last inhibition.
   I was laying myself bare to him as I climbed up to my knees to tower over him and let him play with my breasts.
   My lower half was aching for him though, so I gently sat in his lap again, picking his cock up in my hand and stroking it admiringly. I kissed him then, lifting my hips and reaching around with my other hand to drag my fingers up and down my sex, getting as much cum as I could to coat them before fingering my own asshole, sliding as much of it inside as I could.
   Chuck was so enveloped in the kiss and the way my free hand stroked his cock that he had no idea what was happening, so that when I moved his dick to press against my asshole, he was just as shocked as I was when I lowered myself and accepted almost an inch of it.
   I pulled back, hissing through my teeth. He merely looked stricken as he stared up at me, but both of us were just drunk enough to keep it going, and I sank a little lower even, slowly letting more and more of him in.
   “Shit, that’s good,” I whimpered. “Oh yeah…”
   My voice was shaky, because this wasn’t entirely pleasant just yet. But I knew from having him finger me once before that it would be pleasant if I gave it enough of a shot. If that wasn’t true, I just wouldn’t continue. Simple as that.
   “Oh my God,” he groaned, his hands clutching my ass cheeks and pulling them apart a little.
   I braced myself on his shoulders and gasped. I was fine. I was perfectly fine. And so I gently started lifting and lowering myself, easing his cock in and out of my ass. Our cum seemed to be doing enough so far to keep us lubricated.
   And I continued like that for a little while, with his hands on my legs, and mine on his shoulders, our foreheads pressed together. I smelled the whiskey on his breath and in his sweat, and I didn’t care because I knew I smelled the same way. And God, his cock felt so good in my ass.
   I thought maybe he’d do well to hear that, though.
   So I whimpered, “I love your cock in my ass. It’s so good.”
   He merely groaned, apparently enjoying this just like I was.
   I didn’t know how long we stayed that way, with him arching himself into my ass and me bouncing, throwing my head back to cry out in ecstasy here and there.
   And when I felt his large hand give my ass a resounding slap, I opened my mouth wide, giving him an incredibly pleased look of disbelief. Fucking and slapping my ass now, he was. It was a killer combination, and with how much alcohol I’d had to drink, it was enough to make me throw caution to the wind and I started bucking against him again.
   “Shit!” he exclaimed, holding on tight as I fucked him with my asshole.
   “Almost there,” I gasped. “I’m almost there. Oh fuck me! Yes yesyesyesyes oh fuck come on yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhh!!!!” My voice cut out and I shut my eyes tightly, my face pinching as my mouth opened wide. My orgasm was incredible and I felt cum squirt out of my sex, probably all over Chuck. “Ooohh! Ohhh!” I was panting hard. “Ohhhhh God yeah.”
   I was very dizzy now, and spots were dancing in front of my eyes, but I knew he hadn’t finished. And I eased him out of my asshole only to bury him in my pussy. I bounced on him, reaching down to rub him hard around the base of his shaft. “Come on, Chuck. Come on. I want your cum in me.”
   He came a few seconds later, cursing loudly and burying his head in the juncture between my neck and shoulder.
   I didn’t know how many seconds passed, or minutes, or hours, but most likely minutes…but I soon felt Chuck ease me onto my back and there were soft sheets against my skin. “I’m dizz…hmmphh…think I drank too much,” was all I was capable of mumbling, my eyelids fluttering.
   “Just rest,” I heard him say, and I didn’t put up any fight whatsoever when unconsciousness finally slid over me and wrapped me up in its dark arms.

Notes: Thanks for reading! Let me know how you liked this! A few of you asked for anal in particular, so please do let me know if I wrote it alright. Until next update. See you all soon! -MCP
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Just A Game