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Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Notes: I know some of you are probably more interested in the plot, but for a little bit, we're going to focus on sex. I've been exploring with my writing of smut and I wanted to give myself a playground, if you will. So. This seemed like the perfect time to do it. Hope you guys don't mind. :-)
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I was ready when he finally knocked on the door, about 10 minutes later than he’d said he would arrive.
   And I quickly stifled my amusement as I put my hand on the doorknob, having gotten an image in my mind of the look on Chuck’s face when I did what I was about to do. I couldn’t wait.   Tearing the door open, I wiped the smile off of his face by reaching out and grabbing him, yanking him in so hard he dropped his backpack, before I shut the door, turned him, and forced him against it, his cheek pressed against the wood.
   “Holy shit!” he gasped.
   I grabbed my handcuffs from my pants and quickly fastened them around his wrists, pressing my front to his back and going up on my tiptoes so that my lips were at his ear. “You’re under arrest, Chuck Bartowski,” I breathed through gritted teeth.
   “Is this ‘cause I was late? There was an accident on the road. Unavoidable,” he said, his voice kinda cute since his cheek was smashed against the door.
   “No. You’re under arrest for being a huge nerd,” I said, and I purposefully arched my groin against his hands that were cuffed behind his back.
   I saw the lust in his eyes, the way they sparkled in excitement, and he licked his lips, swallowing thickly. “Is that a crime now? Being a huge nerd?”
   I pulled him away from the door and slammed him against it again, careful not to be too rough. I didn’t want to hurt him. “Are you questioning my authority?”
   He craned his neck a little to try to meet my gaze. “What if I am?”
   The fact that I felt his words buzz between my legs said a lot about who I was as a person, probably. But since I seemed to be on the same page as my fuck buddy at the moment, I didn’t give a shit.
   I finally turned him around to face me, standing close, still holding him against the door in a grip that he wouldn’t be able to break out of. Not with me. No matter how hard he tried. His eyes fastened on my hat, the same hat I wore when I was promoted to detective a few years ago back in D.C. I kept it in my closet for posterity, even though I had a new one now. Suffice to say, I did not keep it for this reason, but God I was so glad I kept it anyway. Because the look in his eyes lit me on fire. Like I had lava in me instead of blood.
   This man was so turned on by the fact that I was a detective. And the hat alone seemed to have made the bulge in front of his pants grow. Or maybe it was the black lace lingerie I wore with the fastenings that led down to my mid-thigh stockings, and the four inch strap heels.
   “I crashed. I crashed on the way here. And then I died. I must’ve done something right, because I’m in Heaven now. This has to be Heaven. Or…if it’s Hell, then…everybody’s been so so so wrong about Hell.”
   “I’ll give you Hell, Charles.”
   He shivered, his eyelids fluttering as I made sure to say that name with a tinge of anger. “Okay, that was super hot. I don’t know how you can say it and make it sound so hot.”
   I grabbed him by his face and yanked him down for a heated kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth and earning a low growl from him. And as I pulled back, I caught his bottom lip between my teeth. He whimpered.
   “Shut up,” I snapped, unable to hide how hard I was breathing. He was just a fantastic fucking kisser. And a fantastic fucking fucker, too, so…
   Quieting my idiotic inner voice, I grabbed him by the front of his plaid button up, twisting my fist in the material and pulling him along behind me. I swung him around to stand in front of me and shoved him to sit in one of the chairs at my kitchen table. I hadn’t meant for him to smash his arms between his body and the chair back and I felt bad when he winced, but he brushed it off, still looking just as turned on if not more. At least the cuffs I was using weren’t the actual cuffs I used on real perps. These were play ones that Carina had given me as a gag gift when my transfer officially came through. Which meant they had less chafing and nice, soft edges.
   But they didn’t have that stupid pink fuzz, thank God. That would be way too much.
   However, this would be a lot more comfortable for him if I bound him properly instead of forcing his arms to be pinned uncomfortably between his body and the chair. So I opened the cuffs and moved behind him, pulling his arms back and cuffing his wrists together again on the other side of the chair back this time. Like a real prisoner.
   I quickly straddled Chuck and sat in his lap, my legs spread on either side of him. I chose a chair without arms for this reason.
   He watched me, hunger in his eyes as I pushed all of my weight against the bulge in his jeans. He grumbled, his eyelids fluttering. “I don’t know what you think you’re going to accomplish here, gumshoe.”
   “I’m gonna make you beg for mercy,” I promised, rocking myself against his cock.
   “Pfft,” he scoffed. “Me? Beg? Never.”
   My smirk made him shiver, and he didn’t seem to be able to hide his smile at the game we were playing. I was more turned on than anything, however, and I sought to do what I’d planned. So I started gyrating into his lap, pressing my lips against his temple, cupping his face with my fingertips. And then I pushed my hand between us and grabbed his bulge over his pants, before working on the button and zipper so that I could feel him over just the cotton of his boxers.
   I lifted myself off of his lap and grabbed the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down to his mid thigh to get them out of the way, before lowering myself and pressing my crotch against his. I could feel his hardness pressing against my pussy, his boxers and my panties keeping us from joining.
   But this was the whole idea.
   I rolled my hips slowly, jamming my sex against his, kissing him and teasing his tongue, nipping at his lips with my teeth as I dry humped him. He groaned against my mouth and I felt him strain against the handcuffs, whimpering in disappointment when he remembered he wore them and couldn’t touch me like he wanted to.
   Knowing I had the free reign to do whatever I wanted to do, I smirked into his kiss and dragged my lips down his jawline. And then I pushed my fingers into his curls and teasingly yanked his head back, biting his chin as I started grinding fast and hard in his lap.
   He groaned loudly, spreading his legs a little and bumping against me with thrusts of his own. It felt electric. My sensitive clitoris was getting most of the attention, but I still wanted more, so I leaned forward even more, tucking my face in the crook of Chuck’s neck and arching my back to press my clit against Chuck’s hard cock. I used my grip on the back of the chair to yank myself forward, over and over and over again, my clit grinding on his dick.
   I rode him like that for awhile, sucking and kissing the skin of his neck and jaw, feeling the way my hardened nipples rubbed against the stimulating fabric of my bra.
   The soft whimpers and groans he emitted became soft panting sighs of my name, and I could feel how taut his arm muscles were as he strained against the handcuffs. I was getting him there. I could tell.
   So I pressed my hand between our groins again and started massaging his dick, pulling back to watch his face as I pleasured him. His mouth opened in a silent groan, his features pinched, brow furrowed. I loved this so much.
   “Oh God, Sarah. I’m gonna come. I can feel it…” he breathed, his voice strained in pleasure.
   I eased myself off of his lap and then lowered myself to my knees in front of him, grabbing the front of his boxers and pulling them out of the way just enough to release his cock. It stood so straight, throbbing, ready for climax.
   But making him come right now wasn’t the plan. Instead, I did my best to ease him back down again, stroking him ever so softly between my fingers, swiping at the cum that leaked from the tip with my thumb and tasting it with a hum of pleasure.
   “Ohhhh Sarahhh,” he whispered in a long, drawn out sigh.
   When I was satisfied that he was no longer on the verge of orgasm, I leaned in and took his tip between my lips. “Hnngg,” came his deep voice, and then a quiet curse. I sucked him a few times, holding him down against his seat with both hands on his hips, and then I licked all the way from his balls up to the tip.
   I let go of his hip with my left hand and held his dick, licking it over and over and over like an ice cream cone. God, the sound of his voice as he groaned my name. I felt it right between my legs. I was practically buzzing for him, needing to feel him inside of me.
   But I was putting it off, knowing it’d feel that much better the longer I wanted it.
   Delayed gratification and all that.
   As I peeked up at his face, I saw the desperation and satisfaction mixed in his eyes. He wanted more, I knew. So I decided to try what I had been a little nervous about. I kept telling myself practice made perfect, and then I never actually practiced.
   I wrapped my lips around his heated penis, and then I slid him into my mouth deeper and deeper, easing myself down a little more, then pulling back to swirl my tongue over his sensitive tip. Then I would move down more, pull back, then more. And more.
   It was almost too deep already, and I could feel my gag reflex start to kick in, so I pulled back again.
   “S-Sarah…” he whimpered. I could tell he knew what I was working up to. And I could feel how tentative he was about it—I knew it was for my sake. As sweet as that was, I was determined to do this.
   I pulled back and took a deep breath, shutting my eyes in a meditative way, to prepare myself. And then I opened my mouth wide and took him in, easing myself down, down, down, my lips sliding over his length, enveloping him in the wet heat of my mouth. And then his cock brushed against my throat.
   I heard the handcuffs clank against the chair as he jolted. I concentrated on the light birthmark on his hip, trying not to gag, swallowing a few times as he groaned. I nearly choked and had to pull back quickly, letting him slip from my mouth and taking another deep breath.
   “Holy shit,” he gasped, gaping down at me, his eyelids fluttering. “Sarah...”
   I’d just successfully deep-throated a man and I was proud of myself for it, but said man still had a hard cock and I still needed to sate the ache in my lower stomach.
   I licked him a few times, took him in my lips and bobbed my head up and down, and then I pulled my mouth away and rounded him with my fist, pumping him fast and hard.
   Chuck groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He tilted his head back and let out a long breath through pursed lips, his cheeks puffing out.
   But I stopped just as I knew he was on the verge of coming.
   And then I climbed to my feet, enjoying the bereft look on his face as he gaped up at me. I scooted close again, straddling the chair but still standing, my sex almost level with his face, only a few inches lower than his chin.
   Once I had his full attention on my crotch, I slid a hand down my muscled abdomen, my fingers dragging oh so slowly, before they were buried down the front of my panties. Chuck’s jaw fell open as I started to rub myself.
   “Mmmm,” I whimpered, thrusting myself against my own hand.
   “Oh my God this is so hot,” he breathed, staring intently.
   “You like this?”
   “Yes,” he said, his voice tight.
   Me too I thought to myself. And I slid my fingers into my labia, dragging them up and down over my slit, sandwiched by the lips of my vagina.
   “I want to see it,” he said, swallowing hard. “Let me see it, baby.”
   Pleased, I reached down to move the fabric of my panties aside so that he could see me rubbing myself. And then I slid a finger into my entrance, following it up with a second finger.
   Chuck shifted in the chair and groaned, licking his lips as he stared intently at me thrusting my fingers in and out of my own pussy.
   “Nnngg,” I whimpered, biting my lip and shutting my eyes.
   As much as I could tell he was enjoying this, and so was I, I couldn’t resist anymore. I needed to feel him inside of me. So I pulled my fingers out and eased myself down, reaching under me to take his cock and holding my panties to the side with my other hand to keep anything from getting in the way.
   I lined him up with my entrance and slid down him, sitting heavily in his lap and squirming, moaning at how good he felt. “Amazing,” I whimpered.
   He teasingly bumped himself up against me and I gasped, grabbing his hips and holding him down. “Bad boy.” I leaned in to take his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it back and flicking it with my tongue before letting it go again. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”
   “Oh, please, yes,” he groaned, in a hilariously adorable break from his character.
   Not that either of us were really sticking to any characters in particular.
   I began to buck against him, holding onto his shoulders. The chair creaked underneath us but I kept going hard and fast, gritting my teeth and grunting as I fucked him.
   I just wanted to get off. I wanted to get off so bad.
   I grabbed his face in my hands and rode him hard, clenching my ass with each thrust. And then I switched to bouncing wildly in his lap. I threw my head back with a ragged cry of his name, desperate for an orgasm, and I felt him strain against the cuffs to lean in and suck and lick at my collarbone.
   “Yes, Chuck! Yes yes yes yes!”
   Oh, God. There it was. I could feel it. It was approaching so slowly though.
   “Oh come on,” I whimpered. “Come on, come on!” I knew I was practically begging.
   I stopped bouncing and gyrated back and forth again, fast and hard, breathing deeply through gritted teeth.
   “Almost,” I panted. “Oh I’m almost there. Yes! Yes!” With one last long thrust, my ass clenched and my body straining, I came. My head fell back again as I yelled a sharp, “YES!” And then I moaned as it continued to go through me, my eyes shut tight.
   I heard the thunk of the hat falling off of my head and hitting the ground behind us and I didn’t care at all. I was too caught up in the delicious orgasm going through me.
   “Oh fuck!” I breathed, finally gaining a bit of control after about a minute.
   Even though I’d just climaxed, I wanted more. And I wanted more now. So I slid him out of me carefully and got to my feet. I was done with the chair, as good as it had been to ride Chuck in it.
   And I rounded to the other side of him and knelt down to start taking him out of the cuffs. “Don’t worry,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. “You’re going right back in them in a second.”
   Once I got them off of him, he used his hands to shove his boxers and jeans down all the way, kicking off his shoes and socks and leaving everything in a pile on the floor. As he unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers slipping on the buttons he was so eager, I waited standing next to him, my fingers playing with the curls at the top of his head. His hair was so soft. It felt really good.
   But because I wanted to feel something better, I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from our chair, past the kitchen, and down the hallway to my bedroom.
   I gave him another playful shove so that he ended up lying on my bed, his eyes wide in excitement. And then I grabbed his left hand, clamping the cuff around his wrist, stringing the chain around one of the bars at the head of my bed, before clamping the other cuff around his right wrist.
   Chuck craned his neck to look up, giving the cuffs a little tug. I watched his bicep muscles flex, his shoulder muscles…and his delicious chest and torso. He was trapped like this, completely at my mercy. And his dick was still hard.
   Part of me just wanted to sit in his lap and fuck him hard again. I could just imagine his face as he looked down his body to see his cock disappearing in my folds over and over again while I bounced on it.
   But I knew there was something better—something I’d been meaning to do for awhile now. I’d never quite gotten up the courage to ask.
   Now that he was stuck like this, I knew I didn’t really have to ask.
   That didn’t mean I couldn’t tease him a little bit, however. And I crawled up his body, lowering my weight on top of him and kissing his neck, then down where I licked up his collarbone. And then I caught his nipple between my teeth to give it a soft bite. He grumbled and I felt it in his chest beneath my lips. I switched to the other side, rolling the nipple I’d just left between my fingers.
   I slid all the way down, my lips making a pattern down his abdomen, teasing his belly button, and then I rounded his dick with my fingers and pumped him a few times, earning a deep groan from my fuck buddy. I moved my mouth to his tip and sucked a few times, before pulling back and climbing to my knees to tower over him.
   “I’ll be right back,” I said, before hopping off of the bed to walk to the door. I stopped in the threshold, placing my hands on either side of the door frame and smirking at him. He looked so hot handcuffed to my bed. Every muscle in his upper body was underscored by the slight strain of having his arms pinned above his head. His torso looked so much longer. And he looked so hungry.
   Good. I needed him hungry.
   “Don’t go anywhere,” I teased, raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips. I heard him chuckle as I ducked into the hallway and went into the kitchen.
   I grabbed a bowl, a spoon, and went to the fridge to get the chocolate sauce out.
   Yes. This was so happening tonight.
   I screwed the squeeze top off and poured the sauce into the bowl—not too much—before I slid the bowl into the microwave to make it nice and warm and creamy.
   I didn’t want to put cold chocolate sauce on Chuck’s body. There was a reason guys took cold showers to get rid of arousal.
   When it was finished, I grabbed the bowl and dipped the spoon in, tasting it. It was a little hotter than I’d meant it to be, but it would only cool down as time went on, and it hadn’t burned my tongue or anything like that. Which was good. I needed my tongue.
   And then I remembered the look in his eyes when he saw me standing there in my officer’s hat. I wanted to see that look again. So I went over to the chair where it sat upended on the floor, grabbed it, put it on my head, and grabbed the chocolate and spoon again.
   Smirking, I walked back down the hallway to find Chuck still there, his head turned so that he could look out of my balcony doors at the moonlight spilling in.
   He shifted his face towards me and the look happened again. Now that he was looking at me from afar, I could see the way his eyes drank me in. All the way from my toes up my toned calves accentuated by my heels, over my thighs, my panties, up my abdomen, my breasts, shoulders, neck, and finally…finally, his brown eyes settled on the hat.
   “This. Is amazing.”
   I giggled and approached the bed, crawling onto it again and setting the bowl by his hip. He craned his neck a little trying to stretch and look over the lip of the bowl to find out what was in it.
   “Ice cream?” he asked.
   “Mm mm. Something warmer than that.”   “Porridge?”
   That cracked me up as I sat on the edge of the bed and undid the straps of my heels, letting them fall with two loud thunks to the floor beside the bed. I crawled up over him again and purposefully sat with my groin pressed against his cock, which was still hard, thank God.
   “Not porridge,” I said, shaking my head as I gyrated once over his cock. He hummed in pleasure and smiled. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
   “Ah, but when?” he said dramatically, throwing his head back.
   I laughed again. And then I lowered myself so that my torso was grinding over his, kissing his jaw, his chin, and finally his lips. As I pulled back a few moments later, leaving him wanting more, I reached down to grab the bowl and sat up, my weight resting on his abdomen. I stirred the chocolate a little bit and looked down at him.
   “Close your eyes.”
   “What if I don’t want to?” he snarked. Why was he so much hotter than everyone else when he was a brat?
   Maybe because he was good at keeping me on my toes.
   “You really wanna play this game with me? I could make you lose consciousness with nothing but these two fingers and you wouldn’t even know what had happened.”   He clamped his bottom lip between his teeth and squirmed a little. I thought he was biting back a groan maybe. This was way too easy.
   “You know, I brought down a perp who was holding an assault rifle once. He was an ex-pro wrestler in Mexico. Just a twist of the wrist and I threw him down, pinning his arms behind his back ’til I could get the cuffs on him.”
   Chuck’s eyelids fluttered. “Ohhh my God, you’re such a bad ass.”
   “So are you going to close your eyes?”
   He shook his head no, mischief dancing in his features.
   I climbed off of him and stood beside the bed again. His eyes followed me as I set the bowl down on my dresser and opened a drawer, pawing through my clothes. And then an idea struck me as he asked a quiet, “What are you doing?”
   I ignored him and went into my bottom drawer, grabbing one of my scarves out and surveying it with a gleam in my eye. “Perfect.”
   I shut the drawer and grabbed the bowl again, hurriedly climbing back over Chuck to straddle him, setting the bowl down and leaning over him with a smirk. “You won’t close your eyes willingly, so I’ll just have to make you.”
   And he lifted his head for me to tie the makeshift blindfold over his eyes. He smiled under the blindfold, his teeth glinting beneath the dark scarf I’d used.
   I took up the bowl again and stirred the chocolate, before getting some on the spoon and leaning down close. I kissed him…just a brush of my lips over his, and then I moved the spoon down, drizzling a bit of warm chocolate onto his lips before kissing him harder.
   “Mmmmmmm,” he moaned, the sounds he made as we kissed sounding a lot like om nom nom nom. I nearly giggled, instead focusing on the taste of his lips covered in chocolate.
   As I pulled back, he licked his lips and groaned raggedly. “You are magnificent,” he breathed, and his grin was vibrant. I found myself sort of missing his eyes; they were such a huge part of his smile. But this would be a lot wilder for him if he couldn’t see. By canceling out his sight, I was making sure he’d feel everything that much more. And I loved the thought of that.
   I dribbled some more on his lips and kissed him again, earning another hum of pleasure, as well as his tongue swiping against mine. “More,” he muttered against my mouth, and I grinned, letting him lick the underside of the spoon, before setting it all aside and grabbing his face, kissing him hard.
   I lapped at his tongue with my own, letting out my own soft moan as our mouths melded. My nipples were so hard rubbing against my bra. I really hadn’t known something like warm chocolate would accentuate kissing quite as much as it was right then.
   And I started dragging my lips down to his neck. I grabbed the spoon out of the chocolate and dabbed a pattern up his collarbone, following with my lips and sucking at the sweetness along his skin.
   His chest was rising and falling with his quick breaths, and as I tasted him, slowly moving down his body, I could feel his hardness pressed against my inner thigh.
   There was time enough for that, but God, I loved how aroused he was by this. I was, too, of course. I had an intense ache between my legs. One that demanded satisfaction.
   I reached between us and played with his happy trail, my fingers just barely stroking him there as I kissed over to one of his nipples. I sucked on it, earning a groan, and then I dripped chocolate in a circle around it, before I dove in to lick and suck it off, giving him a bit of a nip with my teeth.
   Chuck let out a soft chuckle and pressed his lips together, his muscles in his arms straining as he tugged on the handcuffs.
   I spent some time on his other nipple, and then I sat up and scooted down his body, putting chocolate on the skin around his belly button. I licked his skin, wandering down even further with my tongue than the trail of chocolate had gone.
   And then I crawled off of him, kneeling beside his body, before I took his cock in one hand and held it steady as I dribbled the warm chocolate around the tip. He must have felt it because he whimpered a soft, “Oh God,” and his body tensed. I bent down and took him in my mouth, licking at the tip to rid it of the chocolate, hearing him gasp my name.
   I used the spoon to cover his cock in sweetness then, licking and sucking at him, doing my best to clean him off with my mouth. I gave his balls a squeeze and he let out a long huff of air, turning his face into his shoulder and growling. And then I put a spoonful of chocolate in my mouth and took him in, sliding my lips down further and further, going all the way down, fighting that gag reflex again as his tip brushed the soft flesh of my throat. I swallowed, tasting the chocolate and his pre-cum, moaning as I bobbed my head to give him even more.
   “Fuck! Oh my God, Sarah!”
   Pulling back, I grinned at him, holding his hardness between my fingers and stroking him. “That feel good?” I asked, fighting the tears in my eyes from shoving him down my throat.
   He merely groaned and laughed at the same time. “You’re so amazing,” he breathed.
   I grinned harder and climbed off of the bed.
   I unhooked the garters, slid the stockings off, then my panties, and finally peeled out of my bra, leaving me in nothing but the hat. He looked curious but pleased, his lips forming a small smile and his brow furrowed over the scarf.
   “Am I hearing the sounds of you undressing right now?” he asked.
   I ignored him, instead climbing back onto the bed. I took the hat off of my head then and carefully lowered myself to lie directly on top of him, my nakedness pressed against his in all the right spots. Then I reached up and put the hat on his head.
   He hummed in the back of his throat. “Isn’t it illegal for a not-cop to wear a cop’s hat?” he drawled.
   I giggled lustily at him. He was too cute. “No. Even if it was, who’s gonna bust me for it? …You?” He bit his lip. “Because you’re not exactly in a position to do anything about it.”
   “Speaking of positions, this is a really good one. Think you might wanna…?” He bobbed his head meaningfully down. I knew he meant let’s get the show on the road. But I ignored it. I was in charge here. Even if I really wouldn’t mind having him inside of me right about now.
   I rubbed my nipples over his chest and hummed. “That feels so good,” I growled.
   And I kissed his chest, grabbing the chocolate again. I scooted down so that I could grind my crotch against his cock, earning a soft whimper of my name, and then I scooted back up to put more chocolate on his chest.
   Instead of licking it off right away, I laid back down on him and rubbed my breasts into the chocolate, moaning at its wet heat. And then I crawled up and cupped his jaw in my hand. “Open up,” I demanded, feeling a little breathless in anticipation of this. He followed my orders and I pushed my tit against his mouth.
   He growled happily, his lips twitching in a smile, and he hungrily sucked, licked, and bit at my sensitive mound, ridding it of the chocolate I’d put there. He took my nipple between his teeth and pulled away teasingly, letting it slip out again, my beast bouncing in his face. And then I shifted so that he could do the same to my other breast.
   I held his head, pushing him harder against my breast, and then I moved down to lick and tease him, cleaning up the chocolate on his chest with my lips and tongue. Afterwards, I spent quite a while eating chocolate off of each of his ribs, letting the chocolate drip in between the hard muscles of his abdomen and sucking him clean.
   The sounds he made were making me a little crazy. And the way I kept hearing the jangle of the cuffs pulling against my bed, like he wanted so bad to get free and—well, I couldn’t only imagine what he’d do to me if his hands were free.
   I imagined him pushing me onto my hands and knees, climbing up behind me and fucking me doggy-style. Hard and wild. I wanted that. I wanted it badly.
   But more than that, I wanted to keep him cuffed to my bed. I loved the look of his body prone like this, his arms trapped above his head, his muscles taut, his entire torso completely vulnerable to me, as well as his lower half.
   The ache between my legs got to the point where it was unbearable now. I couldn’t resist anymore. I moved my knees to press against the mattress on either side of his hips, and gently eased down, taking his cock in my fingers and guiding it into my pussy. I slid down until my crotch was jammed against his pelvis bone, making sure he was as deep as possible.
   “God, you’re so wet,” he breathed, apparently taken by surprise when I sat on his cock.
   “You make me wet,” I replied in a lusty tone of voice. His lips tilted up, then twitched.
   I started rocking slowly in his lap.
   Rolling my hips against him, I braced my hands on his torso and gasped. “Oh fuck you’re hard,” I whimpered. I wasn’t just talking dirty at him, either. He really was so hard. And it felt amazing. I knew I’d built him up quite a bit now, and I decided he was owed his finish now.
   So I slid my fingers down between our bodies and pressed them against the smattering of hair around the base of his shaft. I rubbed him there as I gyrated, and I could see how crazy it was making him.
   “You want to come?” I asked in a tight voice. His dick was so filling, and it was hitting me in all the right places.
   “God, yes,” he whimpered. “Please.” He was straining so much against the cuffs, grumbling my name and arching his head off the pillow.
   I leaned forward and grabbed him by his shoulders, before I began to jerk myself back and forth, fast and hard. “Oh, shit!” I yelped. “Oh! Hnng, Chuck yes!”
   Chuck opened his mouth in ecstasy, arching his back off of the mattress, a loud groan coming from deep inside of him. “Oh Sarah! Oh yeah, Sarah! God, you’re so amazing.”
   And then he surprised me. He clasped his hands around the bars of my headboard and used his strong biceps to yank us both further up the bed to make himself more comfortable. His cock slammed into my g-spot as we shifted and I cried out, reaching up to smack my hand onto the top of the headboard.
   “Fuck! Right there!” I panted. “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Ohh fuck yes!”
   I was riding him hard. As hard as I could. Hard enough that our weight rocking back and forth started making my bed creak with each of my frenzied thrusts. I spread my knees a little wider then and began to bounce, our lower halves slapping together roughly. “Hnng! Hnng! Oh! Oh! Shit, Chuck! Yes!”
   “I’m almost there,” he gasped. “Oh God, keep going, Sarah.”
   “You like me bouncing on your cock?” I panted, my voice catching as I continued to bounce wildly.
   “Fuck yyeeess.”
   I could see how tense his body had become, the look on his face under the blindfold. He was almost there.
   When he came, his hips arched off the mattress. I felt his hot seed spurt into me, filling me, mixing with my own cum. And then I slowed down, gyrating a few more times before I stopped and slid him out of me, flopping onto my back next to him.
   We were both panting, trying to catch our breath.
   I finally turned my head to look at him, taking in the hard hills and valleys of his delicious torso, the rippling muscle of the arm that was nearest me, and his beautiful profile. The scarf around his head was a little crooked now, but it still covered his eyes adequately. Nevertheless, I didn’t want him cheating, so I turned over and scooted close until my breasts were smashed against his chest. My nipples were so hard still since I hadn’t orgasmed yet, and I could tell he liked the feeling against him, because his lips stretched into a bit of a smirk.
   Feeling playful, I leaned down to kiss that smirk, earning a grin this time. And I grinned back even though he couldn’t see it. “Head,” I said quietly, moving my fingers to the back of his head. He tilted his head up so that I could reach under and fix the scarf, straightening it and tying it better. “There.”
   “There,” he repeated, a satisfied smile on his face. Part of me wished again that I could see his eyes. But this was too fun. For him, too, I guessed. Especially because when I arched my groin into the outside of his thigh, he asked, “What are you up to?” in a slow, sexy voice.
   I reached over to pick up the forgotten bowl of chocolate, not answering him, and instead wanting to just show him. And I gently dabbed chocolate on his lips again, kissing him as he groaned in pleasure.
   And then I pulled out of the kiss. He craned his neck, trying to go in for another, but I moved my head away teasingly. I giggled as he pouted under the blindfold, and then I went in to kiss him again. And this time he was the one who pulled back.
   “I want to taste you,” he whispered, turning his face to kiss my chin, before he nipped at it playfully.
   God, I loved it when he said that. It was almost as good as the actual thing.
   I climbed up to straddle him, teasing my burning crotch against his dick to get myself even more keyed up. And then I crawled further up his body, trying to figure out the best way to do this with his arms pulled up over his head. They were sort of in the way if I faced the headboard, unless I did some basic acrobatics.
   Because I wanted his mouth on me now, and not after I did some finagling with my legs and his arms, I turned around and straddled him facing the foot of the bed, scooting back until my vagina was lined up with his mouth.
   I pushed my calves underneath his arms, my feet tucked under the pillow his head rested on, and then I braced my hands on his abs, preparing to lower myself to sit on his face.
   However, he surprised me, as he did often, and lifted his head up from the pillow to slam his mouth against my sex, immediately assaulting my sensitive flesh and nub there with his lips and tongue.
   “Oh God,” I gasped. I reached over to grab the bowl of chocolate and lifted myself up off of his face, biting my lip to keep from moaning in disappointment. God, his lips were off of me for only a few seconds and I was already aching to sit on his face again. I took the chocolate covered spoon and nudged Chuck’s lips with it. He smirked and opened his mouth, taking in the entire spoon. It was entirely too sexy, feeding this blindfolded man warm chocolate, watching him lick the spoon clean. But before he could swallow, I pressed my sex back down onto his mouth.
   He groaned at how good I tasted mixed with the chocolate. It was a deep and dark groan, one that I felt reverberate throughout my body as his entire mouth pressed hard against my labia and clitoris.
   I gasped and put the chocolate and spoon to the side, bracing my hands on the sheets on either side of his waist and rocking myself against his ministrations. “Fuck, I love your mouth on me,” I whimpered. “Eat me out. Oh yes, Chuck. Yes!”
   I found myself yelping in pleasure as he ate me out even more vigorously. My fists twisted in the sheets as I sped the gentle thrusts I made into his face.
   “Mm you taste amazing,” he muttered against the lips of my vagina, sucking them in between his teeth and flicking at me with his tongue. He did the same with my clitoris, which made me shudder and breathe his name in ecstasy.
   I started riding his mouth harder, making sure to clench my ass with each thrust forward, feeling his tongue press into my center as deep as possible. When he shook his head back and forth and sucked, I felt a sharp ache just above where his lips were. And then the ache became stronger and stronger.
   “Oh God, make me come, Chuck. Make me come!”
   He was going to town on me, burying his face in my sex and slurping at my juices as he pleasured me.
   With one last heavy thrust against his face, I came, crying out, throwing my head back, and rocking slowly as he licked at me.
   “Oh fuck,” I whispered, reaching up to push my hair back from my face. “That was so good,” I said, still panting, out of breath. I swung my leg over and turned to face him as I settled on the mattress beside his body, watching him lick his lips, a look on his face like he’d just tasted the most delicious thing in the world. It was gratifying to say the least.
   “I think you’ve earned your freedom,” I finally said, a little reluctantly. I was mostly teasing. I loved him in this position. Vulnerable. His muscles on full display. He was mine.
   “You gonna take me out of these cuffs?” he asked me, raising an eyebrow over the blindfold, and I bit my lip teasingly, making a show of giving it some thought even if he couldn’t see me.
   “I can’t decide.”
   “But you just said I earned my freedom.”
   I slid my gaze down his body and stopped at his lower half, my eyes feasting on his cock. Eating me out had made him hard again. And I slid my fingers around it, stroking it slowly to make it even harder.
   “If I let you out…Do you promise to be a bad boy?” I breathed against his cheekbone. I didn’t let him answer at first, turning my face to kiss his lips. We spent awhile making out, and with Chuck’s wrists still cuffed above his head, I was free to let my own hands wander. And wander they did.
   Until he pulled back just a little and grinned, pecking my lips one more time, before saying, “I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”
   I decided that was more than good enough for me.

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