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It was easy getting him out of the handcuffs, and he let out a sigh of relief as he lowered his arms, rubbing his wrists for effect.
   I slid the blindfold away from his face and peered down into those brown eyes I’d become so accustomed to over the past few months. He looked so pleased. In fact, he looked more pleasured than pleased. And it felt good knowing I’d put that look on his face.
   As he smiled a little, I held up the handcuffs so that they were dangling above us. “There,” I said slowly, arching an eyebrow. And then I reached over to put them on the bedside table, my body sliding over his in all the right places. I hummed a little it felt so good.
   But just as I was pulling my arm back to scoot down his body and continue our kiss, his arm wound around my body and he threw his weight to the side. I yelped and giggled as I ended up lying beneath him.
   He thrusted against me, his teeth nipping at my jawbone, and then he half-grumbled, “You want a bad boy?”
   I felt his voice everywhere. Oh, God yes I wanted a bad boy. But at the moment the only one I wanted was on top of me, his hands on me, his lips caressing my neck. Whether he was a good boy or a bad boy, I wanted him. “Yes,” I whispered.
   “Turn over.”
   Chuck slid off of me and propped himself up so that I had room to flip onto my stomach. Excitement coursed through my body as I did just that, and I went one further, getting up onto my hands and knees. I felt his hard dick caress my backside as I did so, my back thumping against his chest.
   He chuckled in my ear, kissed the side of my face, and slid his hands over my hips, feeling up my sides, one hand moving around to clutch my tit in his long, strong fingers. I felt his tip tease my opening, and then he lightly slapped my pussy with his cock a few times, before guiding his length into my center.
   With a grunt, I pushed myself back against him over and over, and he met me with thrusts of his own. His balls slapped against me loudly as we fucked, and as though that wasn’t enough, he brought his palm around to smack my ass.
   I cried out and laughed breathlessly, reaching up to hold onto the bed frame. It made a concerning sound in my hands, but I kept holding on. Beds were easily replaced. Moments like these were not. “Oh! Fuck! Fuck me, Chuck!” I whimpered.
   He straightened up behind me, grabbed me by my hips, and pounded into me fast and hard. For a moment, even with how distracting the feelings coursing through me were, all I could think aboutwas how badly I wished I was behind him at the same time, watching that ass clench as he fucked me like this.
But then he pulled out of me and I looked over my shoulder at him in confusion. By the look on his face I could tell we were switching it up, which was somewhat new. We tended to finish in whatever position we were in, at least one of us, and if the other didn’t finish, we’d make sure we covered it in another way.
   I wasn’t complaining, as long as he was back inside of me again soon.
   So I flopped onto my back and crooked my finger at him. I couldn’t wait for missionary, weirdly enough. Maybe because I’d been the one presenting my strength all of this time. I wanted those muscles I’d watched, touched, and licked chocolate off of to work as he fucked me. And this time I wanted to face him and watch as he did it.
   He crawled up my body and I smirked, chuckling lustily as he stroked up my belly with the backs of his fingers, a feather’s touch that gave me the best goosebumps. And then his fingers cupped my sex and I whimpered, spreading my legs so that he had better access. He took advantage of it as only he could, rubbing two of his fingers over my clit. He moved it in slow circles as I pressed my sex against his hand and practically purred.
   My eyes slipped shut as I bit my bottom lip, gasping as his fingers moved from my clit to my entrance. And then his fingers were inside of me, grinding against the front wall of my vagina.
   Suddenly I felt something cool around my wrist. Cool and metal. As my eyes snapped open again, Chuck slammed my hand up above my head and I was cuffed just like he’d been a few minutes earlier. I let him do the same to my other wrist and then I tugged for good measure, just to make sure he did a good job.
   I’d handcuffed guys to the bed before. Well, one guy. He’d enjoyed it well enough. But I never would have let any of the guys I’d slept with in the past do this to me. I was so vulnerable like this, so open. And I had no control whatsoever in this position. No way to fight or protect myself. As a police officer, I hated things being out of my hands. And as a woman, more so.
   But I didn’t even think about it as Chuck cuffed me in this vulnerable position. I let him do it without even a tingle of fear. My heart sped up but it had everything to do with excitement, not fear.
   Especially because he had such a deliciously mischievous look in his eye.
   “Are you the bad boy I’ve been waiting for?” I asked, tugging on the cuffs again, biting my lower lip.
   He waved his hand in front of his face slowly, like he was wiping a window, his face dark and serious. “This is the bad boy you’re looking for.”
   “Chuck.” He looked so pleased with himself. “Do not Star Wars at me when we’re fucking.”
   He twisted his lips to the side, trying his best to look contrite and failing miserably. “You do know what it does to me when you understand my references, right?”
   “That wasn’t even a hard one.”
   “Know what is a hard one?”
   “Don’t even.”
   He gigged happily and I groaned and shook my head. I couldn’t help but laugh, though. Leave it to Chuck to turn what would normally be a wild and darkly sensual situation into something playful. I didn’t mind it all that much. It was…him.
   He rested a hand on one of my breasts then, slowly massaging it and twisting my nipple in his fingers interchangeably. I sighed and shut my eyes, just feeling the sensation. That, coupled with the cool air in the room caressing my body, gave me goosebumps.
   I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and practically purred.
   But that purr became a soft gasp when I felt something dribbled onto my stomach. My eyes snapped open and I looked down my body to see he’d put chocolate pretty much all over my abs and belly, some of it even dripping into my belly button.
   I couldn’t help thinking fondly that he was doing it wrong.
   But then his open mouth was covering me, his lips, tongue, and teeth even caressing me, sucking on my skin, biting my lowest rib teasingly.
   I moaned softly and pulled against the cuffs, shutting my eyes so that I was feeling it rather than seeing it. Oh, it felt so good that my toes were curling. He licked chocolate off of me for what felt like…well, not nearly long enough, even though he practically covered my whole body by the time he pulled away. From my neck, collarbone, and breasts all the way down to my fingers, my abdomen, belly button, my thighs, shins, calves. And God, now he was tracing my pelvic bone with his lips, and I thought I was going to melt straight through my own damn mattress.
   That was when I felt wetness on one lip of my labia. And then his mouth was there, his tongue blanketing my softness and sucking on it. He did the same on the other side, and then I heard the clink of the bowl and spoon. I lifted my head to look in curiosity and saw that he’d set them aside, but I didn’t get a chance to look for long because he lifted my legs to prop them on his shoulders and dove in to press his mouth against my slit.
   His tongue was inside of me then and I let out a long breath, my head flopping back onto the pillow. I gave the cuffs a quick yank, and it actually hurt my wrists a little, but it just felt so amazing having his mouth on my sex.
   He ate me out slowly, but vigorously, every last movement of his lips and tongue methodical. It was like he’d had enough practice now that he knew how to make every last lick and suck count. I felt everything so acutely.
   Chuck built me up to the very edge, his thumb gently rubbing my clit in circles as he dug deep inside of me. But then his hand and mouth left me and I let out a whimper of disappointment, opening my eyes and pouting at him as he lowered my legs to the bed again.
   I saw that he’d climbed up to his knees and he was spreading my legs, his hands on my thighs as he scooted between them and leaned over me, his palms propped on the mattress on either side of my shoulders.
   I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I figured it out soon enough as he thrusted long and hard, burying his cock in my center. “Ohhh shit!” I groaned loudly, throwing my head back. I couldn’t resist him. I knew he was more than capable of fucking me good in this position, but I felt a wildness rise inside of me. Something I’d never felt before.
   Like I had to have him so badly that it was threatening to burst out of my chest.
   I dug my heels into the mattress, grabbed onto the bars above me tightly, and I started slamming myself up against him. I thrusted fast and hard, lifting my ass off the mattress, my hips starting to fall into a graceful gyrating movement as I fucked him from below.
   Chuck just gaped and let out a soft groan, digging his knees in and angling his torso away from me. He made soft thrusting movements to match mine, but I was being rough. My lust for him was animalistic as I thrashed against him, feeling his cock plunge deeply into me with each of my crazed thrusts.
   “Nng! Nngg! Oh unnngg!!! Oh! Oh! Hnnnn!” I couldn’t get enough, even as my abs and thighs starting aching a little. “Fuck, I’m coming!” I panted. “I’m coming! Ahhhhh!!” I came hard, my thrusts quick and jerking. “Keep going,” I whimpered. “God, keep going. Make me come again.”
   He put a hand on my hip and started pounding into me. He stopped for a moment to kneel with his knees pushed under my thighs, and then he put my legs on his shoulders. Holding me by my waist, he fucked me so good, his cock crashing into my spot, and it took less than a minute of hard, smacking thrusts before I came again.
   While I was still reeling from the orgasm, I felt Chuck’s fingers stroke over my wrists. I thought maybe he was planning to take the handcuffs off and my mouth reacted before I had a chance to even think. “Wait, don’t. Leave me in them. Just for a little while longer.”
   He gave me a look, raising his eyebrows, his nose a little pinched and cute.
   “Please?” I pouted.
   “If you want it.” And then he leaned in and kissed me slowly, letting his lips wander down my jaw as I hummed happily. “You’re a wild woman, Sarah Walker,” he grumbled between kisses.
   “Yeah, well…you bring out the worst in me.”
   He stopped and propped himself over me. “The best, you mean.”
   I shrugged as best as I could. “I stand by what I said.”
   “Well so do I. That was the hottest thing I’ve done in awhile.” And then an idea seemed to strike him. “Wait, wait…” His hand disappeared from my view and when it came back, he was putting my hat back on my head. “Better.”
   I giggled and craned my neck so that it wasn’t impeded by my pillow, glaring a little at him under the brim of the hat. “You know I could put you in jail for this.”
   “Do you promise?”
   I laughed. “You wouldn’t last in jail, Chuck Bartowski.”
   “What? Come on, I’m a bad ass.”
   “You’re really good with computers and…well, frankly, you’re even better with my body…” He blushed and I found it as adorable as it was ludicrous. Was he there as we just interchangeably handcuffed one another to the bed and fucked our brains out? “But Chuck…you adorable nerd…you will not do well in prison.”
   “Well, okay, yeah. Prison is different from jail.”
   “You have a point there. But I stand by what I said. You can screw me to the next dimension and back, but you’d be fresh meat to the guys in our prison system.”
   “I can handle myself.”
   “You’re getting a little defensive now. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I could see that he was sincerely defensive, if only a little bit. “I wouldn’t really want to be fuck buddies with someone who could do well in prison. That’s kind of scary.”
   “Even for a bad ass detective?” he asked, looking slightly mollified.
   I smiled. “Yep. And Chuck, you’re a bad ass too, just…in a different way.”
   “So like…I might get my ass kicked, but I can at least fix computers. Cool. Sounds super bad ass,” he drawled sarcastically. But I could tell he was teasing, even if that self-deprecating tone of his was there.
   “Stop,” I chuckled, my chest bouncing against his.
   “Anyways, it’s a moot point. I don’t plan on being arrested anytime soon. Like, really arrested. Not super hot role playing arrested. And you really do look so sexy in that hat. It probably helps that you aren’t wearing anything else. But man, I’d love to see you in full uniform.”
   “Would you?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
   “Mmm hmm.”
   “I only wear it for super special functions. So…sorry.” I paused, then hurried on when I saw the look on his face. “And no, before you ask. We’re not having sex with me wearing it. It’s a bitch trying to iron that fucking thing.”
   He giggled loudly and rolled over onto his back next to me. I felt the bed shake beneath me as he continued to laugh, and I let my eyes shut, listening to the sound, feeling my chest fill with…God, it was so corny, but I could swear there were rainbows in there. Or just a beaming, bright light. Like someone had flicked a switch inside of me.
   “Fine,” he finally said. “Raincheck then.”
   “Nooo,” I laughed. “I already said! It isn’t happening!”
   “Even for sexual favors? Like, literally…whatever you want me to do to you. How can you pass that up, hm?” He rolled over so that he was leaning with his torso pressed against mine. “Literally. Anything.”
   “What? You already do anything I ask you to.”
   He stopped to think. “Okay, well…this is true. Agggh fine. No sex in the uniform.”
   “We can have sex with you in your uniform,” I said, smirking. “At the Buy More again.”
   “I don’t have a uniform,” he said slowly, teasing suspicion in his face.
   “You kinda do. That button up look with the tie and those nice ironed slacks. Mmmm. Why do you think I jumped you in your office, Charles Bartowski Tech Specialist?”
   “I’d say we jumped each other. I mean, who had whom lying back on the desk? I believe that was me. A’thank you.” He held up a finger and gave me a smarmy look.
   “In all seriousness, though…think we can do it at the Buy More again sometime? Something about the fact that the place was filled with people, just outside of that door…or maybe it’s that whole might-get-caught element. I don’t know what it was, but that was seriously hot. I get all mmmmm whenever I think about it,” I drawled.
   “So do I, actually. We can do it again, sometime. Maybe after hours. I can finagle the security cameras and erase all evidence.”
   “There are security cameras in your office?”
   “After hours, baby,” he said in what sounded like his attempt at a James Bond impression. “We don’t have to be in the office.”
   “Oooo, like against the Employee of the Month wall? Your picture looking down on us?”
   That made him laugh again, his face tucking into the crook of my shoulder. I beamed, proud of myself. “You’re on a roll tonight, Sarah.”
   “I am, aren’t I? It’s all this sex. Keeps my mind creative.” I laughed at myself as he leaned back to give me a silly look.
   “I mean, you might have a pretty good theory there, Detective.”
   “If I had a nickel for every time I heard that—”
   “In bed???”
   I nudged him with my body, since I couldn’t smack him, laughing. And my laughter died out, becoming a soft hum, when his lips rounded one of my nipples. He caught me by surprise, and I felt it between my legs.
   His mouth was so skilled, moving back and forth between my nipples, and then I felt his fingers drifted over my body, before they slid underneath my ass and cupped my cheeks, massaging them.
   “Oh God yeah,” I breathed. His lips drifted down my torso, kissing along my ribcage, then lower and lower and lower, until he was teasing my belly button with his tongue. I opened my legs wide, trying to give him a hint as to where I wanted him to end up, and he chuckled, his deep voice reverberating through my lower stomach and making that ache between my legs that much more intense.
   I didn’t have to wait long, though, because Chuck scooted down between my legs and blanketed my clit with his tongue, sucking it in between his lips and giving it a teasing tug.
   “Hnng!” I whimpered, turning my face into my arm. I arched my back so that I could look down and watch him as he licked me like an ice cream cone. When I felt his tongue enter me, I cried out, and then I moaned as he reached around my leg to press down against my clit with his thumb. He rubbed it in slow circles as he fucked me with his tongue.
   All I could do was lie there and take it, every breath more of a whimper, with his name peppered throughout.
   That’s why I was so surprised by his sudden departure as he climbed up to his knees, leaving my sex thoroughly wet and victim to the cool air in the room. I shivered, goosebumps rising on my arms and legs.
   He stretched himself out on his side next to me and scooted close so that his cock rubbed against my hip. With a soft, pleasured whisper of my name against my ear, he thrusted himself against me. Then he pushed his arm under my right leg and lifted it, forcing me to shift a little bit onto my side as well, but only enough so that he had easy access to—“Nngg! Fuck!”
   Chuck guided his cock into me, holding my leg out of the way, his chest so sturdy against my arm and shoulder. And he started his slow, measured thrusts, setting me on fire. “Ohh! Oh you feel so fucking good,” I breathed, whimpering. “That’s so good!”
   We stayed that way for quite some time, because he was being so slow and precise in his movements. It was a slightly awkward position, which is why his cock wasn’t getting quite as deep as I wanted it, just missing my g-spot by a centimeter I swore. But I didn’t say anything, because I liked it like this. I liked the slow build-up, the position of my leg making his cock grind up against all the right places.
   But then he stilled, gently leaning over me to kiss down the side of my face, over my neck and back up to catch my lips in a heated embrace.
   I breathed hard a few moments later, as he pulled his lips away and dragged them to my ear. “You want it hard?” he asked, his voice a little brittle, as my walls clenched around his sensitive penis.
   “God, yes,” I whimpered. “Fuck me hard.”
   He pulled his arm out from under my right leg and thrusted his left arm under my back. And just like that, he lifted me so that my ass and back were hovering over the mattress. His cock slipped out, and he slid into the space between me and the bed, lying underneath me. I was now directly on top of him, his chest under my back, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressed against my ass crack.
   I just went limp on top of him, letting him hold my weight, my head falling back over his shoulder. And I turned my face to kiss his jaw, since it was really the only thing I could reach.
   His delicious hands were all over me, dragging down my sides, up my belly, and clutching my breasts. He kept one hand up at my tit, rubbing my nipple between his fingers, and slid the other down, caressing the slopes of my abdomen muscles, lower and lower, and then he was teasing my clit, arching himself against me so that I could feel his hard dick against my asshole.
   Was that what he was doing? Oh God please, I silently begged him. Please do it.
   And I was so ready for it.
   But instead, he arched his back and pulled me down, burying his delicious cock in my pussy. It felt amazing with him entering from behind, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
   “Hnnng, you’re so wet,” he growled against my cheek.
   “Fuck me,” I gasped.
   And he held me with both hands gripping my hips tightly. I arched my back away from him, holding onto the bars of the bed that my wrists were still attached to, and I yelped loudly. Because he wasn’t holding back at all. His thrusts slammed his cock into me, his pelvis slapping against my ass.
   “Ohhh shit!” I whimpered, my voice loud and high-pitched. He found my g-spot. He definitely found it. And now he was smashing his dick against it, making me crazy it just felt so damn good.
   “Hnnnng,” I whimpered. “Hnnng. Oh yes! Yes yes yes! Chuck! That’s it!”
   And then he slid his hand down to my thigh and guided it to press towards the middle, doing the same with his hand on my other leg. “Put your legs together, Sarah,” he breathed, and I did, completely at my mercy, with nothing to hold onto except for my fingers gripping the bars tightly. He started thrusting gracefully, arching himself into me, and with my legs pressed together, I could feel everything so much more.
   I opened my mouth wide and let my head fall back, groaning his name. I started clenching my ass, pressing myself into each fluid thrust, and his hands dragged over my body. His fingers stated rolling one of my nipples again, and I focused on the joint pleasure of him stimulating my nipple and pussy, so much so that I yelped in surprise when his other hand slid down my front to press two fingers against my clit.
   He rolled my nipple and clit in the same direction, first slow, then speeding up, even as he continued to move his dick in and out of me. Every so often the rhythm faltered a bit, since he really wasn’t amazing at multitasking, and because he was obviously feeling a good amount of pleasure as well.
   I could feel how quickly my orgasm was starting to build in this position and I clenched myself a little more, moving my ass against him, hoping he might speed things up a little.
   “You want to come?” he panted against my jaw.
   “Yes!” I whimpered. “Oh God yes, make me come, Chuck. Make me come.”
   “I want your cum all over my cock.”
   I opened my mouth wide, my features pinched, a breathless giggle escaping from deep inside of me. God, I loved it when he talked to me like that. “Make me come all over you,” I panted. “Come on, Chuck. Oh God, that’s it! More!”
   His thrusts were much harder now, and he gripped onto my breast tightly, starting to rub my clit much harder and faster with his other hand. I tensed up, my whole body clenching. I was so close.
   “Come on, come on,” I whispered. “Oh fuck come on!” I said a little louder.
   Almost…
   Almost…
   “Yeeessssss!!! Oh yeah, Chuck!” I came hard, my pussy spasming around his cock, and I could almost feel my cum leaking onto him, coating his thick, hot member.
   I went limp on top of him as he continued to stroke my body, his touch light as a feather. Everything tingled and my arms ached a little bit, but I felt so alive.
   Chuck slid out from underneath me, gently letting me fall back to the bed and then he groaned, turning his face into the pillow. He was breathing hard, since that position meant he did most of the work, but his cock was still hard, glistening with my juices. I wanted to feel it in my hand, have it in my mouth again.
   So I finally yanked a little at the handcuffs when he had enough time to recuperate. They jangled noisily against the bars and he chuckled, slowly climbing up to reach over and let me out.
   The first thing I did once I was free was rub my wrists a little, shaking my hands out to get some of the blood flowing back into them, I’d been gripping the bars so hard.
   I looked over at him as he lay splayed out on his back, his cock still so hard, his entire body on display, glistening with sweat. I slowly rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled down so that I could wrap my fingers around his cock, feeling how slippery it was. I giggled softly at his groan, and started sliding my fist up and down, squeezing him. And then I leaned down and took the tip of him in my mouth. I lapped at his very tip, tasting his cum, then slid my lips down, taking more and more of him into my mouth.
   I wasn’t sure what that said about me, but having him in my mouth, sucking on him, nipping him with my teeth just so that I could hear that deep groan of his…it was all making me want him to fuck me again. My softness ached for him. Already.
   Maybe it was an addiction.
   And maybe I didn’t care.
   Just so long as he was inside of me.
   So I let him slip out of my mouth and I crawled up his body, leaning down to kiss him, before dotting kisses over to his ear. “Take me from behind,” I breathed.
   I felt his breath hitch in his chest that was pinned underneath my breasts. And then I swung myself off of him and scooted up the bed, getting on my hands and knees and gripping the head again. “Come on, Chuck,” I goaded.
   The way his eyes almost seemed to darken as he climbed up behind me, I felt a thrill shoot through my body and settle right between my legs. And then I couldn’t see him anymore. All I saw was the head of the bed and the wall behind it.   I braced myself as he moved closer, scooting his knees up beside mine. And then his chest bumped against my back and I felt his fingers slide between the lips of my pussy, rubbing over my slit, rolling my clitoris, and then slipping first one, then the other finger into my entrance. He pumped a few times, getting me wet again, and then he pulled them out and pushed his cock in to replace them.
   “Fuck yes,” I breathed, mostly for my own benefit. And I held on tightly, grinning like a madwoman as he began his quick, jerking thrusts. He went in very deep, arching himself fast and hard. And one hand moved up to cup one of my breasts. I lowered one of my own hands to cup the other, flicking my own nipple as he fucked me from behind.
   He started bumping his hips against my ass a little harder, and as I let go of my tit, it bounced with each of Chuck’s thrusts. And I reached back, straining a little, until I felt his ass under my palm. I gave him a quick slap, earning a chuckle, and then I felt him slap my ass, too.
   “Yes!” I gasped. “Spank me!”
   Chuck did it again, a little harder this time. “Are you being a bad girl?” he growled.
   “Yes! Oh God! So bad! I need to be punished, Chuck. I need to be punished!”
   But he didn’t slap my ass again like I was hoping for. Like I expected him to.
   Instead, I felt him slip his cock out of me completely, and then his fingers were there, sliding over our juices. I gave him a curious look over my shoulder, but he was too focused, coating his fingers with my pussy.
   Just as I turned back around, I felt his wet finger gently settle over my asshole. He rubbed it gently, before teasing the opening. And then he pushed his finger in oh so slowly. I opened my mouth in a silent cry, feeling him pull out and this time go in with two fingers.
   His lips brushed against my ear as he leaned in close. “Is this okay?”
   “Yes!” I nearly snapped, almost annoyed that he even asked, though it was sweet. “Keep going. Please, Chuck.”
   I felt his chuckle more than I heard it, because he was starting to move his fingers gently, in and out, in and out. It was still a little uncomfortable, but mostly, I felt a fire burning deep inside of me, raging a little harder the more Chuck probed my asshole with his fingers.
   As a rule, I didn’t much like begging. It made me feel too vulnerable. And I didn’t enjoy that feeling, especially during sex. Which was why I’d never let a man handcuff or bind me before. Not even the man who’d been my boyfriend for well over two years, the man I should’ve been able to be vulnerable with.
   And yet…here I was. I’d already let Chuck handcuff me to the bed. I’d let him have control over me so many times tonight, and now he was poised behind me, with two fingers in my ass. Maybe it was just that I knew he was going to make it good…or maybe it was the way he was cradling me with one arm around my body, holding me steady, his fingers inside of me so gentle even as they felt amazing.
   Or maybe it was that he asked me before he did whatever the hell he wanted.
   I didn’t know for sure.
   But the sound of my voice as I spoke to him next sounded an awful lot like begging.
   “I want to feel you inside of me. Please?” He stopped, seeming a little unsure, maybe. Not quite understanding. “I want you in my ass, Chuck.”
   I thought maybe Chuck understood now. Especially because I reached back and wrapped my fingers around his wrist that was poised at my ass. I gently pulled so that he was forced to remove his fingers.
   “Please, Chuck. Please? I want it so bad.”
   “You’re sure?” I appreciated that he was asking, that he wasn’t just going to plunge himself into me without making sure that it was absolutely what I wanted.
   And I could tell he needed a bit of reassurance, in spite of the fact that we’d already done this once before. Granted, there had been whiskey involved, and I distantly wondered if that had dulled the discomfort or numbed me to the pain I would’ve normally felt.
   It didn’t matter.
   I wanted this.
   So I swiveled around a little to look into his face, still on my hands and knees. “I’m sure, Chuck. Please?”
   At his nod, I turned back around and gripped onto the bar with one hand, tangling my other fist in the pillow in front of me. I spread my knees a little more, and arched my back to stick my ass out for him.
   I felt his fingers caress my asshole again, and then he dragged the length of his dick over my wetness. If I’d ever been in any doubt that Chuck Bartowski was a smart lover, this gesture would have put it to rest once and for all.
   And then I felt the tip tease my back entrance. Just a little bit. And then it went a little further in. I felt myself clench, and I knew that wasn’t going to help any, so I took a deep breath and whispered a soft “Keep going, it’s okay” over my shoulder.
   He listened to me, pushing his cock in a little more, and then easing it out, then in a little bit more. It was a process, and he was taking his time, and I appreciated that so much, but I needed to feel all of him inside of me.
   I forced myself to be patient. It would hurt if he went too fast, I told myself. And I whimpered as he went a little deeper. I took deep, calming breaths for a few minutes, until finally, I felt his balls against my sex. He was about as deep as he could go. And in spite of him being a little bigger than average—at least, my average, which Carina told me wasn’t all that impressive—it wasn’t as uncomfortable as I’d expected it to be. I gently squirmed back into him and felt a little twinge, but what I mostly felt was the throbbing desire in my vagina.
   “Okay?” he asked, his voice quivering. I knew this had to feel good for him. My asshole was definitely tighter than my pussy, which meant he was being squeezed on all sides.
   “It’s so good,” I breathed. “I love it.”
   And I was almost a little surprised by just how much I loved it. He gently pulled out a little and pushed back in, curling his fingers around my waist and starting his slow, gentle thrusts.
   “Mmm mmm mmm oh shit yes,” I hummed. And I was getting so wet, feeling him in my ass. “Touch me, Chuck,” I finally panted. And I felt one of his hands close over my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. “Ahh!”
   I felt my ass getting used to him, even as he thrusted, loosening up a little as I got hotter and hotter for the man bent over behind me. My desire for more began to mount the more I felt him inside of me. I even started to rock back to meet him, arching my body, panting his name. And I imagined what we probably looked like from the end of the bed, with Chuck hunched over me, his ass clenching, his back arching, his thigh muscles bulging, and his cock disappearing into my asshole, my wet pussy on full display.
   God, just thinking about it made me even wetter. I was more turned on now than I thought I’d ever been in my life, as he ass fucked me.
   “Oh, that’s it, baby,” I whimpered. “That’s it. Fuck my ass. Please. I need more.”
   He made his thrusts a little deeper, a little harder. And each of his strokes made my knees lift from the mattress so that I bounced slightly.
   “Oh! Oh oh oh! Chuuuck yes!”
   My crotch felt like it was on fire. It was a different kind of pleasure that I hadn’t known before. I’d always shied away from the unknown—I kept things the way they always were. With my job, with my personal life. Exploration, adventure…that was all fine when I was out in the field, on the job. But this right here…this was unheard of for me. I wanted more of this different pleasure. I wanted all of it.
   And without thinking about the implications of what that might mean, I shoved myself back against him so that his cock sank as deep as it could go inside of my ass, and I growled, “More, Chuck. I want it hard. Fuck my ass hard.”
   This time, he didn’t ask if I was sure. And I was reassured by how human it made him that he didn’t pull himself out of the lustful haze to check on me. He was drowning in the pleasure just like I was. He’d been overcome by it. I told him what to do and he wanted it as bad as I did, so he was going to do it without questioning.
   Per usual, he did something I wasn’t expecting.
   He leaned down, wrapped both arms under my lower belly so that he was hugging me tightly from behind, and he yanked me up from the mattress. I sat up straight in his lap, and as I looked down my body, I saw his bulging thighs between mine. I braced my knees on either side of his and, not knowing what to do with my hands, I reached around to hold onto his biceps.
   Chuck slammed himself up into my ass and pulled me down at the same time, causing me to cry out. I’d felt a twinge of discomfort that might’ve been laced with a bit of pain, but mostly, it just felt amazing. “Oh God YES!”
   He repeated it over and over and over again, shoving himself into me hard. “Sarahh! Ahhh! Fuck, it’s so good! Hnng!” He opened his mouth against my shoulder as he fucked my ass, letting out a delicious growl, and then I felt one of his arms unwrap from around my torso, his hand blanketing my breast and squeezing it tightly.
   “Fuck yes,” I gasped, letting out a high pitched yelp as he slammed into me particularly hard. Any amount of discomfort and pain was gone now, replaced only with the most overwhelming pleasure I thought I’d ever felt in my life.
   And I felt his tongue run along the blade of my shoulder. Suddenly, his teeth clamped down. Not hard. Just enough to make me feel it. And I immediately reached back and slammed my hand onto the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair.
   “Do it again!” I gasped. He’d just bitten me. Oh God, he bit me. This couldn’t get any hotter.
   When he bit me again, a little harder this time, I tugged on his curls and heard him wince as his head was yanked back.
   Chuck then pushed us both up so that we knelt straight up and he tightened his arm around my waist, holding me still as he surged up with hard, fast thrusts. I could hear his cock slamming into my ass now, so strong and thick. And the throbbing of my sex could only be described as ecstasy. If he gave me much more pleasure, I’d surely explode.
   But I didn’t stop him.
   I fucking wanted that explosion.
   As if he could read my mind, Chuck pressed his fingers against my groin, just an inch above where my clit was, and he teased me, pushing hard in time with his powerful thrusts into my ass.
   “Yes yes yes,” I panted. “Fucking do it. Please, Chuck! Please, do it!”
   His fingers slid over my clit then, and maybe he was getting better at multitasking, because he began to rub it hard, without changing the way he fucked my asshole. I did clench this time, because I couldn’t stop myself.
   And I reached up with the hand that wasn’t tangled in his curls to play with one of my nipples. I could feel how close I was. I was just on the edge.
   “Chuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped. “Make me come!”
   His teeth closed over my shoulder again, and my orgasm crashed over me. I didn’t feel my cum drip out of me like usual, though. Because Chuck moved his fingers to slide into me just as I came, pumping them quickly and curling them to press against my g-spot. No, instead, I heard a sound that I’d never heard before, and I felt my cum squirt out of me.
   I could feel him tensing behind me, and as in awe and surprised and overcome by ecstasy as I was, I just managed to say over my shoulder. “Come in my pussy.”
   He pulled out of my ass and let me go. I hadn’t realized just how powerful my orgasm had been, because I couldn’t support myself when his arm moved from where he’d been holding me up. I fell to the bed and rolled onto my back. He crawled over me, breathing hard, his hand wrapped around his own cock and pumping fast. And then he lowered himself between my legs and pushed his hot, aching dick into my pussy.
   Chuck thrusted into me roughly, his breath hot and wet against my neck. I listened to him grunt, my pussy still aching with orgasm, our juices mixing from when he’d literally made me squirt. It didn’t take long before he twitched inside of me, his body tensing, and then I felt his hot seed burst. I moaned as he whimpered my name, sliding my hands down to squeeze his ass cheeks, pulling him against me over and over until he emptied himself.
   And when he finished, he literally threw himself onto his back next to me and breathed hard, grunting, covering his face with his hands. All I could do was blink at the ceiling, sure I’d just reached the very peak of sexual pleasure. There was no way anything would ever be better than that was. It didn’t matter whom I ended up with, whom I eventually married, if I started a family with some guy I had yet to meet, or if a literal sex god waltzed into my bedroom.
   This was it.
   This was the pinnacle of sexual success.
   And I was going to remember how this felt for the rest of my life.

Notes: Sex marathon to be continued. Thanks! Lemme know what y'all think. Hopefully the next chapter doesn't take as long as this one did.
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