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I watched the bedpost shift and thump against the wall of my bedroom over and over again. I focused on the rhythmic beat of it, stared at the small knick in the paint on the wall. Because if I didn’t focus on that, the feeling of Chuck underneath me, his cock surging in and out of my pussy, would overwhelm me and I’d lose all sense of control completely.
   We’d spent a few minutes wrestling on top of my bed, and he made me laugh, trying in vain to pin me down. I had combat training and knew how to get out of his inexperienced holds. And every time I got him pinned, he’d try flip me onto my back again. I finally started letting him. Because it was fun. Because it felt good having his hips pressed into mine, his weight on top of me.
   It had quickly transitioned into sex. Just like most things did when it concerned Chuck and I.
   Now that I had him beneath me, I wasn’t letting up. Not even for a second.
   I rocked back and forth on top of him, holding onto the headboard for dear life, using my grip to make my thrusts harder. My thighs started to protest, however, and I switched to bouncing. Rough, fast…and loud.
   The bed thumped and creaked, on top of the loud repetitive banging of the bedpost hitting the wall. I heard the springs straining, bouncing along with me under our weight. I knew I couldn’t keep this up forever. We’d already fucked so much in the last two days and my muscles would be feeling it by Monday. But I just couldn’t stop.
   I needed him.
   When I found my legs couldn’t handle much more in this position, I stopped and swung my leg over, letting him slip out of me. He furrowed his brow at me in confusion, a little concerned even.
   “My legs are tired,” I panted a little lamely.
   “Oh,” he panted back, pushing himself to sit up. “Want to rest?”
   I could see in his face that he didn’t. And he probably wasn’t even aware of it. If he was aware, I knew he would’ve tried to hide it otherwise. I didn’t want to rest, either, but my legs did need a break.
   Instead of calling it quits altogether, though, I had another idea. And I hurried to lie down on my stomach, arching my ass off the mattress a little and shaking it with a smirk in his direction.
   He chuckled and groaned, smirking back, before I felt his weight against my legs and ass. His fingers slid down my sex from my asshole to my clit, rubbing it a few times, and then I felt the head of his cock rub against my pussy entrance.
   “Yes,” I whispered, shutting my eyes.
   And then he entered me again, pushing as deep as possible until his crotch was pressed hard against my ass cheeks. “Hard,” I gasped. “Fuck me hard.”
   He braced his hands up by my face, and then he swung his hips against my ass. I concentrated on the sensations, grunting softly, hearing the slap slap slap slap of his damp skin smacking against mine.
   I came hard a few minutes later, my legs twitching beneath his as I cried out for him.
   He finally crawled off of me, slipping his cock out from between my legs. And he let out a long breath. “Jesus.”
   “I know. My whole body is on fire in both a good way and a bad way.” I finished my statement with a proud and satisfied chuckle.
   “That sort of sounds like something a person says before a massage.”
   I lifted my head a little and looked back at him. “You want a massage?”
   “No,” he laughed, making a face. “I was offering to give you one.”
   “Mmmmm I’m not gonna say no to that,” I hummed, turning onto my back and bending my knee to slide my foot seductively along the sheets. I let one of my hands rest on my belly.
   “Well, technically you can’t. Since you told me you’d do whatever I asked. You didn’t forget, did you?” he added on when I lifted my eyebrows.
   “No.” But I sort of had. It was easy to forget the things you said in the midst of a sexual haze. “But no girl in her right mind would say no to a massage from a man who’s proven himself to be an expert masseuse.”
   He climbed down to hover over me, his elbows pressed against the mattress, his lips gracing my cheek. “You’re no girl, Detective Walker. You’re definitely a woman.”
   “Fine,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “No woman in her right mind.”
   “That’s more like it.” His lips were on my jaw then, moving down, covering my neck, sucking on my collarbone and then nipping at it. And crap, I was sure he’d leave a mark there. Oh well, I thought as he slid even lower, spending a ridiculous amount of time enjoying the taste of my tits. Not that I wasn’t enjoying his mouth sucking on my nipples, his fingers twisting around the hard nubs.
   This was exactly what my body needed.
   His torso surged away from me and he moved to straddle my hips, immediately reaching down to cover my breasts with his hands. He massaged them a little harder than I was prepared for, and I winced a bit.
   “Sorry…” He pulled his hands away. “Did I hurt you?”
   “No. Keep going.”
   He looked like he didn’t believe me for a moment, and then there was a look of trust on his face, a look I genuinely appreciated for what it was. He knew I’d tell him if I was hurting or uncomfortable. And until then, he would keep doing what he was doing. It made my heart beat harder underneath his hands. And I was a little self-conscious as I wondered whether or not he would be able to feel it against his fingers.
   My eyes slipped shut and I let out a deep breath, moaning softly. And then he moved his capable fingers up to rub my shoulders, then he dug his fingers into a few amazing pressure points in the crook of my neck and up where my head started. “Oh God,” I breathed. “That’s so good.”
   He moved his hand down to my left bicep and squeezed, and then picked up my arm with both of his hands and started massaging my muscles there. He moved up and down the arm, first working on my bicep, then rubbing my forearm, spending a lot of time on the inside of my elbow. He switched to the other side and I drifted off a little.
   I wasn’t asleep, just in a state of complete comfort and calm. I let my mind go completely blank. And it must have gone on for at least half an hour, before I finally looked down my body and saw that he’d moved lower, his fingers gracing my ribs just below my breasts, then tucking under to press into the grooves of my back muscles.
   “Fuck, you’re amazing,” I groaned, my voice hoarse with pleasure. He merely chuckled in response, moving his hands even lower.
   He skipped right over the triangle where my legs met and went straight for my thighs. God, the way his hands felt surrounding them, massaging them so expertly, lifting my leg off of the mattress and holding it without expecting me to even move a muscle. I started moaning as his fingers dug into my thigh muscles, moving all the way down to the back of my knee before kneading back up to my ass.
   Chuck swung himself onto the other side of me and started on the other thigh, then moved down to rub my calves, before switching over again to take care of the other one.
   He was a downright miracle. And his hands had to be tools of sorcery or something. I’d never felt anything so completely healing. I’d been shot in the leg before, when I’d just gotten onto the street in D.C., and I’d had to go through some physical training afterwards. I’d had to work the leg with the trainer, and then I’d receive massages afterwards. None of that, done by professionals at the highest level, had even slightly compared to how effective Chuck was.
   The ache in my legs was replaced by total comfort. My limbs were loose, and I was back to that place of satisfaction, without the pain and muscle strain.
   “What the fuck are you?” I moaned, laughing when he pressed his lips together and widened his eyes.
   “I’m just a guy who is really good with his hands, Detective Walker. Anything illegal in that?”
   I sniffed in amusement. “No. Although I wonder if what you just did to me should be considered illegal. It’s better than any of the illegal drugs out there.”
   “Well, thanks.” He paused. “I guess.”
   I laughed again.
   And when I pushed myself to sit up, I shrugged a shoulder. “You gonna do my back now?”
   “Wait, wait,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “I thought I was the one making requests here.” But then he grinned cheekily and grabbed me by my shoulder, making me lie back down on my stomach.
   He spent another half hour on my shoulders, neck, back, and my ass. It all felt so good that I could swear I felt a pulse in my crotch, right between my legs. Maybe it was just that his fingers were so close to my sex. I didn’t really know. I just wanted him.
   “Chuck,” I breathed, and his hands stilled. “Please. Please, I want to feel you inside of me again.”
   He didn’t say anything, he didn’t argue…He barely even hesitated.
   I felt him wrap his hands around my hips and give me a little tug. I heard the rustle of the sheets as he moved, and then he pulled me to the edge of the bed and turned me so that I was perpendicular to the mattress. I lowered my legs over the edge and braced my toes against the floor, grinning madly into the sheets as his fingers stroked over my slit, then spread it open.
   The tip of his still hard cock just barely entered me before it left again. I whimpered at the loss, and could practically feel how pleased he was by it.
   He did it again and again, pushing more and more of his cock into me each time, until he was fully sheathed inside of me. He fucked me from behind hard and fast. “Ah! Ah! Ooohh shit yes!” I whined. “Fuck me good, baby!”
   Chuck draped one hand over the small of my back and wrapped the other onto my shoulder to yank me back into his rough thrusts. “Ahhhhhh!!!” I cried out. “FUCK!”
   I couldn’t hold back. The expletives came out of me, loud and long. And when he reached up to hold onto my breast, his thumb flicking over my rock hard nipple, I practically yelled. His cock was thumping against my inner wall, so so hard.
   I was filled with the need to feel his seed inside of me. So I did my best to push my body up from the mattress, lifting myself so that I was on the edge of the bed on my hands and knees and I looked over my shoulder at him. I knew I had a feverish look on my face, desperate and furious.
   “Come inside of me,” I demanded, my voice strong. “I want to feel your cum paint my pussy.”
   His eyes widened a little, his lips stretching into an awed smile.
   “Did you hear me? Fucking do it.”
   Apparently, for the moment, I didn’t care about his requests. Maybe it was selfish, but I wanted that hot squirt of his semen in me. I loved the way it felt. I yearned for it. It was one of the things that made masturbating way less satisfying than having Chuck between my legs.
   He lifted his leg and propped his foot on the mattress next to my knee, leaving the other on the floor, and then he grabbed me with both hands on my hips. He fucked me hard and fast, our wet skin slapping so loudly that it almost drowned out our cries of pleasure.
   I felt him twitch, his fingers tightening on my hips, and then a wet heat spilled inside of me. Not once or twice, but three times. My name came out of his chest like a booming growl, followed by a strangled, “Ahhhh!”
   I was breathing so loudly, almost growling out my breath, that I nearly missed the sudden pounding at my door.
   “Were you…expecting someone?” Chuck panted behind me.
   On impulse, I reached back and gave him a gentle push so that he slid out of my pussy, and I crawled over the bed to grab my phone. I glanced at it quickly, fearing I’d see a bunch of calls and texts from the precinct. If there was an emergency, they’d send someone straight to my apartment and God, that was probably them slamming on my front door repeatedly.
   But no, there were no missed calls. And there was one text from Carina, calling the “effing couple” in line in front of her “a bunch of assholes” for taking so long to decide which coins to use to pay for their “fucking coffee”.
   I tossed the phone back on the nightstand.
   “Everything okay?”
   “I don’t think it’s my work, but I’m not sure.” I scrambled off of the bed, pushed my hair back from my face, and hurried over to grab a robe from my closet that went down to my ankles. Just in case.
   I didn’t have the presence of mind to tell him to stay in my bedroom, and instead rushed down the hallway, still trying to straighten my hair with my hand. I finished tying my robe shut and got on my tiptoes just as the person on the other side of the door slammed their fist against it again.
   “Miss Walker!”
   Thump thump thump.
“Open up! I know you’re in there, Sarah!”
   I saw my neighbor standing there, pushing her hair out of her face in a huff. She looked mad. Very mad. Oops.
   Rita Young had been living next to me for six months now, and we hadn’t gotten along from the moment she let her little chihuahua poop in front of my God damn door. She was in her late thirties, had an astronaut for a boyfriend (so she said, but I had a feeling he stared at computers and wasn’t actually being prepped for space), and was a nasty piece of work. She’d complained to the landlady a handful of times about me for the most idiotic things. And she’d even insisted to me once that she wasn’t afraid of my “little badge”.
   I turned and found Chuck standing in the hallway. “C’mere,” I mouthed, waving him over. He frowned a little, and I rolled my eyes, ignoring the thumping and the loud, “I know you are in there! I have had enough!”
   “Just my neighbor,” I mumbled to Chuck. “Want to be my co-conspirator for a sec?” I tilted my head and smirked.
   “Uhhh…wait…co-conspirator? What—What are you planning?” But I could tell he liked the look on my face. Also he was still very much naked. All the better.
   I rushed over to the couch, grabbed a pillow and flung it at him. He caught it reflexively and goggled at me as I went back to the door.
   “Just a sec. Cover yourself with that and I’ll do the rest.”
   “Are you opening the d—?”
   But he cut his panicked hiss off when I swung the door open wide, crossing my arms. “Rita.”
   Her anger fell to surprise, and then her eyes slid over my shoulder and saw what I assumed to be Chuck standing back there. “What. The. Hell. Is going on?” she asked in a low, dangerous voice.
   “What do you mean? Did you need some sugar or…?” Rita said nothing at all, just gaping.
   And then I felt Chuck close behind me, practically hiding behind me. I didn’t give him much of a warning, did I? Oops.
   “Because if not, we were sort of in the middle of something.”
   “Yes! I heard!”
   “Oh. Well, then why’d you come over here? That’s sort of rude.”
   “What’s rude is I can hear it through the walls!” she exclaimed, gesturing down the hallway toward her apartment. At least she was hissing somewhat quietly. I didn’t exactly want my other neighbors in on this. There was a sweet older couple who sometimes invited me in for tea. He liked telling me the same stories about the war. And I liked hearing them. I didn’t want them to see me any differently.
   “Oh. Were we interrupting the latest episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians?”
   “That’s on tomorrow! So, no!”
   “Oh. Well…thank you for bringing it to my attention.”
   “Will you shut up then?”
   I glanced over my shoulder at Chuck, took in his wide-eyed look, and was suddenly struck by how hard he was attempting to play it cool. This was embarrassing for him, I knew, and he was feigning indifference, and he maybe even looked a little annoyed. I wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t directed at me.
   But he was absolutely the sweetest…
   The game was over. I no longer cared about Rita Young. I didn’t care if she complained to Irma, my landlady. And I turned to Chuck and kissed him solidly. I thought for a second that he dropped the pillow, but it didn’t matter because I was pressed up against him, blocking him from Rita’s view.
   I felt Chuck’s hand grab my ass and I yelped into the kiss. I heard a growled “Forget it!” behind me, and I reached back with my foot to slam the door shut.
   When we finally pulled away, I winced a little. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I shouldn’t have exposed you like that, but she’s constantly finding reasons to frustrate me. Her dog took a shit in the hallway in front of my door once. She’s complained about my plants out on my balcony. They were ‘too fragrant’,” I said, doing the bunny ears. “I had the TV on too loud once. Another time, I was hanging up my paintings too loudly. It’s always something and I wanted to…” I winced again. “I’m sorry.”
   Chuck just blinked. “Was this planned?”
   “Huh? No. Of course not.”
   “So you just…came up with that out of the blue then? Because that was some impressively quick thinking. She was piiiiiiiiiiissed.” And then he paused, wrinkling his brow. “And for the record, I was actually…pretty embarrassed. Um. Besides you, nobody has seen that much of me in…uh, let’s leave it at awhile. Because if I give you any more detail than that, I’ll look really lame.”
   I grinned. “Chuck, we’ve been fuck buddies for a couple of months now. The best sex of my life has happened in those couple of months. Trust me, no matter how long it was that you hadn’t had sex before we met, I wouldn’t think you were lame. Nothing about what you’ve done to me in just the last two days has been lame.”
   He grinned back. “Well. Good. Uh, for the record though, I’d like your mean neighbor to never see me almost naked again.”
   “Deal.” And then I smirked a little. “I think you deserve something of your own for playing along with my stupid shenanigans.”
   “They weren’t that stupid,” he said with a shrug. I gave him a look through my eyelashes. “I mean…Wow, they were really stupid. So stupid. I definitely deserve something. For sure.”
   I giggled and untied the robe, sliding it off of me, and letting my eyes drift down his naked body. He hummed happily, looking at my body, and then he bit his lip and gestured with his head towards the bedroom.
   With a nod, I let him lead the way. Mostly because I wanted to see his ass.
   I made him lie down on the bed on his back, and then I crawled over to straddle him. I thought maybe I’d surprised him when I started rubbing his chest and shoulders, instead of grinding on his cock to make it hard or whatever else he’d been expecting.
   He gave me the best massage of my life. So I’d do my best to return the favor.   Chuck just laid there happily, letting me get the kinks out of his shoulders, growling as my fingers kneaded down to his abdomen, over his waist, and back up to his arms. I took my time, digging my thumbs into his muscles, smiling at how often he groaned and growled. Not to mention the soft whispers of my name.
   It probably helped that I’d since lowered my weight so that his cock was wedged up against the lips of my sex. It was really turning me on, especially since I hadn’t finished when he did, before fucking Rita tried to break my damn door down and interrupted us.
   I wiggled my hips a little and earned a groan, just barely holding back a soft whimper of my own.
   Chuck opened his eyes again and took me in, and then his amber gaze rested on our groins pressed together.
   “Tell me what you want,” I said. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
   “Anything?” he growled, his eyelids fluttering.
   “God, yes,” I whimpered, because he slid against me in a particular way that felt amazing. “Anything.”
   His hands clamped down on my hips and stopped me from wiggling again. My eyes snapped open and I looked down at him. He looked a little unsure, like maybe he was going to ask me for something he didn’t know would be welcome.
   I immediately wanted to dispel his fears. We trusted each other, didn’t we?
   “Chuck, anything. Seriously.”
   His tongue wet his lips and then he looked down at my sex. “I want you to get yourself off.” I practically gaped at him, but then I warmed, a smile growing on my face as I reached between us to curl my fingers around his cock.
   I knew how much he liked when I touched him, so I was a little confused when he quickly took my hand and pulled it away from his dick. “Wait. I want you to do it on me, without using this.” He slid his fingers around his cock and then let go.
   This time I knew I was gaping. He wanted me to dry hump myself to orgasm without using his cock. I assumed this meant my own hands were off limits as well. It was like a game. A game of wits, I supposed. And it was incredibly hot. I could tell he was a little shy about his request, unsure about whether or not I’d be uncomfortable.
   “Yessir,” I finally said, my voice quiet and deep. I needed him to know how turned on I was by his request. Masturbating in front of him was a rather new concept, one I was maybe a little shy about. But this was somewhat different wasn’t it? Since I was using him.
   I didn’t know—it was rather complicated.
   And I really didn’t have to think about it so hard, did I?
   Inwardly shaking my head at myself, I climbed off of him and surveyed my options. I could always sit on his mouth and make him eat me out, but that was a loophole he probably hadn’t realized he’d left for me. I wouldn’t make him pay for it. There had to be some other part of him—something I could grind myself on that wasn’t his penis.
   I smirked a little, having found a pretty good option I thought, and I met his gaze. He looked curious, probably wondering what I was planning on doing. I’d bunched pillows up between my legs before, grinding myself on them until I came. This would be the same sort of thing, except it would be better.
   “Turn over,” I said.
   The look on his face turned a little wild and he did as I asked, craning his neck to glance over his shoulder. He obviously wanted to see what I was going to do.
   I reached over him and braced my palms on either side of his shoulders, then lowered my weight onto him, lying on his back, purposefully grinding the hard points of my nipples against his muscles, leaning down to take his earlobe between my teeth and suck on it teasingly. “Good boy,” I whispered, and I felt him shiver underneath me.
   And then I scooted down his body and sat directly on top of his ass. Of course. Because it was, after all, the one part of him—besides that part—that I appreciated the most. I stretched my legs out on either side of his, angled my torso up and away from him, and gripped the pillow he was using in my fists, planking on top of him.
   Then I gyrated myself against his ass cheek, making sure I rubbed my clit along his muscle, letting out a soft gasp. I hadn’t expected it to feel this good.
   “Oh God, Sarah. Yes.”
   “You like this?” I asked, grinding myself slowly against his ass.
   “It’s so hot,” he whimpered.
   I gripped onto his shoulder, dug my knees into the mattress, and arched myself to drag my clit up and down, up and down. I pressed myself against him even harder, and started thrusting, making sure every part of my sex felt his hard glutes.
   “Clench your ass,” I ordered as he growled at the feeling of my wetness grinding against him.
   I felt him clench his ass, the muscle so pronounced as I rocked against it, my clit dragging. “Ahhhh yes!”
   I moved my legs then, bending my knees up by his hips and perching on his ass, sitting straight up. And I let my full weight rest on his ass. I scooted a little so that I could hold onto the small of his back, the mound of his ass pressed against my sex, and I began to thrust hard and fast, clenching my own ass to feel the sensations.
   I’d never ridden someone’s ass before, and I found I liked it. Not that I’d ever thought about it before. But this was fucking amazing. He managed to time clenching his ass perfectly opposite of my thrusts so that his cheeks rose up to meet my sex with every stroke.
   “Fuck I love your ass,” I whimpered. “This is so hot!”
   He chuckled and reached up to hold onto the headboard. I noticed that he was thrusting himself down into the bed, and he looked like he was fucking the mattress. It made me so wet, I was slipping and sliding over his ass, holding onto him so tightly as I ground my crotch against him, trying so hard to come.
   “Ah! Chuck! It’s close. I feel it,” I gasped.
   I pressed my hands against his back then and starting swinging my hips down, slapping my sex against his ass over and over and over. It was just a slight stinging sensation, but it was exactly what I needed to get me close to the edge.
   Just one more hard, long thrust, dragging my clit and labia up his crack, my own ass clenched…and I came, my body quivering over his as I rocked into him to make it last.
   When I recovered, I pushed myself off of him and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping his ass down and gently cleaning the excess cum from my thighs.
   Chuck’s eyes were flashing as he sat up, and I only had a moment to realize what he was going to do before he took my face in his hands and kissed me.
   However, it wasn’t just a kiss. It felt like he was on fire. Like what we’d just done had lit a flame inside of him and he needed me. Somehow I unconsciously knew what he needed. And I studiously ignored his hardness (apparently he had been fucking my bed and God that turned me on so much), pulling away from the kiss and gently easing him down onto his back.
   Chuck licked his lips, staring at my body, ready for me to mount him. But I didn’t.
   “I’m not through with you yet,” I said, and I turned my back to him, lifting his leg to bend it at the knee, bracing his foot against the mattress. I straddled his right leg, my knees pressing to the bed on either side of his leg, and I grabbed his thigh just above his knee with both hands.
   I quickly began to drag my sex up and down his thigh like it was a pole. It was perfect. I could pull it in even closer to my sex, hold it there, and fuck it like a wild woman. Which is exactly what I did.
   Chuck groaned behind me, his hands everywhere. On my hip, my waist, my thigh, grappling at my back, shoulders. He even gave my hair a gentle yank that had my head snapping back a little, causing me to gasp and let out a breathless giggle.
   God, he got kinky sometimes and I loved the hell out of it.
   I hunched over his knee, dug my own knees into the mattress, pressed his thigh against my pussy hard, and rubbed myself against his leg. I moved faster, put more strength into it, ground my sex against him, and finally I could feel another climax approaching.
   He must have been able to see it in my body, the way I tensed, because he started mumbling encouragements, his fist still tangled in my hair.
   Suddenly he sat up behind me, his chest against my back, starting to push his leg against me, pulling my head back by my hair and kissing my neck, even nipping at the skin with his teeth so that I gasped.
   “Come for me, baby,” he said in my ear. And then he wrapped his other arm around my torso and held me as I ground my pussy against his thigh one last time, my thrust hard and tight.
   I came, turning my face into his hair, letting out a strangled cry.
   And then I fell back against him and let him cradle me as he laid back down and brought me with him.

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   There had to be some science to it, something we’d figured out without even realizing it.
   But the sex continued throughout the day with a few pauses here and there. “Refueling” Chuck had called it. He had this way of gulping down an entire glass of water in less than fifteen seconds, and when I asked where he’d learned that, he told me that he’d been in a frat in college.
   To say I was shocked was an understatement. But I decided not to ask questions.
   Instead, we’d buried ourselves in one another, exploring, pushing limits…
   His fingers pinched my nipple suddenly and I gasped, pushing myself down against his groin and rolling my hips, riding him in reverse cowgirl. Another orgasm spilled through me and I moaned, letting my head fall back as I squeezed his legs just below the knees.
   I glanced back over my shoulder at him as he slumped against the pillows and chuckled breathlessly, his hands gripping my hips tightly. And then he shifted one of his hands to stroke the backs of his fingers up to my shoulder and back down to my waist again.
   I just stayed where I was for a bit, letting my head hang forward, my limbs loose, the tension I’d had in my shoulders a few days ago gone now. Sex was a miracle. I was convinced. Or maybe it’s just good sex. Because the sex I’d had with men before Chuck hadn’t been like this. Bryce hadn’t been like this.
   That wasn’t to say I hadn’t had good sex before. Because I had.
   But something happened between Chuck and I when we came together. We made one another better. We wordlessly raised the bar almost every time we met for sex. And this weekend marathon had done wonders so far.
   I finally lifted myself out of his lap and swung my leg over, flopping onto my stomach next to him, burying my face in the pillow.
   “I’m thirsty,” I muttered, pushing myself up to my elbow and peering down at him. “Want somethin’? I’ve got water, beer, coffee, there might be some milk but I’ll have to do a smell test, not sure how good it is.”
   “Eeew. Milk?”
   I shrugged. “Just giving you options.”
   “That’s like how when we were kids, Morgan and I would be playing cowboys out in the yard behind his house, and when we went inside to quench our thirst, he’d gulp down this big ol’ glass of milk.” I made a face and shook my head. “Yeah, I know. Even when I was a kid, I was like noooooooo.”
   “Okay, so no on the milk.”
   He chuckled.
   “Water?”
   “Water’s probably our best bet,” he said, wrinkling his nose.
   “Yeeah. I’ll go get some.”
   For once, he didn’t offer to get it himself or jump up before me and force me to stay in bed. He just nodded and squirmed to get more comfortable in bed, pulling the sheet up and over his lower half. I could see the tower under the sheet that was his erection still, and it made me smirk as I walked down the hallway, still tugging a shirt down over my torso.
   I swung past the laundry basket and picked out a clean pair of panties from when I’d done laundry a few days earlier. I wasn’t great about putting my laundry away once it was done. I hung up the things that needed hanging up, but I’d leave the folded stuff for a day or two.
   I pulled the panties on and went into the kitchen, making quick work of getting two glasses of water.
   The rain had started up again outside, I noticed. I was glad we’d gone to get take out for dinner an hour ago, rather than waiting like we’d considered doing. That would’ve been a bitch to lug our food through.
   “Hey.”
   I turned away from the sink and saw Chuck peeking out from around the hallway corner. “Impatient,” I teased. “I’ve got your water right here.”
   Chuck shook his head and gestured back down the hallway with a flick of his head. “You gotta come hear this.”
   I furrowed my brow in confusion and crossed the kitchen to duck into the hallway and follow him back to my bedroom. I couldn’t help letting my eyes fall to his ass as he walked. “Hear what?” I asked.
   “Vengeance…It’s almost sad.”
   “Vengeance? What are you—?”
   But I stopped as I got into my room, because it was pretty obvious what he meant. My jaw fell open as I heard a loud “OHH YESSS!” from the other side of the wall. It was followed by the loud thump of someone’s fist hitting the wall hard, causing the shade on my lamp to rattle.
   I turned to Chuck and made a soft sound of annoyance. “She’s really trying to annoy me with loud sex right now?”
   “Or just…make you so sick that you decide to move out?” he offered unhelpfully, shrugging.
   A rabid growl came through the wall and repeated thumping. “VINCENT!” my neighbor cried out, punching the wall again. “Yes, this sex is SO GOOD!”
   Chuck burst out laughing, clamping his hand over his mouth to try to control himself. I started laughing as well, because his laughter was infectious, but also because this was so ridiculous. “Did you just hear that?” I asked between the laughter.
   “Yes, this sex is so good!” Chuck mimicked in a high pitched voice.
   “I’m glad she’s letting me know. Really, I am.”
   “Are you?” he chuckled.
   “Absolutely not. Rita Young is effectively a freak.”
   “AHHHHH!!!!!!” we heard.
   “Yes. Yes, I think she might be.” Chuck sent me a look and I let out a bubble of laughter, sniffing and shaking my head.
   “YES AN ORGASM! MY CLIMAX! OH! OH! OH!” she emphasized it by thumping her fists against the wall.
   I nonchalantly took a sip of my water and passed the other glass to Chuck simultaneously.
   “Oh, thanks,” he chirped, taking his glass and gulping down about half of the water inside of it. “So, call me crazy if you wanna, but I was thinking…”
   “Oh, God. I hope you’re not thinking what I’m thinking.”
   “I might be.”
   “What are you thinking?”
   “We won’t really hear them if, uh…if we’re…”
   “You are thinking what I’m thinking.” I set my glass down on the nightstand with a loud thunk and spun on my heel to look at him, determination in my face. “Loudest wildest sex ever?”
   He widened his eyes, pressed his lips together, and blew his cheeks out. Then he snapped out a quick, “Yep. Let’s do it.”
   I giggled giddily as he grabbed me by my hips and practically tossed me onto the bed so that I bounced on the mattress. Then he leapt on top of me, kissed my neck, and slid down quickly so that his face was lined up with my sex.
   “Wait, wait,” I rushed, already breathless just thinking about what he obviously meant to do to me. “Against the wall.”
   I knew he was laughing at me as he climbed up next to the bed and pulled me up to stand in front of him. And as he turned to go to the wall through which we could still hear Rita screaming about an orgasm that I highly doubted was actually happening, I reached down to smack his ass to admonish him.
   Chuck sent me a look over his shoulder, and then he grabbed me and pressed me up against the wall. He was on his knees in front of me then, sliding my panties down my legs so that I could step out of them.
   “Hold on,” he muttered, sending me a mischievous look, before he hoisted me off of my feet, pinned me to the wall, and lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders. I cried out loudly as he buried his tongue inside of my pussy.
   He was going to town on me, and the loud, annoying screaming I meant to do through the wall was instead a whining whimper of his name. My plans flew out the window and instead I was sincere in my words and tone.
   “Oh!” I yelped as he sucked on my slit. “Yes, Chuck!”
    The fingers of one hand tangled in his curls, tugging, enjoying the slight wince in his face, but then he dove in with a fury and I cried out. My head thumped against the wall. I heard Rita’s voice carry through. She’d said something I didn’t care about because I was too busy focusing on the feeling of Chuck eating me out.
   “Fuck!” My other fist slammed against the wall beside my hip. “God, I love your tongue inside of me,” I panted. “But I want your cock. I want it so bad.”
   He teasingly nibbled on my clitoris, licked just once more up my slit, and quickly but carefully lowered my feet back to the floor. And then he stood tall in front of me and grabbed me by my waist, lifting me easily off of my feet and holding me against the wall.
   Actually, he slammed me against it.
   It wasn’t anything that rattled my brain or hurt me, but they had to have heard it on Rita’s side, even through her disingenuous howling.
   And the buzz between my legs was accompanied by wetness at the way Chuck’s eyes flashed. It was the look he got when he was going to be rough. I loved that look. It got me so hot.
   I wrapped my legs around his hips, crossed my ankles, and begged against his cheek. “Give it to me hard, baby.”
   His fingers rubbed at my slit, making me even wetter, and then he guided himself into me, holding onto my hips as he eased me all the way down until he was pushed inside of me as deep as he could go.
   “Hold onto my shoulders,” he said, and I did, watching in awe as he tucked his arms under my legs and bent my knees back so that I was in the most exposed, vulnerable position I think I’d ever been in before. My pussy was his to claim, and I was just hovering there, pinned to the wall, unable to do anything but just hold onto his strong shoulders.
   He slapped his hips against mine so that I bounced, my backside thumping against the wall. He did it again. And again. And again. Until finally he worked up a quick rhythm, bouncing me on his cock, making sure I hit the wall each time I surged away from him.
   “Ah! Fuck, it’s so deep,” I gasped. And then I turned my face so that my lips were close to the wall. “Harder!” I begged. “Harder, baby! Yes!”
   Chuck stepped back from the wall a little and hunched forward, pressing his lips to my chest, his tongue wetting the cotton over my nipple. His hands splayed on my lower back as he slid me even further onto his shaft, our sexes pressed tightly together. And then he fucked me hard and fast, our bodies slapping.
   “Hnng! Hnnnnggg!! Oh yes, Chuck! Nng nng unng!!”
   He whimpered against my tit and looked up into my face through his eyelashes. He was too hot sometimes. And the muscles in his arms and back, the way his six pack was so defined as he fucked me…
   As fun as this was, as good as it felt, seeing him work this hard to give me pleasure made me feel like he was getting cheated, and more than anything, I wanted to put in as much work as he was putting in. It was only fair. And I loved the look on his face when I fucked him.
   “Bed,” I panted. “Put me on the edge of the bed.”
   His eyes flashed but he turned away from the wall quickly and hurried to set me on the edge of the bed like I’d asked, pulling his arms out from under my legs. I reached up to pull his torso down to lean over me at an angle and I wrapped my legs around his hips, hoisting my ass off of the mattress so that my groin was pressed flush against his. I propped myself on my elbows and fixed him with a glare.
   “Stay,” I commanded, pointing one finger up at him.
   He braced his palms on either side of my shoulders and did just that, watching in fascination as I started throwing my hips up against his, fucking him from underneath.
   “God, that’s so hot,” he breathed, staring as his dick disappeared into my folds, my hips gyrating against his gracefully. He moved one hand and spread his fingers on my lower belly, as if he wanted to feel my abdomen flexing as I thrusted against him. But then his thumb was pressed against my clit and my hips jerked up.
   “Ohh! Touch me!” I cried out. “Rub it, Chuck. Rub it ’til I come.”
   I started slamming myself up against him, then, my muscles crying out again like they’d done before his magical massage, but I kept going, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he rubbed my clit hard.
   Neither of us paid any more mind to the fact that the loudness on the other side of the door had finally diminished. We were too busy finding our own orgasms, doing our best to reach the highest peak.
   My muscles finally tired in the difficult position I’d gotten us into, and I just wanted the climax that was on the horizon. I could feel it hovering there, but I knew I would tire before I reached it like this, so I lowered myself to the mattress again.
   “Fuck me,” I breathed.
   He pushed my left leg up so that my knee was bent up by my shoulder, and then he lifted his right leg to perch his own knee on the mattress. He was inside of me again, his hands on my hips, tugging me into him.
   Chuck yanked me against him repeatedly, shoving his cock deep into me, not slowing down until I came. I sat up just enough to reach around him with both hands and grab onto his ass cheeks, digging my nails into his skin, pulling him tight against me.
   I felt his seed release inside of me as he thrust one last time, and my name was on his lips. His whole body tensed, his cheeks red, a bead of sweat dripping down from his temple.
   I reached up to swipe at it with my thumb, and I stroked my hand down his face, grinning to myself as he lowered his weight on top of me and snuggled, still buried deep inside of me.
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   “Think I got you kicked out of your building?”
   “Not a chance,” I chuckled, shrugging my robe on the next morning.
   We’d spent much of the night teasing one another. He’d eaten me out, fingered me, fucked me, and I’d wrapped my lips around him, licked him pumped him in my fist, ridden him to town and back…
   It hadn’t gotten old. It was just so good.
   And I felt so wasted now, even after sleeping in well past 10.
   “It’s strange, ending this marathon,” he said, stepping into his jeans and pulling them up his legs. “Like when we had sleepovers as kids and our rides came to pick us up the next morning. That feeling of ‘awww maaaan’. Because the fun is over. Back to school the next day.”
   “Well, in our case…back to work,” I said. And I wasn’t going to say it, but I’d never had a sleepover like that. I’d never been invited, nor had I even stayed in one place long enough when I was a kid to have made friends well enough with someone for that.
   Then again, there’d always been Carina. When we’d stayed just long enough for me to form a bond with the sassy and protective redhead. A bond that hadn’t been broken, even years later. We hadn’t even had slumber parties—at least not when we were kids. As adults, I’d slept at hers and vice versa after going out some nights when we both needed to let off steam at the clubs. When she dragged me, that was.
   But it didn’t count when you were an adult, did it?
   I heard Chuck groan as he shrugged a button up over his shoulders and I turned to glance at him as I tied the robe shut. “What?”
   He walked into the adjoining bathroom and pushed the shirt off just enough to look at his back in the mirror. My eyes widened as I spotted the red lines all over his back. If this were a crime scene, they’d probably find his skin under my fingernails.
   I winced. “Sorry.”
   “I mean, it stings a little, but I’m not sorry. This is probably the sexiest thing ever. A little memento of our marathon.” He pulled the shirt back on and started buttoning it, sauntering back into the room towards me. “I must be pretty good, huh?”
   I smirked. “Mmmhm. Maybe next time you’ll find a few teeth marks on that fine ass of yours, too.”
   “Oooo, can’t wait.” He yelped as I reached around to swat his ass teasingly. “Careful,” Chuck said, lifting his pointer finger and raising an eyebrow. “I have to get out of here at some point, and if you do that, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
   “Oh, I’ll hold you responsible, alright. And I’ll punish you for ‘em.”
   He groaned and reached over to grab his cellphone and keys. “You’re making it really hard—” My eyes flicked down to his crotch. “—To leave. Let me finish, ya perv.”
   I laughed and shoved his shoulder.
   We both walked through the hallway and stopped at my front door as he stepped into his boots and put on his coat, flipping the hood over his head. It was still raining out there, but was supposedly going to clear up later on in the afternoon. Part of me wanted to ask him to stay a little longer. Maybe we could have lunch, maybe we could watch the rain.
   I nearly hummed as I remembered the way he’d positioned me last night—up against the cold glass door to the balcony, my palms and forehead pressed against it as he took me from behind. He’d done it on purpose so that I could watch and listen to the rain while he ground his dick into my g-spot. It had been one of the highlights of the night.
   But the marathon was over. And I had to let him leave.
   He kissed me softly at first, but then neither of us seemed to want to pull away, and it became heated. Just as his tongue swiped over mine, I felt his hand tuck underneath the robe and his fingers were pressed against my sensitive clit.
   “Oh!” I grinned, chuckling lustily. “I thought you were leav—” My words cut out as he rubbed my clit roughly. I clenched my ass, getting onto my tip toes, holding onto his biceps and letting him get me off with my clit.
   But then his hand was gone, he set a soft kiss to my lips, and he winked.
   Just before he ducked behind the door and shut it, he breathed a cheeky, “Think of me when you finish, huh?”
   And then there was nothing but a shut door, Chuck already skipping (probably) down the hallway towards the elevator.
   The asshole.
   I needed to relieve the pressure between my legs that he’d put there, and he’d known what he was doing by getting me to the edge without finishing me.
   Think of me when you finish, huh?
I was too keyed up to chuckle at his antics. But I wondered if he was going to be sitting in his car, driving home, thinking about me getting myself off after he left me this way. Probably. I wish I had the courage to call him up and let him hear.
   But I didn’t have the courage.
   Nor did I have the patience. I needed to feel my climax.
   I sat on the edge of the couch and opened up my robe, reaching down with both hands to touch my sex. Pulling my lips apart with one hand, I set my fingers to my clit with the other and starting rolling it in circles.
   I thrusted against my hand, opening my mouth and sighing heavily, whimpering. Think of me. I did. I thought of the way he felt inside of me, the way my name sounded on his lips when I rode him.
   And as I let the lips of my vagina collapse against the fingers of my other hand, I reached up to pinch my own nipple hard—imagining Chuck was doing it.
   I came once, and then kept going until I came again, and then I slumped back against the couch cushions and sighed, grinning like the cat who’d gotten the cream.
   When I picked up my phone a few minutes later, I sent him a quick text:
   I did think of you. Twice.

Notes: Let me know how you liked it! The next few chapters will be super plot heavy.
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