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Chuck Versus the Camcorder	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 15246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The tripod shrunk down to be about a foot taller than where his bed’s mattress was. There was a short discussion about which angle was best, and Sarah won out. She suspected Chuck let her win because of the show she’d just put on for him. God, of all the times she’d done that to herself while thinking of Chuck Bartowski, she’d never ever think for a million years that she’d end up doing it in front of him. And into a camera.
   But seeing him standing above her with one hand holding the camera, the other hand buried in his boxers sliding up and down his cock…She’d watched his face. The sight of her rubbing her nub vigorously coupled with the feelings from his own masturbation looked to be driving him absolutely crazy. And it had added to her own pleasure greatly.
   While the orgasm she’d given herself had been fantastic, she wanted him. She wanted his body against hers, his hard cock penetrating her. Her pussy full of Chuck meat. She just fucking needed him. But the camera was part of it, so she watched him expertly latch it onto the tripod now that it was at the perfect height.
   And while he looked through the camera to make sure he had it angled to where it would catch all the best parts of their love making, Sarah teasingly squeezed her breast and opened her legs wide.
   His passionate gaze lifted to meet hers as he raised an eyebrow and smirked, slowly going back down to shift the camera a little bit back and finally standing up straight. He clapped his hands together and grinned down at her. “Got it. It’s perfect.”
   “Good boy. Now take off those pants and get over here.”
   His eyes darkened and she felt excitement spike in her. And she watched closely as he took his clothes off, standing above her absolutely naked. She loved his body. He was so tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long arms, and big hands that were so warm and capable. He had muscle everywhere, even if it wasn’t as pronounced as other men she’d been with. He was strong. He’d proven it tenfold by carrying her limp body away from the bridge that night in Paris, and all the way back to the hotel. Casey had told her later that Chuck wouldn’t let anyone but the team medic touch her. When she was cleared, Chuck was left to watch over her while Casey and his team rushed the Ring director into custody.
   He was strong in so many ways. And he was hers in every way.
   Just like she was his. And she hoped when they played this recording back later, that all of this would come through.
   Chuck climbed over her body and she opened her legs even wider for him to fit between them. “Oh wait!” he breathed, and the buzzing feeling of anticipation dulled in her confusion as he climbed back over to the end of the bed. “I didn’t press record.”
   She snorted. “That defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”
   “Kinda,” he chuckled, reaching up to press record. The red light blinked and then stayed on, the signal that they were recording again, and he crawled back to her, fitting between her legs again. The way she’d ordered Chuck to set up the camcorder and tripod, it was pointed directly at his ass. That was what she wanted to see when they played the video back.
   She fantasized about a time in the future when she and Chuck would be on her bed fucking and she could turn her head to look at the TV and watch Chuck’s ass clenching as he drilled her. Just the mere thought of it made her so hot for him now.
   Sarah bent her legs and pressed her heels against the edge of the mattress, and then she reached up to cradle Chuck’s face, pulling him down to rest his weight on her as she kissed him slowly, arching herself against him sensually. The hair on his chest rubbed against her nipples as she moaned into the kiss, sliding one hand down his neck, over his shoulder, and all the way down his back until she had his ass cheek clutched in a tight grip.
   “Ah! Oh, Sarah,” he breathed against her lips. His eyes were flashing when she opened hers to look at him, and she gave his ass another tight squeeze, hoping he got the message. Fuck me.
He absolutely got the message. Because she felt the head of his cock tease her opening for only a moment, before he thrust himself into her fast and hard, burying himself to the hilt. She felt her body seize up as she let out a strangled whine, her hand that wasn’t on his ass grabbing the duvet at her hip and twisting in it.
   They met eyes for a moment, his golden gaze filled with question, and when she nodded he didn’t wait for even a second longer. He started moving back and forth, up and down. He lifted his torso from hers, angling himself and digging his knees into the duvet as he propped his hands beside her shoulders and made his thrusts harder, longer.
   “Oh yes!” she gasped. “Yes, Chuck!”
   He was breathing hard, but she knew it was from the pleasure and not from lack of endurance. Chuck had proved himself to be capable of marathon sex on more than one occasion since she woke up in Paris with him watching over her last month. She’d known it would be enjoyable, finally being with Chuck Bartowski physically, in the way she’d wanted to be with him even on their first date. But he’d exceeded her expectations. They both had. There was some sort of magical power that overcame them when they joined or something.
   And now his hand was grabbing her breast, kneading it as he used his strength to prop himself up with only one arm, still pumping his cock into her with as much power and speed as before. “Oh, you’re a god,” she panted. “You’re a fucking god! Ah! Shit!”
   “I’m your god, baby,” he replied, breathless. “I’m only yours.”
   Chuck paused for a second, before reaching down and thrusting his arm under her knee, lifting her foot off the mattress and bending her leg back, holding it there. Then he pushed his left knee under her right thigh, braced his left hand on the bed next to her torso, and started pounding against her from above, pistoning into her like a fucking pile driver.
   “Oh shhhhhit.” It felt so amazing. It felt so God damn good. She could feel every inch of him grinding against her inner walls. Sarah held onto his arm in one hand and put the other hand flat on his chest, feeling his heart racing under her palm as he worked to give her overwhelming pleasure.
   “Saraahh,” he groaned, and then he clung to her leg tighter, dug his knees into mattress, and sped his pace up, his pelvis smacking into her ass cheeks with a satisfying smack.
   Arching her back off of the bed, she moaned loudly, listening to the repetitive slapping sounds of their fucking and focusing on the hot, thick cock penetrating her pussy. She shivered with pleasure, gasping and whimpering until he finally slowed down and pulled his arm out from under her leg. Then Chuck lowered himself on top of her and grabbed onto the duvet over her head with one hand, the other wrapping around her hip. He slammed himself into her slowly, powerfully, taking his time, making sure to bury himself completely with each thrust.
   “Oh yes,” she gasped. “Nng, God that’s so good.”
   She curled her hand around the back of his head, sliding her fingers through his dark, soft locks, and holding on for dear life as he made his thrusts even harder. Each one lifted her heels off the mattress it was so powerful, and his jaw was clenched as he growled with every hard shove of his cock into her.
   The feeling of his cock inside of her, jamming into her walls with each thrust, accompanied with his chest grinding on hers, his body so hot and the smattering of hair rubbing against her soft skin and her nipples. And now his lips were teasing her earlobe. “You feel so good,” he breathed, his words hot against her ear. “You feel so good, baby.”
   “Ung!! Say it again, Chuck. Oh! Hnng! Call me that again!”
   “Oh, baby,” he whispered. “Babyyy,” he groaned this time. “God, I love you so much, baby!”
   And then as one, they decided the slow pace wasn’t enough. Sarah was half mad with lust, so she wrapped herself around him and pressed a hand into the bed, beginning to thrust her hips up to meet his. For his part, Chuck pushed his arms under her torso and held her close, wildly pounding his dick into Sarah’s center. “Oh fuck!” she gasped into his ear. It was rough and torrid, and she could practically feel the steam rising from their wild coupling.
   She could feel his body tightening up against hers and she knew he was probably close. Her own climax was creeping up on her. And it wasn’t until a minute later, when she felt him twitch against her that she knew she was there. “Come inside me,” she commanded. “I wanna feel it in me.”
   And she did, his hot seed exploding into her. They cried out together, clinging so tightly she was sure there’d be evidence of it later on one or both of their bodies. Sarah’s climax fell upon her like a pile of bricks. She shook with the power of it, each breath coming out in a long strangled whine, and she tilted her head so that the camera would catch the look on her face over Chuck’s shoulder.
   He didn’t stop, still arching his hips against hers, his cock plunging in and out of her as her sex walls rhythmically clenched around him. She felt him finally spill the last of his load inside of her and she moaned his name, reaching down to squeeze his ass cheeks with both hands.
   When they finally stilled a few minutes later, Chuck still deep inside of her, she felt his lips brush her ear again. “Sarah, you’re amazing,” he whispered. “Ohhh, baby.”
   She hummed and giggled, turning her face into his hair and stroking her hands over his skin. “That was so good.”
   He just matched her hum and she felt his voice rumble against her breasts. She squirmed a little, feeling her nipples harden a little more as she rubbed them against his hard chest. “Hey.” He pushed himself up to his elbows and peered down at her, narrowing his eyes with a smirk. “What d’you think you’re doing?”
   “Well the camcorder’s still going, isn’t it?” She slid a hand to his waist and thrusted against him, his penis sliding further into her. His eyelids fluttered and he let out a whimpering sigh.
   “We have to eat dinner, though.”
   Sarah was about to say she didn’t care, but then her stomach rumbled, cutting her off preemptively. Chuck laughed softly and pulled out of her, causing her to bite her lip to keep from whining reluctantly. “Ugh fine,” she groaned with a bit of a smirk.
   Chuckling, he got up and stopped recording. And even though Morgan was gone, making it perfectly safe to waltz about the apartment completely naked, Sarah moved to pick up her panties and slide them back up her legs, throwing Chuck’s T-shirt back on. When she turned to look, Chuck had his boxers on and was tugging a plain white tee over his shoulders, covering his muscled torso. She didn’t realize she was pouting until he smirked and shook his head, brushing past her to go to the kitchen.
   She followed behind him, stopping once they got into the kitchen, and watching as he opened the fridge and peered inside.
   They worked together for the next twenty five minutes, making breaded chicken breasts, asparagus, and salad. And finally they sat at the table across from one another, holding their glasses of red wine up and clinking them together. “To a romantic dinner,” Sarah said with a bit of a smirk.
   He snorted and she narrowed her eyes. “What’s that little snort about?” she asked.
   “Nothin’, I just…” He sighed. “I had this idea for tonight when I was driving home from dropping Morgan off.”
   “What idea?” She tilted her head and looked at him, the way his hair was mussed and his eyes soft and so beautifully golden. He was hers. Finally.
   “I was gonna invite you over and I was gonna dress all nice. Make you a dinner that we’d eat in candlelight. And it was gonna be really romantic. I was even going to wear a tie.”
   Her heart was so full as he smiled at her, and she grinned back. “A tie? For me? Wow, Chuck.” She laughed at the way he wrinkled his nose. They both knew how Sarah felt about Chuck in a tie. It was an aphrodisiac. It always had been, even in the beginning. Maybe it was the fact that he was so tall, or how lithe he was. The man made a suit look damn good. Better than any other man she’d ever seen. And the fact that he had been planning a romantic candlelit dinner was probably the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. And he was going to wear a suit and cook for her.
   In the month or so that they’d been together as a real couple, Beckman threw missions at them nonstop. So much so that the things actual real couples got to do had heretofore eluded them. Simple things, like going out on the town together, going dancing (not that Chuck seemed particularly interested in that), or simply having a romantic dinner just the two of them. It was eating on the go, eating with the Woodcombs, skipping meals for missions. They hadn’t even gotten to go on a stakeout together since they started dating for real—which would have at least sort of counted as a date.
   Granted, they’d made time for intimacy, even if on more than one occasion, that meant locking themselves in the supply closet of Castle while Casey kept himself busy with target practice…or shining the guns he used during target practice. Or sneaking out the back door of the Buy More and hiding themselves in the backseat of one of the Herders.
   Some of those times had been less romantic and more about getting their rocks off.
   Sarah looked down at the delicious food steaming on the plate in front of her. “Give me two minutes,” she breathed springing up from the table and rushing to the entryway table pressed against the far wall, pulling the drawer out and grabbing two long candles and their brass holders. She knew they were here because she made a point of knowing where everything was in Chuck’s residence. At the beginning it had been a part of her job, and she’d been a bit squeamish about invading his privacy like that. But now it was just something a girlfriend knew about her boyfriend’s place. Where are the plates, the mugs, the candles, the place settings, the silverware, the extra bedding, the towels…?
   She set up the candles in the middle of the table as Chuck moved to stand and grab the matches, but she hurried to his chair and placed her hands on his shoulders, keeping him in his seat. “Don’t you move a single muscle, Chuck. I got it.”
   Sarah kissed the top of his head and grabbed the matches, lighting the candles and going around the room to dim the lights so that they could still see their food and each other. But it was a much more romantic setting like this and it was at least part of what Chuck had meant for tonight to be.
   By the look on his face, he was more than happy with her efforts and he reached over the table to gently take her hand once she sat across from him again. “I love you. But you already know that.”
   “I do,” she said softly, squeezing his hand. And then they went to town on the food, Sarah eating enough to retain her energy, without filling up all the way. Chuck seemed to be doing the same, whether it was a conscious effort on his part or not. He didn’t get seconds or thirds like he usually did. Where he kept it all, she had no clue.
   It took almost two hours to eat, do the dishes, and put everything away. And by then it was nearly nine o’clock. Sarah let Chuck lead her to the couch where she sat down and and sank back against the red upholstery, expecting him to cuddle in right beside her. But he sat a few feet away, causing her to pout a little. What was that all about anyway?
   She needn’t have worried, though. Because her man reached down and grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs and pulling them onto his lap so that she had to swivel around to face him, lying long-ways on the cushions. “What are you doing?” Sarah asked in amusement.
   “Giving you a foot rub.”
   She raised an eyebrow and smirked.
   “Go on. Lie back and enjoy it.”
   Sarah fixed the pillows behind her and draped herself over the couch, letting her boyfriend massage her feet in a way only he could. Then again, she thought to herself, no one else had ever done things like this for her. Bryce would never touch her feet, let alone give her a foot rub. It was sex or nothing. As always, Chuck was different. He was infinitely better.
   “Oh God, you’re so good at that,” she breathed, looking up at him as his face lit in pride and happiness. He dug his thumbs into the bottom of her foot and she sighed, tilting her head back and squirming in bliss.
   Sarah wasn’t entirely conscious of what her hand was doing as she lifted it from where it clutched the cushion and put her palm flat on her belly over the T-shirt she wore. And then her hand was under the shirt, lightly teasing her own belly button.
   Biting her lip, she hummed as Chuck kneaded a particularly sensitive spot on her foot, her fingers gliding lower and lower and lower until she cupped her own sex over her panties. When Chuck rubbed her foot harder, faster, she tightened her grip and started sliding her fingers up and down over the damp material, pressing against her slit.
   And then the pressure Chuck was applying to her feet stopped. “God, you’re so hot,” he breathed, and then he was on top of her, climbing over her body, her feet forgotten as he lowered his weight and thrust his hips against hers. He kissed her hard and growled as she gasped, turning her hand that was pinned between them over to clutch at his penis under his boxers. “Ah! Oh my God, Sarah. I want you on top of me, baby.”
   “Mmm. Go get the camera. Go get it,” she whispered against his lips.
   He shook his head and started kissing down her face to her neck, grinding himself against her hand. So Sarah pulled her hand away, both of them actually, lifting them up beside her head. “Hmmnngg. Chuck. Baby. The camera.”
   With a half whine, half growl, he finally climbed up from the couch to his feet and gave Sarah a pretend look of exasperation. She giggled and watched him hurry into the hallway and disappear into his bedroom where they’d left the camcorder earlier.
   She had to admit, she hadn’t been expecting to be so turned on by having Chuck massage her feet…But the man was a god in so many ways, and he was so good at giving massages. But the way she’d felt that telltale tingle in her crotch, the one that said she was close to climax…That had never happened from a mere foot rub.
   God she must be horny tonight.
   And it was a good thing, too, because Chuck was suddenly beside her again with the tripod and camcorder in his hands. “Where’s it gonna go, then?”
   Sarah sat up and put her feet flat on the floor, wrinkling her brow in thought. “Maybe set it up just behind the coffee table. See how it looks.”
   Chuck did as he was asked, then opened the screen and looked to make sure it was right.
   It took a minute, but then he pressed record and stepped over the coffee table to immediately fall against Sarah and pin her to the couch back as she giggled with a soft squeal. His lips were all over her neck as she sighed in pleasure. “Ohhh, yes. Tell me what you want, baby,” she whispered in his ear, moving a hand up to tangle her fingers in his curls and yank gently.
   He grinned with a grunt, sliding his hand under her panties and giving her bare ass cheek a squeeze. Sarah whimpered and arched her hips against his, bumping him encouragingly.
   “I want you to ride me,” he said in a deep voice that made electricity shoot through her. And then he had her hips in his hands and he swung them both around so that he was sitting on the couch and she was straddling him, sitting in his lap.
   His arms wound around her body and trapped her against him as he kissed her passionately. Sarah held his face in her hands and kissed him back with everything in her, gyrating her clothed pussy against his covered cock.
   “Oh yes, baby. Yes,” he panted against her lips.
   “Nnng.”
   “Keep going. Keep going.”
   Neither made a move to divest themselves of their underwear. This just felt so good, dry humping her nerd. And he didn’t seem to mind, as he growled through a clenched jaw, his fingers tightening on her hips and twisting the material of his own T-shirt in his fists.
   She felt every last inch of his cock sliding against her, even with two articles of clothing between them keeping them from touching skin on skin. His groin was hot against her wetness, as she kept grinding herself onto him. Sarah tangled both hands in his hair and tugged his head back, kissing his neck hotly and jamming her crotch down.
   Chuck whimpered and bounced himself up against her. “Shit, Sarah…Oh hell yes.”
   “Hnng you like that, baby?”
   “Yeah. Yes! I do. Mmm!”
   “Look at the camera, Chuck. Look into the camera while I dry hump you,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck as she slowed down her thrusts and moved in graceful, fluid strokes in his lap.
   Chuck was staring into the camera over her shoulder like she’d asked, and the mere thought of what that probably looked like…God, the fun they were going to have with this video in the future.
   And then the pressure was building in her lower half. She could feel her climax approaching fast. “I’m gonna come,” she whimpered. “Touch me.”
   He did, shoving a hand under the shirt she wore and cupping her tit in his large palm, kneading her mound with his fingers. “That feel good?” he growled.
   “Fuck yes!” It was approaching so fast, so she sped up her pace, riding him harder. Her orgasm was so close, she could almost taste it. “I’m almost there, baby. Oh yes. Yes. Yes! Yesss!”
   She came, dripping all over her panties and getting cum on the front of his boxers, too. Sarah let her head lean all the way back, arching herself and holding onto Chuck’s shoulders, gently bouncing her sex against his very alert penis.
   When she was finally in command of her own senses, her sanity slowly returning, Sarah stopped her hips and sat fully on his lap, straightening up and looking into her nerd’s brown eyes. “Take off your clothes.”
   Sarah was buzzing for him as he gently pushed her to the side. She crawled off of him and slid her moist panties down her legs, kicking them off and lifting the shirt over her head. That ended up on the coffee table. And when she turned back to Chuck, he was arching his behind off the couch to push his boxers to his ankles, having already yanked his shirt over his head in that adorable desperate way that left his dark curls sticking up every which way.
   God she loved him so much.
   Chuck moved to lie back in the same place and position she was in to receive her near-orgasm-inducing foot massage, and Sarah got off of the couch to step over the coffee table and peek at the screen of the camcorder. She very carefully moved the whole tripod to the left a few inches so that it was focusing on Chuck.
   He smiled into the camera and she raised her gaze to his, smiling back, before checking to make sure it was still recording. Then she walked back around the coffee table and swung her leg over his body, crawling up to straddle his hips and bracing her knees against the couch cushions on either side of him.
   Sarah reached up to brace herself on the arm of the couch just above Chuck’s head and lifted her sex to hover over him. He reached between them and wrapped his fingers around his own dick, guiding it so that just the tip was inside of her.
   She slid down his pole slowly, sitting on his lap and gyrating her hips to get his thick cock as deep as possible. “You’re so hard,” she breathed, meeting his lust-filled eyes. “You’re so hard, baby.”
   “Just for you, Sarah. Just for you,” he panted, arching his hips into hers.
   She moaned and threw her head back, and then she leaned down to kiss him hard, their lips smacking and their tongues battling as Sarah began to ride him. She thrust her hips back and forth, back and forth, using her grip on the arm of the couch to make her movements fast and powerful. Pulling her lips away, she teased him, staying a few inches above him, grinning down at him as she rocked into his lap. “This good?” she panted.
   “Ooooh yeaahh. Hnngg.”
   And then Sarah gasped and grinned down at him as she felt the sudden sting of him spanking her perfect round ass. “Oh yes! Spank me again, Chuck. Do it again.” He did it again and she growled through her teeth. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”
   Chuck grabbed her ass in both hands then, yanking her onto his cock repeatedly. Sarah threw her head back again and gasped in ecstasy. He felt so amazing, and the look he was giving her…Like he couldn’t get enough. Like he would never get enough. And she knew the feeling.
   So well in fact that she started riding him even harder.
   Sarah lost control then, bucking wildly. Burying one hand in his hair, she growled, “Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Oh yeah. Take it like a man. Who’s my fuckin’ nerd?”   “I am,” he panted.
   “You’re mine!”
   “I’m yours, Sarah! I’m your nerd!”
   She moaned loudly and and moved her hands to his chest, arching her back forward and bouncing roughly into his lap. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Oh my God, this is so hot,” Chuck whimpered, craning his neck to look down his body at the sight of his own cock disappearing into her pussy.
   When Sarah came, it was explosive. She started arching herself into him, gyrating instead of bouncing, making sure to ride out her orgasm as best she could.
   But before it was over, Chuck surged up from where he lay and sat face to face with her. He kissed her passionately, tangling his hand in her hair and groaning, thrusting himself up into her sex over and over and over as her climax continued to pulse through her.
   And then Chuck flipped them over and pinned her to the couch. Oh fuck yes.
“Give it to me good, Chuck,” she said. “I want it rough.”
   He obliged, and as the waves of her orgasm slowly faded, Chuck Bartowski grabbed onto the arm of the couch and pounded into her so hard she squeaked. He did it again and again and again. All Sarah could do was stare into his face with her mouth open wide, focusing on the intense pleasure shooting through her.
   Chuck reached down to grab her legs and wrap them around his own waist. Sarah linked her ankles and gasped as his cock swept over her g-spot. “Oh shit. Right there, baby. Fuck me right there.”
   He made sure to hit her g-spot again with his next couple of thrusts and her entire body was on fire. Sarah tugged him down against her so that he buried his face against her neck, slamming his dick into her so roughly that the couch shuddered beneath them. “Hnng! Nng! Nng! Oh, fuck yes. Nng! Hnng! Unnggg Chuuuuck! Ah! Yes!”
   Then he was climbing to his knees, lifting her hips up so that he could prop her ass on his thighs, his fingers digging into her skin as he panted and leaned over her. With a strength that belied his tall, lithe form, he started thrusting his prick violently into her pussy, yanking her to meet his thrusts. Their bodies slapped loudly with each forceful meeting and Sarah blindly reached behind her to press her palm against the couch arm.
   This was everything. Chuck was everything.
   And when he leaned down to capture her nipple between his teeth, flicking at the pink nub with his tongue, Sarah came for the third time since they finished eating dinner.
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