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Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary: LAPD detective Sarah Walker never judged her best friend Carina for having sex buddies around town to satisfy her needs, but she also never thought she would take up with a sex buddy of her own. Will she be able to stay no strings attached with this new man in her life, the way Carina has advised her to? Will she be able to resist his charms outside of the bedroom?
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   Something tickled my nose as I came to. Something soft that smelled like fresh evergreen or something like that. Like a forest in the early morning. I squirmed a little, as I always did when I first woke up, and I felt my naked body rub against…another naked body.
   For just a split moment, I felt a bit of panic. There hadn’t been a man in my bed for over a year. But there was a man in my bed now. A man I didn’t know.
   And then I remembered his name was Chuck. He had a beautiful smile, fantastic shoulders, and long arms full of strength. His whole body was full of strength.
   And I smiled into his hair.
   He was lying in my bed facedown, his arms and legs akimbo. And I was lying half on top of him, my breasts pressing against his smooth, flawless back. The sheets were tangled at our legs and it was only when I opened my eyes to glance down our bodies that I realized the sun hadn’t even risen yet. The moonlight was still splayed against the far wall, coming in from my open shudders. How many hours of sleep had I even gotten? Three or four? Less than that? I didn’t know. And I didn’t want to stretch to look at the nightstand where I kept my clock.
   Then Chuck shifted underneath me. Chuck Bartowski. Who I knew nothing about except that he was an amazing screw. That seemed to be enough for now.
   Especially since we’d gone another three rounds before passing out on top of one another last night. I wondered how many hours we’d screwed in all. And yet, however long it had been didn’t feel long enough.
   With him underneath me, just now beginning to wake up, I felt that stirring in my lower half. My hand moved of its own volition, dragging down his arm to his hip and stroking up and down.
   Chuck grumbled and I felt it against me. When he was finally awake, I gently kissed him just under his ear.
   He didn’t say anything, just letting out an amused huff of air, before gingerly turning himself over onto his back. I had to quickly prop myself up to keep him from rolling onto me. And when he got comfortable enough, he tugged me back down on top of him, leaning up to nuzzle my chin with his nose.
   Neither of us said a word.
   I rolled my hips against his. I’d like to say it was unconscious, that my body was still reacting from last night’s numerous activities. But it was very consciously done. I wanted Chuck again. Especially now that I knew the name to call out in the throes of passion. I already had a few times last night once we’d exchanged names.
   He growled softly and smiled up at me. I loved that I was the one making him growl and smile like that. And I wanted it again, so I pushed myself against his cock a second time.
   Chuck sat up quickly then and I clung to him, my arms around his shoulders as I giggled at the sudden movement. My heart raced with adrenaline and I was wide awake, filled with desire once more. I stretched my legs out behind him and scooted into his lap all the way, sitting heavily on top of his penis and grinding myself into it over and over and over.
   “Ahhhh,” he let out in a strangled gasp, and then he leaned back a little, looking down between our bodies to watch intently as I gyrated against his lap, sliding my slit along the length of his cock over and over.
   But he obviously wanted more than that. He wanted to be inside of me. No foreplay.
   So before he could flip me onto my back and take control of the situation, I quickly used my arm around his shoulders to hoist myself up, reaching down with the other hand and wrapping my fingers around his cock. I quickly pumped my fist up and down to make it as hard as possible. He groaned, holding onto my waist, throwing his head back and blinking at my ceiling.
   I guided him to my entrance and lowered myself back to sit as heavily on his cock as I could, even jerking my hips a little to make sure it was all the way inside of me. “Mmmm Chuck,” I hummed, leaning in to kiss his lips languorously.
   I just got the feeling that neither of us were in the mood to take this slow. We’d both just woken up in the early hours of the morning, before the sun was even out, lust in our minds and controlling our bodies.
   So I leaned back, bracing my hands against the mattress on either side of his thighs, and I started gyrating in earnest, my hips rolling so that his cock stroked the front wall of my vagina.
   “Ohhh!” he groaned, his head slumping forward as I strove to get myself to an orgasm again, moving quick and hard on his lap. I sat up a little and reached up to wrap my hand around the back of his neck, using it for leverage so that I could move faster and harder.
   “Hnnng Chuck,” I whimpered. “Oh God, yeah. Yes yes yes oohh God!”
   I felt the head of his cock meet my g-spot and I trembled in pleasure.
   “Right there,” I gasped, meeting his gaze. “Keep going.”
   He did, starting to meet my thrusts by bouncing his hips up into mine.
   This was so good.
   I felt greedy for wanting more, but I sat up to press my breasts into his chest anyways, kissing his lips for a moment, before I grabbed his arms in both hands and started bouncing in his lap.
   The sound of our bodies meeting, a juicy slapping sound, sent waves of lust through me. I cradled his head, pulling his face against my collarbone, still bouncing in his lap, feeling his cock slam into me. “Yes,” I whined, throwing my head back. “Oh God, yes Chuck. Yes!”
   “Sarah,” he gasped against my collarbone, and an electric shock went through me. My name on his lips. Why was that so fucking hot? It was just my name. And he was just a guy. An extraordinary guy.
   I shifted my legs then, bending them beside his hips, pressing my knees into the mattress and holding his face in both hands. Panting, I dove in to kiss him, gyrating in his lap, whimpering as I felt his hard dick move inside of me.
   When I pulled back a little to look into his eyes, I could see that he looked a little concerned for just a second and he looked down between our bodies at where we were joined. I was a little confused, and almost stopped riding him to see what was wrong, but then he shoved his hand between us and I felt his fingers glide over my clit.
   Shocked by the action, I jerked my hips and gasped. “God, Chuck!”
   As I rode him even harder, my thigh muscles aching a little, Chuck rubbed my clit vigorously with two fingers, arching his ass off the mattress to shove his dick further into me.
   I clenched my ass and thrusted long and deep, feeling my climax approaching. “Oh come onnn,” I whimpered. “Come on, Chuck. Almost…almost there,” I panted, grabbing onto his hair in both hands.
   He growled through gritted teeth, rubbing my clit harder and jerking his cock up into me. Then he reached up with his free hand to blanket my breast, using his grip to push me back at an angle. It made my thigh muscles stretch a little uncomfortably, but his cock immediately pressed against my g-spot.
   “That’s it!” I yelped. “Oh yeaah!”
   He slammed his penis into my g-spot over and over, massaging my breast in one hand and playing with my clitoris with the other.
   I came hard, so hard that stars danced before my eyes and I had to shut them tightly, still thrusting against him, trying to get everything I could out of my orgasm.
   That was when I felt him twitch under me and that liquid heat surge up into my caverns. “Ahhhhh, Saraaah,” he gasped, pulling me back up against him and cradling me close, burying his face against my neck.
   When he’d emptied himself completely, he flopped back against the mattress, taking me with him so that I was lying on top of him, straddling his hips, his cock still buried in me.
   We breathed hard, and I finally felt myself gain just enough energy to ease myself off of him, splaying myself out on the other side of my bed and grinning.
   I fell asleep that way, no words spoken between us except those we’d uttered in the height of ecstasy.
   It must have been hours later when I came back into consciousness, squirming a little again and smiling softly at how sated and happy my body felt. I realized as I looked down my form that I was covered by the sheet and bedspread. I didn’t remember doing that and I smiled harder when I realized who must’ve done it.
   But when I turned to look at him, the smile died. Because he wasn’t there.
   I bit my lip and let out a huff of air, shutting my eyes as my heart ached a little. This wasn’t supposed to hurt. And while it didn’t hurt that bad, I realized that maybe it hurt as much as it did because I’d expected more.
   Maybe he left a note.
   And with that hopeful thought lodged in my brain, I pushed myself to sit up and checked the nightstand next to me. Nothing. And nothing on the pillow where there was still an imprint from his head.
   Maybe he’d woken up this morning having decided this was all a little too much too soon. Maybe his friend that he’d gone to the club with wasn’t the one trying to get over a bad break-up, and it was actually him.
   A thousand different thoughts were going through my mind as I got out of bed and went to my drawer, grabbing a pair of clean underwear and heading to the shower. I took a short shower, standing under the jet for a few minutes and letting it wash away my disappointment.
   And I was disappointed.
   Even though this was supposed to be really good sex and nothing else, like Carina had advised a week ago, I’d bought into his charm. The stuff outside of the sex.
   I was an idiot for thinking this was a good idea. Even though my body really did feel great, there was a chance I’d just made that unsatisfied piece of me a little worse off than it’d been before last night.
   It wasn’t long before I stepped out of the shower, pulled my underwear on, and shrugged a light robe over me, letting it hang open to where it dropped to my upper thigh.
   My hair still damp, I walked through the hallway rubbing the ends of it with a towel.
   It wasn’t until too late that my senses finally registered the smell of really good coffee. And I was suddenly standing at the entrance to my kitchen, staring at Chuck Bartowski as he turned and looked up from where he was pouring coffee into two mugs.
   His eyes dropped to my body and I realized I hadn’t tied the short flirty robe shut, leaving a large amount of skin on my torso naked to his swirling golden eyes.
   To his credit, he quickly looked up at my face instead, setting down the coffee pot on my counter and clearing his throat.
   I lowered my towel to cover myself lamely and flushed. “Uh. I—I thought you—I didn’t know you were here. I thought you left.”
   He flushed as well and as he looked down at the coffee mugs in front of him, I used that time to quickly close the front of my robe and tie it securely, lowering the towel to my side.
   “Right. I—I shouldn’t have…I thought you might like coffee and I heard you get in the shower so…I didn’t want to just leave while you were in there. I—Should I go?” He pointed out into my living room, his eyes narrowed in a bit of a wince, looking incredibly adorable and awkward standing there in the middle of my kitchen.
   I melted like an ice cube on a 150 degree sidewalk.
   “No! No, I’m sorry. Please don’t go. I didn’t mean to make you think that. It’s just that when I woke up, you weren’t there and I just…assumed you’d left.”
   “Should, um…Should I have? You can tell me. I’m not…good at this.” He held up his hands, his smile a little crooked with self-deprecation.
   “I’m not, either,” I said. And then at the same time, we both seemed to see the humor in the whole situation, and we both giggled. Yes, he giggled. Shaking his head and giggling, this adorable sexy man. Who was dressed. Unfortunately.
   He looked a little different in the daylight. A little tired, definitely tousled and wrinkled, his hair mussed. But he was the same man. He was the same Chuck who had slammed her against the door and ravaged her, and then had let her ravage him right after with no qualms.
   “Want some coffee?” he asked, gesturing to the mugs.
   “Yes, please.” I widened my eyes and walked into the kitchen, draping the towel over my shoulder and accepting the mug he offered me. “Black?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
   “I wasn’t sure—do you want cream? I hope you don’t mind, but I looked in your fridge and you don’t have any. So I assumed you just weren’t a cream person.”
   I smiled widely. “Very observant, Chuck. I’m, uh…I’m a black coffee kinda girl.”
   He grinned in relief. “Good.”
   “Sorry I don’t have any for you if you need some.”
   Chuck just shrugged, waving it off. “Nah I don’t need it,” he reassured me. And I was reassured. He looked like he was sincerely fine with black coffee even if he usually preferred cream. He was calm, laid back, and apparently not very high-maintenance.
   It was just what I needed in my life right now.
   And I silently cursed myself for thinking that. For getting way too ahead of myself. Who said he wanted to be in my life? He was sweet for staying this long, and for making me my morning coffee on top of it. But expecting anything else out of him wasn’t fair…not to either of us.
   I would let him make that decision, which maybe wasn’t all that fair, either. Since he seemed just as much out of his depth as I was out of mine.
   We just stood there quietly for a few minutes, the air charged with things we both wanted to say but couldn’t really decide where to start. Until finally he seemed to lose his nerve a little bit, lowering his mug down to the counter and looking at his watch.
   “I have to go in for my shift in an hour and a half, actually. So I should probably…I should head out.”
   “Right! Of course.” Real life. Interrupting this bubble of…whatever the fuck this was.
   “Yeah.”
   I had half a mind to ask him where he worked, what he did for a living. What sort of shift was it that he had to rush off to? But I kept it inside, watching him walk past me out of the kitchen and into my living room.
   I followed behind him, leaving my towel on the back of one of the bar stools as I swept past it, stopping at the door next to him.
   “So, um…” He chuckled, smiling over at me, looking a little sheepish. “I really don’t mean to be so awkward. I’m just…” He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling for a second, before finally meeting my eyes. “This probably isn’t what you had in mind but…I mean maybe it is! I don’t mean to assume! Just…” He took another deep breath and rolled his eyes at himself. It made me smile, even as I waited with bated breath. “Can I have your number? Your—your phone number.” He scoffed. “I don’t know what other number there is. Yes. Please give me your social security number,” he joked in a flat voice. “I’m an idiot.”
   “Yeah,” I said immediately, smiling in amusement. He took his phone out and I gave him my number, which he called immediately. I heard the chirping of my phone behind me and we both turned to look down. My phone was in my purse which was still on the ground from last night when I’d dropped it like it wasn’t filled with incredibly important things. My ID, my credit cards, my badge…among other necessities.
   I peeked up at Chuck and smirked as I realized he was staring at it, probably thinking about last night and everything that had happened. “Uh…right.” He cleared his throat and turned to me.
   A part of me wanted to be blunt the way I knew Carina must’ve been with her fuck buddies. Just blunt and honest. That was her thing. And it worked for her. “Will you be my fuck buddy? I hate relationships, they’re messy” is probably what she said to them and because she was who she was, they’d probably said something close to “hell yes”.
   But Chuck just seemed like the type of person I couldn’t do that to. I wasn’t even the type of person who would be able to say it without stumbling over my own damn mouth.
   Could I even handle this? Could I handle being with someone in any way? Even as friends with benefits?
   It really couldn’t hurt to try, I decided, as he gently kissed my cheek, smiled, and left.
   I secretly peeked out into the hallway to watch him until he disappeared from sight. Those shoulders and that hair…I wondered if he was smiling, if he was still thinking about last night, or better yet, about me.
   And then I took a deep breath and shut the door.
   It was worth a try. He was worth a try.
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   “What is that look on your face, Walker?”
   I didn’t even glance at my best friend as I slumped into my beach chair and stretched my damp legs out in front of me, letting the sun dry them. “What look, Miller?”
   “I hate that I can’t read you right now. That’s really annoying. Ever since you became a damn cop, I can’t read you.”
   I smirked.
   “Now I can read you…and that shit eating grin. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
   That made me chuckle. “There’s nothing on my mind. This is my first day off in like two weeks and I’m enjoying it, okay? Anything wrong with that?”
   “No, but that’s not what I’m seeing in the look.”
   “Carina, come on. Just chill out. Listen to the waves, feel the sun, and just…chill out.” I waved my hand a little and sunk further into my chair, humming pleasantly.
   It had been a few hours since I saw Chuck Bartowski off.
   And less than twelve hours since I’d had some really amazing sex. I still felt so loose and relaxed.
   Then I heard a snap of fingers and I looked over at my redheaded friend. I saw that light in her eyes, the way she gaped at me like she was proud. Oh no.
“You did it, didn’t you?”
   “What?”
   “You had sex!”
   “Shhh!” I sat up straight and pushed her shoulder quickly to get her to shut up. “Please, say that a little louder so that they can hear it in Madagascar, for fuck’s sake!”
   “You did!”
   “Yeah, I did. I wasn’t gonna keep it a secret from you, but I’d rather those dudebros sitting over there didn’t know about it. They’re already looking at us like we’re fresh steak.”
   Carina lifted an eyebrow. “Fine. Sorry. I just got excited. So…spill.”
   “I’m not…spilling. Because there’s nothing to spill. I had sex. What of it?”
   I huffed in annoyance as she laughed. “Oh my God, look at you. So nonchalant about sex all of a sudden. Yeah, I had it, what of it?” she mimicked, laughing again. “What happened? Who? I wanna know.”
   “You’re not gonna know,” I said, shaking my head. I’d decided today while eating breakfast that I didn’t want anybody to know, just in case this worked and Chuck did become more of a fuck buddy than anything. I wanted him to be my own little secret. It would make it that much hotter—sneaking around to meet him.
   “Oh, come onnn. At least gimme a little smidgeon of detail. Like…where?”
   I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses. “Where what?”
   “Where’d you have sex?”
   Sending her a flat look, I wondered how much information I should relinquish. My sex life was a private thing. Not even Carina got to be privy to it. “My apartment. That’s all I’m saying.”
   “Wait, was it good?”
   I couldn’t stop the grin and she quite nearly squealed, clapping her hands together. She was sincerely happy for me and it really was so endearing. It felt good to know I had at least somebody looking out for my well-being, even if sometimes she went about it the wrong way. She always meant well, I knew.
   “That’s a definite yes,” she said, poking me in the cheek.
   I batted at her hand and giggled. “Mmm, more than a yes. But that’s all you’re getting.”
   “Are you gonna see him again or was it a one night stand type of thing?”
   My sigh was automatic, and I sat up a little straighter, pushing the hair that had escaped my braid out of my face and behind my ear. “I think so. He has my phone number and I have his. It’s just…”
   “What?”
   “I don’t know if I have the courage to ask him if we can just do the whole friends with benefits thing. Like what you have with your guys.” I shrugged, feeling a little vulnerable and hating it.
   “Eh.” Carina shrugged. “You’re not me. And I don’t mean that in a good or bad way, it’s just the truth. Why even label it? Just see what happens.” She got a mischievous look on her face. “As Just-Had-Sex Sarah Walker would say…chill.”
   I laughed. “Right. Chill. Okay.”
   And as we both sunk back into our chairs to enjoy the rest of the day at the beach, I decided to take Carina Miller’s advice again. I needed to chill.
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   Two full days and nothing. That whole “chill” thing was a bunch of bullshit, I decided. I was not chilling. I wasn’t capable of chilling.
   It was now Monday.
   I hated Mondays. I don’t really know why, since I tended to work weekends, too. Maybe it was just a carry over from when I went to school. The dreaded Monday.
   But this was a particularly difficult one.
   And it wasn’t about Chuck not calling. Not really. I could’ve called just as easily. I didn’t believe in all of that wait-for-him-to-call-you bullshit. It seemed so prehistoric. Things had just been so hectic, even during my days off.
   I stared at my phone sitting in the corner of my desk. It was like it was taunting me. What a shitty day to be a detective in the LAPD. So many frustrating situations out in the streets. And then Carina had come in with a shitload of narcotics files, looking apologetic at least as she set them on my desk.
   Standing up, I grabbed my phone and marched through the desks of my coworkers, pushing my way out of the station, into the elevator, and down to the bottom floor. When I finally stepped outside, I’d already dialed Chuck Bartowski’s number and I had my cell pressed to my ear. Now he just had to pick up.
   What if he didn’t? Should I leave a message?
   I smiled a little at Trudy from archives as she swept past me with a coffee in her hand from the vendor down the street.
   “Hello?”
   I’d let my mind drift off into coffee wonderland and I hadn’t been prepared for him to answer. I even jumped a little. “Hi. This—This is Sarah. From, uh, the other night. And morning.”
   “Oh. Oh! Wow! Hi!”
   “Hi.”
   There was a bit of a pause and I rolled my eyes at myself. “Can—Erm, is this a bad time?”
   “Nope,” he said, his voice a little quiet.
   “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
   “Not at all.”
   “It’s just that you’re talking kind of soft. I can call back later?”
   He chuckled and I could almost see his smile. “Well, I’m at work, so I’m trying to be professional. I’m sort of…hiding. Just a little bit. But we can talk. How—How are you?”
   “I’m good. Good. You?”
   “Oh, you know. Fine.” I heard him breathe in quickly. “Sorry I didn’t…call earlier.”
   “Oh! No! No, that’s okay. It’s…”
   “I worked all weekend pretty much and had to help my sister with a…thing.”
   “No, really. It’s fine. I was just at work and got a few minutes and…”
   At some point I had to get to the reason why I called him, so I stood up a little straighter and told myself to stop being such a marshmallow. I smiled at another coworker and decided to move somewhere different, somewhere I wouldn’t risk being overheard. I tucked myself into a bit of a niche in the side of the building and turned towards the wall.
   “Chuck, the reason I’m calling is…” I let out a breath. “Are you free tonight?”
   “Absolutely. Abs—” There was a clatter on the other side of the phone, and then the line scratched a little before he was suddenly back. “Sorry. The uh…It’s not important. I’m free. Yes. Definitely. Well, after 6 I’m free.”
   “After 6?” I was planning on leaving as soon as I could. Without any outstanding cases for the time being, I was getting my ass out of this station and home before anybody else could bother me. “Well, um…Why don’t you come over around…around 7:30 or 8? Or later? Whatever works for you.”
   “Is this a date?” he asked, and I was a little thrown off by the question, even if it did make me smile.
   “It’s an I-Want-To-See-You.”
   There was a pause. “That sounds…perfect.”
   I wondered at the way his voice sounded a little tight. Did he pick up on my own tone? Did he know what I was hoping for tonight?
   After everything that had happened today, and the memory of how I’d felt after Thursday night/Friday morning, I really needed to feel his weight against me as soon as possible. I didn’t know what sort of ideas he was having about what might happen tonight, but he had to at least be thinking about sex a little bit. After the explosion between us the other night especially.
   “Okay, well…see you when I see you.”
   “Great.”
   “Wait, uh…is it casual?”
   Whatever I could peel off of him as quickly as possible, was the first thing I thought. But I resisted saying it out loud and shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “Whatever you’re comfortable in. It’s just my apartment. Laid back. Chill.”
   He hummed a little and it was almost like I could feel it deep in my belly. “Laid back and chill, huh? That sounds…really, really good.”
   I bit my bottom lip and shut my eyes, wanting him to say more. But because I had to clean up my desk before I rushed home to prepare for Chuck’s arrival, I decided to let him go back to work. “Good. Well, um…I’ll see ya later, Chuck.”
   “You definitely will. ’Til then.”
   I hung up and let out a whoosh of air, grinning. And then I rushed back up to my office, careful not to look like I was rushing. These people were cops…detectives. They could read body language.
   And I didn’t want any of them knowing I was rushing to go home because I had a man coming to my apartment tonight—a man I had every intention of losing myself in for the rest of the night.
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   I tried to have as few expectations as possible about Chuck.
   I spent most of the afternoon fiddling about the apartment doing my best to push thoughts of him, of tonight, out of my head. Even as I tidied up around my apartment to prepare for his arrival.
   I knew how silly it was to clean my place when he’d already seen it at what was potentially its worst. With how busy I’d been at the station last week, I wasn’t even sure when I’d cleaned it last.
   But that was different. We’d both been…distracted. By…other things.
   It had been stupid not to give Chuck an actual time, instead of the idiotic “whenever!” response I’d given him. Now I was fussing with my hair, my clothes, how much makeup to wear…
   Somewhere between no makeup and work level makeup. This was a casual thing, right? Laid back and chill had been my exact words to him on the phone earlier.
   As for clothing, comfortable jeans that showed off my legs and ass were the perfect choice. Along with a top that was…well lets be honest, I wanted something that would be easy to take off. I knew what I’d invited him over for. After my trying morning, and because I hadn’t gotten my usual morning run in, I thought a repeat of the other night was just what I needed. Not only that, but it had been a few days and the things he’d made me feel were still very much imprinted into my memory. I could even feel him touch me if I concentrated enough.
   But I shouldn’t do that.
   I shook my head, realizing that my hand had automatically gravitated to my chest, and that my heart was pounding hard beneath it.
   Did I have candles? Were there candles somewhere? Should I light some? Set the mood right off the bat? Or did that matter? Was it cheesy? Or a little too obvious?
   Finally, when I felt on the verge of potentially breaking down into a million different frazzled pieces, I grabbed my cell, looking at the clock. It was 7:30. He was bound to arrive any time now. But first…
   “I need your help.”
   There was a pause on the other line. “Um. Hi.”
   “Carina!”
   “Geez, okay! What’s up? Flat tire? I’m kind of late for my kickboxing class, Blondie, so…”
   “No. Not a flat tire. Look, it-it’s not important. Forget it.”
   “Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. I’m not that late. What is it?”
   I could hear the sincerity in Carina’s voice so I settled onto the arm of my couch and let out a breath. “I called the guy today and invited him here. He’s coming any moment and I’m…I don’t know what I am.”
   “Wow. Sarah. Bold move.”
   “Should I not have done it?”
   “I didn’t say that. It’s exactly what I would’ve done. I’m just kinda impressed. Good on you, girlie.”
   “Okay, but what do I do?” I asked. “I’m totally out of my depth here.”
   “Want me to come over?” She snorted as I rolled my eyes. “Just kidding. Look, just take a deep breath.”
   I waited for there to be more, and after about ten seconds, I realized there wasn’t more. I furrowed my brow. “That’s it?”
   “Yup. Breathe. It’s this thing that happens in humans and other mammals with oxygen entering into the lungs and—”
   “Okay, sarcasm.” Carina giggled on the other side of the phone. “That’s really all you’ve got for me? Breathe?”
   “Sarah, you just want this guy for the sex, right?”
   I didn’t mean to pause. But I did. And then I quickly rushed out a “Yes”.
   Carina sounded a little distracted then, and I could hear her thank somebody, and I ssumed she was walking into the studio where she took her kickboxing class. “That’s not a big ol’ deal, is it? It’s just sex. Hi, Sandra. How’s the hip?” She asked somebody randomly, causing me to raise an eyebrow. “Look, I’m at class now and I have to do my stretching. Just take what you want out of the night. Seduce him. Don’t worry about it. If it doesn’t work out, you’ve lost nothing.”
   I could almost see her shrug.
   And she had a good point. Even though there was a part of me that was nervous about that last part. Chuck wasn’t really the kind of guy you shrugged about when you lost him. He seemed like a pretty decent human being.
   “Okay,” I said.
   “Well. See? That was simple. Okay, lemme know how it goes.”
   I sighed.
   “And, uh…have lots and lots of fun.” She hung up after a particularly bawdy giggle and I rolled my eyes at the phone, hanging up and lowering it to my side.
   She was right. This wasn’t as big of a deal as I was making it out to be. Like she said, I only wanted the sex. With that thought in mind, I wondered if I should change. If he showed up and I wore nothing but a flimsy robe, that would give him the general idea of why I invited him. Too bad I hadn’t made a stop after work to buy some new lingerie.
   But just then there was a knock on the door, and it was too late to change.
   Too late to do anything but follow Carina’s advice. Breathe.
   And open the door.
   I did, smiling welcomingly at the tall, handsome man standing in the hallway. He looked absolutely adorable, a slow smile stretching his lips until he was grinning.
   “Hey,” I said.
   “Hiya.”
   I smiled wider and opened the door, motioning for him to come in.
   Chuck told me I looked beautiful, I thanked him and asked him if he wanted a drink, I mixed us some drinks, and we ended up standing in my kitchen a little awkwardly.
   “This is…really good whiskey.”
   I looked up at him. “Thanks. Umm…bought it myself.”
   “Oh, good,” he said, chuckling, sipping it again and smacking his lips. “Good stuff.”
   Breathe. Just breathe.
I took him in, every inch of him. All 76 inches. He’d apparently bought into the whole “casual” thing, wearing a nice fitting pair of dark blue jeans and a plain black T-shirt under a short sleeve, plaid button up. I also noticed he’d fixed his hair a little. There was some sort of product in it, the curls tamed just a little.
   Why was I freaking out about this guy? He was harmless. Maybe that was why. If he was a little less adorable, a little less sweet, he’d be easy to drag to bed. Then again, there was a chance I never would have brought him home in the first place if he was less adorable and less sweet.
   I just had to breathe. Seduce him.
   I had to make him want me again.
   So I turned and set my half finished drink down on the bar and pushed my flirty waves back over my shoulder, smiling up at him. “Wanna sit down?”
   “Yeah. Let’s.”
   He set his drink down next to mine and followed me to the couch. He let me sit first, but he definitely sat much closer to me than I’d expected. Taking this as a sign, I leaned close and kissed his lips gently. He didn’t really respond, I noticed as I pulled back and opened my eyes to look into his face. He stared back, his face set in awe.
   And then I leaned in to kiss his lips softly again. This time, his lips moved against mine, and when I pulled back, it was only for a split second, before he initiated the next kiss. It was a little less tentative, a little less soft.
   I could feel his body heat as he scooted closer, pressing himself against me. And then his large hand was cupping my face, his other arm snaking around my waist.
   We made out for a few minutes, our tongues meeting, mimicking the way our hands stroked one another’s bodies.
   I rounded his shoulders with my arms and tugged him closer.
   But it wasn’t until he growled a little into the kiss that I felt that swirling heat in my lower belly. I wanted him so badly. So without wasting any time, I set my hands to the buckle of his belt and undid it. He gasped, pulling back from the kiss, his hands lowering to my biceps as he looked down at my fingers wrapped around the button of his jeans.
   I stopped, not wanting to do anything else if this wasn’t what he’d had in mind. But then he swallowed and lifted his eyes to mine. I felt lightheaded at what I saw there. Unbridled, unfiltered lust. Apparently I hadn’t been the only one who’d thought a lot about Thursday night the last few days.
   Chuck didn’t give me any time to think further on that, though, because he immediately dove in to set a few sloppy kisses to my neck.
   I felt his fingers at the hem of my shirt, and I quickly took things into my own hands, sweeping my shirt up over my head and tossing it away. He was already unclasping my bra by the time I lowered my arms to rest on his shoulders, and I was bare chested in seconds.
   He pinned me to my couch and rounded my nipple with his hot, wet mouth, his tongue flicking it teasingly as he sucked on my mound. “Oh, Chuck,” I whispered, threading my fingers in his hair. I realized then that his hair hadn’t any product in it after all. In fact, it was just a little damp. He’d probably taken a shower just before coming here. I liked that.
   And I shamelessly thought it was a little counterproductive for me to make him get all dirty again after he’d just taken a shower.
   I grinned as he switched to my other breast, attacking it with a fervor he hadn’t shown on Thursday night. There was something a little wild about him tonight. And when he started massaging the tit he wasn’t currently sucking on, playing with the nipple between his fingers, that tingling between my legs got so much stronger.
   He lowered his free hand then and popped the button of my jeans, unzipping them and burying his fingers down my front, before rubbing them over my nub with nothing but my thin cotton panties in his way.
   I gasped and arched my crotch against his hand. “Touch me,” I breathed. “Touch me, Chuck.”
   It was like I was the woman on the couch from Thursday night then, as his fingers rubbed vigorously over my clit. Except I had it much better. I was in the privacy of my own home, on my clean couch that I’d only bought less than a year ago, and I had an incredibly capable man’s teeth tugging at my nipple, sending an electric shock from my tit down to my groin.
   I was already wet. I could just feel it, and I wanted more of him. All of him.
   So I reached down and popped his jeans open, sliding the zipper down, and burying my hand in his boxers until I had his penis in my fist. His hips jolted as he pulled his lips from my breast and groaned. “Is that a hint?” he asked in a strangled voice, his mouth tilting in a crooked grin.
   “More of a demand,” I replied, smirking up at him.
   The lust swirled in his whiskey-colored eyes and he pulled his hand out of my jeans and forced me to let go of his cock as he sat up, arching his ass off the couch to shove his pants and boxers down to his ankles, quickly leaning forward to divest himself of his shoes before leaving it all in a pile on the floor.
   I watched for just a moment before my limbs caught up to my lust-addled brain, and I shifted to push my own jeans and panties down to my knees. He turned to help me, tugging them off my feet and leaving them in the same pile as his things.
   Chuck shoved his hands under my ass then and hoisted me a little, forcing me to lie back, my shoulders jammed uncomfortably against the couch arm. I didn’t care as he crawled on top of me, his hands spreading my legs to scoot between them.
   I watched in fascination as he rubbed his fingers over my sex. He moved his knees to press against the cushion on either side of my hips, the backs of my thighs resting on the fronts of his.
   He looked down at my sex, still rubbing and playing with my clit. And with his free hand, he took his hard cock and lined it up with my opening. The fingers he used to tease my clit dragged down to spread my lips apart, and then he guided his length into me, slowly at first.
   And then he let go of his own cock as he slid it further and further into my center and instead held onto my waist. I yelped when he gave me a tug, meeting it with a fast and hard thrust. He bottomed out and shuddered a little bit.
   I gasped and started arching myself up to meet his deep thrusts, but he never let up on my clit. With him stimulating my nub at the same time as burying himself inside of me over and over, I knew this was going to be a fast one. An incredibly fast one.
   His fingers tightened around my hip, stopping me from thrusting into him, and then he made his thrusts fast and hard, holding me in place as our bodies met with a wet slap each time. “Oh! Oh! God! Oh God, Chuck!”
   And then he was leaning forward, the material of the shirt he hadn’t taken off yet dragging over my front, and he grabbed my hips in both hands. His thrusts were long and hard, each one burying him deep, deep inside of me, his cock grinding against the inner walls of my sex.
   I swear, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I could not believe what I was feeling.
   All I could do was reach up to tangle my fingers in his hair, gritting my teeth and letting my head fall back.
   “Shit!” I gasped, wanting so bad to find that finish.
   I could feel it coming quickly.
   And then I felt his tongue cover my nipple, his lips sucking on it, teeth grazing it. As his hands slid around to tuck between my ass and the cushion beneath me, I gasped, whimpering his name as he squeezed my cheeks in time with his thrusts.
   My orgasm hit not long after, and I felt for a moment like I was falling from some great height, the rush of adrenaline filling me, pleasure rocketing through my limbs. And he caught me, gathering me up in his arms and holding me close, swinging me around so that he was sitting up on the couch and I was straddling his lap, my face buried in his neck.
   I took deep breaths, my arms around his shoulders, his hair tickling my face. I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, pressing my forehead against his. I couldn’t help but giggle at the grin he sent me. He was such a wonder. One minute he was fucking me good and hard and the next minute he was the most adorable person I’d ever laid eyes on.
   That was when I noticed he still wore his shirt. Both of them I giggled a little harder and tugged on it. “Take these off.”
   “Oh. That. Right.”
   He unbuttoned the plaid shirt and got rid of it, then grabbed at the hem of the t-shirt and yanked it off, tossing it over his shoulder with a goofy smolder. “How’s that?”
   I giggled again, shaking my head at him. For some reason his antics were making me more turned on than even the feeling of his cock still buried inside of my vagina, and I gyrated myself into his lap just to remind him…in case he’d forgotten.
   He growled and wrapped his arms around me low across my waist. I thrusted against him again, earning another soft growl.
   Lowering my face to his, I cupped his jaw in both of my hands and kissed him, starting to rock myself into his lap, our groins grinding together with each of my movements. God he felt so damn good. “Mmmm,” I hummed into the kiss, gasping into his lips as he thrusted up against me quick and hard.
   I clenched my ass cheeks with each thrust, holding onto his shoulder with one hand.
   It felt so good that my intentions to go slow and really enjoy every second of being on top flew out the window. I wanted to devour this man underneath me. I held onto him tightly and bucked, trying to keep from making my movements wild and erratic. I kept my pace fast and hard, establishing a rhythm that Chuck was starting to pick up on.
   He covered my ass with his large hands, pulling me into him and meeting my thrusts. I arched my back, looking up at the ceiling and tilting my torso away from his. He held me by my sides and I trusted him, leaning as far back as my muscles in my thighs would let me.
   “Ohhhh, Sarah,” he groaned and I gasped as this new position made the head of his cock grind over my g-spot.
   “Hnnng! Oh right there,” I whined. “Yes, yes!”
   I jammed my groin against his even harder. It felt so damn good that I almost didn’t hear it.
   It was music, coming from somewhere nearby. And then “Batmaaaan!”
   My body stilled on top of his. “Batmaaaan! Batmaaan! Batmaaan! Nana nana nana nana nana…”
   He let out a long breath, his face having gone beet red as I straightened on his lap, looking down at him. “Um…that’s not my phone…so it must be…yours?”
   Chuck cleared his throat. “Yeah. It, uh…it is. They’ll ahem they’ll leave a message if it’s important.”
   There was a pause and my hand gravitated to the back of his neck, getting him to meet my eyes. “Batman?” The music had since stopped and the phone buzzed once, signaling someone having left a message, I assumed.
   He looked mortified and it was the sweetest thing. “Yeah, it’s um…it’s a whole thing.”
   I felt a little bad for him, he seemed so completely embarrassed by the interruption. And I didn’t really understand why. I was sure people had worse ringtones. A Batman ringtone was kind of…quirky…and cute.
   But as interested as I was in hearing why he chose that out of all of the things he could’ve made his ringtone…and why me hearing it was so embarrassing for him…I was still sitting in his lap, and he was buried to the hilt inside of me.
   I squirmed a little, feeling how hard he still was. His eyelids fluttered as I moved, and I leaned in to kiss him, moving my lips along his jaw until they were right up against his ear. “We were…kinda in the middle of something…”
   He turned his face into my neck, kissing along my collarbone, before shifting on the couch and slouching forward so that he could suck on my nipple again. I took that as the signal to keep going. Instead of the fluid back and forth thrusts I’d been doing before his phone interrupted us, I started bouncing in his lap.
   Chuck groaned against my nipple, pulling his lips away and just sitting back against the couch, his eyes lowering to the spot where his cock was disappearing into me over and over and over again. He licked his lips, watching as I bounced wildly on his deliciously hard penis.
   “Ohhh!” I moaned, my hands clinging to his shoulders. “Ohh yeesss! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Chuccck!”
   He grabbed my hips and slowed me down again, thrusting himself up into me, apparently wanting me to gyrate against him again. I complied, my hips sweeping back and forth, back and forth. I started swirling my groin into his then, in wide circles, trying to get him to touch every bit of my inner walls with his cock.
   “Saarahh!” he groaned, his head lolling back against the couch. “Ooooh yeeeah…”
   “Hnnng…” I pressed our foreheads together, my fingers tangled in the curls at the back of his head. We stayed that way for a long time, staring into each other’s eyes, our lower halves working as one, and it felt so damn amazing that I never wanted it to stop.
   Minutes passed without either of us losing our steam, but I felt that pressure in my lower stomach building with each stroke. I whimpered his name, holding onto his hair tighter. “Almost there,” I gasped, rubbing my nose against his.
   Then I felt him press his palm flat against my lower back, pulling me against him over and over, harder and faster. The way his bicep was flexing was incredibly sexy and I held onto it so that I could feel his muscles there while we fucked.
   And then I felt his other hand against my stomach, his finger teasingly dipping into my belly button. I gasped and smiled at him leaning back just a little in order to catch his eyes while simultaneously giving him better access to where I knew he had every intention of going.
   I was right, and I giggled lustily in satisfaction as he slid his fingers down to press onto my sensitive clitoris. He thrusted his cock into me, pulling me onto him with a strong hand on my back, so that all I had to do was hold onto him and enjoy while he did all the work. It was ridiculously satisfying having a man who was so invested in my pleasure. It was almost like he was getting off on it. The more I got out of the sex, the more he did, too.
   He rubbed my clit a little faster then and I was on the edge, that glorious pressure bubble inside of my center ready to pop. And when it did, I let out a strangled moan that I was sure they could hear all the way in New York City. I heard him whimper my name, and then the flood hit. His hot semen shot inside of me as my walls constricted around his cock in climax.
   We had literally just climaxed together, and I had a distant thought, even in the throes of my long-lasting orgasm, that all of our juices might get on my new couch. And good thing it was leather because that was easier to wipe down.
   “Hmmmmmmmm,” I hummed, my voice a little raspy as I came down from the ultimate high, still gently rocking in his lap to make sure he was totally empty.
   “Jesus Christ,” he breathed, his head falling back against my couch. He blinked at the ceiling, his arms falling to his sides, his chest heaving. “That was amazing.”
   “Mmm, it was,” I mumbled against his cheek, pressing my front to his and taking deep breaths.
   It took a few minutes for me to finally feel like I could get off of him, and as I pulled his cock out of me, I almost felt a little bereft. I ignored the feeling, even as it made me smile, and plopped onto the couch next to him, pushing my hands through my hair.
   We stayed like that for at least twenty minutes, silent, and I was lulled into a peaceful state of mind about everything in my life. I had a distant thought that Carina Miller was sort of a genius. And that I’d never given her enough credit.
   Granted, that wasn’t something I could admit to her out loud. She would run with that for the rest of our lives, the madwoman.
   “I feel like I need a cigarette or something.”
   I glanced over at him, a little surprised to hear his voice after all of the minutes that had gone by with nothing but silence in the apartment. “What? Oh. Do you smoke?”
   “No,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Never touched it except this one time in college and it didn’t catch on.”
   “That’s probably better for your lungs.”
   “Probably.” He turned his head and looked at me, smiling softly. “But people always smoke after sex in movies. Ever notice that?”
   I giggled, shaking my head. “I guess?”
   “Sorry, I’m being a doofus.” There was that self-deprecating look again.
   I sat up a little and put my hand on his forearm. “I think you’re pretty cute.”
   His smile widened a little at that.
   And sitting up, I could feel the mixture of our juices between my legs, and on my upper thighs. “I also think I need a shower.”
   He laughed quietly.
   I wasn’t really sure how to proceed. Should I just not take a shower because I had a guest? Was it rude to leave him here? Or should I just take it and let him watch TV? Should I…invite him to join me? I’d never actually showered with anyone before.
   Wait, no. There was one time with Bryce. We’d both been called into the station one morning and we’d been together the night before. There wasn’t time for us to take showers separately. And it was awkward and very business-like. Passing shampoos and soaps like we were in an assembly line. And then I’d gotten frustrated with him because he spent too much time on his hair, when there was obviously something of an emergency going on that needed our attention elsewhere.
   “If, um…if you want to shower, I can…I mean, I don’t have anywhere else to be right now. Unless you want me to…” He gestured to the door.
   “No!” I maybe said that a little too fast and loud. We blinked at each other. “Don’t go. Please.”
   I hadn’t gotten my fill of Chuck Bartowski yet. I still felt that throbbing where my legs met. But the extra stickiness needed to go away.
   “I’ll only be a few minutes. Just…rinsing off.” Our cum, I added silently. When had I become such a horndog, anyways? Did that come with having a lot of great sex? That sort of explained Carina. I inwardly snorted.
   I grabbed the TV remote and handed it to him, leaning down to pick up my clothes from the ground, careful to get my things and not his. I felt a little strange being this naked in front of him, even though he was just as naked and exposed, and I unconsciously blocked my core from his view, holding my clothes there.
   “Feel free to watch TV or something. I’ll, um…I’ll be back in a bit.”
   As I hurried off, I wondered if he was watching my ass. I didn’t want to peek so I just kept walking, into the hallway, past the guest room, and into the bathroom.
   I took a little longer than I meant to in the shower, taking care to scrub between my legs, my underarms, and deciding not to wet my hair. And by the time I came out again, wearing something even more comfortable than what I’d answered the door in, Chuck was dressed and standing at my bookcase across the room, the television playing some sort of retro cartoon behind him. Did he purposefully turn on cartoons?
   “Hey,” I said, announcing myself as I walked into the living room.
   He turned around, his eyes sweeping over me as he smiled a little. “Hey. I like your books.”
   For some reason that made me chuckle. “Thank you.”
   “This one in particular.” He took out an old leather bound version of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea I found in a used bookstore years ago when I was really into that sort of thing. “I read this for fun when I was fourteen, if you can believe that. One of my favorites. So science fiction-y. Before science fiction was a thing.”
   I sidled up next to him and smiled. “You a science fiction guy?”
   “Um, I have my moments. Hey, do you like ice cream?”
   Something about the way he said it, and how quickly he changed the subject, walking away from my books and back to the TV, which he quickly turned off, made me a little suspicious. Of what, I didn’t know. I was sure it wasn’t anything I should be worried about. It just made me curious. Who was this guy, anyway?
   “I love it.”
   “Wanna get some?”
   Would that be like…a date? Being seen with each other outside the confines of an apartment seemed like it was breaking a fuck-buddies rule or something. “I have ice cream here. If you like French vanilla. And chocolate sauce.”
   For some reason, the thought of chocolate sauce had me a little hot under the collar. I wasn’t thinking about it on my ice cream. I was thinking about it on Chuck’s body, and how it would taste to lick it off of him. What it would feel like to have him lick it off of me.
   He cleared his throat, smoothing a hand down his shirt. “Works for me.”
   Me too, I thought a little naughtily. And I led him into the kitchen.

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