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Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Notes: Thanks for all of the reviews, again. I appreciate them. Especially the positive ones, because I'm only human.

Some of you are incredibly upset about Chuck telling Sarah he's a hacker under sexual duress. Chuck is fully in control throughout that entire scene. He could have stopped it at any point, and he didn't. He could have resisted telling her. He could have asked her to leave. Sarah might think she won, but Chuck had plans to tell her anyway. I wrote it with Chuck's intentions in mind. Maybe you guys won't think it came through in what I wrote, but I frankly am past that point now. I'm writing on. That being said, I feel like I should thank some of you for holding me to higher standards than you must hold other writers on this site--no eff it, just in general. So thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own CHUCK. I don't make money writing this or publishing this story.

   I schooled my features to keep from gaping at Chuck, both relieved and a bit frightened by his answer. It was a discombobulating combination and I wasn’t really sure how to deal with it.

   Because I’d known the answer before he even said anything.

   I knew he had to be a hacker. His behavior, the things he’d done that day. Even with how scared I was of the idea of someone breaking into my place, violating my privacy, watching me when I didn’t know…even with how distracted I was that day…it wasn’t difficult to see the signs that Chuck was sitting at that desk hacking. He was way too good at breaking back into my system to get rid of Fulcrum’s hacks. It had seemed so natural. And he’d even seemed like he was enjoying the challenge. Like he got off on out-hacking this guy.

   He had done things that day, things I didn’t even know could be done, and he’d been effective, quick. Like he knew how to do it because he’d…done it before, maybe. That was a slightly unsettling thought.

   He went straight into the building’s wireless network without needing any help. I hadn’t even seen him do anything, really. He was just on it, like nothing. Went right through the password.

   I felt a little breathless suddenly.

   “Well…” He cleared his throat. “More like…was. I was one. I, uh…I haven’t really done any real hacking in years, at least. Jesus Christ,” he breathed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I just…I never told anybody this. Okay? It’s…” He ruffled his hair with both hands and then fell back to flop onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling. “Just…please don’t arrest me. I swear it’s in the past. And I’ve…”

   “Mended your ways?” I finished for him.

   He sent me a dry look and I shrugged. Then I gently pushed one of his curls back from his forehead. “You really don’t listen sometimes. I’m not arresting you. No matter what you did.”

   “No?” He lifted an eyebrow.

   If he hadn’t just fucked me senseless, and admitted to me that he was a criminal (or maybe used to be?), I would’ve said he looked a little bit like a vulnerable little boy lying there like that. Defeated. I didn’t want him to feel defeated. I wanted him to feel safe. For fuck’s sake, I was probably just doing this all wrong. He was so good at making me feel safe and I was fucking up trying to do the same for him.

   “No, Chuck. Look, I know I’m a detective…”

   “And I’m a criminal. We make a fine pair.”

   I couldn’t help but smirk a little, and I shifted to lie down beside him on my stomach, pressed close to his body heat, my elbow propped on the mattress as I held my head up to look down at him. “Tell me about it.”

   “Well, I mean, first of all, the sex is amazing.”

   This time I giggled, shaking my head. God, this guy was a hacker. This brilliant sweetheart lying here beside me was a hacker. Holy shit.

   “That isn’t what I meant.” I sobered a bit then. “What exactly did you do? When you were hacking, I mean.”

   “Do you want specifics?”

   I shrugged. “I’m not sure how much of it I’d even understand. We can get to that later. But how illegal did it get?”

   He winced and blew air out through pursed lips.

   “Okay, let me rephrase because maybe I don’t really want to know the answer to that just yet.”

   “Maybe you don’t.”

   “What, exactly, are you capable of? Whether you’ve done any of these things or not, I’ll try not to wonder.” I sent him a wry look.

   This was insane. Even more insane, I felt sort of alive lying here next to him. I was a fucking police officer, a detective even. I didn’t just have a badge, I’d been awarded honors, even given a medal after being shot in the line of duty when I was a rookie in D.C. And he was admitting to doing illegal things. Breaking into other people’s computers.

   And in spite of all of the bad things I imagined he could’ve done with that brilliant mind of his, that hacker’s brain in his beautiful head, those long skilled fingers he sometimes buried inside of me, rubbed over my g-spot…shit, I was getting turned on now…damn it, Sarah…

   I put my mind back on track.

   Not for a moment did I think he’d ever done anything to harm an innocent. Not for a moment did I think he’d spied on someone the way Fulcrum had spied on me. That wasn’t Chuck. And I wasn’t letting this make me think he would ever do something like that. I wasn’t going to let his admission make me compare him to Fulcrum or people like Fulcrum.

   The perverted, invasive acts of Fulcrum weren’t something Chuck Bartowski was capable of. Not in the past, not now, not in the future. That wasn’t him.

   And if it was, he never would have admitted to me that he used to hack illegally as easily as he did. I wasn’t a fool. He’d caved way easier than I’d expected. I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t even been sure that he would admit anything. And he had pretty quickly.

   “I can do anything, Sarah.” He shrugged. “And I’m not being immodest, just…honest. I could literally do just about anything. With the right tools and enough time I could hack into anywhere. Retrieve any bit of information you might want. What Fulcrum can do? What he boasts about on those threads all the time? I can do all of that. I know how to, at least. Except I’d do it better. And I wouldn’t broadcast it all over the Internet, either.”

   Now I did gape.

   Fuck, there was something wrong with me because I was buzzing.

   “You’re a hacker,” I whispered, and damn me if there wasn’t awe in my tone.

   “Well…was,” he said a bit lamely, one side of his mouth tilting up. “Unless you believe that a leopard never loses its spots. Then I guess…I am…a hacker.”

   “I figured you were when you kept slipping and hinting at it that day in the interrogation room.”

   “I know.” Chuck sighed and gnawed on his lip a little. “I gave away a lot that day. I just really wanted to help. I wanted to find the son of a bitch. I showed too many of my cards.” He winced. “Full disclosure, I did some things that were pretty, erm, illegal.”

   Why the hell did that turn me on as much as it did? There were things I wanted to know. Things I needed to know.

   And I needed him. Needed his help.

   No. Fuck it.

   I just needed him.

   “Wait a second,” he breathed, and I was surprised as he quickly rolled over until I was pinned on my back and he was half on top of me. His hand felt so good around my ribcage, his thumb gently stroking the underside of my tit. “Is this turning you on?”

   “What?” I tried, making a face.

   “Oh, don’t even try to backtrack right now,” he breathed, chuckling and shaking his head. “I’ve been thinking about telling you what I used to do for awhile now, and I thought you’d be so angry, but instead you’re sincerely turned on, aren’t you? And I thought I was a weirdo for being turned on by your being a detective, with the badge and the sexy uniform and the cuffs. Criminals get you hot, don’t they?”

   I gasped, unable to keep from cracking at least a bit of a smile. I did my best to mask it, but he’d definitely seen it. It didn’t help that he’d just told me he’d been thinking about telling me before this. That’s why it’d been so easy.

   “Criminals do not get me hot. For fuck’s sake, I’m a detective, Chuck.”

   “A gumshoe that finds criminal activity positively titillating. Oh, this is delicious,” he continued as though I hadn’t just denied it.

   “I’m not titillated by criminal activity. Shut the fuck up!”

   “I think you are.”

   He got me. But only sort of, because it wasn’t just any criminal activity that turned me on.

   “So what if I think your brain is impressive? And-and so what if I maybe find the fact that you can potentially take over the world with nothing but a laptop sexy?” His eyes flashed at that. “That doesn’t mean I’m turned on by criminals.”

   “So, then…can I safely infer from this that it’s just about me being a criminal?” He raised an eyebrow. And God, even though I was embarrassed, even though he was teasing me mercilessly, it didn’t stop me from wanting him. If anything it was getting worse.

   “Maybe…”

   “This is a potentially dangerous combination.” He rolled even further on top of me, his chest grinding against mine, his cock sliding over my slit. I let out a soft whimper of need, bending my legs on either side of him. “A criminal turned on by a tough cop, and a tough cop turned on by a high-class criminal.”

   “High-class.” I snorted.

   Fuck, it probably was dangerous. But I had to know what would come from this dangerous combination. I had to feel it. I felt frayed at the edges, breathless with desire, aching for him. And I thought maybe he’d do well to hear that.

   “I need you,” I whimpered. “I need you so bad.”

   “You sound kind of desperate,” he teased, his lips at my ear.

   “I am,” I whimpered. “I am desperate. I want to fuck you so bad.” I was panting for him.

   “Even if I’m dangerous?” he growled. I moaned. He was saying it on purpose, knowing exactly what would turn me on the most. “I won’t be held responsible for whatever happens if we do this.”

   I knew this was a game now. And it was a good game. The type of game that set me on fucking fire.

   Chuck’s background in hacking was serious. But it wasn’t a threat. I knew it wasn’t. I didn’t know what he’d done, or who he’d done it to. But I knew he wasn’t dangerous—especially not to me. At least…not physically. The emotional danger I could deal with later.

   He’d been ready to tell me the truth about his hacking before. He never would’ve told a cop those things if they had resulted in other people being hurt.

   And fuck me if the thought of him hacking deep into some major company’s security system wasn’t the biggest turn on of my life.

   I imagined the sorts of things he did. He was probably some kind of hacktivist in his heyday. I could see him doing something illegal, bending the law, to save the day.

   I was making assumptions. I knew nothing about what he did. I’d find out later.

   But right then, I just wanted to fuck his brains out.

   I didn’t care about anything else. I wanted the deeper connection, besides just having his cock in my pussy. His big reveal didn’t change how safe I felt with him. And I wanted him to feel as safe with me as he made me feel with him.

   “You think I can’t handle a little boy who plays with computers?” I taunted, smirking.

   He snorted, rubbed his cock against my slit purposefully, and growled his response in my ear. “I’m not a little boy, and I think you know that.”

   God fucking damn.

   I threw my weight to the side and pinned him to the mattress, and then I slid down his body and pushed my hair out of my face, taking his penis in my fingers and guiding it into my mouth. I blew him a little roughly, slurping, licking. I cupped his balls and bobbed my head, rubbing the base of his cock between my fingers, deep throating him and swallowing a few times, until he was as hard as a brick under my touch.

   I pulled him out and licked my lips. And when I sent him a seductive look through my eyelashes moving in to take him back into my mouth to finish him off again, he quickly grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up to look at him.

   “I want to be inside of you.”

   I grappled with his hand in my hair and broke free, scooting up his body. “And if I say no?”

   His hands stroked over my hips lightly, and then they clamped down suddenly, holding me tight. “I can get inside anywhere I want. Remember? Expert hacker?”

   A shiver ran through my entire body. And I couldn’t resist letting out a soft moan.

   He broke character for a moment. “Jesus, you really are turned on by this, aren’t you?”

   “I think I’m a little deranged, maybe,” I admitted. “Just thinking about you sitting at a computer breaking into some highly encrypted security system almost makes me wanna come.”

   It occurred to me just how similar Chuck’s skill sets were to Fulcrum’s, the fact that he’d just told me over and over that he could do everything Fulcrum had done—and that included what Fulcrum had done to me.

   Chuck would never do those things, though. I knew that with everything in me.

   The fear I’d been feeling about Fulcrum, about what Fulcrum had done to my privacy (obliterated it completely), it all was swept away by this man currently underneath me. Cradling me against him, teasing me. He was exactly what I needed to combat this Fulcrum freak.

   Chuck nipped at my jaw with his teeth. “Almost?”

   He gingerly slipped his pointer finger between my ass cheeks. He teased my asshole, kissing under my chin, and then he slipped it inside. Just a little. I yelped, my body jerking in surprise, and then I looked down at him.

   I must have looked half crazed.

   But I didn’t care as I shifted my hips so that the tip of him was pressed to my entrance. I sank onto him quickly, wriggling to get him deep, and then I felt him bury his long skilled finger all the way into my ass.

   I cried out and pushed my torso up at an angle, letting my head fall back and blinking at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I gasped. “Tell me what you want, Chuck.”

   “Piranha,” he said, starting to thrust his finger into my ass, slowly, excruciatingly. “That was what they called me.” His other hand came around and he massaged my clit slowly. “Ever see the movie Swordfish? They based that off of me.”

   I was lost in him, lost in the game we were playing, not really knowing if he was telling the truth or lying and not really caring. Although, I’d seen Swordfish before, hadn’t I?

   I stopped and looked down at Chuck. “I seem to recall John Travolta coercing Hugh Jackman into breaking into the DOD’s database for him by having a girl blow him while he was working.”

   Chuck smirked a little and leaned up to nudge my nose with his, wiggling his finger in my ass a little. My eyelids fluttered. “You sound jealous, Detective.”

   I could see something beneath the teasing mischief in his eyes. Like maybe he could tell I actually was a little jealous when I thought of that scene in the movie and replaced Hugh Jackman with Chuck Bartowski.

   “They did not base that movie off of you,” I said instead of acknowledging his accusation.

   “Nah, they didn’t. But I have programmed something like that before.”

   “Ever break into the DOD?”

   I gasped as he thrust himself up against me, burying his dick deep inside of me. In spite of the game we were playing, I wouldn’t know if his answer was part of it or not, and something inside of me didn’t really want him to respond. If he had broken into the DOD, I didn’t want to know what for. It couldn’t be anything innocent. And I was afraid of the implications.

   “No,” he said. And I could see he was sincere. “I could, though.” He pumped his finger in my ass a few times and I shuddered, whimpered.

   “What do you want, Piranha?” I panted. “God, please…just tell me.”

   “Fuck me hard,” he said. “I want you to come all over me, Detective Walker. And then I want you to do it again.”

   When he flicked my clitoris, I whimpered, and then I complied, bucking on top of him, sitting up straight. He shifted his arm and hand to keep his finger in my ass, holding it steady as I fucked him.

   “Come on, Sarah,” he growled. “I know you can do better than this.”

   My jaw went slack as I looked down at him. “Fuck you very much.”

   “That’s what I’m asking for,” he said, laughing as I gently smacked him upside his head.

   “Wait a second,” I panted, spreading my knees a little more for better leverage and leaning forward to grab the headboard in one hand. I began to throw my weight forward, straining, his cock buried deep, deep inside of me. “Nng! Nnng! Nnng! Fuck!”

   I felt his finger move inside of my ass again and I knew an orgasm was approaching fast. I rolled my hips hard, watching his face. He was watching me just as raptly, his features twisted in complete bliss. His brow furrowed and he let out a strangled groan, letting his head fall back.

   “Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he panted. “You feel amazing. You feel so damn amazing.”

   “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered. “I’m almost there, Chuck.”

   His torso surged up and his head nearly collided with my face. “Piranha,” he growled, bouncing his cock up into my pussy, yanking me in tighter into his lap with one arm and still sinking his finger deep inside of my ass with his free hand.

   “Piranha!” I cried out, my climax spilling through me. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes, Piranha! Ohhhhh! Oh!” I let out a series of high-pitched whimpers as my orgasm buzzed in every last nerve in my body.

   I felt his finger leave me, and then he flopped onto his back, still hard as I climbed up from his lap to plop onto the mattress next to him.

   It took a few moments before I could muster the strength to sit up, still tingling between my thighs. “You know,” I said quietly, not really knowing what I was saying, as lost in my head and in the sensations as I was, “someone once told me that…you’re only a criminal if you get caught.”

   Not until the last word left my lips did I realize what I’d just said. How deeply I’d dug into my past, into something that still hurt when I let myself think about it. I turned my head away as calmly as I could, attempting to hide the angst on my face.

   “That sounds like a cop-out.” He swallowed. “I was a stupid kid. You know, just because you can do something, doesn’t mean you should. And after everything Ellie did to keep us both afloat…if I’d been picked up, if they’d found out who Piranha was, I’d have gone straight to jail. Could’ve fucked up my sister’s whole life along with mine.”

   “Juvi,” I said quietly, looking back at him. “If you were young enough, that is.”

   I was filled with questions.

   After everything Ellie did to keep us both afloat… Just where were their parents in all of this?

   “No, jail. Piranha was active into my early twenties. Stanford.”

   “You were hacking on Stanford’s computer systems?”

   “In them, sometimes. But for a school full of hackers, it was pretty damn easy to get through their wimpy-ass security.”

   I licked my lips and shook my head. “Jesus. I had no idea.”

   “Well, it isn’t something I really felt comfortable sharing with a detective.”

   I had no right, but I felt a little hurt by that. It was incredibly stupid, considering everything I was keeping from him. At least he had a reason that meant keeping him out of jail, unlike my trust issues reason for not telling him things.

   “And you still dove headfirst into this arrangement with me,” I said.

   He shrugged. “I really like you. And it’s not like there’s any remainder of it in my life. You could search my whole place. I destroyed all of the evidence—everything—when I decided to give it up. I’ve been running away from it. Hence why I thought it’d be okay to tell you. When I built up the courage, at least. Especially since I’ve distanced myself.”

   And he dove right back into it again to help me. To protect me. I was forcing him to go deep into that world again. A world he’d been trying to escape.

   I rolled over and leaned down to kiss him, my lips gentle, resting my hand on his chest, letting my fingers stroke over his hair there, teasing his nipple. I was moved by him.

   I wasn’t afraid now. Finally, as I lay there kissing him, feeling his hands drape over my back and thigh, I knew that in a lot of ways, Chuck was the answer to my fear of Fulcrum.

   What happened to me last week had been an violation of my personal life, my privacy. It had been accomplished by an expert hacker. And then Chuck swooped in to do away with all of that. He broke Fulcrum’s hold over my laptop, over my email, over every aspect of my personal life that had been invaded.

   Chuck was a hacker, too. A talented one.

   And he was slowly putting me at ease. Protecting me. Keeping me safe. What was the saying? Fighting fire with fire? Chuck was my fire keeping Fulcrum at bay.

   And maybe, just maybe, he’d end up helping me take that piece of shit down.

   “Mmm’wait,” I murmured against his lips, before pulling back. “Wait.” I narrowed my eyes a little. “So I put all that effort into seducing the truth out of you, and all that time you’d been wanting to tell me anyway…Why didn’t you stop me?”

   His smirk told me the answer before he even spoke. “I was enjoying it too much to stop you.” He wrinkled his nose. “I mean, I still had reservations about telling you, of course. But…” He shrugged.

   God, he was naughty. And I was too easy. I couldn’t be upset about it, though. Not with him. So I dove back into the kiss, laughing as he flipped us over again.



———————

   Chuck’s fridge was rather sparse, I discovered as he was setting up his computer a few hours later. At least there was no Mountain Dew and no spicy chips or the disgusting snacks I typically associated with a hacker.

   And hey, he did have his own place.

   But, like he said, he hadn’t actually done any real hacking in a few years. If he was around my same age, and he stopped in/after college, I’d give him four or five years of separation from his criminal activities.

   That was pretty good. Impressive. Considering all of the things I read about hackers between his confession and now, subtly pulling it up on my phone to read without him knowing. Apparently hacking was addictive to those who were really good at it. It was the only thing that properly challenged them, interacting with other hackers, breaking into things, stealing passwords, creating viruses.

   And if Chuck had been “sober” all these years, it said a lot about his willpower. I imagined his sister had a lot to do with it, too. If he’d been caught, they most certainly would have found a way to drag Ellie down with him. And if I’d learned anything about this man in the last 4 months, it was that he loved his sister dearly, and would do his damnedest to protect her. Just like he was doing for me, I realized, peering over my shoulder to glance at him as he plugged in his system.

   He’d moved it to a more spacious place than his room, so that I could comfortably sit next to him. And he wheeled his cushy chair that he used in his room out for me to sit in, choosing a regular chair for himself.

   Once I made us dinner (out of what, I wasn’t sure yet) I would insist on him taking the cushy chair. I imagined it was part of his routine, having a comfortable chair. I didn’t actually know what his routine was. I didn’t know anything about his day to day life.

   All I knew for sure was that he was special. And I’d been incredibly lucky that night I decided to wander into that club. When I forced Chuck to come to my rescue. I could still see the look on his face when I pretended he was my boyfriend.

   I didn’t realize I let out a small giggle until Chuck appeared in the entrance to the kitchen. “What?”

   “Hm?” I glanced up at him from the fridge. “Oh. Um…You don’t have much in here.”

   “What? Yeah, I do—Oh. Wait.” He sidled up next to me and put a hand on my back as he leaned down. “Yeeaaah, soooo…I went in yesterday and saw that a lot of stuff was expired and I threw it all out. There’s bread! And, uh…I have sandwich stuff. Want a sandwich?”

   I laughed. “A sandwich sounds perfect.”

   “It’s food, right?”

   “Right.”

   “I’ll make ‘em,” he said. And then he gestured over his shoulder towards the table where he was setting up. “Go take a load off for a bit and play on my computer.”

   “Um ‘scuse me? Giving me orders now?”

   He stood up, towering over me even as I straightened to my full height. I really did like me a tall man, I had to say. “No, ‘scuse me. Whose kitchen is this? And who’s the guest?”

   “Your kitchen,” I said. “And I’m the guest.”

   “Damn straight. Go sit your fine ass down and wait for a sandwich.”

   I whistled low and backed out from where we stood in front of the open fridge. “No mustard.”

   “No mustard!” he repeated. “Anything else, your Highness?”

   I kicked at his backside as I walked out of the kitchen and he yelped, his laughter following me as I headed towards the table. I plopped down at the table and reached over to pick up my cell that I’d left there, in case the precinct called. No calls. Which meant no new developments.

   As much as I trusted Graham and the other boys to do their best, I had a feeling deep down that it wouldn’t be enough. Fulcrum had yet to be caught by the FBI, for fuck’s sake. Nobody even knew the slippery sucker’s real identity.

   Something about having Chuck on my side—or should I say Piranha—made me feel like I had a special weapon. Fulcrum wouldn’t even see it coming—the LAPD using someone even better than Fulcrum at hacking to track him down and break his ass in two.

   I turned to watch over the bar as he concentrated on making sandwiches. And then I swiveled back to his system and pulled up the Internet.

   By the time he came back around to the table with our food in hand, I was scanning an article about the psychology of hacking and hackers. It was all psychological, technically. And Fulcrum was playing some sort of psychological game with me. With the LAPD now, but mostly just with me.

   I was his target. But why?

   “Gaining any insight from that bogus article you’re reading?” Chuck asked, setting one of the plates down next to me. “That’s turkey, cheddar, onion, lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise on sourdough.”

   “Thanks.”

   “Well, I mean, technically, you’re supposed to make the sandwiches, being that you’re the woman—”

   He didn’t get to finish that joke, because I shoved his face with one hand, laughing. “Shut up.”

   Chuckling, he scooted his chair a little closer and leaned in to look at the screen. “Like I said, this is bogus.”

   “What makes you say that? Dr. Feinstein is a psychology professor at Brown. He’s done studies on hackers, scholarly research on the ‘art’ of hacking,” I said, making bunny ears.

   “Don’t bunny ear at that, Sarah. It is an art, okay? I mean, maybe not, but I never pass up the opportunity to be called an artist.” His grin was as adorable as it was cheeky, and he slid even closer. My hand unconsciously moved to his upper back, rubbing up to his neck and over to his shoulder. It was an intimate gesture I wasn’t even aware of, it felt so incredibly natural.

   “Okay, like this…” He took a massive bite out of his sandwich, chewing just a little before he spoke around the food in his mouth. “‘The hacker always has a goal in mind before he sits down in front of his computer. And a target.’ That’s not even true. I rarely had an actual goal in mind. I’d just pound away sometimes and see what I could get into. Totally improvising. Winging it.”

   “Well, aren’t you special?” I mocked quietly. “But maybe not all hackers are like you.”

   “I think a lot of them aaaare,” he said in a sing-songy voice, wrinkling his nose at me.

   I bit into my sandwich, chewing and swallowing. “Fulcrum absolutely had a target in mind—me. And he’s doing it for a specific reason. I thought this might clue me in on that reason.”

   Chuck’s hand was on my shoulder then, guiding me to turn and look at him. “I have an idea. You might not like it, but I’m gonna tell you anyways.”

   “You might not like it is probably the worst way to introduce something to someone, just so you know.” He gave me a flat look and I giggled. “Tell me your idea.”

   “Let’s set this aside for a bit. Just—” He raised a finger quickly, because I must have made a face. “Just for an hour or two.” I nibbled on my lip. “Look, when I was in high school, I—Let’s just say things weren’t easy for me and El. She had two jobs, on top of going to classes and schoolwork from said classes. I had two jobs that I worked after school and on weekends. We were both constantly working on…something. If we weren’t at our jobs, we were doing homework, writing essays. And eventually one or both of us would just get…burned out.”

   I swallowed thickly, paying close attention to him, trying not to speculate too much on why they had things so hard back then. I wanted to know. But I didn’t think it would be fair if I pried that out of him without letting him in on my own past. I wasn’t in the right place to talk about that.

   I didn’t even like thinking about it myself, letting alone telling someone else. I hadn’t ever told my partners…or my boyfriends…about any of it. And Chuck…Well, like I kept thinking about everything else lately, Chuck might be a good place to start.

   “So we agreed that every so often, we would step away from our work,” he continued, “put away the books and computers, just hang out. Have some quality time that wasn’t just Ellie helping me with my AP Chemistry homework. Because, trust me, that was not a stress-free situation for either of us.” He snorted.

   “What’d you do?” I asked, leaning my elbow on the table and smiling. Something about his relationship with Ellie made me feel…happy. But then I also felt a twinge of melancholy, a wish that I’d had a partner throughout everything. Sure, I’d had Carina, but she wasn’t my sister. She lived across the city, and eventually was dragged across the entire country to LA by her deadbeat mom and her deadbeat mom’s shit boyfriend. Things weren’t that easy for either of us, but for different reasons.

   I’d only met Ellie for a few minutes that fateful day over a month ago when she walked in on me and Chuck going at each other. She seemed observant, smart, and sweet, too. She obviously had a hold on her brother, in a good way. And they’d obviously been through some shit together. Where the hell were their parents through all of this?

   “Sometimes we watched a movie, played games, but usually we reconnected with nature, went on a hike or something.”

   “Soooo, you want to go on a hike at 7:30 at night?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

   He lowered his chin and gave me a flat look through his eyelashes. “No. I’m just saying, it might help to step back. Recalibrate your senses. Get a little separation from it. Rest your miiiind,” he drawled, spreading his hands through the air and narrowing his eyes. “If you get burned out, how’s that going to help anything?”

   “If I take a break, that’s an extra hour or two that I don’t know what this fucker wants from me.”

   “I know, Sarah. But…You’ll make yourself sick. Trust me. I practically killed myself trying to get my college applications done. I was sick for a week. Literally flat on my back. My body forced me to take a break.”

   I felt a small spike of anger, and forced myself to calm down before he saw it. “Chuck, I’ve been a detective for three years, and a police officer for even longer than that. I’ve had tough cases, high profile cases, I’ve been threatened before, shot at…” I decided not to tell him about the time I was actually shot. I was sure he’d seen the wound at some point and just hadn’t asked about it yet. Now wasn’t a good time for that. “I know how to handle a difficult case. I know how much I can take. I know when to step back.”

   “Have you ever been this close to a case? Where you were the victim? The suspect’s target?”

   I ignored the chill that went down my back and clenched my jaw. “Look, Chuck. I have this under control. It’s my job. Whether I’m the victim or not, this is what I get paid to do. And I’m really good at it.”

   “I know,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t mean to offend. I know you’re most likely the best detective the LAPD’s ever had, that you can handle this. I didn’t mean to insinuate otherwise.”

   I realized right then that he wasn’t patronizing me at all. In fact, he was trying to take care of me. I didn’t really know what that felt like, having someone care enough to protect me, to see to my well-being when I was maybe losing sight of it myself. I softened immediately, a little startled by the feeling.

   “No, it’s okay. Honestly, it is getting to me. I feel…helpless.” Why was I opening up like this again? Why was it always Chuck?

   Because he was safe. I kept going.

   “You’re right, Chuck. I’m closer to this than I’ve ever been to any other case. And the more time goes by that I don’t even know Fulcrum’s motive, the less control I have over the case, the less I know where I’m going, and the angrier I get.”

   “It’s scary,” he said, his hand laying over mine, curling his fingers around my palm.

   “That, too,” I admitted under my breath.

   “Well…” He swallowed and licked his lips. “I don’t know how much comfort this gives you, but…I’m here. And I’m going to do whatever I can to help. Whatever you need me to do.”

   “You’d probably be surprised by just how much comfort that gives me,” I said honestly, feeling strangely comfortable about admitting that to him. I smiled a little and turned my hand over to squeeze his.

   He grinned like crazy and I knew I was building on top of that hope of his. Without thinking too deeply about it, I was okay with that. The way he was looking at me gave me a little hope.

   But then I realized what I had to say in this moment. Because he’d just offered to do whatever he could to help. And I needed to make sure he knew what that might entail.

   And the flutter of warmth in my chest petered out just a bit.

   “Chuck, I need to ask you something.”

   “Of course.”

   The immediacy of his answer set my chest to fluttering again.

   “Before I do that, though, you need to know why I needed to know about your past as a hacker.” His eyes shook a little, but he didn’t look away. “I needed to know because I want to bring you back to the precinct. I want you to help us in…an official capacity. We’ve done it before, brought in outside experts. Psychiatrists, physicians, analysts, computer experts,” I gestured to him, “and um…a hypnotist once.” He raised an eyebrow. “Long story. I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

   I shook my head and got back on track.

   “Before you say yes,” I rushed out, knowing he was about to say yes, “I don’t know how much Graham knows about your past as a hacker. He noticed about as much as I did that day, I’m sure. He kept giving me these looks. But he ignored all of that, because this case is his first priority. He’s a good captain. But he’s also a really good cop. Always doing what’s right. Following the law.”

   “You think he might find out about me being Piranha.”

   “I don’t even know if he’s familiar with Piranha.”

   Chuck nodded minutely and cleared his throat. “Right.”

   “But if he does find out, I don’t know what he would do. I don’t know if he would…”

   “If I go back to help in a more official capacity, I might be putting myself at risk,” he murmured, saying what I was trying to say this whole time.

   I let out a long breath. “Yeah. Exactly.” I took another bite of my sandwich because it gave me something to do. I noticed that Chuck, on the other hand, put his sandwich down. “As a part of the team, you’d have whatever you needed at your fingertips. Anything that would help you help us in the investigation. But you would be spending time in a police precinct, surrounded by detectives, smart cops, cops who tend to ask a lot of questions. And honestly, my guys are a suspicious bunch.” I smiled a little at that and he smiled back. Just a twinge of a sparkle in his eye, his lips twitching in amusement.

   “They’re detectives,” he said with a shrug. “I wouldn’t feel as safe out there if you guys weren’t suspicious.” And then he reached up and rubbed the back of his head. “I’m not going to pretend it isn’t, erm, nerve-wracking. Me, an ex-hacker, delving back into that world, opening myself up to be looked at through a microscope by a bunch of cops. But,” he cleared his throat and squirmed a little in his chair, “the thing is, I-I am more concerned about what happens to you if everything that can possibly be done to get this guy…isn’t done.”

   I shook my head. “Chuck, don’t throw yourself under the bus just for me. I’m serious. I need to know that you understand the risk involved, here. Because if you agree to this, something bad could happen to you, and I’m not…” I let out a huff and tucked some hair back behind my ear. “You’ve moved away from the hacking world, and it isn’t fair for me to ask you to go back into it.”

   He chuckled and ruffled his own hair, then reached over to pick at the crust of his sandwich. “It is a little like wagging a bottle of whiskey in front of a recovering alcoholic’s face.” I winced. Because he was right. “But I think this is worth it.”

   I stared at him long and hard.

   “Worth the risk?” I finally asked.

   “You’re worth a lot of things, gumshoe.”

   His voice was so soft, sincere, his eyes as honest as the night I met him. I felt the pit inside of me, the pit I’d had since I was practically a kid, healing just a little. And I knew how amazing that was.

   “I think I can get Graham to invite you back, to work with us as our computer specialist. You’re leagues better than Albert, and Albert is a fantastic analyst, a wiz with computers. He never would’ve been able to do what you did that day. And I don’t…” I swallowed loudly and forced myself to keep my eyes on his. “I don’t trust him nearly as much as I trust you.”

   “Then it’s settled,” he said softly, a slow smile growing on his face. “If you trust me, and you should, then I’m your guy. Risk or not, I’m willing to put myself in the lion’s den, as it were, if it means we put this dickwad and the bastard he may or may not be working with in prison. I will hack the shit out of him. He won’t even know it’s coming.”

   There was that buzz again. He was just so confident. It was the most confident I’d seen him about anything. He knew what he was doing.

   But I still had to be sure.

   “Are you positive about this, Chuck? Because if you are, I’ll talk to Graham about bringing you back. If you don’t feel comfortable doing this, I more than understand. You have to look out for yourself.”

   He nodded. “I know. And we,” he fidgeted a little, and then seemed to gain a bit of confidence, enough to look me right in the eye. “We made an agreement, Sarah, about us. How the whole fuck buddies thing is…evolving into something else, something we aren’t labeling,” he rushed. “But I’m going to look out for you. I don’t trust anyone else to do it.”

   I hid a shiver. “You’re pretty confident.”

   “I know what I’m capable of.” He took a giant bite out of his sandwich then, smiling as he chewed.

   “You don’t think anybody else would be skilled enough to help me?”

   “They might be. But how can I be sure unless I do it myself? Tell Graham to call me again. I’m in.”

   He looked so sure as he finished off his sandwich. And even though I still had a third of mine left, I had a different hunger inside of me. This was so dangerous for him. And really I shouldn’t have even asked him, but the thought of having him by my side through this as more than just a confidant and lover made me feel secure in a way I knew nothing else could. I’d seen what he was capable of, and I thought maybe he was capable of much, much more than that. He could probably accomplish things I’d never even thought possible, things far above anything I could even understand.

   Chuck Bartowski had already fucked up Fulcrum’s shit in just a few hours. And I knew with everything in me that he could do it again. Would do it again. If only he had the clearance and the materials to do so. We could give him both of those things.

   “Okay,” I said, nodding slowly, watching for even the smallest of signs that he wasn’t totally and completely sure. But I could see that he was sure about the decision. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in him. And Chuck tended to be pretty transparent with his emotions.

   “But know that if you feel uncomfortable at any time, I can finagle things to get you out of there. If you need me to. I’ll make a good enough excuse, and you’ll be free to go. Completely out of the crosshairs…so to speak.”

   Chuck smiled with a short nod. “Thank you. I will keep that in mind. But I promise, it’ll be okay.” He leaned closer. “I’ll be okay.”

   Why was he reassuring me? He was the one who could potentially be in danger if the others knew he was the supposed legendary “Piranha” of the hacking world. And then I realized my worry must’ve shown in my face. That’s why he was reassuring me. “Chuck, you don’t have to—”

   “Nothing of Piranha is even left save a few mentions here and there in the threads I told you about. Reminiscing type stuff. As long as I don’t burst into your work like, ‘hello, I have broken the law, let me tell you how’, I think I should be okay.”

   I didn’t really know what to say. So I picked up my sandwich and finished it, acutely aware of his eyes on me.

   “What’s that look for?” he finally asked. I furrowed my brow at him in confusion, a little unsettled that he saw so much in my face when I was usually so good about hiding things from everyone else—people I’d known for awhile now, let alone this man I’d met a little over 4 months ago.

   I stood up and grabbed our plates, walking away from him and around the bar into the kitchen, heading straight for the sink.

   “Sarah, what is it?”

   Taking my time putting the dishes in the sink, I felt him walk into the kitchen behind me. I braced my hands on the counter and shut my eyes for a long second, before I turned to face him. He stood close, so tall and sturdy, reassuring and strong.

   “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. It’s dangerous and if something happened to you because I dragged you back in front of my captain, after all of these years of being in the clear…I just shouldn’t have asked you. I take all of it back. It’s too much of a risk.”

   My mouth stilled as his hands gently moved to cup my face, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone.

   He didn’t say anything.

   He just moved in to kiss me. His lips were warm and oh so sweet. His hands so caring and reverent. We just stood there for awhile, kissing, with me trapped against the corner of the counter, his body pressed against mine.

   Chuck just kept moving his lips over mine, his tongue just barely teasing me, his hand slipping down to my neck.

   I pulled back just a bit, letting out a soft breath, my eyelids fluttering open slowly. Something deep down inside of me was slowly coming to the surface. It was more than lust. More than desire. It was something I didn’t understand. But it made my eyes sting a little. And it made me feel okay with this new direction between us that I was attempting to ride—slowly and carefully.

   And then came the lust. In full force.

   I sprang at him.

   I kissed him hard, grabbing his head in my hands, lifting one leg to wrap around him and arching to grind my groin against his. He growled into my mouth and twisted his fists in my shirt, yanking me tighter against him.

   We half staggered out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards his room. I ignored the sharp pain in my elbow as I hit it against the doorframe once we got to his bedroom, instead spinning us so that I could back him towards his bed.

   His legs hit the mattress and he toppled backwards, chuckling up at me, a look on his face I knew mirrored my own. And just before I crawled on top of him, he reached up fast to grab my hips.

   “What?” I panted, resisting the urge to reach down and tear the front of his pants open to get to his cock.

   “In my nightstand. The drawer.”

   I had a feeling he was being purposefully vague, but I was also curious, so I moved from where I’d braced one knee next to him and I reached over, tugging the drawer open. A pair of sex cuffs that were a lot like the play ones we’d used before were there, alone, save for a pad of paper and a pencil. I had a feeling the paper and pencil weren’t what he wanted.

   I reached in and pulled them out, shutting the drawer and holding them up for Chuck to see, raising my eyebrow at him meaningfully. “These what you wanted me to get?”

   Chuck sat up, a little unsure now. “Don’t you want to? All night long, you’ve seemed really turned on by me being a hacker. I thought you’d—”

   “You trust me with this?” I interrupted. It wasn’t my intention to disrupt the foreplay we’d just had going on. But after everything that had happened this evening, him telling me he’d more than just dabbled in criminal hacking, me being a detective, sworn to uphold the law… Did he really trust me not to betray him?

   The second I put these on him, I had all of the power. I could do whatever I wanted to do. I could call for back-up. I could tell everyone who he was. I’d be the one who caught Piranha. Not that I really knew the full significance of that.

   But Chuck didn’t have to answer. I could see the answer in his face. And I wondered if someday I might let him down. I wondered if that look that was currently on his face, the emotions that went with it, might be his downfall. I wasn’t worth this.

   He was trusting me when I didn’t even fully trust me.

   Because I was being blindsided with emotions, I fought them away by diving headfirst into the role play, grabbing him and shoving him so that he slammed back against the mattress, his eyes wide.

   “You have the right to remain silent.”

   Click!

I grabbed his other arm as he swiveled to look up, watching as I clicked the other cuff into place. He was trapped, cuffed with both arms above his head. He gave a quick tug, rattling them against the bed frame, but I’d done a damn good job with it. I’d been putting cuffs on perps for over five years, after all.

   “Anything you say can and will be used against you in court of law.” I draped my body over his and kissed his neck, letting my tongue trace up to his jaw, where I bit him teasingly.

   And as I moved my lips to his, kissing him wildly, I dragged my hand down between us and undid his jeans as quickly as I could. Then I buried my hand inside of his boxers and grabbed him in my fist, slowly rubbing up and down his cock.

   He let out a long breath and pulled against the cuffs. “What are you going to do to me?” he asked against my lips.

   “Torture you a little bit,” I said, pecking his lips, and cheek. “And then I’m taking you in, bad boy.” I felt a little corny calling him bad boy, but he seemed to like it. Or maybe what he liked was my hand stroking him under his boxers.

   “And if I plead guilty? If I tell you everything I did?”

   “I’ll probably thank you before I lock you up.”

   He let out a laugh, but swallowed it quickly as I gave him a strong squeeze. “Ah ah ah! Ooo. Wow.” He sent me look that told me he really liked what I was doing, so I moved my fist a little faster, teasing the very tip with my thumb. “Nnnnnnng…” His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

   “Although I must admit…I am curious about what Piranha did in his heyday.”

   “Of course you would be,” he said, his body tensing under my ministrations. “And I know handcuffing me to my bed is supposed to be about you taking control. But can I at least make one teeny tiny little request?”

   I made a show of thinking about it. “I shouldn’t be doing this. But since you turned yourself in, I suppose I can at least hear the request.”

   He shut his eyes and I watched as a dreamy smile stretched over his lips while I continued to stroke him. Finally, he opened his eyes and bit his lip, humming.

   “You know that thing you do sometimes when you’re on top of me, where you hold my legs up and…uh, I don’t know how to explain it, really. It’s when you’re in control.”

   I knew Chuck liked when I was on top, but he was requesting Amazon in particular and I was so turned on. At least I thought that’s what he meant.

   “You want Amazon Detective?” I asked, lowering my lips to his ear, blowing gently against it and feeling him shiver beneath me. I continued to stroke his cock, feeling how hard it was between my fingers.

   “Is that what it’s called? Amazon? Makes sense, weirdly. And yes. My last request as a free man.”

   It probably said a lot about the guy that his “last request as a free man” entailed me folding him into a vulnerable position and taking control. I smirked down at him and kissed his chin. “Mind if I do something first?”

   He shook his head and I slid down his body. I dispensed of his pants and boxers quickly, then climbed back between his legs as he widened them for me. I stroked him a little bit longer, watching him as he hummed in pleasure. And then I leaned down to take him into my mouth.

   I sucked on the tip of his cock slowly, dragging my eyes up the length of his body until they fastened on his amber gaze. And then I slid my lips down lower, slowly bobbing my head up and down, flattening my tongue on his tip.

   “Ohhh, God. I would gladly go to prison if you were actually my arresting officer,” he said, flashing a bit of teeth at me.

   “Mmm,” I hummed, slipping him out of my mouth for a moment. “And your personal prison guard?”

   “Would you handle all of my conjugal visits?”

   “Oh, every last one. Personally.”

   He chuckled, swallowing it in a strangled gasp as I wrapped my lips around him again and gave him a hard suck.

   He made a request, and I had every intention of fulfilling it, but damn me if I hadn’t become addicted to his taste, the look on his face whenever he watched me blow him, how when it became too much, he groaned and let his head fall back.

   Maybe that was the thing that made me trust Chuck Bartowski more than anything else. He was so honest about the way I made him feel. He was vocal about his pleasure.

   He had no shame about groaning too loud. He didn’t care to hide it when I made him whimper. He let it all out, let me hear it. He was vulnerable in front of me without a second thought, and that was what made us both so different. I couldn’t stand being vulnerable in front of others.

   And yet…

   I didn’t hesitate when letting him take control of me during sex, letting him see my ecstasy, hear how fucking good he made me feel. Encouraging him, egging him on, crying out his name in pleasure.

   I’d felt safe with him all this time, almost from the very beginning, even when I literally knew nothing about him except how his body felt against mine. It had come so naturally to me that it went completely unnoticed.

   Maybe he’d made me feel comfortable because of his honesty, his unashamed way of showing his pleasure, letting me see everything. It was more than any other man had given me, even the few boyfriends that I’d been with over the years.

   I was getting lost in my own head now, and before I could start to feel confused and unsettled by the emotions stirring inside of my chest, I guided his shaft back into my mouth and bobbed my head over his lap with a bit more vigor, moaning, trying to lose myself in something besides my head. Like the sounds he was making for instance.

   “Ohh shit! Fffff—ah!” I heard the cuffs clang as he tugged, and I glanced up to his his biceps bulging as he tensed from the pleasure. He was clenching his jaw, his features pinched.

   I wanted access to his chest, and I silently applauded Chuck for having the foresight to wear a button up short sleeve shirt instead of his usual T-shirt. That meant I didn’t have to uncuff him.

   Setting my tongue against the underside of his cock, I moved it in slow hard circles, stroking my finger over his tip gently, just barely grazing it. I saw goosebumps rise on his skin, which meant I was doing it right, I assumed.

   Then I reached up with my free hand to pop the lowest button of his shirt, moving up to undo the rest of them, very slowly, all the while continuing to lick at his cock. When I unbuttoned his shirt all the way, I pushed it open to reveal his heaving chest, and I dragged my hand over him, trapping his nipple between my fingers before shifting to do the same to his other one.

   “Sarah,” he panted. “God, Sarah!”

   I shifted between his legs as I held his cock to my mouth, blowing cool air against his damp shaft, before I guided it between my lips. I arched my back and reached up with both hands to drag them up his torso and pinch his nipples simultaneously. And then I slid my lips down his length, squeezing him along the way.

   I kept going, lower and lower, tweaking his nipples in the meantime. Until he was deep inside of my mouth. But I knew he would like it if I went even lower, so I took a deep breath in through my nose, and then pushed him all the way into my throat.

   I shut my eyes tightly to keep them from watering as he let out a strangled whimper. As I swallowed, I felt him press against my throat. Instead of pulling back, I nodded my head a few times, rubbing his chest with my fingers, humming so that he could feel it that much more, and then I shoved him down my throat again, fighting my gag reflex.

   I peeked up at him as best I could.

   He looked half mad, his fists clenched as he yanked on the cuffs, his muscles taut and strong, his face set in a delicious mixture of awe and hunger. “W-Wait, wait,” he gasped. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come. Wait. Too soon.”

   He was right.

   So I slowly guided him out of my mouth, holding him in my hand and gently twisting him in my fist. “Sorry,” I said with a one shoulder shrug. “Guess I got a little carried away.” I slid my free hand around his hip and tucked it underneath him to clutch onto his ass cheek, squeezing as he whimpered and sent me a smirk.

   “Oh, don’t apologize. It could happen to anybody.”

   I giggled and shook my head, not sure when we’d done away with the role play exactly. But I was fine with it if he was.

   Something about this felt a little more…personal. Intimate. The wordless pact between us to protect one another was what maybe changed the tone. Maybe the newfound honesty between us. I didn’t really know for sure.

   I crawled up to my knees, still poised between his legs, and I took a moment to size him up, figure out just what he needed from me. Amazon, yes. But what would feel best for him?

   Chuck licked his lips as I put my hands under his legs. “Bend,” I breathed, and he immediately complied, pulling his legs up so that his knees were tucked against his chest, or at least as much as his flexibility allowed. And for a tall man, he seemed pretty flexible. It was impressive.

   I decided to push him a little bit further, slowly to make sure he was comfortable, and I put my hands on his inner thighs. I eased his legs further apart so that he was wide open to me, his cock sticking up, waiting to be inside of me.

   I had never had a man under me in such a vulnerable position, so open, so ready for me. He’d asked for this, too. I could see his need in his face, in the tension of his muscles, even in his hard penis pulsating, damp from me blowing him for as long as I did.

   Scooting up close, I braced one knee next to his ass on the mattress, letting him rest his thigh on mine, holding him behind his knee so that he didn’t have to hold his legs up himself. Not that he really could with his hands cuffed to the frame over his head. And then I used my right foot to press against the bed and lift myself up, leaning over him until I felt his hardness slide against my slit.

   With my free hand, I reached between us and guided him inside of me, slowly lowering myself and pushing his entire girth into me. I whimpered as he filled me up, moving my leg to press my knee to the mattress symmetrical to my other leg, and I sank down until our groins were grinding together.

   Holding both of his legs behind the knee, I gave an experimental thrust, feeling him shift in me. Oh, he was pushed right up against that front wall. G-spot central.

   “Ahhh,” he breathed out, his eyelids fluttering. “Can you prop the pillows under my head a little bit so that I can watch?”

   It was a struggle to keep from grinning at him. But I focused on how good he felt inside of my pussy and was able to fight it off, leaning forward to reach for the nearest pillow. He tilted his back off the bed and I wedged the pillow under him, propped against the headboard so that he could see. “How’s that?” I asked, shifting my knees a little wider, bracing my hands on his shoulders.

   “God, that’s perfect,” he breathed. And he threw his hips up to bump against mine with a soft slap.

   I moaned quietly.

   Reaching back, I grabbed him behind his knees, pushed his legs back and apart, and started to thrust in earnest, making my movements quick and tight, clenching my ass. “Nng,” I whimpered, because he was grinding against my inner walls so deliciously.

   I leaned over him a little more and widened my stance, and then I started to bounce myself down against him, our bodies thumping together over and over and over.

   “AH!” he exclaimed in a strangled tone. “Ahh fuck! That’s it, Sarah. Fuck me!”

   I kept going, over and over again, as Chuck stared down his body with his face pinched in pleasure, getting off on watching me fuck him.

   Shifting again, I straightened my back so that our torsos were perpendicular, and I moved my hands up to his calves, straightening his legs and holding on tightly as I slid up and down his penis. I moved slowly at first, and then I couldn’t help myself and I started throwing my weight down, bouncing both of us on the bed.

   “This what you want?” I asked through clenched teeth. “Huh, baby? You want me to fuck you like this?”

   “Yes,” he groaned. “Saraaah!”

   And then I let go of his legs and braced my hands on his chest, moving my right knee from where it pressed against the bed to instead bend my leg under his and use my foot for leverage. Crouching on top of him, I curled my fingers around his waist, clinging tightly, and I jerked my hips against him. Hard. Fast.

   It wasn’t an easy position, my limbs growing tired almost immediately, but I forced myself to keep going because his cock shifted to press right into my g-spot. Pressing my lips tightly together, shutting my eyes, I went to town on him, whimpering, panting through my nose, throwing my hips hard into his.

   “Oh yeah!” he panted. “Yeah! Come for me,” he demanded. “Come for me, Sarah. Come on. That’s it.” He clenched his jaw and arched his hips into mine. I came sudden and hard. And fuck me, it was glorious.

   I cried out and arched forward, slowing down a little, throwing my hips forward in long, aching thrusts to make it last. “Ohhh! Oh fuck. Oh fuck that’s good.”

   Licking my lips and taking a deep breath, I shifted again, lying down on top of his body so that our chests rubbed together, my full weight pressed against him. And then I reached up to take his hands, forcing him to grab onto the frame, and I curled my fingers over his.

   Knees still bent, he lowered his legs to press his feet to the mattress, still spreading wide for me, arching his head up to kiss whatever part of me he could, which happened to be my chin at the moment.

   I grinned and moved my lips down to his ear. “I’m gonna go slow,” I murmured, nipping his earlobe between my teeth, and then sucking on it. “Like this. Ah! Ah! Nnng! Yes! Yes!”

   With slow, tight thrusts, my legs stretched out straight behind me, I fucked him gently, squeezing my ass, holding my thrusts for awhile to really tighten around him.

   I pulled myself up his body as I thrusted, using my arms, letting him look me in the face, watching as his eyes wandered over my shoulders, up my arms, staring at the way my biceps bulged as I fucked him.

   So he was just as fascinated with what I looked like fucking him as I was with him. I stored that in the back of my mind for later. And I kept fucking him, reveling in the words of encouragement he was whispering up at me.

   I felt another orgasm approach, much more slowly than last time, and I pushed myself up, bending my knees and tucking them under his legs again. I made him bend his knees back again, holding his legs up and apart, and I fucked him fast and hard, whimpering as our groins smacked together wetly.

   “I wanna feel your cum in me,” I said, gritting my teeth in ecstasy. “Let go, Chuck.”

   “I’m almost there,” he gasped. “Keep going.”

   I did, lowering a hand down my front to rub his lower belly just above where his penis penetrated me. He whimpered and shut his eyes tightly, and when he opened them they were glossy.

   “Put your hand in my hair,” he said this time.

   I leaned over him again and tangled my free hand in the curls on top of his head, giving his hair a little tug as I swung my hips against his, our bodies meeting loudly.

   “Nnng fuck!” he cried out. And then I felt his hot seed spurt into me. His body tensed as he stared down at where we were connected, and then his rushed voice begged, “Touch yourself, Sarah. Touch yourself ’til you come.”

   A grin exploded on my face as I kept my grip on his hair, yanking his head up so that he could watch as I slid two of my fingers from my free hand down to press against my clit.

   “Ohhhh yeah…”

   “Come on, baby,” he panted. “Come on.”

   I jerked my fingers over my clit, still rocking onto his cock, feeling him squirt the last of his seed into me. With one last clench of my ass, I came again, crying out his name, rolling my clit slowly, pressing, feeling it pulse with orgasm.

   Chuck wrapped his legs around me as I collapsed onto him limply, turning his face to kiss my hair, nuzzling my ear, chuckling breathlessly.

   I shut my eyes, grinning, my teeth grazing his collarbone.

   Breathless. But wanting more.



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