Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK or its characters. I am not making any money from this or any of my CHUCK stories.

Chapter List
- 28
- 29
- 30
Notes: Thanks for sticking around, all of you. Holiday season is always busy with me. Extra work at the job. Extra family things, unfortunately. Sorry for taking so long, but I appreciate everyone who reviewed. It was really encouraging. Thank you! Story is still going strong, no worries.
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK or its characters and I'm not making any money from this.
I lifted my arms up to hold onto the headboard once Chuck untied my wrists, letting my muscles ease a little.
Chuck shifted beneath me after a few minutes. I opened my eyes to watch as his hand snuck over to grab the corner of the duvet and pull it back. I figured he wanted us to crawl inside to continue our escapades. But then I gasped.
“Wuh?” He jerked under me, alert. And, I was heart warmed to discover, his arms tightened around me, cradled me, protectively. “What is it?
“The sheets,” I said. “They’re silk.”
“No way.” He turned his head to look down and he ran his fingers over the sheets. “Mmmmmmm!” The dreamy look on his face made me laugh. He was just so adorable. “We have got to have sex in these.”
I laughed even harder. “Oh, you have no choice.”
His hand slapped down over my ass and I yelped.
“Ladies first.”
I stopped him from pulling the sheets down more, grabbing onto his wrist and pinning it to the mattress. And then I squirmed in his lap. Even when it wasn’t hard, Chuck’s dick felt so damn good inside of me. “Wait…”
He furrowed his brow at me in question.
“Those are clean silk sheets. Clean, Chuck. We’re not so clean.”
Chuck lifted an eyebrow. “You think we’re not gonna get them all sweaty anyways?”
“We definitely are…but I want to wait until later. When we’re all clean, they’re going to feel so much better.”
He stroked both hands down to my ass and squeezed, thrusting himself into me gently and making me purr. “Fine. We’ll keep the silk sheets clean for all of two seconds.”
I snorted.
With his help, I climbed off of him, and he crawled out from underneath me to stand beside the bed. He wobbled a bit and let out a cheeky, “Phew.” And then he threw his thumb over his shoulder towards the main room. “So, want me to get a menu for lunch?”
I climbed up to stand next to him, running a hand up his chest, his tie clutched in the other. “Who said we were finished here?”
“You said you don’t want to use the bed ’til later when we’re clean.”
“True.” I slipped the tie over his head and back around his neck, leaving it loose. “But that doesn’t mean we’re done.”
I used his tie to pull him down, kissing him hard, even biting his lip. He grunted and grinned into the kiss, keeping his hands by his sides. As I pulled back, I used my grip on his tie to guide him away from the bed with me.
And once we reached the middle of the room, I nodded my head towards the floor. “Get on your knees.”
Chuck clenched his jaw and did as I said, holding onto my thighs and sliding his hands to my ass. When he started moving my leg to prop it on his shoulder, I stopped him, knowing he’d misunderstood my intention. “Mm mm. No, no. On all fours.”
His brow furrowed, curiosity lighting his whiskey-colored eyes. He smirked. “You should’ve specified, Miss Stevens.”
I cupped his face. “Sarah. As fun as that was, I want my Chuck back.”
Chuck’s eyes softened at that and he lost the accent. “Tired of the game?”
“No.” I paused. “But I don’t think there’s any man in the universe who knows what I want better than Charles. Irving. Bartowski.” I pronounced his name slowly, playing with his curls that were already messy again.
“Remember that,” he said quietly, his smile warm.
I giggled. “I doubt you’ll let me forget anytime soon.”
With a groan, he nuzzled his face into my crotch, licking my clitoris and moving down to play with my sex for a few moments. And then he pulled back again, and his eyes flashed as he met my gaze. “I’m going to work really hard to make sure you don’t.”
“Right back atcha, stud.” I stroked his cheek. “Now get down there.” He excitedly dropped down on all fours, his ass sticking out, vulnerable to my touch. I slid my hands down his back, massaging his sides, dragging back up to his shoulders, and down again until I cupped his ass in both hands.
Then I stepped up behind him and straddled his hips, planting my feet, leaning down to knead his shoulders and back muscles.
I took his tie then and turned it around so that I was holding both ends in my hands like you would the reins while riding a horse. And then I crouched, re-situating my feet, until my clit was pressed against his tight ass.
“What are you doing?” he asked, and I could tell by the tightness of his voice that he was as turned on as he was intrigued.
I leaned down to lay out over his back, rubbing my hard nipples over his muscle, taking his earlobe between my teeth and then pressing my lips to his ear. “Ever been humped from behind?”
His body shivered against mine. “No.”
I reached around him to wrap my fingers around his cock and gently squeezed, slowly sliding my fist up and down. “You wanna be?”
“God, yes. I don’t even know what that entails, but yes. Please.”
He had a way of making me laugh at the most unlikely of times. And that knowledge, coupled with the fact that no one had ever cared to make me laugh the way he did, made something deep inside of me start to bloom. Maybe it was a realization. I didn’t know what it was then, but I wrapped my other arm around his body letting go of the tie and letting it drop to the ground. I hugged him close, kissing his cheek.
I was winging it here, and I wasn’t exactly sure how good it would be for either of us, whether or not it would work. But both of us were always game to try things.
So I started to thrust against him, grinding my sex into his tight ass cheek and letting out a high pitched “Nng!” into his ear.
This position left me feeling powerful, especially as I straightened my torso and grabbed his hips, humping his ass, feeling his hard muscle under smooth, hot skin rubbing against my clit.
I arched my back and reached around him again to squeeze his testicles first, then pump my fist up and down his length. He was hardening slowly, becoming more erect as I continued.
My eyes slipped shut and I really started going at him, moaning, listening to his soft whispers of my name. I began to thrust hard and fast, slapping my clit against his ass, feeling a delicious sting where my body met his.
“S-Sarah…hnng….”
I stopped for a moment and opened my eyes at feeling something brush against my hand. He was holding the tie up.
“Use this,” he panted, meeting my gaze over my shoulder. “I’ll grab your foot if it’s too much.”
Everything in my body felt white hot and I shivered. I took the tie from him and slung it around his neck again, holding both ends in one hand and giving him a good tug. I heard him make a soft choking sound and I shivered again. “Are you sure?” I panted.
“Do it.”
So I did.
I jerked my sex against his ass, grinding, bouncing, switching between the three, and I tugged on the tie to choke Chuck every few seconds, hearing him groan, let out a strangled gasp, then whimper my name. He was breathing hard, tilting his torso down and leaning on his elbows instead of propping himself up by his palms.
“God yes,” I gasped. I was getting close and he was definitely hard now. The choking and my handling of his penis throughout all of this had hardened him much quicker than I’d anticipated. “What do you want, Chuck? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you on your knees,” he growled, his voice catching as I tugged on the tie. He let out a soft cough, choking a little, and then I loosened it again and he laughed breathlessly.
He wanted to turn the tables and fuck me from behind.
That meant he’d be inside me again.
And I was all for that.
So I slid back, away from him, and I crawled down to get on all fours. I saw him clamber up to his feet in my peripheral, and then I felt him crawl up behind me, straddling my knees with his, his long fingers wrapping around my waist.
His cock slapped against my pussy a couple of times, and then his full length, so hard and slick, was shoved into my vagina. “Yes!” I called out to the empty room.
He started off rougher than I’d expected.
Slap slap slap slap slap!
“Oh, shit!” I gasped. “Shit! Fuck me! Yes!”
He slowed down then, but still jerked his cock into my opening with long, rough thrusts, lifting my knees from the floor with each one.
“Your pussy’s so good,” he whimpered.
I let out a breathy giggle. “Ah! Nnnggg!” I turned my face and bit my own arm, rocking back into his hard thrusts.
Chuck swept to his feet then, holding my hips tight so that my lower half surged up into the air. I was practically doing a handstand, my palms braced on the floor. “Oh God, Chuck!”
His cock pressed into my g-spot in this insane position. And I bent my legs up to tuck them against his sides. Chuck went much slower, his thrusts a little shallower, but his dick hit every last wonder spot in my pussy.
“Ooohhh yesss!!!” The blood was rushing to my head. It made my body tingle and buzz.
I jolted with each of his strokes, letting out a breathy chuckle as his hands spread my ass cheeks and he teased my asshole with one of his thumbs.
“Put it in,” I gasped. “Please! Oh I’m almost there. Come on!”
“Hnng…me too,” he breathed.
He sunk his finger into my asshole and curled it against my front wall, then jerked his cock roughly into me from above.
I came hard just as I felt his cum flow into my pussy.
“Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!” I yelled, my voice ragged.
Disconnecting ourselves could have gone a bit more smoothly once we both finished coming, but we both eventually ended up lying on the ground side by side, laughing like we were mad, rolling into each other.
I buried my face in his chest and clung to him, inching my toes between his calves until he opened his legs enough for me to stick one of mine between them, effectively tangling us up on the floor.
“I’ve got rug burns on my knees. Pretty sure.”
I laughed again and nuzzled him. “So do I.”
“Worth it?”
“Mmmm it always is.”
He chuckled. “Good.”
After a couple of minutes, I finally extracted myself from his embrace and climbed to my feet. “Think I’m gonna let the shower pound on me for a few.”
Chuck laughed and I turned to look down at him in confusion.
“Sorry. Word choice,” he explained. “I was gonna say, ‘Should I be jealous?’”
And I laughed as well, walking to the bathroom. I glanced over my shoulder to get one last look at him, all sprawled out on the floor, a satisfied grin on his face, still not moving to get up, and then I ducked into the bathroom, shutting the door.
Stretching to make my arms and back pop, I padded over to the shower and turned it on, feeling the water for temperature and stepping back again.
Maybe it was a little immature for me to immediately chalk it up to the drought California was dealing with, how it would save water for us to share a shower…
But it only took a few moments for me to realize how stubborn and silly it was for me to deny the real reason I wanted it. I didn’t give a damn about the drought in that moment as I started walking back to the door of the bathroom, opening it and stopping in the doorway, looking over at Chuck as he sat up with his back against the side of the bed, still on the floor where I’d left him.
I was ready to bring someone into my shower-time. Not just someone. Chuck Bartowski was quickly becoming that person—the one I was finding more and more that I could trust. And that meant trusting him enough to let him in…almost everywhere. My sacred shower time, that time that I let myself think and be vulnerable.
It was a big deal.
I crossed the room to stand before him as he watched quietly, his brow furrowed in curiosity. This was a big deal. I knew how important this moment was.
I moved to hover over him as he stared up at me, and I reached down my hand towards him. He looked at it, then up at me, then down at my hand again.
Neither of us said a word as he slid his hand into mine and let me help him up to his feet. He stood close to me, our fronts pressed close together.
This was another step forward for us. And I wondered if he knew just how big of a step it was for me. How much I was letting him in by inviting him into the shower with me.
I walked backwards, slowly leading him towards the bathroom again, walking through the doorway, past the sinks, and to the shower that was billowing steam out from the top.
Chuck looked at it over my shoulder, and then bit his cheek. And I wondered if that was him trying to subdue whatever reaction he was having to this moment, trying not to get too excited. He blinked once, then he grinned and nodded at the shower.
I smiled back at him quietly and stepped into the shower, pulling him with me, sighing happily as the water cascaded over my body. It felt amazing. The jet felt like a massage, it was so perfect.
And as Chuck’s body brushed against my arm, I stepped away and let him get under the jet.
He groaned at how good it felt, running his hands through his hair, and I watched the water travel down his body in sexy rivulets, in and out of his muscles, dripping off of the end of his delicious cock.
I reached over to grab the small box sitting in the soap dish that was inset into the tile wall, opening it up, pulling the bar of soap out, and tossing the empty box over the shower wall to land on the floor outside of our steamy sanctuary. Then I lathered the soap up in my hands and reached over to take Chuck by his waist, pulling him closer to me so that the jet pounded against his back.
I rubbed him with my soapy hands, lathering him up, massaging his body as I went along, reaching around to palm his ass with my soapy hands, even with the water washing it all away. I kneaded his ass cheeks, stepping up close to him and kissing him slowly, languorously.
Then I dragged my hands back around and grabbed the bar again, making my hands all soapy, setting it away from us, and wrapping my fingers around Chuck’s cock. I used both hands to stroke him, gliding my fingertips along the underside, pressing just enough to make him grumble in pleasure. I cleaned his penis, scrubbing it with soap, all while pumping my fist up and down its length, teasing the tip with my thumb, using my other hand to massage his testicles.
Chuck’s hands moved up to cradle my face tenderly, and he waited for me to look into his eyes before he leaned in to kiss me. We embraced. I let go of his cock and wrapped my arms around him, our bodies molding together under the spray of the shower, water running down our faces.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, but he eventually pulled back and we took deep, long breaths. I smiled at how easily I lost track of time with Chuck. And then I smiled even harder as his lips crashed into mine again.
As good as this was, I began to let my mouth drift from his, down his jaw to his neck, nipping at him to feel his chest bounce against mine as he chuckled. And then I kissed down to his shoulder, back to his neck, and slowly…very slowly…I pressed open mouthed kisses to his chest, sucking on each nipple, flicking them with my tongue, moving down his hard abdomen. I teased the hills and valleys of his torso, threading my fingers with his, holding his hands as I thrilled him with my lips and tongue.
Until I was on my knees again. I spared him one quick glance, taking in the way the water made his body into a damn piece of art. It was delicious.
And then I arched my back to catch the tip of his penis between my lips, straightening up again and lifting it with me. I delicately held him between two fingers and sucked on his tip, tickling the sensitive fleshy bit at the end with my tongue.
“Oh, Sarah…” he breathed, so quiet that I barely heard it over the shower.
I formed a ring with my fingers around the base of his cock and slowly slid it up and down as I continued to suck on the tip. I took my time, switching it up with the way I touched him, sometimes letting my nails run up the length gently enough to stimulate him without scratching him, other times squeezing, and then I’d pump him in my fist. But I never took my mouth away from him, sucking, licking, tasting.
This was something I’d absolutely never done. Bryce had been the first man I’d let into the shower with me, but a quickie against my shower’s tile wall until he ejaculated had been the most I’d given him. It was more than I’d really wanted to, honestly.
And since letting Chuck into these private, intense moments of my life, I’d realized there was a reason Bryce had never gotten this far. I’d never felt comfortable enough with Bryce, even though he’d been my partner for a few years, and my boyfriend who had spent a lot of time at my place, and vice versa. There hadn’t been any growth there. It had been stagnant. I’d never wanted to try harder, and I didn’t think he had either.
I knew my hang-ups had been part of what made him seek other women. But he was a shit head for not trying, instead losing himself in women who weren’t me, women without hang-ups.
Chuck was different. He cared enough to work on this with me, to help me. He was trying.
And with that thought in mind, I sought to give him as much pleasure as I could, teasing him, tasting him, listening to his bliss as he groaned, whimpering my name.
I was growing with Chuck. Not just as it pertained to our relationship. But me. I was growing. I was figuring things out, battling demons. And I thought maybe I might find more success if I let him know more about my demons…in due time. Maybe if he knew, he would understand me even better, be more patient…Maybe he’d know how to help me. Or at least help me to help myself.
I felt him slowly getting harder and harder as time passed, and my knees felt a little raw and achy, but I stayed where I was. This momentous occasion had to be about him. I had to make him see—feel—how I felt.
Passion was boiling over inside of me, and he was hard enough, so I started sliding my lips further down his shaft, pushing him deeper into my mouth. And I began to bob my head, sucking, blowing, squeezing. I let him feel my teeth against his length as I pulled back, then slid my lips forward, then back with my teeth again. “Nnnng! Oh my God, baby. You’re so good…” His voice was tight, my name a mantra on his lips. And I loved the way he reached down to push my wet hair from my face, his fingers gentle.
I slid my hands around to grab his ass and I started to push him further into my mouth. He took the hint I was trying to convey and I felt him start to thrust gently into my efforts, his ass cheeks clenching with each of his strokes.
I moaned at the clenching muscles under my fingers, kneading him, my eyes fluttering shut. And then with one quick jerk of my head, I had his cock sliding all the way down my throat.
“Ahhh!!!” he yelled, his hands clamping around my head. I swallowed once, now practiced enough not to gag, but I nearly did when he lost a bit of control and started gyrating into my face, his cock grinding against my throat like it was the inner caverns of my pussy.
He pulled back and I had to let him fall out of my mouth completely, rocking back onto my haunches and taking a few deep breaths.
“Sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. I lost—”
“No!” I rushed out, moving back to my knees and curling my fingers around him, stroking his penis again. “No, don’t apologize. You can take what you want from me, Chuck. Always.”
He didn’t seem convinced, but I ignored that, wrapping my mouth around him again and blowing him.
I could feel his body tightening a few minutes later, his abs more pronounced, the blush rising to his cheeks, his ass so damn tight and strong under my fingers. And I knew he was close.
So I doubled down, bobbing my head faster, squeezing his balls.
Until he surprised me, just before I was going to deep throat him and get him off, and he cupped my face and pulled himself out of my mouth, even going so far as to take a step back.
“I’m really close,” he said.
I knew that. And I conveyed it to him with a raised eyebrow.
“You said I can take what I want from you. Always.” “Always,” I confirmed, making sure he saw how sincere I was as I looked up at him. I didn’t have even an ounce of doubt about that.
He pulled his lips between his teeth and narrowed his eyes at the tile wall above me, before looking down at me again. He took a breath in through his teeth. “Can I come on you?”
“On me?” I asked after a moment’s pause. He nodded, looking unsure. I didn’t entirely know where he meant, except that I figured he didn’t mean he wanted his cum inside of me, but on my body somewhere.
I scooted up closer to him, looking up into his face, and I smirked seductively, taking his cock in my hands and stroking it. It was so hard, and he really was so close to finishing.
So I helped him along, pumping him hard, squeezing as I got closer to the tip each time. And then a white stream of cum squirted neatly out of his cock to decorate my collarbone.
“Sarah!! Hnng!! Yes!”
He stared closely as his cum shot onto my chest and neck. And then I lifted his dick just enough for it to hit me on the chin and my cheek.
“This what you wanted?” I asked, stroking him to get all of it out. “Your cum all over me?”
“God, yes!” he whimpered.
He was breathing hard, his dark amber gaze running over my upper body and my face, taking in the rivulets of cum he’d left on my skin. I swiped at some of it on my chin with my finger and then licked it off with a moan. “I love how you taste,” I whimpered back. “So fucking good.” I tasted more of his cum because I could see how much he loved it.
And then he reached down and helped me to my feet, which I was happy for, because my knees were just about dying. He stepped aside and guided me into the shower spray. I let it hit my face and my chest, washing away the evidence of our exploration.
As I did, I felt his hands slide around my waist, dragging over the grooves of my abs, finger dipping into my belly button and making me giggle. And then his hands were cupping my breasts and his chest pressed into my back.
I let my head fall back onto his shoulder as he started rubbing the slippery bar of soap over my torso, up and down my arms, over my shoulders, to my breasts. He turned us around so that the water wasn’t washing his efforts away, and he took extra time with my tits, pinching my nipples so that I squirmed and mewed in his arms.
And then I turned around to face him. He must have seen something in my face, though I was unaware I was projecting anything in particular except how damn good all of this was. I reached over and grabbed the small shampoo bottle, shaking it between us to see that smile of his. I got a smile and a quiet giggle…two for the price of one.
Then I put the shampoo in my hand, set the bottle aside, and moved my hands up to his hair to start washing it. I scrubbed my fingers through his curls, sliding my hands back and forth, massaging his scalp, loving the groans of pleasure he was emitting. Because he apparently couldn’t help himself, he cupped my ass and kneaded it in both hands as I continued to wash his hair.
But then he leaned in and clamped his teeth on the crook of my neck and shoulder.
“Oof!” I squeaked, jumping. It didn’t hurt, but it surprised me. And I giggled as he grinned and moved lower, grazing his teeth against my tits, gnawing on each nipple a little, and then dragging his mouth all the way down my body until he was on his knees in front of me.
He moved us out of the jet so that it was pounding on his ass, and he shut his eyes tightly, the shampoo and water running down his face and chest. As I continued scrubbing his hair, massaging his head, he picked my left leg up and draped it over his shoulder. I propped my foot on the tile shower seat and tilted my pussy up towards his face to give him access.
And as I continued washing his hair, he began to eat me out.
I was already on fire from everything else, blowing him, having him ejaculate on me—no, better yet, having him want to ejaculate on me in the first place—his lips running over my body, his teasing little bites.
As revved up as I was, and as vigorous as his lips, tongue and teeth were, even going so far as to suck intently at my hole, it didn’t take long for me to come.
“Ohh!!!! Chuck yes!! You’re fucking amazing,” I whined. “Nobody’s better than you, baby.” I gasped at the after-effects as he kept licking at my pussy like it was an ice cream cone. His thumb pressed down on my clit just right and I convulsed with another less intense orgasm—maybe more like an aftershock from the first one.
Either way, it was good enough that I had to take my leg down and slide down his body to my knees again, my fingers still clutched tightly in his soapy curls.
I kissed his ear, tasting soap, and then I squeaked and laughed as he quickly tilted us both forward, cradling me with his arms securely about my body as he laid me out on the floor of the shower.
I giggled some more as I reached up and teasingly ruffled his hair hard with both hands, his head doused with water as he pulled back just enough to keep it under the jet.
I squealed and laughed, my head falling back, as he spat a bunch of water out at me. “Stop!” I yelled, still laughing. “Eeewww!!”
He laughed as well, lowering himself on top of me and immediately setting the soap to my body again. I hadn’t even seen him grab the soap.
He took his time with each of my legs, first bending one up in the air to massage, stroke, and fondle, then moving to do the same to the other. His hands slid around to my ass, tilting it off the floor to knead, and then moving around to my front and easing me back down again.
I was breathing hard, my eyes shut tightly, my body buzzing for him again. And just as I was thinking about how damn good it felt to just be here in the hot steam with him, I felt his fingers dip between the lips of my labia, rubbing slowly.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed, curling my fingers around his arms and smiling widely. I kept my eyes shut, enjoying the sensations, and I bent my knees, opening my legs wide for him.
And then he delicately pushed one of his fingers inside of me.
“Nnnng! Oh!” My eyes snapped open and I squeezed his arms, my chest heaving as I breathed in quickly.
He slid a second finger inside of me and I opened my mouth wide, brow furrowed.
Just like that, he was pumping his fingers in and out of me, fast and hard, curling them into my front wall. With my g-spot getting that much vigorous attention, it wasn’t long before I came again, my pussy squeezing around his fingers.
“OOohhh!!! Yeesss!!! Hunnnn…hnnngg…mmmm!” I gasped, looking up into his face.
His jaw clenched as he stared down into my eyes, and he finally slowed his fingers inside of me, pulling them out and using that hand to hold onto my hip. He leaned down to kiss me.
Eventually we climbed up from the floor of the shower. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and put some in my palm, starting to soap up my own hair. And Chuck made a show of stepping to the side and sitting on the shower seat to wait for me.
But then he yelped as his ass touched the tile. “That’s cold! Holy—!”
I laughed at him and then shut my eyes, not wanting to get shampoo in them. He was watching me, I knew, the way I’d watched him when he stood in the water that cascaded over his body. So I took my time, stretching my arms up over my head as I rubbed the shampoo into my hair, flaunting my figure for him. And then I stepped back under the shower jet again, letting it wash the shampoo out of my hair, soapy rivulets streaming down between my breasts, through my rock hard abs, and disappearing between my legs. I rubbed my hands through my hair to wash the shampoo away, then I dragged them slowly over my body.
I slid my right hand down my abs, lower and lower, until I was cupping my own sex. I rubbed my own clit a few times and hummed, stepping out of the shower spray and pulling my hand away from my crotch, opening my eyes and looking down at Chuck.
He was staring at my body, his eyes dragging down to fasten on my pussy, and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips.
As I’d hoped, his dick was standing tall and proud in his lap, erect from fingering me and watching me as I washed my hair and fondled myself. I loved how easily we turned each other on. The easiest thing in the world.
I stepped close to him and dropped my gaze to his dick with a meaningful eyebrow raise. And then I turned on my heel and scooted back as he spread his legs to fit me between them.
Then I lowered myself to sit in his lap, squirming, rubbing my ass and pussy against his crotch, his penis in particular. God, it was so hard. And it was just for me.
His grip on my waist tightened and he hoisted me out of his lap just enough for him to position his cock at my entrance, and then he yanked me back down hard, both of us groaning as he was buried inside of me.
I planted my hands on his thighs and began to grind on him. “Ah! Oh, yeah…”
My hips gyrated gracefully, sweeping back and forth, my ass popping, back arching. I flexed my tight biceps, arm muscles bulging. And he dragged his hands up and down my back, digging his fingers into my muscles, burying his face in my shoulder.
“Fuck me, Sarah,” he breathed against my wet skin. “Fuck me…”
I stopped after a few more thrusts, then lifted my legs one by one to straddle his, pressing his legs together between mine and holding onto his thighs again. I spread my legs wide and started to bounce on his cock wildly.
My head fell forward as I hunched over, slamming myself hard on him. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I cried out over and over, my voice raspy with need. Our bodies slapped together loudly, thumping hard, and an extra smack was added into the symphony of our fucking when he brought a hand to hit my ass.
It stung and I yelled his name. “Spank me again!”
He did.
“Again!”
He did it again.
“Oh God, yeah!”
Chuck spanked me a little harder this time, with a resounding slap! And as he did so, he bucked up into my pussy.
“Ah!!! Nnnmmmhgg!!” I started bouncing even faster, switching to grinding in his lap again, then back to bouncing. I couldn’t get enough of this cock, so I stopped the bouncing and grinding, and instead I began to jerk my hips forward in long, rough thrusts.
“Fuck! God, you’ve got me so deep,” he growled.
I wanted to make him come, so I leaned back against his chest, his arms automatically moving up to cradle me safely. I lifted my legs up to brace my heels on the edge of the seat we were on, my legs spread almost uncomfortably wide. Chuck scooted all the way back to the wall, and it helped a lot. I was trying to keep my feet from slipping against the tile.
I held onto my knees and turned my face to kiss him, tonguing him as he opened his mouth for me. “Take my pussy,” I breathed against his lips. “Take me hard.”
Chuck growled and clamped his hand down against the edge of the seat, the other holding my hip steady, and then he began to slam himself up into my crotch.
“Oooohh!” I cried out, turning to press my lips into his cheek. “Oooh! Oh! Oh! You’re so fuckin’ good!”
He whimpered, then slowed down a little, jerking himself into me hard, staying deep for a few seconds, before pulling out and doing it again. Until finally I felt him come into me, his hot seed spurting in my pussy.
“Ohhh shit!” he groaned. “Sarah!”
I bounced a little on him, clenching my ass, milking him, and then I sat heavily in his lap and moved my legs back down, standing up with his help since our shower session had done a number on my leg muscles.
I let the water wash over me some more, but felt Chuck scoot up behind me a moment later, so I shifted out of the jet to make room for him. He finally reached over and turned it off, leaving us dripping wet, trapped in our little box of steam together.
The way he’d caressed my body, his hands in my hair, all over me…so tender and full of…well, the feelings I knew he had for me…
It all came rushing back. I took a deep breath and stepped into his arms, wrapping myself around him, shutting my eyes, for once just letting myself have the full range of emotions I was feeling. His long arms wrapped me up in his strength and we stood that way for awhile. I’d been so vulnerable, and he’d rewarded me for trusting him. We’d fucked, too. But that had been secondary to just how supremely intimate everything else had been.
I nearly whispered an emotional, “Thank you” into his neck, but I held it back. It would sound ridiculous. So instead I kissed his wet skin and stroked my fingers up into the hair at the back of his head.
Without saying a word, we finally climbed out of the shower. And because I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt the continued intimacy between us, I let him wrap one large towel around both of us.
I didn’t think about the thing that had made getting this far so difficult. Not even once. Maybe if I’d let my mind wander to that, I might have let Chuck in even more. I might have told him, while we stood in that bathroom, still wet, embracing with a towel wrapping us together, doing nothing to actually dry off. Maybe he’d know once and for all why I was so emotionally fucked up. He’d know about my PTSD that the therapist I’d been forced to go to for a few years hadn’t been able to talk out of me.
But I didn’t.
Instead I stood in what was the most comfortable, warm, tender embrace I thought I’d ever been in.
I shivered a little against him, and he finally pulled back, using the part of the towel he had gripped in his fists to dab at me ineffectually.
It made both of us laugh and I eventually reached over to grab the second towel.
After we dried off, I moved to leave the bathroom and had to stop because Chuck threw one of the robes over my head. I pulled it off slowly, glaring at him as I did so. And he chuckled, shrugging his own on.
“Jerk,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. He just grinned cheekily at me as he tied the sash at his front. “You’re not getting dressed?”
He made a face and outstretched his arms with his palms up. “What for? Are the president and first lady coming for a visit?”
I giggled, putting my robe on and tying it shut. “You usually don’t like walking around without having at least your boxers on. Remember this? ‘I don’t like having it just…hang out all willy nilly’,” I said, deepening my voice to mimic him. “And I laughed for a good 3 minutes because you said ‘willy’.”
He chuckled. “Maybe I’m evolving. Or maybe I’m just more comfortable around you than I’ve ever been around anyone else.”
I watched him as he shrugged and nonchalantly swept past me, out of the bathroom. He said it in such an offhand way. But it meant a lot to me. That the comfort I felt with him was returned.
Deciding not to mention it, I followed him out into the bedroom and eyed the bed, seeing the silk sheets peeking out from under the duvet where Chuck had pulled it up earlier. I wanted it, but I had to recuperate at least a little bit. And I knew Chuck would definitely need some time.
So instead I grabbed the menu by the phone and picked out a few things as he looked over my shoulder silently pointing at what he wanted. I picked up the phone, dialing the front desk, and then my brain flashed back to our game and I smirked over my shoulder at Chuck as I said, “Yes, this is Miss Stevens, Room 9023…”

———

Chuck groaned, lifting his feet up and putting them on my chair seat, one on each side of my hips. He sank lower in his chair and widened his legs, a satisfied and comfortable smile settling over his delicious lips. “That was a really good linner.”
“Linner?” I giggled.
“What, you’ve never heard of linner before?”
“I have, it’s just been awhile since I’ve heard someone say it. Makes sense it was you.”
He nudged me with his foot and glared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a friggin’ dweeb. That’s what.”
His glared deepened and then fell away just as quickly as he shrugged. “Fair point.”
We’d since finished eating, sharing what Chuck had picked out instead of going with everything we’d wanted. And now I was perfectly fed, not too full. I just felt good. Free.
“You know, at some point, I think we should venture out of our sanctuary, if only to check out another part of the hotel. Maybe we can go dancing?” he asked with a shrug.
I smiled. “Do you want to go dancing?”
“Kind of. Yes.”
My brow furrowed. “You’re evolving. First going commando and now wanting to go dancing. The night we met, you were pretty determined not to take me onto the dance floor. Only reason you agreed was because that guy with his hand up that girl’s dress was making you uncomfortable and you wanted to get out of the room.”
“I was going to dance with you, anyways. They just…helped me decide faster. That’s all.”
I huffed in amusement. “Well, where do you want to dance?”
“There’s an intimate bar on the top floor of the hotel. They always have a jazz band up there. A little light jazz. Thurston told me on the phone this morning after you left that a lot of couples end up there late at night because it’s opened ’til 2. Perfect place to blend in and dance. Maybe we can dress up all fancy-like.”
That made me smile quietly at him. “You’re really getting into the spirit of this mini-vacay, aren’t you?”
“Why not?”
My smile widened as I found myself pondering on one thing in particular. Neither one of us had mentioned anything about the case we were both involved in now, nothing about Fulcrum or the station, nothing about the things we’d come here to escape. It was like we’d wordlessly agreed not to. And it made me feel even more connected to him than before.
“Why not indeed?” I said slowly, my voice a little deeper. I really liked this side of him. He was shamelessly enjoying himself. It felt good to watch. And it made me want to participate. “Let’s go.”
“Yessss!” He made a fist and pulled his elbow in towards his gut in celebration.
“Just…not right now. Later.”
“Right, right. Maybe after a late dinner.”
He wasn’t picking up on my hint.
We’d taken awhile to pick at our food, simply enjoying the cool area beside the window that looked out onto the balcony. I’d decided it was a little too cold to be out there while eating, and I didn’t exactly like the idea of other people seeing us out there in our robes with nothing underneath.
And now enough time had passed since our eventful shower that I was feeling a little horny. Or maybe it was Chuck’s suggestion that we go dancing. The fact that he wanted to be somewhere that was a little more public, on the dance floor with me in his arms, wanting to dress up nice and treat me to a romantic experience, tugged at the strings that were attached to my crotch. A tightness was there behind my belly button as I licked my lips and stared at him.
“Perhaps very late,” I said, shrugging one shoulder.
He glanced over at me then and chewed on the inside of his lip. “Not too hungry, huh?”
“Well, I just ate, so no. Not really. But I was more thinking about how busy we’re going to be.”
“Busy doing wh—hnng.”
In the middle of his sentence, I leaned forward and tucked my hand under the robe, finding his cock and closing my fist around it. Chuck squirmed in his chair, his eyelids fluttering.
And then I crawled down to the floor between our chairs, scooting between his legs, and throwing the robe over my head as I dove in to lick up his shaft. I was buried under the robe, pumping him in my fist, moving in to taste the pearl of pre-cum at his tip.
I pleasured him for a few minutes, listening to his groans, how my name sounded in that strangled voice of bliss. I even pushed him deep into my throat, curling my hands down underneath him and squeezing my fingers on his ass cheeks.
Eventually, I pulled back, letting his hard cock slip out of my mouth and fingers, throwing the robe off of my head and wiping my lips on the sleeve of my robe.
Chuck looked a little paralyzed, a dreamy smile on his relaxed face. It seemed like he’d sunk even lower in his chair if that was even possible.
I pushed to my feet and grabbed at the hem of my robe, hoisting it up and preparing to straddle him. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel him stretch me.
But his hands gripped my waist and stopped me as he looked up at me, eyes alert now. “I want to feel those sheets. Can we take this to the bed?”
I’d nearly forgotten about the silk sheets. I nodded and pulled him to his feet, getting a head start on him as I dashed towards the bedroom and pushed open the double doors.
I could hear him laughing behind me as I ran the rest of the length of the room to the bed and yanked the duvet and top sheet down, nearly humming in glee at how damn good the sheets looked like they’d feel. We were all nice and clean, and the sheets were so ready for us.
I stripped out of the robe and tossed it over the end of the bed, and then I crawled onto the mattress, bunching the red silk in my fists and turning over to feel it against my ass, outstretching my legs to tuck them under the sheet and duvet. The air in the bedroom was a little cold and the sheets were cool as well. I couldn’t wait to have the duvet over me. With Chuck’s hard, warm body tucked against mine. Moving over mine.
Dear God, the look in his eye as he crossed the room. Like he wanted to devour me whole.
He had the robe off of him in one quick yank that turned me the fuck on. I wanted him so bad I reached up and made grabby hands at him, giggling giddily as he crawled in with me, throwing himself over onto the other side of the bed and grabbing the sheet and duvet to pull it over his body. He groaned and squirmed, for all intents and purposes thrusting himself into the silk covered mattress as he grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it, rubbing his chest against it.
“God, that feels amazing,” he drawled, turning his face to peer at me. “I’m saving up for silk sheets in my bedroom at home. That’s it.”
I laughed. “You’re such a dork; I love it so much.”
“Excuse me. Tell me this isn’t the best feeling ever, surrounded by silk.”
That made me pop my eyebrow. “I can think of a better feeling, and it has nothing to do with silk.” I made sure he understood why my eyelids fluttered and I bit my lip, as I tucked my hand under the duvet, the bump of my hand traversing down my front and ending up between my legs. I thrusted against my hand as I pleasured myself with my fingers. I was getting wet already and I thought it was the sheets, coupled with watching Chuck grind himself into the mattress in pleasure a few moments earlier.
Chuck’s eyes flashed and I knew he had understood, for he quickly hoisted himself on top of me in one quick movement and let his hot weight press me into the mattress.
“What if we combine the two?” he quipped, his voice deep and scratchy as he pressed his lips to my ear.
“Nnnng…”
That would have to do for an answer, because Chuck rendered me speechless as he lifted himself from my body and grabbed my arm, forcing me to roll over onto my stomach and quickly burying himself in my pussy from above. I opened my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure.
Chuck jerked into me deep and hard, causing my tits and stomach to rub into the silk coverlet. It was so soft, so smooth, stimulating my nipples. God it felt amazing, feeling him fuck my pussy as my body was grinding into the silk.
“Yes!” I whimpered, and I wanted to feel the silk against my front even more. So I reached up with both hands to grab onto the headboard, pushing myself back into his thrusts.
My front was dragged up and down the silk, and my moans became louder, the longer Chuck’s thrusts became. So long, so fucking deep inside of my crotch. I began to arch myself into his strokes, my ass gyrating into his lower belly, my vagina squeezing his amazing cock, milking it…all the while my chest and stomach slid over the silky mattress.
I was so fucking turned on, whimpering, my voice getting higher and higher, getting closer and closer to climax.
When I did come, I cried out, reaching back with one hand to slap it on his ass over the duvet. “Yes! Ahhh!!!” It was so good, and I felt like I wasn’t even on earth anymore, plunging through the clouds somewhere hundreds of feet above.
Notes: More soon. I'm focusing a lot on the sex, I know. But I needed to. For myself. The plot will work its way in again after the vacation. Please review! Thanks. :)
- 28
- 29
- 30
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Just A Game