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Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Notes: Sorry this took so long. My muse took off and I couldn't find her. Thanks for sticking around, everyone who comes back to read this. I appreciate it! Hope you enjoy. :-)
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I was still coming down from my high when a red, silky thing was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes. I reached up to pull it away reflexively, but Chuck roughly jerked his cock in my pussy to stop me. It worked and I gasped, burying my fingers in the sheet by my head instead. “What’s this?” I asked.
“Blindfold.” Oh. That accent was back. So we were playing again. I liked how he was keeping me on my toes like this. It was a little inconsistent maybe, and perhaps some other role play enthusiast—like I imagined Carina was for instance—would have problems with that.
But God, I loved it.
“Why do I need to be blindfolded?” I asked, slowly pressing my ass back against him, pulling more of his dick inside of me.
“That’s what one does with his prisoner, isn’t it?” he breathed close to my ear. Then he crawled to his knees behind me, pulling me up with him as he held my hips, trapping my ass against his front, my pussy full of him still.
I was on my hands and knees before him, and his hands slid around to cup my breasts, kneading them, as he slowly began to bump his groin against my ass, pumping his cock in me a little more shallowly than before.
“Hmmnng,” I let out breathily, rocking back into him. He stopped then, letting me take over, and I started to speed up. We continued like that for at least a minute…
But then he knelt over me and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding my ass tight to his crotch, preventing me from continuing. “Everything you have is mine,” he growled into my ear, and I couldn’t help the quick flash of a grin.
“My mother’s the one with the expensive jewelry, Mr. Robie.”
“Hmm, yes…” He thumped hard against me and I whimpered, biting my lip. “And she must love you…”
“She does,” I gasped, squirming as best I could to feel him drag along my inner walls.
“How much of that expensive jewelry do you think she’d forfeit to be able to see her daughter again?” He slammed into me again and I gasped, biting my lip once more to keep from moaning. I didn’t want his head getting too big.
“I might not know much about you, John Robie, but I know you aren’t the threatening type…” I said, a bit of a warning in my voice.
“I wouldn’t hurt you, Frances,” he said into my hair. He started slowly pumping himself into me, making me feel a little crazy. “But I can keep you with me, take you anywhere, hide you. Prevent her from seeing you again.” He paused dramatically, emphasizing the pause with a few swift jerks of his cock into me.
“Nnng! Nng! Hng!” I couldn’t help the breathless chuckle of awe and pleasure.
“Unless she pays up,” he finished in a growl.
“And if she takes some time to think about it?” I whimpered when his cock pushed into my g-spot. “What will you do with your captive in the meantime?”
“Whatever I want,” he said, succeeding in making himself sound dangerous. I loved this so much. I was so turned on.
“And if she never pays? Will you keep me in a dungeon somewhere?” I sassed, glancing over my shoulder even though I was wearing a blindfold.
“Mmmm maybe I will.”
“You gonna make me do dirty things to you?” I panted through gritted teeth, clenching my ass to tighten my pussy around his cock.
I suddenly felt his fingers tuck between my lips and press against my clitoris. I gasped.
“Oh. So dirty. You’re gonna feel so filthy when I’m through with you.”
That sounded amazing. And I let him know with a moan. “I’m warning you, Mr—Fuck! Shit yes!” I felt the warmth of his chest leave my back and his hands gripped onto my hips tightly, before he started swinging thrusts into my center, deep and rough. He stopped and his chest crashed down to press into my back again, breathing hard against my neck.
“You were saying?” he growled. “You’re not in a position to be warning me about anything, Frances.”
“If you keep me as your captive, I’ll be a very bad girl.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
I bit my lip hard and started thumping my ass back into his thrusts. “It’ll—nnnggg—all come to naught, you—unn! Fuck!—you son of a bitch.” I could tell by the hitch in his chest pressed against my back that he liked me calling him a son of a bitch. Good. I’d remember that. “My mother will pay up. And you won’t have me in any dungeon.”
He stopped, his lips right up against my ear, his fingers pinching my nipple suddenly. Not being able to see heightened all of this tenfold. I had no idea what was coming, what he planned. It excited me.
And I gasped in total ecstasy as the soft kisses dotting down my neck turned into his teeth biting down on my shoulder. “Then I’ll take what I can get in the meantime,” he growled, dangerous again.
But instead of fucking the hell out of me like I expected, he pulled out, backing away so that I couldn’t even feel him anywhere anymore.
I was confused, startled, so turned on. And then the mattress shifted under me and I felt his hands on my hips.
“I need you riding me,” he said, his voice tinged in desperation. I knew how he felt, even as I felt matching desperation. I was going to take whatever I could from him. I was going to fuck him so hard and so long that he begged me to stop.
Then again, history told me that was something that might never happen, as far as we were concerned. We were addicted to each other.
I let him guide my leg over so that I straddled him, and I felt him smack his dick on my pussy a few times, before he situated it at my hole, and with his free hand, he gave me a yank. I smacked down against his groin with a loud whimper of his real name.
He ignored that I’d said Chuck instead of John or Mr. Robie.
Instead he grabbed my hips and started slapping his crotch up against mine hard and fast. Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!
“Oh that’s right, baby. Oh, fuck me,” I panted. “Fuck me yee-ee-ee-e-e-e-es! Ah! Oh!” I threw my head back, grabbing his hair with both my hands. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna cooome!” My climax hit hard and I yelled raggedly, gyrating to suck his cock in and out as my pussy convulsed and throbbed.
And as he lowered his ass back to the mattress, I let my full weight drop onto him. He grunted, and I immediately set to riding him wildly. I reached up blindly for the headboard, not really knowing where it was, but then Chuck’s fingers clamped around my wrist and he guided my hand to it for me. I was too focused on fucking him the way he deserved to be fucked to say thank you.
Instead I sat up straight, tightened my fingers around the headboard, and I jerked my hips hard and fast, his penis buried to the hilt inside of me, thumping into the silky walls of my pussy gloriously.
His cock in me, his long fingers digging into my thighs that were flexing on either side of his hips, it all felt so indescribably fantastic. My senses were heightened without the use of my sight.
Chuck slid his hands up my hips then, past my waist, and started fondling my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs, pinching them. I threw my head back with a ragged cry, slowing my hips down and instead swinging them hard and slow. The bed creaked with each of my strokes, and I thought I felt Chuck shifting up the bed under my strength.
I went at him so roughly that the makeshift blindfold around my eyes untied itself and started falling down my face until it was around my neck.
I moved to fix it back around my eyes, but Chuck sat up quickly, kissing me, distracting me. And then he gently pulled the pillowcase off of me, tossing it to the side.
Chuck reached behind me to grab the duvet and sheets where they’d started to tangle around his legs with all of this physical activity, and he wrapped an arm around my back, falling back to the pillows and taking me with him so that I was draped over his body. He laid the sheets over us so that their silky goodness slid over my back and I groaned.
“No more blindfold?” I panted teasingly. “Am I not your prisoner anymore?”
“I want to see your eyes,” he responded immediately, his voice quiet, his eyes so warm and full of…I couldn’t even think it, let alone say it. I wouldn’t. Not now.
I was floored by how sincere he was, by how much he cared about me. One minute we’d be fucking each other senseless and the next he’d let loose with something so intimate, so sweet, that it put a lump in my throat.
“D’you know all of the colors there are in them?” he asked, reaching up to run the backs of his fingers down my cheek so tenderly that the lump in my throat was that much more noticeable. “Flecks of brown and green. Some grey. Makes the blue almost look…I don’t know…like a blue we don’t even have a name for yet. I’m going to call it Sarah’s Eyes Blue.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “You say the cheesiest shit, Bartowski. And damn me if it doesn’t make my insides feel all buzzy and gooey at the same time.”
I felt breathless, and not just because of all of the physical activity. He took my breath away with his kindness and sincerity.
Feeling so grateful I might burst on the spot, I started to gyrate into his lap, stretching my legs out so that I was planking on his body and digging my toes into mattress for leverage.
With Chuck’s hard, strong body pressed against my front and the sheets gliding over my ass and back, I felt like I was in Heaven. And Chuck, Oh God Chuck, grabbed the sheets in his fists and started rubbing them over my hips, waist, back. The silk caressed my ass, my thighs, all while I thrusted down onto his cock.
I shifted my arms against the silk he was lying on so that I was propped up on my elbows and I looked down into his face, working up to a rhythm as he continued caressing me with the sheets and gently nudging his hips up to meet my thrusts. I arched my back and leaned down to kiss his neck, then underneath his jaw. “Ohh Chuuuck,” I breathed against his ear.
Using my elbows again, I pulled back and hovered over him, grinding in his lap, his cock buried as deep as possible in this position.
I slid my body up and down over his, whimpering with each stroke, striving to give him as much as I could. I started pumping my legs in and out as I thrusted on his penis, squeezing him with my pussy, biting my lip and smirking as his eyes rolled back and he groaned.
“God, how do you even do that?” he gasped.
He let go of the sheets with one hand and they fluttered onto my lower back, and then he pushed his hand under them and immediately tucked his fingers between my asscheeks.
I felt two fingers tease my asshole as I squeezed his cock and rocked in his lap. I yelped, my hips jerking, and we both moaned from the sensation. “Oh my God,” I breathed. “I’m gonna come soon.”
It was building quickly with Chuck gently probing my asshole, his dick so deep inside of me as I fucked him. His other hand grabbed one of my ass cheeks and pulled it away, giving his fingers better access as he rubbed the sensitive strip of fleshy skin between where his shaft was buried in me and my asshole.
His slick finger dipped into my hole then, just enough of it to make me spasm on top of him, another climax crashing over me. “Chuuuuck!!! Yes!!!”
My thrusts were hard and long as I braced my knees on the mattress and rode out my orgasm, grabbing the headboard with one hand and his hair with the other.
As my walls continued to pulse around him, Chuck sat up to wrap his arms around me and turned us both so that I was pinned to the mattress beneath him. He pulled out and I just barely resisted the urge to whimper in disappointment.
He situated himself between my legs. But then he tucked his arm under my lower back and hoisted my ass off of the bed, grabbing the nearest unused pillow and shoving it under me, before he lowered me back down.
I found his fingers dipping into my pussy, pushing deep, deep inside, moving them in a come hither motion that pressed them right up into my g-spot. I cried out and grabbed his shoulders. “Oh God, Chuck…that’s so good.”
“You like that?”
“Nnngg hnng!” I nodded rapidly, cursing as he stroked my spot again.
“Get wet for me, baby,” he growled, arching his back to suck on my jawline. “I want my fingers coated in your cum.”
I could feel his words deep in my lower belly. I was breathless. And he must have succeeded, because a pleased smile stretched over his unfairly handsome face.
“That’s it, Sarah. God, you’re so wet.”
“You’re the only one,” I panted. “Nobody’s ever made me as wet as you do, baby. You’re so fucking hot. Nnng!!” I squeaked as he curled his fingers into my g-spot again.
Then his fingers left me and I was bereft again, wondering what he was doing as I tried to control my breathing. His lips were close to my ear then as he panted. And I felt his fingers soaked in my cum gently slide over my ass, teasing my hole, and then sinking inside. First one finger, which he didn’t stop until I felt his knuckle bump my ass, and then he began pumping.
“Yes yes yes! Oh yes! Oh my God yes!”
Then a second finger slid inside, coating my sphincter and then pushing passed the barrier to coat my inner ass.
Both fingers slid out after over a minute of slow, excruciating, blissful pumping in my ass. And then he shifted his weight on top of me, propping himself up on one elbow, and I felt the tip of him rub over my asshole. He probed just a little, and my breath caught in my chest as I waited for the ultimate bliss of his hard shaft buried in my ass.
But then I felt it jam into my pussy instead, our groins slapping he thrusted so hard and quick.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled, my voice ragged.
His thumb slid over my clit and rubbed it in circles as he pumped his cock in me, small quick jerking movements that filled me so damn good. I had no idea what he was playing at, but I was loving this, loving how he was keeping me on my toes.
I craned my neck to look down my body, seeing how creamy he was making me. My cum covered the part of his cock I could see with white beads.
And then he pulled out again, positioning his tip against my asshole. And he pushed it in, one inch, two inches. I felt myself stretching and I whimpered, spreading my legs.
He pulled out again and I shoved my fist against my mouth, biting down instead of cursing at him like I wanted to. What in the hell was he doing? I knew he was messing with me. He had a mischievous look on his face, apparently pleased by just how poor of a job I was doing at covering up how crazy he was making me.
Again, he shoved his dick into my vagina, deep and hard, making me grunt. It did feel good, so so good. But he knew what I actually wanted. I didn’t have to tell him. He was teasing me.
It was electrifying, while also being the most frustrating fucking thing I thought he’d ever done to me during sex.
He grabbed my hip with the hand that wasn’t holding him up and yanked my lower half as close to his as possible, our crotches jammed together, his dick so deep inside of me. Then he started gently pushing me up and down.
I got his hint and braced my heels on the mattress, using my powerful thighs to start thrusting up against him.
“Just like that,” he whispered, his brow furrowed in pleasure. “Oh yeah…get that cock, Sarah. Mmm!”
I started swirling my hips then, around and around, feeling his cock grace every inch of my pussy. “You’re so thick,” I whimpered. “You fill me up so fuckin’ good.”
My thighs started tiring after awhile and he held me still again, his thumb sneaking over to press down on my clitoris. He did the quick jerking thrusts again and I wondered if my cum was never ending. I wasn’t even climaxing yet and it was just everywhere.
Did Chuck know what he was doing? Did he have tactics to make me cum more? Or was this just something he stumbled upon while trying to pleasure me. Either way, he was a fucking genius.
And I let him know when he pulled out of my pussy and finally pushed into my asshole, deeper and deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. “Oohh shit!” I ground out through my teeth, breathing hard, my head flopping back onto the pillow. “You fucking genius,” I gasped. “Fuck my ass!”
He did, his thrusts long, slow, and deep, arching his back, pumping into my ass. Anal in missionary felt surprisingly amazing, so good that I shut my eyes tight and moaned, my mouth wide.
“No, keep your eyes open,” he panted, his voice so quiet and breathy.
I didn’t know why he wanted my eyes open, but I did what he asked, opening my eyes and looking into his, my face pinched from the invigorating pleasure of him repeatedly pushing his dick into my ass. I started rocking up off of the mattress, matching his rhythm and clenching to squeeze his shaft with my sphincter.
His face crumbled in utter pleasure, my name a whimper on his beautiful lips, and his eyelids fluttered closed, his body so tense against mine.
I just watched him for awhile, taking in every last curve of his face, his long eyelashes, the way his nose went up just slightly at the end, the way I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching as he made his thrusts deeper, harder.
“Nnnng! Oh shit,” I gasped, holding onto his shoulders. His eyes were still closed, so I smirked and dragged my hands down his back, not stopping until I had his ass under my grasping fingers. I had to hunch forward to be able to reach, his torso was so fucking long, so fucking ripped and full of strength.
His hips slammed into me hard and I cried out, feeling a twinge in my ass.
“Hey,” I whispered, bumping my nose with his. “Keep your eyes open.”
Chuck’s brown eyes were staring into mine then, and there was humor and awe in his handsome features. “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled in a bit of a growl that made my crotch tingle.
We went on like that for awhile, rocking together, his cock in my ass, our eyes glued together, hands grappling. It was difficult, focusing on keeping my eyes opened. I didn’t realize it until I started getting close to orgasm. Something that felt this good, I wanted to close my eyes tight and bury my face in the pillow, or in his hair.
But I kept watching, kept studying the array of sensations that flashed over his face. And I wondered if he saw the same thing in my face. I wasn’t holding back. There was no emotional mask, none of what I utilized when I was interrogating a suspect, while talking to my boss or my fellow cops.
Chuck was getting full on Sarah Walker, deep inside of me, every last emotion I was feeling spilling out of me.
“I’m close,” I whimpered. He slowed a little and reached down to hold onto my hips.
“Come, baby,” he grunted. He propped himself up over me, his torso and mine forming a right angle, and he tucked his thighs under mine, gyrating his hips to continue fucking my ass.
“Yes!” I yelped. “Oh yeah. Oh fuck I love you inside my ass, Chuck. Yes!”
His thrusts were hard enough and long enough that they rocked my ass up off the bed with each one. I was so damn close, I could feel myself starting to spill over.
When I came, he pulled his dick out of my ass quickly and readjusted so that he could rub his shaft over my pussy, tucking it between the lips of my labia, my cum coating his penis. He surprised me again by rubbing my clit hard with two fingers until a second, less intense orgasm rocked through me.
I yelled his name, my voice ragged, and I reached up to beat my fists against the headboard as the waves of intense pleasure rolled through me.
He slowed down for a moment and then pulled back, his stiff cock swinging as he scooted out from between my legs. His eyes dropped to my pussy and he licked his lips, and it looked pretty unconscious, which pleased me greatly.
“I have an idea,” he panted, and then he whipped around to face the bathroom, his eyes narrowed as he bit his bottom lip in thought. “Stay right here.”
“O-O…kay,” I muttered, breathless, watching his clamber up to his feet and rush to the bathroom. I flopped back to the pillows and let out a long, calming breath, grinning in complete satisfaction. I squirmed, feeling how wet I was from coming, opening my legs wide to let the cool air of the room grace my asshole. It wasn’t entirely comfortable, but it was worth the discomfort.
It was too easy to get addicted to this. Ass sex in particular. I’d been addicted to Chuck’s body, to his cock, for over half a year now, but having him in my ass was a special kind of thrill. It was adrenalizing. There was an extra stab of something…different…when Chuck was inside of my ass. It was exciting and new, every single time we did it.
Chuck came back then, and I dropped my gaze down to what was in his hands. “A face towel?” I asked, blushing a little at how breathless I sounded.
“Yep. C’mere.”
His hand was in front of my face then and I lifted my eyebrow at him, playing dubious, as I slid my fingers into his, taking care to tease his palm with my nails. I saw goosebumps on his arms and grinned at my success, letting him pull me to my feet.
We stood there for a moment, and I knew he was taking care to make sure I was steady.
I was.
So he led me over to the plush chair in the corner, but instead of sitting in it, like I expected, he sat on the ottoman in front of it and scooted to the edge.
“You cannot get enough of me riding you, can you?” I smirked and shook my head. “Despicable.”
“I’m owning it 100 percent. I love being fucked by a powerful woman,” he grumbled, his voice deep, perfectly scratchy and drawling. God, the things he said sometimes were so thrilling. Calling me powerful. Admitting to loving being fucked, letting me have control. He didn’t say that part, but it was definitely implied.
He reached up with both hands to grab me by my hips and pull me close so that I straddled his thighs, and then he pulled me down to sit in his lap.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, and then I lifted myself up, my feet planted on the floor on either side of the ottoman for leverage.
When I lowered myself, I’d expected his cock to be there at my pussy, sliding between my folds, buried in my wet heat.
But instead, I yelped in pleased surprise to find that he’d guided his cock a little further back. As a matter of fact, his cock still damp with my juices bumped my asshole, before his other hand gently pulled me down further until his thick sex slowly glided into my ass, deeper and deeper…so deep that when I thrusted gently once he took his fingers away from where we joined, it felt like he was almost too big.
Before I could start riding him with my ass in honest, though, Chuck picked up the face towel I’d forgotten about already. I didn’t know what exactly he thought that was for, but before I could ask him, he started to roll it up in his hands.
And then he had it jammed down between our bodies so that I felt the towel pressed against my pussy. I whimpered and held onto his head, shifting my weight better in his lap.
Tightening my grip in his curls, I started to grind back and forth.
His cock sunk deep in my ass, filling me up so fucking good…But I was also grinding my clit on the towel Chuck was slowly rubbing between our bodies so that the towel went against the trajectory of my hips. The resulting sensation was unbelievable.
He wrapped one hand around my hip and started yanking me back and forth, rocking himself up into my ass, and then he leaned forward quickly and flattened his hand at the small of my back, pushing my body away from him so that I dangled over the floor.
I held onto his biceps tightly and opened my mouth wide, letting my ecstasy spill out in the form of a high-pitched string of profanity.
It just felt so fucking good.
He filled my ass up just right at this angle, his cock rubbing against my front wall, and the towel was still shoved up against my pussy, as Chuck ground it over and over into me.
I squeezed his biceps, braced my feet on the floor on either side of the ottoman, and started bucking myself back and forth, up and down, Chuck’s eyes popped open as he stared down at the sight of his cock disappearing into my asshole.
Then I slowed down significantly, reaching up to grab his hands, holding them tightly and using them for leverage. I began to gyrate into his lap, using my thighs almost like I was on the rowing machine at the gym I went to. And with each thrust, I tightened my ass, squeezing his cock with my anus.
His eyes crossed and he let out a long, strangled groan. “Oh God, yes. Yes, baby. Squeezing me so fuckin’ good.”
I shut my own eyes tightly then and let my head fall back, letting out a guttural moan, breathing hard.
Then I began to thrust in a circular motion, until finally I felt the slow build in the pit of my belly.
I wanted to look at him, though. I wanted to be close, feeling his hair in my fingers, his lips on mine. So I used my hands on his arms to clamber back up and sit heavily on his cock, pushing it deeper than I thought it had ever been.
With a wince, I grit my teeth and sat still, slinging my arms over his shoulders and burying my face in the crook of his neck.
“You okay?” he panted.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Just have to get used to you being this deep, that’s all.” I let out a long breath of air and bit my lip with a soft moan. Then I reached between us to move the towel out from where it pressed against my pussy, dropping it to the side.
I leaned in and kissed him, cupping his face. As we kissed, I reached back to grab his thigh behind me, and I used it to push myself up, letting his cock slip out of my ass. Then I dropped myself down again, hard.
“Ah!! Nng!” I panted, lifting myself again, dropping myself again.
And I continued, over and over, my face pinched in pleasure. I continued to pleasure him, bouncing on his cock, my ass squeezing him.
“S-Sarah. Oh my God, I’m gonna come. Feels so good. So so good. Ah! Yeeah!”
“Do it, Chuck. Come for me.”
He groaned, sucking on my jaw. “I wanna feel your pussy. My cum in your pussy.”
I gasped and grinned, leaning in to kiss him once more, and then I quickly lifted my ass up to make his hard shaft slip out of me. A moment later, he was at the entrance to my pussy. He entered me slowly, deeply, his chest heaving against mine as he took a few deep breaths. As much as I knew he loved his cock in my ass and how tight it was, these moments when he was buried deep in my sex, our bodies pressed close together, breath mingling—these were the moments he enjoyed the most. I could tell.
His body became looser, he became more confident. And his touch was so much more intimate and just…tender.
Even when he fucked me roughly, there was something overwhelmingly passionate and…reassuring.
He surprised me then, standing up from the ottoman, holding me tightly against him as I tightened my thighs around his hips. “Hng! What are you doing?” I gasped, grinning.
Chuck turned us around and laid me down against the chair that matched the ottoman. Still inside of me, he flattened his body out and draped it over mine, bracing his toes against the floor, clinging tightly to the chair around me.
And then he started pumping down into me, his penis pistoning my pussy with wet sounds that were making me so hot. He was almost there, I could feel it, and I reached down to slap his ass hard.
“Oh shit!” he gasped, laughing. And then he grabbed my hips and starting fucking me a lot rougher. I squeaked and had to hang onto the chair not to fall off completely.
He grabbed my legs then and pushed them up so my knees were tucked against my shoulders, slinging my ankles onto his own shoulders, and it only took a few more hard, long thrusts before I came with a cry. I felt exceptionally desperate for a moment, unsure of what I was desperate for. Just desperate. Passion spilling out of us both.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, and I felt his hot seed flood into me.
Chuck slung his arms under my legs and yanked me tightly into his body, his thrusts so deep as he continued to ejaculate. I slid my hands down to hold onto his ass, feeling his muscles twitch as he came.
And then we gently slid to the floor, Chuck careful to make sure I ended up on top of him.
After a few minutes, I let out a breathless laugh, turning my grin into his hair and stroking his face. “Mmmmm. Nice use of props there, Bartowski.”
His chest bounced a few times with a laugh I couldn’t hear. He was obviously breathless as well. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Spur of the moment ideas…for the win.” He lifted a fist, pumped it weakly, and let his hand flop back to the floor again.
Eventually, I pulled back and climbed to my feet, groaning as my thighs ached. Come to think of it, my ass muscles ached, too. As well as my abs.
We’d really gone hard and for quite awhile.
When I finished up in the bathroom, I came out and didn’t see him anywhere. “Chuck?”
“In here.”
I followed his voice out of the bedroom and into the main room of the suite. I peeked around the door, still wearing absolutely nothing and feeling a bit chilled, considering I was covered in sweat.
Chuck had put boxers and a shirt on and was standing in the middle of the room with his laptop propped on one arm, and was flitting his other finger around on the touchpad.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, leaning my face against the door, my tone flirtatious.
“Hm?” He looked up for a second, then went back to the screen. “Oh. Um.” Then he winced. And finally faced me, looking at me over the screen. “Okay, don’t freak out.”
“About what?” I immediately had a bad feeling.
Chuck pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes. “I think Fulcrum is contacting me.”
“What!” A chill went through me and I felt myself shaking. I clutched the wooden door tightly to make it stop, but Chuck had already put his laptop down on the nearest surface and was rushing to me. He tried to hold me, comfort me, but I stepped back, holding up a finger. “Wait, wait. Wait. No, I’m fine, just—what? Fulcrum contacted you?”
“He’s trying to. And-And not me, exactly, but our account we set up. GoldenIce69. I think it’s him, at least. He must have found us because we were talking to Jack Attack. Or maybe Jack Attack told him about this girl she’s befriended in the threads. Maybe they’re cyber-fucking again, only with Fulcrum’s new name. I’m not sure.” He walked around me and went into the closet, pulling one of the silk robes they provided off the hook and helping me shrug it on. That was much, much better. My chills subsided as I tied the sash around my waist and snuggled into the deliciously smooth material.
“Wait, wait, so he’s trying to talk to GoldenIce69 now.”
“Yeah. At least, like I said, I think it’s him. Hackers have sort of a fingerprint, like I’ve said before. And that fingerprint has to do with the way they code. Some pretty intricate coding is going on. He’s not using the threads to contact us. I think it’s sort of a test.”
“A test?”
“Yeah. He sent a private message with a series of coding. I just have to crack it to figure out what he’s saying. But this is very Fulcrum-esque coding. Really crazy, off the walls, and seriously original. This guy is really good.”
“What’s his name?”
“ChosenFC.”
“Sounds like a soccer club full of egomaniacs,” I muttered, and he chuckled at me.
“I like you. It really does.”
I smiled a little and gestured towards the laptop. “So what do we do about this?”
“I crack the code and see what ChosenFC slash potentially Fulcrum is trying to tell GoldenIce69. First thing he wants to know is if I—or I guess we, though he doesn’t know that—Can this GoldenIce69 person crack his code?”
“If you crack the code, do you think he’ll know it’s us? Is he gonna know the authorities have created GoldenIce69? I mean, you wrecked the hell out of his hacks on my system. It might be that nobody’s ever taken him down that easily. If you crack the code he sent, he might know it’s the same person who helped me get rid of him.” I nibbled my lip, my brain going a mile a minute.
“We said we weren’t going to do this Fulcrum case stuff while we’re here on mini-vacation, though.”
I winced. “We did, didn’t we?”
Chuck scratched his chin and glanced over his shoulder at his laptop. “One hour.” He spun back to face me as I frowned in question. “I’ll work on it for an hour.”
I huffed and nodded. “Okay. This is important. One hour.”
“But first…hot tub.” I gave him a faux suspicious look and he rushed on, a little unconvincingly. “No, I just—I need to be loose, comfortable. And honestly, my muscles are killing me from all of that…”
“Yeah, I’d call bullshit on that, but my muscles are shot, too. Let’s start the hot tub,” I agreed. “Then you get an hour with your laptop. After that hour, we put it away and back to work on it again tomorrow.”
“Agreed.” He reached out and took my hand, shaking it in a ridiculously business-like manner.
We started the hot tub and I stayed at the faucet as he moved off to look through the array of nice smelling bath bombs and salts the hotel provided. As I watched the water pour into the tub, I frowned deeply.
I’d nearly gotten to a place where none of this stalker hacker business plagued my thoughts. It had just been me and Chuck. In this oasis of a hotel suite. Silk sheets and sexual exploration. Absolute ecstasy in every way.
Fulcrum fucked it up.
He was great at that.
Once the tub was full, Chuck offered to be the first “sacrifice”, making me giggle as he tested the water with his hand first, then his toe, looking a bit like a cartoon character. And then he did the Eddie Murphy/James Brown impersonation, yelling “Hot tub!! So hot!” Until it became too much for me and I just stripped down and climbed into the tub, finding a jet and leaning against it, letting it pound against my upper back.
“I mean, you could just do it that way, yeah,” he muttered, his eyes lowering to my breasts that bobbed a bit in the water. Just to fuck with him a little, I grabbed them with both hands and kneaded, humming.
Within moments, he was naked and sinking into the hot tub across from me. It seemed neither of us was in a particular mood for hot tub sex when he stayed on the other side of the tub and found a jet of his own, groaning and sliding lower so that his chin rested on the surface of the bubbling water.
“I’m selling my stock with Google and buying one of these for my apartment,” he said, and I laughed.
“You don’t have stock with Google.”
“Shhhh…Let me have this.”
I laughed again, shaking my head. “This does feel amazing, though,” I said, punctuating it with a long hum.
We sat in silence for awhile, and I let my eyes slip shut. If Fulcrum was trying to get in contact with GoldenIce69, what did that mean? Did he know it was us? The LAPD? Did he know about Chuck?
I cracked an eye open and subtly glanced in his direction. He had his head back against the edge of the tub, his eyes were shut. I imagined a scenario in which Fulcrum knew Chuck was the contracted tech expert helping with this case and it chilled me to the bone. Worse yet would be if Fulcrum knew I was romantically involved with Chuck on top of everything else.
It would put Chuck in a lot of danger.
What in the hell was I doing letting Chuck be in a lot of danger?
And then the reasonable voice in my head told me to calm down. ChosenFC only might be Fulcrum. And even if he was, we didn’t actually know what he knew about GoldenIce69. It was highly possible he was just trying to contact the last person who’d talked to his girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend as the case may be.
I had to make sure we continued our ruse with Chuck’s laptop, but only after I made sure Chuck made his system completely un-trackable. I didn’t want Chuck Bartowski to be affiliated with me in any way shape or form.
“What are you thinking about?”
I flicked my gaze over to Chuck and watched him quietly for a moment. And then I wet my lips and shrugged, the water shifting around my shoulders. “How to talk to this ChosenFC clown without him or her knowing who you are or where you are.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “If it makes you feel a little safer, nobody has ever gotten into any of my systems. And I mean, none of them. They’ve tried. In my heyday, people tried to usurp Piranha’s throne.” He let out a quiet, evil laugh. “Little did they know…”
“Did you fuck ‘em up hacker style?”
He laughed. “You can say that. Yes. One of them had a thing for porn. I managed to get him banned from pretty much every porn site he’d ever visited.”
“How’d you even know?” I asked, laughing in awe.
“He made accounts, the dumb ass. And they were all under his hacker name, too.” Chuck’s smirk made me grin like a moron. “And this wasn’t the sort of thing where all he had to do was sign up with a new username. Like, his system was banned. No matter what he tried, any porn site he went onto gave him a white page that said ‘You’ve been blackballed’.”
I laughed hard, rocking forward. “God, you’re bad.”
“He shouldn’t have tried to hack my computer.” He gave me nonchalant shrug.
“I mean, no, apparently not. But I bet a lot of people must have underestimated you back then.”
He smiled at the compliment. “Something about sitting behind a computer screen and not having to look people in the face gives these people a lot of confidence they wouldn’t normally have.”
“And entitlement.” I sunk a little lower in the water so that the bubbles were tickling my nose, keeping my gaze on Chuck as his eyes widened and he nodded in silent agreement.
I thought about Chuck and how often people must have underestimated him throughout his whole life. Growing up with no parents, with just his sister for support, getting through high school and college without help, all while living another life on the interwebs, ruling the hacking world under a pseudonym.
And even now, he was underestimated.
I was sure people at his work took him for granted. The people he tried to pitch his prototype to underestimated him and his work. Even my fellow detectives were underestimating him at every turn as he helped us with the case.
I’d underestimated him countless times. He was much more aware of things than I’d thought at first. When we were in the beginning stages of our fuck buddy arrangement.
He groaned quietly, I assumed because of the jet pounding against his back, and his eyes slipped shut.
Even that first night when I met him at the club, when I’d dragged him to my car and taken him home with me, even when his lips connected with mine, I’d underestimated just how good the sex would be.
More than anything, though, I’d underestimated just how much I would grow to care for him. How easily he would become a part of my life in a way that didn’t only include raucous marathon fucking.
“Sarah.”
“Hm?”
“Please don’t worry about me.”
I blinked. That had been the underlying reason for my train of thought, hadn’t it? I was worried about him. Had it shown on my face?
“It’s hard not to,” I said after a few moments. I crossed my arms and scooted to sit up a little straighter.
“What if I was just a contract tech specialist you guys hired to help? No extra relationship stuff going on. Would you worry about me, then?” He lifted an eyebrow.
“Not nearly as much, no. But if you were just a contract tech specialist we’d hired, you wouldn’t be working this hard, or putting so much of yourself into it. And…” I sighed. “You wouldn’t be in as much danger.”
“How am I in more danger?”
I made a face. “Seriously, Chuck? You read all these comic books and watch these movies with the hardboiled cops who fall for the femme fatale…”
“Are you the femme fatale in this scenario? Or am I?”
I glared, not really appreciating how glib he was being about this, when I was trying to have a serious conversation. But that was his way. And I wouldn’t like him so much if he was anything other than what he was.
“Chuck, you are in more danger being connected to me in a personal way. In a…romantic way, I mean. Remember that one movie we watched, where the detective ends up going off the deep end because the serial killer murders the woman he fell in love with throughout the course of the movie? It’s how bad people get to their enemies. Find the spot where they’re the most vulnerable.” I nibbled on my lip and looked away.
“So…what you’re saying is I’m your Achilles’ heel.” His voice was quiet, almost too quiet to hear about the hot tub bubbling away. But I heard him. And he was right. That was what I was saying.
“You could be. If he finds out about you. Chuck, if he knew even a little bit…I mean, if he knew at all how important you are, he’d go right for you. If I’m his target. He keeps going after me, it’ll just make me stronger. He goes after you, and…” I let out a long breath.
The water shifted as Chuck crossed the tub to my side. He sidled up to me and cupped my face, kissing me. His lips moved over mine so slowly, so tenderly, the kiss long and just…everything.
He pulled back awhile later. “I’m being careful,” he finally said after I eventually blinked my eyes open to meet his.
“You careful, or Piranha careful?”
“Piranha careful. He isn’t going to get anywhere near me.” His grip on my face got a little tighter. “Or you,” he added, determination in his face. He was absolutely taking me seriously now.
It meant so much to know he respected me enough to actually listen to my fears, take them in, without dismissing them—instead he did what he could to assuage them.
“That said, I know you’re going to be worried no matter what I do or say. But I know what all of this entails. I read my contract—every last word of it. I know what I’m in for. I know the risks. I also trust you and your team. More than anything, I want you safe. I want Fulcrum to be taken in. And I want to get to the bottom of why he went after you, of all people.” He rubbed his nose with mine, making my eyelids flutter as he shifted his body even closer to mine so that our fronts rubbed together. “Then maybe after everything else, I’ll strangle him for it,” he said through teeth clenched in anger.
Just like that, the desire I thought he’d fucked out of my body was back. I felt so dysfunctional, being that turned on by the thought of my man strangling Fulcrum for the way the hacker stalked and attacked me.
My body wasn’t ready yet. In spite of the lust surging through me, the ache was still palpable. I wanted to swing my leg over him, lower myself onto his cock, and ride him until he came.
But instead I just wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing my body flush against his, and I tucked my face into his neck, clinging tightly.
Notes: More plot is coming up. Hope you liked this chapter! Thanks!
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