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The more I thought about it, tossing and turning in bed that night, and then again as I sat at work the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, the more I felt like my visit to Chuck’s apartment had been a failure.
   He’d been so sweet and understanding once his confusion about my proposal cleared. But he didn’t seem all that into the whole ‘fuck buddies’ concept. I didn’t blame him. A month ago, I would’ve been just as dismissive of it.
   But it just made sense now.
   For me.
   And I just wished he would call me or text me to call the whole thing off instead of just letting me stew. Would he ever call me or would this just end unresolved and stick in my mind for the rest of my life? Ugh. That sounded awful and maybe even a little melodramatic.
   So instead of dwelling, I dove headfirst into work.
   How did Carina manage to make it look so easy? Or maybe she’d just chosen guys who she knew wouldn’t have a problem being fuck buddies with a woman who looked like a runway model. Did she have some sort of expert radar for locating guys like that?
   I didn’t really feel like I even wanted guys like that, though. Guys who would just automatically go, “HELL YES” and dive right in. Then again, what was wrong with that? I was doing it, wasn’t I?
   My illogical jumble of thoughts continued on the drive home from the precinct’s gym, and even into my long, hot shower.
   Was it that silly to want something purely physical? Maybe to someone like Chuck it was. It had been to me, too. It still kind of was. But I was going out on a limb, I was doing something new and it was refreshing and invigorating all at once. I was shaking up my life, getting out of a funk.
   At least Chuck was honest. He was very honest. And sincere. He wanted to be up front about what he thought he was and wasn’t capable of. And I appreciated that about him.
   If he really had wanted to see if this could work, I thought he’d probably be the perfect guy for it. I could trust him to be honest about his wants and needs. And I knew he’d listen to mine. He would be trustworthy.
   Still lost in thought as I moved to make myself some decaf coffee to finish off the slice of cake I’d bought earlier after work, I jumped when there was a knock at my door.
   I found the nearest gun out of the many I’d hidden throughout the apartment just in case and snuck along the wall to the door. It was a habit that I’d picked up during police academy. As a detective who’d pissed off a lot of perps, I could never be too careful about which of them found out where I lived to bump me off in revenge.
   But when I peeked through the peephole, I saw Chuck standing there. Well, rather…his profile, since he was glancing down the hallway a little nervously.
   Shocked to see him there, as after not hearing from him for two days I was beginning to think I’d never see the guy again, I quickly rushed back towards the kitchen to stow my gun again, calling out, “Be right there!” just loud enough for him to hear.
   I scampered back to the door, looked down at my pajama pants and camisole, realized the man standing outside had seen me bare as the day I was born, rolled my eyes at myself, and swung the door open.
   His head snapped to face forward and he just looked at me for a second as I looked back. “Hi, Sarah.”
   “Hi. I, uh…”
   “Surprised, huh?” he asked, his crooked closed-mouth smile a little goofy and cute.
   “Yes. Actually.”
   “Can I, um…Can I come—?”
   “Oh!” I opened the door wider and stepped aside, gesturing him in with my other hand. “Of course. Sorry. Come in.”
   He did, smiling in his usual friendly way.
   I shut the door behind him and just stared again. I really hadn’t been expecting to even hear from him again, let alone see him standing in front of me.
   “I’m not intruding, am I?” he asked, wincing. “I don’t mean to show up unannounced like this. It’s really rude. I’m sorry. I should’ve called or texted or something.”
   “No. No, it’s okay. I’m just…I was making coffee. Would you like some?”
   “I’d…love some. Actually. If it isn’t too much trouble.”
   “It’s no trouble,” I said, tilting my head to get him to follow me as I walked into the kitchen. I took a deep breath and let my eyes fall shut as I moved into my kitchen and rounded to the counter where I just so happened to have made too much. “It’s decaf, though. I can make you regular if you’d like.”
   I turned and watched as he tentatively stepped into the kitchen where we’d shared ice cream a few nights ago. With chocolate sauce.
   “No, decaf is fine. Actually, fun fact. Decaf still has caffeine in it. It’s just…less caffeine. So…” He stuck his hands in his jean pockets and made a popping sound with his lips, smiling a little awkwardly and looking down at his feet.
   I giggled quietly and poured him his coffee, coming to stand in front of him and handing it to him before staring expectedly. He had to have a reason for coming here, right? I just had to wait until he came out with it.
   Chuck licked his lips a little, nodding down at the mug he’d just sipped coffee from. “This is really good coffee. It’s different than…um…than what you had last week. I mean, on Friday. The morning after we…It’s good. I like it.”
   “Ethiopian coffee.”
   “Really? Wow. That’s…” He sighed, then chuckled at himself a little self-deprecatingly before putting the mug down on the counter next to him.
   “Okay, I’m gonna stop being an awkward dumb ass now. I’m sorry it took me this long to talk to you. I just wanted to be sure, you know?”
   I swallowed and nodded.
   “What I said the other night, um, a-about how I wasn’t sure if I could do the physical stuff without letting in the emotional? All of that stuff? It’s still true. I’m worried that I won’t be able to separate the two. You’re just…I don’t know you besides the few things that I learned about you…sex-wise.”
   I felt ridiculous for blushing but he didn’t seem to mind, or probably even notice, since he was staring up at my kitchen ceiling. He lowered his gaze back to me again and I met it steadily.
   “I don’t know you, but I know enough so far to be almost absolutely certain that you are a, um, a special person.” I felt hot around the collar. And elsewhere. “I’m not sure if there exists a red-blooded straight man who would be able to resist falling for someone like you. I’m not trying to be all…gushy…It’s just the truth.”
   I smiled a little, amused in spite of being on pins and needles. “Thank you.”
   “Sure. Yeah.” He chuckled softly, then rubbed the back of his head. “Thing is, even though I’m not sure if I can keep my emotions out of the equation…I’d really, really like to try.” It was like a firework had gone off inside of me. I buzzed everywhere. I felt a grin start to grow on my face. “I mean, I’m willing to give it all I’ve got. So long as I’ve warned you ahead of time and everything.”
   “I am sufficiently warned,” I said through a grin.
   “So…” He let out a breath. “God, I’ve never done this before. It’s crazy.”
   “It is a little. Isn’t it?”
   “Yes. But it’s also…super exciting.” I felt that delicious warmth start to pool behind my belly button at the slow, heated smile growing on his face. “The more I thought about it over the past two days, the more I started thinking…You know what? I’m young. I’m in good shape.” I started to giggle at him. He was ridiculous. He smiled teasingly as he continued. “And I’d be an absolute dipshit if I didn’t grab this opportunity by the horns. So to speak.”
   I was thoroughly seduced by the small smirk on his handsome face, the way the breeze outside had messed with his curls, the way he was leaning his hip against the counter so casually. And the fact that he’d just agreed to be my fuck buddy.
   Wait, he had agreed, right?
   “So we’re…agreed then? I mean, it’s a done deal? No strings attached? I can call you, you can call me. Any time. We meet up, get our rocks off, and go on with our daily lives afterwards?”
   He took a deep breath, pulled his hands out of his pocket, and thrust his right one out between us. “It’s a done deal,” he said, his voice quiet and deep. There was something in his eyes, a heat that I wanted him to bestow upon me.
   I took his hand and we shook, not letting go.
   “Does this, uh…deal of ours…Is it effective immediately?” he asked, leaning close.
   Liquid heat trickled down my limbs and my center throbbed. “Absolutely.”
   He barely gave me time to answer before he pulled me in. Thankfully I had the sense to put my coffee mug down next to me before he acted, or we’d be interrupted by hot coffee and glass ending up all over the floor.
   We kissed ravenously and I immediately rounded his shoulders with my arms, pushing my fingers up through his hair and clinging. He grabbed me by my waist and tugged my front against his, arching his hips into me and growling into the kiss.
   To think a few hours ago, I’d thought I’d never see him again, but he was here. And not just here. But kissing me hungrily, touching me hungrily.
   Come to think of it, I was pretty damn hungry too.
   I pushed until he bumped into the nearby wooden butcher block in the middle of my kitchen. He gasped in surprise and pulled out of the kiss to look down behind him. He looked back at me and sent me a wide-eyed smile of appreciation as I started unbuckling his belt.
   Chuck leaned back a little to make it so that it was easier for me, looking down and watching as I got the belt out of the way, undid his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. One could never be too careful with guys and zippers.
   He grumbled and shut his eyes as I palmed him over his boxers, feeling his length, gliding my fingers and palm over it. “Sarah…” he whispered, his eyelids fluttering before meeting my gaze with his swirling eyes that were currently the color of good whiskey.
   I was buzzing for him. Throbbing. Aching. I could feel my need where my thighs met and I wanted to satiate that need with this man in front of me. So I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugged them down to his knees. I didn’t have the patience for anything more than that.
   And then I pushed my pajamas and panties down to my ankles, stepping out of them. He stood up a little straighter and rounded my body with his arms, kissing my jaw, down to my throat. His hands dragged over my waist, up and down my back, and then he gripped my hip in his left hand and slid his right hand down over my ass, giving one cheek a teasing squeeze before sliding his fingers over my vulva from behind.
   I gasped and grabbed onto his arms, gyrating my hips against his fingers that he slid up and down between the lips of my vagina. “Shit, that’s so good,” I whimpered, biting my lip as I stared at him. I looked down and saw that he was getting harder underneath his boxer shorts.
   It seemed like I’d be doing us both a service if I sped things along, so I yanked his boxers down to his jeans around his knees and immediately wrapped my fist around his cock. He growled and arched himself into my hand.
   I thought this was maybe one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. He was still sliding his fingers over my slit, teasing me, rubbing me with his hand coming in from behind. And now I was slowly pumping my fist up and down his penis, letting my thumb flick over the head because of the way it made his eyelids flutter in bliss.
   He was skilled with his fingers between my legs. He was very skilled. And as hard as I was trying to concentrate on pleasuring him with my own hand, I was mounting to a climax quickly. “Oh, yes,” I whispered, gyrating my hips a little harder into his fingers to give him a hint to rub more vigorously.
   Chuck got my hint, because he completely pulled his hand away, but only for a moment, before he brought it back around to my front and slid two fingers over my clit. He started rubbing hard and fast, and I clenched my ass, tensing my legs, wanting to get off so bad.
   “Yes, come on,” I whined. “Oh Chuck. I’m almost there. Keep going. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
   I came, shuddering against his fingers, squeezing his dick hard in my hand as he gasped and thrusted himself into my grip.
   When the high of my orgasm dwindled just a little, I sighed and took a moment to collect myself. He pulled his hand away and I felt my own wetness on his fingers against my hip as he held onto me. There was something so naughty and invigorating about that.
   And then he gently wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand from his cock, before he grabbed my by my waist and hoisted me up against him.
   I squeaked and giggled, grabbing onto his shoulders, my wet sex pressed against his t-shirt covered abdomen. My knees automatically braced against the top of the butcher block, my legs spread to straddle his hips and my calves pressed tightly against the backs of my thighs.
   The rest was up to him as he pushed one hand between us and took his hard dick in his fingers, rubbing the head over my slit a few times to make sure we were both lubricated enough.
   I opened my mouth in awe as his thickness entered me. He slowly pulled me further and further onto his shaft. And because of the awkward angle of my legs, there really wasn’t anything I could do but hold onto his shoulders and watch as he held onto my hips and started his bouncing thrusts against me.
   “Hnng! Oh God!” I panted, looking up at the ceiling as he pounded into me. His hands slid around to my ass, squeezing as he repeatedly pulled me into his hips. I let out a soft mew every time our bodies met with a loud wet slap, feeling his entire cock filling me up.
   His fingers tightened against my ass cheeks and he grit his teeth, readjusting me just a tad before fucking me faster and harder. “Oh shit!” I yelped, my voice catching in my throat as his groin smacked against mine over and over and over.
   I lowered my forehead to press against his and cupped his jaw in both my hands.
   But then he halted and spun around, setting my ass on the very edge of the block before reaching down to grab his T-shirt and yank it off over his head, throwing it away. He then reached down to push his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, spreading his feet as much as he could and grabbing my hips.
   His thrusts were slower now, but so much deeper as he buried his face in my hair and clung to me. He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me down into his powerful strokes. “Nnng, you’re so wet,” he breathed against my skin. “You’re so hot and wet.”
   “Oh yeeesss,” I panted.
   My climax fell upon me pretty suddenly and I grabbed at his biceps, squeezing so tightly that he winced a little. I gyrated my hips against his, using my thighs clamped around him as leverage, getting as much out of the orgasm as I could as I let my head fall back.
   He stopped when I had winded down a little, slipping his hard cock out of me and carefully easing me down to my feet in front of him. I leaned back against the butcher block and covered my forehead with my hand.
   Pushing my hair back from my face, I took a deep breath and watched as Chuck knelt down to remove his Converse, socks, pants, and boxers. He made it look difficult, tottering a little bit, so that I had to lunge forward to hold him steady by his shoulders, keeping him from tipping over and maybe hitting his head on something.
   “Thanks,” he said, sending me a look that was half embarrassed and half amused.
   “No problem.”
   He finally stood and teasingly tugged at the hem of my camisole. Biting my lip, I whipped it off in one quick movement, leaving me completely naked. And then I took him by his arm and marched him right out of the kitchen, sending him a smirk over my shoulder as I led him down the hall and into my bedroom.
   I found myself not caring that my slacks and blouse were draped over the chair by the window rather than in my hamper. It had been a long day and I’d just wanted to be in something comfortable once I got home. Surely Chuck wouldn’t care if my room wasn’t as immaculate as his place had seemed for the ten minutes I’d been in it the other night.
   He didn’t even seem to notice as we crawled onto the bed and I put a hand against his chest to make him lie down. The look on his face was so pleased, a mixture of arousal and excitement for what was to come.
   I swung my leg over him to straddle him, taking his hard dick in my hand and rubbing my fingers up and down its length. Then I tucked it between the lips of my vagina, grinding my sex up and down his shaft a few times, getting my cum all over his cock without actually pushing him inside of me.
   “God, that feels so good,” he panted.
   Enjoying the sensations of his hard length sliding along my pussy, I continued for a few minutes, varying my speed based on the sounds he was making. I had every intention of making him glad he’d agreed to the pact.
   When I felt the beginnings of an approaching orgasm, I slowed down and pulled his dick away a little, twisting my fist around it a few times. “Nnnng,” he let out in a long groan.
   I’d ridden this man before and it had been amazing. And I knew from experience that he enjoyed doing different things from the unoriginal missionary position. So instead of lifting my hips and sinking onto his cock, I kept the small bit of nervousness I felt from showing and smirked at him. He looked a little questioning, like he didn’t quite know what I was up to.
   I turned to face the foot of the bed, swinging my leg over to straddle him again.
   His hand wrapped around my hip as he sighed behind me. I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder at him, instead glancing down and shifting to make myself comfortable.
   I took his length in my hand again, leaning forward to hold onto his leg right above his knee with my free hand to brace myself.
   As I eased his penis into my entrance, it felt different. He was inside of me at a new, delicious angle, one I’d never felt before. His cock was pressed tightly against my front wall. “Mmmm,” I moaned, surprising both of us by sitting down hard in his lap to quickly bury him fully inside of my vagina.
   “Shit!” he gasped. “Sarah…”
   I shifted my knees against the mattress so that I had better leverage for thrusting, and then I leaned forward, holding onto his shins just under his kneecaps with both hands, and I started lifting and dropping my hips fast and hard. Over and over and over.
   I felt the head of his cock thump against my front inner wall with each bounce of my hips and I panted his name. His hands stroked up and down my thighs, gripping me by my waist, but never trying to take control of what I was doing. He was letting me decide the pace and strength. And I was going to take advantage of it.
   Grabbing hold of his thigh, I used my grip as leverage and stopped bouncing on his cock, instead sitting on him so that his cock was as deep as possible and gyrating my hips in a small circle.
   “Oh yeees,” Chuck groaned behind me.
   I continued my circles in his lap for a few minutes, until my thighs ached a little at the concentrated movements, so instead I braced my knees and started rocking back and forth. I tightened my lower half with each thrust forward, tensing my body, feeling his cock grinding inside of me. God, he was hitting all the right spots.
   His hands slid up my sides and reached around to cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples before he kneading my mounds so wonderfully. And when his cock met my g-spot, I yelped, shuddering a little and stopping so that I could continue feeling his hardness pressed against that sensitive area. I gently swiveled my hips a little to make it rub against the spot and I moaned breathlessly.
   But then Chuck dragged his hands back down my body and tightened his grip on my waist. He lifted me up just a little so that my ass was hovering a few inches over his groin, his cock still inside of me, and he started thrusting up into me.
   My head fell forward as I held onto his thighs tightly. “Nnnnnggg Chh—oh God yes!”
   He was ramming himself into my pussy fast and hard, his ass bouncing against the bed so that we were serenaded by the delicious sounds of the mattress springs squeaking and the slapping sounds accompanying our fucking.
   Something clicked into place inside of me then as he fucked me, hearing his soft grunts of exertion and sighs of pleasure behind me. This was it. This was what I was looking for. Someone who would do this to me when I needed it. The soft, passionate sex was good—it was really good—and there was definitely a place for it, and Chuck was fantastic at it. But this? This hot, steamy fucking, not facing each other, not looking into one another’s eyes but just going at it…I really really needed this.
   Chuck grabbed my ass cheeks and started massaging them, before he pushed them apart, bent his knees to brace his feet against the bed, and thrusted up into me even harder, though a little slower.
   “Hnnng yes Sarah.”
   I tightened my pussy around him with each hard thrust of his cock into me, and gasped as I felt one of his fingers tease the rim of my asshole. God I could feel my climax coming. I could feel it. So I shoved myself backwards to pin him against the mattress again, causing both of us to cry out in pleasure as he was buried fast and hard inside of me.
   And then I grabbed his legs again and rode his dick hard, grinding back and forth, tensing up, trying to get off. “Shit! Oh God, I’m gonna come,” I panted. “I’m gonna come!”
   I was almost there. It was building inside of me.
   All he had to do was slide his hand around my hip and drag it down my front, his fingers merely pressing against my clitoris for a second before I came so hard my entire body was like a rubber band right before it snapped.
   I opened my mouth wide, my chest heaving, his fingers moving against my pulsating clit. And I wondered if he could feel it swelling against his fingers as I came. Finally, I released the tension in my body and sat back on his shaft, letting out a long breath and pushing my hair out of my face.
   “God, that was so good,” I whispered, grinning. I could still feel everything tingling. My fingers, my toes, my lips even.
   His only response was a hoarse groan, and I heard him plop back against the bed with a gasp for air.
   I looked down my body and gaped a little, reaching down to play with his balls. “Jesus Christ, Chuck. How are you still hard?”
   “I’m not too far off,” he said, his voice tight. I finally looked down over my shoulder and saw his eyes flashing in lust, his face red. Oh. Right.
   I slid off of his cock, my thighs a little sore, and I swung my leg around to plop onto the bed, my head next to his feet. I spread my legs and crooked my finger at him, sliding the fingers of my other hand up and down my inner thigh invitingly. This time I’d let him do the work.
   He pushed himself to sit up, his eyes feasting on my wet pussy, still throbbing from my climax. And when his brown eyes slid up my body to meet mine, I felt a heat inside of me, a need that I’d never experienced before.
   Chuck crawled over me, settling between my legs, the head of his cock sliding over my opening. I wrapped myself around him, me legs around his waist, linking my ankles, my arms around his broad shoulders, and I buried my face in his dark curls, whimpering as I felt him enter me.
   It just felt so good.
   He didn’t waste any time, his arms pushing underneath my body to cradle me against him as he started his slow, deep thrusts. Wanting to hurry things along, I slid one hand down his back and grabbed onto his ass.
   I loved the feeling of his muscles clenching under my fingers as he thrusted into me. He was so strong and so sexy, I couldn’t help but pant words of encouragement against his hair. My voice was dripping with need and pleasure, and I realized I’d never heard myself like this before. Yeah, I’d talked during sex before, mostly because I’d read in a magazine that a lot of men performed better in the sack when they were praised by their partners. It only worked once with Bryce. And even then, he’d come where I hadn’t.
   But this time, I had no ulterior motive. It was just pure pleasure that was making me talk.
   “You feel so good,” I whined, moaning as he buried himself to the hilt. “You make me so wet, Chuck.”
   He growled and turned his face, nipping at my jaw just under my ear so that I gasped.
   And then he strengthened his thrusts significantly, going as deep as possible with each stroke, so deep and strong that my ass lifted off the mattress. I threw my head back. “Ohhh yeeesss!”
   “Hnngg Sarah,” he breathed, his lips against my neck.
   “Fuck, you’re amazing,” I heard myself gasp, and I could feel the way he tensed against me that he was close. “I wanna feel your cum.”
   With one last hard jerk of his hips, I did feel his cum. It warmed me significantly, so hot and wet as it spurted into me. I gyrated myself against his cock, wanting every last drop.
   He finally stilled, sagging forward a little. He caught himself with a breathless chuckle, and we both ended up on our backs, staring at the ceiling. I, for one, didn’t feel like moving for a year or maybe two. It was all just so damn good.
   We stayed like that for a few minutes until he sat up. “So…I, um…we’re doing the whole just-sex thing…”
   I stared at his profile, feeling a little apprehensive about what exactly was going through his mind…what he was about to say. “Yeah…?” I prompted, pushing myself to sit up next to him. God, my entire body was just so spent and relaxed.
   “If, uh…if this is what I have to look forward to, I think this arrangement should suit me just fine.”
   His grin was cheeky as he looked over his shoulder at me. Part of me wanted to feel him on top of me again, but I knew that was probably asking too much. “Are you sure?”
   I was asking him seriously and I knew he took me seriously when he met my gaze. “Well, I still have that…concern…that I mentioned before. This? What we’ve got going on here? It is freaking fantastic. But you’re also pretty fantastic. Just you. So it’s gonna be hard not to dwell on all the things about you that don’t have to do with…copulation.” He winced.
   “Wow, so…You just used what is probably the most unsexy word for sex ever.”
   “I know. I did. I think that’s my cue to leave.”
   I laughed and for a moment it was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to stay. But that wasn’t the greatest idea. Not right now, when things had just begun. I wasn’t sure if either of us would be able to resist. He’d already slept over once, and he’d made me coffee, and he’d been so incredibly sweet and awkward about everything. It had been endearing, and I couldn’t afford to let him get that deep under my skin. Not now…now that I was looking for something else. Something less complicated.
   Instead I didn’t answer him, smiling as he stood up.
   We spent a few minutes finding things to put on, but since this was my place, I simply went to the closet to throw on a wrap-around robe that went to my mid-thigh.
   Chuck took a few minutes longer, but he was finally dressed and at my door soon after.
   He turned with his hand on the doorknob, smiling. “This was really fun.”
   “It was,” I agreed, standing close. I just found him incredibly magnetic, and I knew it was the way he touched me, how his lips felt against me, and how when he smiled that certain smiled, his brown eyes a little more golden, what felt like lava churned in my lower belly.
   “We should definitely do it again sometime,” he said, smirking at me.
   “You’ve got my number.”
   “Yep. And you’ve got mine.”
   “Mhm.”
   There was a heat between us and I felt the silken material of my robe brushing against my hard, sensitive nipples. Wasn’t there a particular word for people who were addicted to sex? Was I one of them? Was he experiencing the same?
   I let him lean in and kiss me. My tongue automatically flicked along his lip, and then I caught it between my teeth, just for a split second, and dove back into the kiss. It became more desperate then, and then I was pressed against the door.
   Before I could even think Again?? Chuck had his hand underneath my robe and his fingers brushed against my inner thigh. Oh God, he really was doing this. I couldn’t stop the grin from exploding on my face as I felt him rub his fingers up and down my sex, in between the lips of my vulva, stimulating my clit.
   The look in his eyes, the way he clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils, pressing his forehead against mine…I decided it was best to shut me eyes and just enjoy the sensations. He finally teased my entrance before slowly sinking first one finger in and then the other, slowly pumping in and out, hitting my g-spot.
   As I felt my climax building quickly, because I had still been keyed up from getting Chuck off and not experiencing orgasm when he did, I whimpered and dug my fingers into the wood door I was pinned against.
   I spread my legs a little, my whimpering breaths coming faster as my finish crept closer.
   And then Chuck pulled is fingers out and instead focused on my sensitive clit, rubbing it hard and fast. I opened my eyes and lowered them to his arm, watching it jerk and flex as he built me up.
   I came again, my lower body tensing and releasing, my sex throbbing as he palmed me and stroked up and down to ease me back to earth.
   And then I felt his lips press against the skin just below my ear, and in a soft voice, he said, “Call me.”
   His fingers were gone, leaving the cool air of the apartment to grace the wetness between my legs. As I moved to let him open the door, he reached over to grab the doorknob and I stopped him, my hand on the crook of his arm. “Wait, Chuck…”
   Chuck turned to raise an eyebrow at me in question.
   “You can call me, too. If you need me. This is a two way thing.” I gestured between us.
   His lips twitched and I couldn’t quite get the emotion behind it. “Oh, I will.”
   God, I hoped so.
   He left then, shutting the door behind him, and I stood alone in my entryway, still breathing hard from climaxing against the door a minute earlier.
   “Holy shit,” I breathed to myself, letting out a giggle and pushing my hands through my hair.
   And then I went to the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit.
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   I could see the redhead already out on the beach. The lone gorgeous woman lying down with her legs bent and her knees sticking up.
   I grabbed my towel and yoga mat from the backseat of my car, as well as my beach bag, and then I headed out to the sand. It didn’t feel too hot, so I slipped my sandals off and picked them up, walking the rest of the way with the sand squishing between my toes.
   By the time I reached her, she had sat up to watch me approach.
   “Sup, bitch.”
   I stopped and sagged a little, giving her a flat look as I dropped everything except my yoga mat to the sand at my feet. “I don’t even know why I hang out with you.”
   “What’d I do?” Carina shrugged, knowing exactly what she did.
   “Most friends say, ‘Oh hello, Sarah. Thanks for joining me at the ass-crack of dawn for this yoga sesh on the beach! Really nice of you to do that!’ But no. All I get is sup, bitch. Nice. Real classy, Miller.”
   I smirked at the way she just laughed and got up to help me roll out my yoga mat and situate my towel over it.
   “I would never in my life say any of those things. Except for ass-crack of dawn. I like that,” she teased, easing herself back onto her yoga mat and folding her legs to sit cross-legged.
   I followed suit and things settled between us, the soft sound of the beach enriching the brisk morning, the mist against my face. It was so perfect out here when the sun had just risen. So peaceful. Probably the most peaceful place on Earth. At least for me.
   And then…
   “So?”
   I opened one eye and made a face, the spell effectively broken. “I thought this was yoga time.”
   “I still feel relaxed. I’m just also talking to you. I haven’t even gotten to hang out with you for nine days.”
   “Are you counting?”
   “Yes, actually. Because you never actually told me what’s up with that case I asked you to help me with, first of all.”
   I sighed. I hadn’t told her anything about the case because I hadn’t been able to find anything. I turned to her, both eyes open. “I’m sorry, Carina. There’s nothing on file with Anton Westfield or any of his family members. At least not in our precinct. I even asked around. Nada.”
   “That fucking bastard.”
   “You’ll get him, Carina.”
   She huffed. “I don’t like to lose, Sarah. You know this.”
   “You aren’t losing,” I said, pointing at her rigidly. “You just haven’t won yet. But you will.”
   Carina gave me a sincere smile, grateful. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m a bad ass.”
   I giggled. “You are. I wouldn’t have hung out with you all these years if you weren’t.”
   “Good point, mon ami!”
   We spent the next hour in relative silence, enjoying the morning, practicing our breathing, stretching, posing. I felt even more of my tension ease away.
   The last three days had been stressful at the station. One of our own had been hit by a perp’s car while trying to pull him over to ID him after a convenience store was robbed downtown. And even though he was alive, he was covered in what looked like a body cast, nothing but his head showing and even that had bruises and contusions. Poor Silva.
   Not only that, but the guy had gotten away, and our manhunt had so far come to nothing. Usually this sort of thing wasn’t in my jurisdiction, but we all had our blood boiling about it. We all wanted to bring him in for Silva.
   This early morning yoga session was so needed.
   “What?” I finally asked, noticing that Carina was looking at me in a certain way.
   “Huh? I didn’t say anything.”
   “You didn’t have to. You’re looking at me funny.”
   “I always look at you funny. You’re funny lookin’.”
   I flicked some sand at her and glared as she batted it away and let out an amused huff.
   “Okay, fine. I am looking at you. Because I’m trying to decide how to ask you about the whole fuck buddy thing.”
   That was not exactly what I’d been expecting at that particular moment, but I knew she would ask me at some point. “Right. That.”
   “Oh come on. I haven’t talked to you about it since, like, last week. Or a week and a half ago. Wait, no, it was two weeks. See? I’ve been good.” She batted her eyelashes innocently and I almost snorted. Dork. “Did it end up working out?”
   I pulled my lips in between my teeth and raised an eyebrow silently.
   “That looks like a yes.”
   “We’re still figuring it out. But he did agree to it.”
   Carina didn’t say anything to that. She just lifted up her hand in between us and I laughed before slapping it with my own hand.
   “I am so proud of you. Having a fuck buddy. Just…go you, Sarah. Go you.”
   I laughed again and shook my head.
   We both laid out on our mats and began stretching again, folding our bodies and doing our breathing, letting the sounds of nature overcome us.
—————
   I hadn’t gone into this thinking it would be super comfortable right off the bat. I’d never done this before. He’d never done this before. It was…awkward. We’d literally just agreed to keep our relationship no strings attached, all sex and no emotions.
   I felt a little shy as he turned on the lights in his bedroom while walking in behind me. “So um…”
   I turned around and pushed a hand through my hair. “Yeah. I know…This is a little…”
   “Awkward? Kind of?”
   “Exactly.” I let out a breath in relief, glad we were on the same page.
   “Should I not have called tonight?”
   “No, that’s not it. I’m glad you did. It’s just that the last times we sort of…”
   “Pounced?”
   I giggled at his word. Like we were animals or something. Lions pounced. Then again, we had a habit of…pouncing. That sexual magnetism between us was strong. But tonight, I’d walked in and felt the nerves almost immediately. Maybe both of us were projecting and making it that much worse.
   It just felt forced to step up to him and bury my hands down his pants or something like that. There was foreplay, but even then it felt like it’d be…odd.
   “We should do an ice breaker…type thing.”
   I gave him a look.
   “Is that a no to the ice breaker?”
   God he was so cute. I giggled a little. “No, no. I just…an ice breaker before sex sounds…funny.”
   He chuckled as well. “It does sort of.”
   Just like that, he tugged his shirt off, mussing his hair in the process. I blinked at his chest for a few long moments, before I raised my gaze to his again.
   “Sorry, I just thought that might…get things started.”
   I nearly belly laughed, just barely keeping it only to a short, amused chuckle. “Feeling cocky, Chuck?”
   “N-No, I just thought—”
   “I’m teasing.” I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and made him move closer, teasing his lower abdomen and popping the button to his pants. And then I painstakingly slid his zipper down.
   “Of course you are,” he said in a flat voice, his snarky smirk sending a chill down my spine in the best way. And then he backed up and snapped his fingers as though he’d gotten an idea.
   I furrowed my brow and watched as he crossed his bedroom to what looked to have once been a bookcase. Instead of books, however, he had vinyls lined up. A lot of them. He thumbed through them and then pulled one out.
   “What are you doing?” I asked.
   “Um…mood music.”
   I balked a little at that. Mood music? I’d never needed mood music before. I’d always thought it was a little cheesy, anyways. Or maybe I’d never really understood people whose moods were affected by music.
   “Do you have a favorite…erm…sex song? I might have it here…”
   God, talking about being fuck buddies the other night had really made things less fiery and more…awkward…hadn’t it? “I don’t, um…I’m not a huge music person.”
   He blinked at me. “You aren’t a huge music person. So like…you don’t listen to music?”
   “Not really. I mean…I know a few things, probably. But I just…like…silence. I guess.”
   Chuck seemed to almost deflate a little bit, looking down at the record in his hands a little unsurely. And I felt bad. “We don’t need to do the music thing. That’s okay. I can—”
   “No, it’s fine. This whole…sex buddy thing is different already. Might as well do something else. Like um…” I paused. “Having sex to music. Just…put it on. I’m game for…pretty much anything.”
   It was a bold statement for me to make, I knew. And I purposefully infused the words with innuendo, hoping he took the hint. I wouldn’t be opposed to trying new things in the sack, either.
   He blinked again, the corner of his mouth twitching in something of a smile. His face looked a little dreamy for a second, and then he cleared his throat and looked down at the record, slipping the black vinyl out of its square case and holding it up for me to see. “I think you’ll like this.” Chuck turned to carefully situate it onto the record player, turning it on and moving the needle. “At least I hope you will.”
   I didn’t say anything, simply choosing to just watch as he stood with his hands hovering over the record player, almost like he was a magician, making the record spin beneath the needle.
   The beat of the song was soft, slow, and…deep. Somehow, I felt the thrum of the bass deep inside of me. And the gentle tsst tsst thump tsst of the drum made me want to wrap myself around the tall man moving across the room towards me.
   Maybe I’d been remiss in the whole no-music-during-sex thing. Or maybe I’d just needed the right music. The right partner.
   When Chuck stopped, he was pressed against me, and he slowly eased the hem of my shirt up my body.
   We both moved slowly, undressing one another in a way that somehow matched the music. And I was buzzing everywhere.
   His fingers unlatched my bra and he pulled it off of me, sucking on my neck as he reached over to hang it from his bedpost. I accidentally scratched his back when he lowered his lips to one of my nipples, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
   But he didn’t stop, pulling my closer, reaching up to rub my other nipple between his fingers. I felt a stinging sensation between my legs.
   I wanted him, but this was still so…different. Showing up at his apartment because he asked me to, the silly, awkward small talk we engaged in when he let me in. The way we both sort of…ambled to his bedroom.
   But I was determined to capture that unrivaled lust between us again. I worked to let the music really keep me in the moment, and I pushed my hands into his boxers to squeeze his ass. He groaned and stood up straight again, his eyes boring into me.
   After all…hadn’t he called me? I turned us around and backed him up until he ran into the bed, almost pitching backwards. I caught him by the waistband of his boxers and pulled him against me, unable to hold back the soft giggle at the momentary wide-eyed panic in his face.
   He sent me an unamused look and when he least expected it, I gave him a little shove backwards so that he landed on the mattress. The little yelp he let out pleased me greatly, and I grinned cheekily at the faux glare he sent me, shaking his head.
   Deciding to use the music to my advantage, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my panties, my last article of clothing. I swayed my hips back and forth to the seductive rhythm of the song. I edged first one side of my underwear down, showing him a few inches of skin, and then I edged the other side down.
   It was an invitation for him to look, to let his eyes glide up and down my body. But he didn’t seem to be taking the hint, almost like he was being a little shy. So I raised my arms over my head and swayed my hips again, lowering myself to crouch at his knees and rubbing my hands up his thighs, tucking them under the hems of his boxers and squeezing.
   I’d never done this before, and even though the words were on the tip of my tongue, I just couldn’t get them out. So I bit my lip and slowly stood up to tower over him again. Because I’d always been a bit of a procrastinator, I pushed my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, then gave his boxers a teasing tug.
   Chuck took the hint and lifted his ass off the mattress so that I could rid him of his boxers. And once that was done, I mustered as much courage as I could, trying to get some sort of feeling of boldness from the sexy music he’d put on. He was finally looking at me, angling his head a little so that he could look down at the spot between my thighs.
   That made me feel a bit more bold more than anything, so I finally leaned over and braced my palms against the mattress on either side of his shoulders, my hair hanging down around my face.
   “What do you want, Chuck?” I asked softly. I infused as much lust into it as I could, trying to mask my shyness.
   His eyebrows went up and I wondered if asking him had made things worse.
   But then he pushed himself up to his elbows and craned is neck a little to kiss me, pushing some of my hair out of the way. This wasn’t exactly an answer, but I wasn’t exactly opposed to it either.
   I was surprised to find his hands against my hips a few moments later, and he gave me a strong yank so that I squealed and fell against him as he plopped back against the mattress. He’d distracted me with that kiss and I decided a mischievous Chuck was an incredibly sexy Chuck.
   Still, this wasn’t the most comfortable position…with one of my legs bent, my knee pressed into the mattress, and the other hanging over the edge of the mattress, point straight out behind me. Although, his body felt amazing underneath mine.
   “Chuck, you called me, remember?” I reminded him, my breath something of a whimper. The delicious, relaxing, psychedelic music drifting through the room had suddenly taken ahold of me, and I leaned down to kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I thrusted my hips against him, dragging my sex along his shaft and he groaned, his fingers wrapping around my waist.
   He gave me a little tug and I did it a few more times, so slowly, and I thought maybe his idea about listening to the music was a stroke of genius.
   I reached up and threaded my fingers through his hair. Feeling cheeky, and having something of an idea of how much boldness Chuck might enjoy (I hoped!), I tightened my grip on his hair and gave it a teasing little yank.
   Chuck winced and looked immediately pleased, his eyes swirling with amber lust.
   “What do you want me to do, Chuck?”
   His hands stroked a delicious pattern over the small of my back, and he leaned up to brush my ear with his lips. “Ride me.”
   That grumbling, deep voice in my ear, telling me to ride him…
   There it was.
   That all-encompassing lust and adrenaline. The need to feel his thickness inside of me.
   I pushed him to lie back on the mattress, my hands on his chest, teasing the smattering of hair, his nipples, and his ribcage with my fingers. And then I ground my crotch against his body just under his belly button a few times, reveling in just how wet I was. And so soon.
   With a sigh, I reached back with one hand and took his cock in my fist. I pumped him until he felt a little harder, and then I quickly positioned him at my entrance. With my knees bent on either side of his hips, I lowered myself onto his shaft with a whimper.
   He grumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Oh, Sarah…” he breathed, craning his neck to watch as I sat fully in his lap.
   I reached up to hold onto his shoulders with both hands and started jamming myself onto his cock. I clamped my lips together and shut my eyes, throwing my head back. It was like perfect torture, feeling him slam into me with each of my hard thrusts.
   As I lowered my chin and looked down at him, I felt even more turned on at the way he was looking at where we were connected. I dragged my hand up to thread my fingers in his hair again, lowering my body so that my tits pressed against his chest, my hard nipples rubbing against him. I grinned and started gyrating hard with his dick buried deep inside of me.
   “Oh shit yeah, Chuck,” I gasped. “Oh yeah. Oh my God!” I yelped. I pushed my face into his neck, arching my back and grinding slowly and powerfully. Opening my mouth to taste his skin, I let my tongue glide over his neck, sucking him gently between my lips.
   “Hmnngg,” he groaned. “Keep going.”
   His words got to me, and I slid my mouth up his jaw, pressing my lips to his ear. “You like that?” I panted. He nodded.
   I kept riding him, keeping his cock buried deep as I swung my hips back and forth in graceful swooping movements. I don’t know how much time passed, but I started feeling like his fingers clutching at my waist weren’t enough.
   “Touch me,” I gasped. “Oh I need you to touch me.”
   Chuck’s right hand immediately slid over my left ass cheek. God, his hands were so big and strong. It pretty much took up my entire cheek as he squeezed in time with my thrusts.
   “Yes!” I whimpered. “Oh shit yes!”
   I needed more control, though. I needed him deeper and I wanted to move faster. So I braced my hands on the mattress beside his body and pushed myself up at an angle, looking down on him.
   Chuck just stared back up at me, his eyes only half open, lust fluttering his eyelids, his nostrils flared. God and his hair was so mussed from my fingers. My need was almost a madness, and I clenched my jaw to try to fight off a bit of that madness.
   I knew I had to do something about it, or I might succumb to that madness.
   So I lifted my hips and let him slide out of me. The look on his face would have made me laugh if I wasn’t crazy with lust—a mixture of confusion and disappointment, and a tinge of desperation. I understood the desperation part.
   I shifted my weight a little, then reached down to spread his legs. Positioning myself between them, I pushed my arm under his left leg and made him bend it. Then I scooted so that my right thigh was shoved under his leg, lifted my left leg so that my shin draped over his abdomen. I held onto his left leg that I was now straddling and ground my throbbing wet sex against it a few times.
   “Oh my God,” he breathed, watching me in awe.
   And then I finally reached down and took his cock in my fingers, shoving it inside of me as I sat heavily on it. I jerked my hips a little to get him as deep as possible, braced my knee on the mattress, grabbed his leg, and used it for leverage as I thrusted against him.
   My movements were hard and fast, and I pulled his leg in closer so that my clit was rubbing against his inner thigh as I fucked him.
   “Sar—Oh fuck!” he gasped, his torso surging up from the bed. The angle was especially good for me, and I supposed by his breathless, intense reaction that it was the same for him.
   I arched my back and twisted my left fist in the sheet next to him. I didn’t even spare a thought as to whether or not my leg was pressing too hard against his abdomen. I just wanted more.
   My movements became a little jerky as I lost my rhythm, lust making me lose a bit of my concentration, but I still rode him hard, my clit still rubbing on his thigh.
   “Fuck!” I yelped. “Fuck, it’s so good.”
   He growled and arched himself into me. I gasped, grinning at the sensation. He did it again and I met him this time, both of us opening our mouth in ecstasy. I threw my head back and clung to his leg, wrapping my right arm around it before going to town on him.
   My strokes were frenzied, and started becoming a little rough even, and when the effort starting to make my thighs ache a tad, I pushed myself to sit up straight and reached back to grab my ass cheeks. I pulled them apart and started bouncing on his cock.
   “Ahhhh!” He hissed through clenched teeth and angled his head to look down at where he was slipping in and out of me as I bounced. “That’s it, Sarah.”
   My momentum took a lot of pressure off of my legs, and then there was the added bonus of hearing my wet crotch smack against his ball sack. “Unnnggg!” I let out in a rough-voiced moan.
   I was coming soon. I could feel it. And I let go of my ass with one hand to push my fingers between my front and his thigh, pressing them against my clitoris. As I bounced wildly on his hot, thick penis, I rubbed my clit fast and hard, clenching my body, waiting for that feeling to hit.
   I was climbing higher and higher, my voice coming out in high-pitched whining, the sounds of hot sex filling his bedroom. And the way he watched my breasts bounce, his teeth gritted and his nostrils flared.
   “Fuck!”
   I pitched over the edge, the beautiful ache cascading through my sex, lower belly, and making everything in me buzz. It was good, and it lasted for awhile as I slowed to a swinging grating motion, back and forth, slowly rubbing my clit in circles.
   “Ohhhh God,” I moaned, leaning against his leg and kissing his knee, playing with his leg hair between my fingers.
   I pulled myself off of him and gently lowered myself to lie on the bed next to him.
   “That was by far the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” I heard him pant next to me. When I turned to look at him, my eyes automatically drifted down to his hard cock.
   “Me, too,” I breathed, pushing a hand through my hair and taking a deep, calming breath. But my heart still raced, and I still felt that delicious after-orgasm throbbing between my legs.
   I needed more but I didn’t have the voice to ask for it.
   Which turned out to be fine, because Chuck shifted beside me, and suddenly rolled on top of me, swinging his leg over onto the other side of my body to straddle me.
   His eyes flashed in desire and mischief and the throbbing between my legs increased immediately.
   He started kissing me passionately, and not just my lips, but all over my face, down my jaw, my neck, my breasts. And then he licked his fingers quickly and slid them over my sex, stimulating my lower half as he worshiped my upper half with his mouth.
   Chuck Bartowski was amazing with his fingers. That much was for certain.
   And then he shifted to squeeze between my legs, which I immediately spread to make room for him. His smile was teasing but grateful, and then he took my legs in his hands and bent them so that my knees were up by my chest. Keeping my legs spread, I growled an, “Oh yeah!” when he braced his knees on either side of my ass and buried his dick in my pussy.
   He slid his knees down the mattress just a little and pushed a hand under my body to tilt me just a little so that most of me weight was on my left side. I grabbed his torso in both hands and looked up at his arms as he reached up to brace his palms against the mattress next to my shoulders.
   With his torso angled above mine, he started his swift, deep thrusts.
   “Oh ffffff—yes!” I yelped, feeling the head of his cock grind against my g-spot.
   His movements were so powerful that the bed started squeaking beneath us. It was such a turn on, but not as much as the sight of his body, the way every single muscle I could see in his lithe figure was working to give me pleasure.
   His efforts were very successful, and I gasped out a chuckle, a massive grin on my face at the thought.
   “What?” he asked in a breathless whisper, his lips twitching in amusement as he continued to thrust himself into my pussy.
   “It just feels so—Ah! Oh yes, Chuck! Right there!”
   That seemed to get my point across well enough for him, because he shifted his weight a little and pumped into me hard and fast, right in the same spot.
   “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yesyesyes! Fuck!”
   My eyes opened wide along with my mouth in a silent cry of ecstasy. God this felt so damn good. Our bodies rocking together, his muscles flexing with unbridled strength under my hands.
   “Harder!” I gasped, and he complied.
   I could feel the bed start to rock under us and I spared a momentary thought that this might be the man I end up breaking a bed with. It would be like a Sex Badge of Honor or something, and I chuckled breathlessly again.
   He stilled above me, tilting his head in curiosity. “Do you always laugh during sex?” Chuck asked, looking amused in spite of everything.
   I laughed and leaned up far enough for me to slap his ass with both of my hands, grabbing on and yanking him into me. He growled, his head falling forward until his forehead rested against my shoulder.
   “Message received loud and clear,” he grumbled, kissing my shoulder once, before letting me have it.
   The next few minutes of my life were wild and almost animalistic. We arched against one another, moaning and growling, whimpering in pleasure, our hands grappling at skin and muscle, my nails eventually digging into his ass cheeks.
   We eventually came together once all was said and done.
   I felt my sex seize in orgasm just as his seed spurted into my opening, hot and delicious. It made my climax that much better. And we eventually fell to the mattress together, Chuck pulling out of me and letting out a panting laugh of his own.
   “Can I just say…whether this is the right moment for it or not…this is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life.”
   I took a deep breath and giggled. “What is?”
   I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t meet them. I didn’t know what he was about to say. My body was still on fire. And I wanted to revel in this without extra emotions that might dim the experience.
   “Trusting you,” he said quietly. “This fuck buddy thing is amazing.”
   That last part came out in a growl, and as I laughed, part in relief and also in genuine amusement, I knew the night wasn’t over by a long shot. Nor was this relationship. Now that the boundaries had been set, and we were both agreed on what this was, I didn’t have to hold back. And neither did he.
   This was going to be so damn good.

Notes: Thank you for reading! More to come! -MCP
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