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Chuck Versus the Camcorder	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 15243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sarah hadn’t forgotten Chuck’s promise. She’d made it back in ten minutes.
   But she wasn’t sure how to remind him, or if she even should. She felt silly for hesitating, watching from where he’d helped her back off the table as he looked over his shoulder towards the hallway. He hadn’t finished during their coupling on the table and the evidence was pointing at her…almost like it was taunting her. Teasing her.
   She wanted to reach out and grab it in both hands, pumping his cock until he came all over.
   Instead, she just averted her eyes to the rest of his body that was shimmering a little with sweat. His broad shoulders, his pecks, the soft dark hair that wandered down his six pack until it met with his member. She had just had it in her, feeling him plunge it into her softness over and over and over, hard and fast. And yet she wanted it again.
   People might think she and Chuck were crazy, lusting after each other like this. Part of her wondered if they’d be right. Maybe she and Chuck were crazy. But feeling him inside of her for the first time, hearing him whimper her name, growling in her ear…It was more than she’d ever dreamed of. He was more than any man she’d ever let near her before.
   And she had always found him sexually attractive. Even in the beginning. She would’ve admitted to that before she’d ever admitted to loving him, even though lust and love seemed to go hand in hand when it came to her feelings for Chuck. But Chuck Bartowski was so tall, taller than any one person ought to be maybe. And even with the self-conscious slouch he’d probably developed from being around people who were much shorter than him, Sarah could tell he had strong, broad shoulders. His long arms that were equally as strong even if Casey had called him wimpy on numerous occasions. Not to mention his hair and his eyes, that slow smile, the way his nose wrinkled when he laughed or grinned. The happiness in his voice…how breathless he got when he spoke of his emotions, especially concerning his feelings for her. And the way he looked at her, his eyes turning a dark amber color as his entire face softened.
   It wasn’t just her heart that was affected by him.
   And she had to admit, there were nights when the loneliness was almost a little too much to bear. She would slip her fingers under her panties in the darkness of her hotel room and finger herself while thinking about him, thinking about what those lips would feel like on her body. She would pinch her nipple between her fingers, imagining his mouth there instead, his teeth nibbling at her, his hot tongue scorching her skin.
   The moment her dreams had come true and she’d been alone in a room with him, with the knowledge that he’d compromised his moral code, that he’d killed a man, only to protect her, the knowledge that he’d chosen her over everything else, the knowledge that no one could interrupt them…Sarah had felt something inside of her snap.
   She’d wanted him for so long. When she finally got him, she refused to let go. He exceeded her expectations…and part of her wondered if it was the fact that she loved him so much that made everything he did feel amazing. Or maybe the sex was so good because they’d both wanted each other for so long that the first couple of times would be mind blowing, and then after that it would lessen, her desire for him wouldn’t be so intense.
   But that never happened. After a month, she still wanted him just as much. And it was hard to satisfy those needs with the missions and with Morgan having bad timing, poor guy. And with Beckman having even worse timing.
   Now that they had time to feed their desire, why shouldn’t they take advantage?
   Sarah smiled to herself as she realized they were both on the same page, and they hadn’t even had to discuss it, really. A sex marathon had just been something they’d both been prepared for when Morgan decided to go to his family reunion.
   It was invigorating to know they were on the same page. And equally invigorating to know how completely the man she loved adored her, desired her. Maybe even as much as she adored and desired him. Maybe.
   Suddenly, Sarah realized she was alone. Had Chuck said something to her? He had, hadn’t he? And she completely ignored it. Where was he? She looked back and forth and figured he probably went to the bedroom to get something, so she went into the kitchen and stretched her arms over her head, feeling the delicious pop in her back that she’d needed.
   Grabbing a glass, she filled it with water and guzzled it down. And as she realized Chuck still hadn’t come back from wherever he’d gone—the bathroom maybe?—Sarah had half a mind to go to the fridge and peek inside. She was still incredibly curious about what he’d bought for dinner.
   But before she could act on the impulse, Chuck reappeared, his features a little confused until he turned from facing the empty living room and saw her in the kitchen. And of course the nerd had his boxers on. He just couldn’t stand being completely naked for too long. It was one of his quirks. And it was incredibly endearing, even if it slowed things down…like now for instance.
   Because Chuck Bartowski was holding their camcorder, as well as what she suspected was the appropriate cord to attach the camcorder to the television…just like he’d promised. When he saw her staring at the camcorder in his hand, he lifted it up a little. “What, this? Yeah, so…I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Sarah Walker.”
   “That’s not entirely true. How many times did I say stay in the car? Did you ever stay in the car?”
   “Sometimes it was safer out of the car. In my defense.” He shrugged sheepishly. “But, that aside, I am keeping this promise. Give me less than two minutes and I’ll set it up.”
   Sarah followed him through the living room and around the couch, and she stood behind him as he knelt down to connect the camcorder to the TV. Just as he said, it took him no time at all to set it up. Chuck rewound the tape to the very beginning before changing the television to the correct source so that it would pop up on the screen.
   “We just have to remember to fast forward to the end again before we do any recording. Otherwise we’ll tape over all of this. And that’d be a damn shame,” he said, a little distracted as he grabbed the controller and changed the source.
   The screen flickered, and then Sarah appeared on it, standing there in Chuck’s T-shirt from the other night, smirking at Chuck behind the camera.
   “Ready?”
   Sarah turned her gaze from the still of her on the large television to Chuck, who was kneeling beside the coffee table, looking at her over his shoulder with the camcorder in hand. She smiled, and she felt a little shy suddenly. This was totally uncharted territory. But the websites she’d went on said this would heighten the experience. Even if it didn’t…it would still be hot, right?
   “Let’s do this,” she finally said quietly, and she watched as he set the camcorder on the table and stood to his full height, facing her.
   She purposefully put the couch between them and tilted her head coyly. She vividly remembered what was about to happen onscreen, once he pressed play. But that wasn’t the same as watching it.
   So when Chuck pressed play, she found herself transfixed…by the deep sound of Chuck’s voice as he spoke right up against the camera, telling her to take off his shirt…by the slow way she lifted the shirt up and revealed inch after inch of her skin…by the look on her face that spoke of unbridled desire…
   And then her screen-self touched her own stomach and slid up her torso, finally grabbing her breast in her hand and making a soft whimpering sound. She could hear Chuck’s breathing against the camera’s microphone and it was so hot. She remembered the lust in his eyes in that moment, looking at her over the camcorder’s lens.
   Chuck’s voice told her screen-self to take off the rest of her clothes and when she did, he told her to lie down on the bed. God, the tone of his voice was so damn sexy.
   As he told her to touch herself, she could hear the tightness of his voice. Her screen-self looked a little shocked at his request, at the way he said he wanted her to come. And when she smirked at him, she saw the camera shake a little. It was so hot, knowing how she affected him. Knowing she affected him as much as he affected her. “You gonna record me getting myself off, baby?” her screen-self asked, and Sarah found herself blushing at the sound of her voice saying that to him.
   Sarah was so lost in what was happening on the screen that she didn’t hear Chuck approach behind her. She didn’t even know he was there until she felt his chest brush against her back, his fingers lightly grazing her wrists. She jumped a bit and he stopped, but then she leaned back into his warmth and he continued…dragging his fingers up her arms as her screen-self started massaging her own tits. And then his hands closed over her breasts, one on each mound, kneading as well as he could along with what she was doing to herself in the recording.
   As screen-Sarah slid her hand down her body and cupped her sex, present-Sarah felt Chuck’s hand mimic the action, his fingers starting to gently apply pressure along her slit. He kept in time to his best ability with what she was doing to herself onscreen. When she rubbed herself faster, more roughly, Chuck did the same. And her cries of passion there made the whimpers and moans come out here. She had to grasp the back of the couch in front of her as he continued to roughly rub circles over her sex. “Oh God yeah, Chuck. That’s it, baby.”
   She was pleasuring herself with great skill in the video. She remembered how it felt. It was just yesterday after all. The memory of those sensations coupled with Chuck kneading her breast and rubbing his fingers in rough circles over her sex were driving her mad.
   But then his fingers slipped into her entrance, and he pushed them up further and further and further, until there was nowhere else to go. She arched her back to rest her head on his shoulder behind her and let out a long whimper.
   Chuck turned to press his lips near her ear. “Look at you getting yourself off, Sarah,” he murmured softly, setting a gently kiss to her temple before pumping his fingers in and out of her as the video feed zoomed in on her own fingers going in and out of her vagina.
   It was when her screen-self looked straight into the camera that Chuck’s fingers met her g-spot, and he groaned softly in her ear. She could feel him harden against her back beneath his boxers. And she had to admit. Seeing herself look at the camera like that, almost like she was seducing herself…It was seriously turning her on. Was that even possible?
   “Nnngg! Oh, Chuck. God, this is so fucking fantastic,” she whimpered. “Hit my spot again. Keep going.”
   He purposefully ground his fingers into her g-spot again and again and again and she reached up to grab her own breast, the one Chuck wasn’t already squeezing, and she started flicking and rubbing her nipple between her fingers. “Ohhh yeah, Sarah. That’s it, baby,” he growled.
   “I want you inside me, Chuck. I want to feel you inside me,” her screen-self whimpered, looking over the camera, right at Chuck. And Sarah knew what was next…The excitement and anticipation coursed through her.
   Chuck slipped his fingers out of her then, just as she did onscreen, and started roughly stimulating her clit. Sarah’s legs threatened to give out, but she had a tight grip on the couch with one hand, and Chuck was holding her up in more ways than one. He was so strong and sexy.
   That was when her screen-self’s gaze slid down Chuck’s body behind the camera and she whimpered. Sarah could hear the zipper of him undoing his jeans and knew the time had arrived. “Oh fuck this is so hot,” she heard his voice say, and the man holding her against him now chuckled against the skin of her neck, still rubbing her clit fast and hard.
   She thanked her past self for telling him where to point the camera at that point. Because when it shifted from her down to what Sarah really wanted to see, it was fucking hotter than anything. Chuck had his hand buried in his pants, pushed under his boxers. She could tell he was trying to hold the waistband away from his body as best he could so that his masturbating was seen. She saw his fist pumping in the shadows of his boxers, but what ended up turning her on the most was the sight of him pleasuring himself under the cotton. The bump of his hand moving up and down beneath the material of his boxers.
   Chuck pleasuring himself onscreen, and pleasuring her offscreen…it was almost too much. And she felt the pressure beginning to build. “I’m gonna come,” she breathed, and miraculously she said the same thing onscreen a moment later as Chuck turned the camera back to her. “Chuck, baby,” she whimpered. “Make me come. I want you inside me. Make me come hard!”
   His fingers buried themselves inside of her and he started pumping them in and out of her fast and rough, hitting her g-spot…even as he rubbed her nipple between his fingers. She copied him on her other nipple.
   She came hard, just like she’d begged from him, and her legs spasmed. “Ohhh! Oh, fuck! Nnnng!!! Chuck, baby!”
   His arms tightened around her, his hand dropping from her breast to round her torso and hold her against his front as he kept thrusting his fingers inside of her. “That feel good?” he whispered in her ear.
   “Mmmmmm,” was all she was capable of, knowing her face probably looked just like it had onscreen when she came yesterday.
   The recording stopped then and the TV went blank.
   “That was amazing,” he breathed against her neck, kissing a pattern down to her shoulder. And then his fingers slipped out of her and he hugged her close. She giggled breathlessly and folded her hands over his on her belly, just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. “Wait, we didn’t ruin the rest of it, did we? Like, we recorded a whole bunch. We watched it last ni—Oh, there it is,” he finished happily as the screen came back to life.
   The numbers in the corner read five minutes later and Chuck’s ass was there hard and muscled…And she knew this was going to be one of her favorite parts. Chuck’s ass while he fucked her. It was one of her dreams in life to fuck him with a mirror on the ceiling or at the end of the bed or something. Something that would let her see what his ass looked like as he pumped against her.
   And here it was. Her nipples were so hard as she reached up to flick them with her fingers. He was climbing between her legs onscreen and the look on her face captured exactly how she felt whenever she knew they were going to rut each other senseless. It was hungry, full of adoration, excitement, and confidence, strangely enough. Was it confidence in herself, or confidence in Chuck? She chose to believe it was her confidence in Chuck that she saw in her face right then as she opened her legs wide and accepted him.
   Sarah watched as her hand dragged down Chuck’s rippled back. And as she squeezed his tight ass cheek, she heard him groan. “That felt so good,” he breathed in her ear, and she shot him a quick grin over her shoulder.
   But the look in his eyes, the hardness she felt against her lower back…
   She felt anticipation rock through her as she heard her screen-self moan for her lover. She knew Chuck had just buried his cock inside of her. She didn’t blame herself for the whimpering sounds onscreen, and it made her smile to hear Chuck gasping her name as well.
   And then the Chuck pressed against her moved his hand down her body, she thought maybe to pleasure her with his fingers again, but he stopped at her hip, before moving around to press his hand between their bodies and squeeze her ass cheek just like she was doing to him onscreen.
   “Mmmm,” she murmured, watching as Chuck’s ass clenched while he fucked her. Oh God the muscles in his back. She’d always thought his back was one of the sexiest things about him. Maybe it was weird, but the way the muscles moved, the sinews of his shoulders and upper back, and the beautiful slope of his spine to his thin waist.
   But then Chuck was moving behind her, his hands gripping her weren’t there anymore, and she heard the sound of rustling. She turned to look at him over her shoulder and saw that he’d shoved his boxers to his ankles and was stepping out of them. Oh God yes.
This was what she needed. But she wanted to watch them fucking, too.
   And when he stepped back against her and splayed his hand on her lower belly, covering her belly button, his voice in her ear telling her to spread her legs a little, she realized she should’ve known Chuck would find a way for them to do both.
   His cock slid inside of her from behind and she gasped, keeping her eyes fastened on his ass clenching and unclenching as he fixed his knees on the mattress and pumped into her harder. “Oh yes. Fuck me like you’re doing onscreen, Chuck. Fuck me.”
   Chuck wrapped an arm around her waist and held her steady, his other hand against her chest just under her breasts, and then he started pumping himself into her, slowly but also powerfully. Her heels left the ground each time, balancing her on her tip toes.
   Sarah kept her eyes on the fucking onscreen, the way his jaw clenched as he looked down at her. She couldn’t exactly see her own face, but she could see the way his hard thrusts made her legs lift each time. Sarah had to brace her hands against the back of the couch as Chuck thrust a little harder into her. And she whimpered his name, breathing in with a hiss through her teeth. “Oh yeah. Shit! Yesss!”
   Reaching up behind her, she tangled her fingers in his hair, and watched as he lifted her screen-self’s leg to press her knee to her chest. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him at the time, but with the way the camera was pointing…He was a sex god. How he shifted his legs just so to prop himself up over her, moving her leg at just the right angle and starting to piston himself into her in a downward motion.
   Behind her, Chuck’s hand dragged down to her thigh and he lifted her leg. “On the back of the couch, Sarah. Keep it up there.”
   She did as he asked, gripping the back of the couch tightly in one hand and pulling his hair with the other. His cock slid even further inside of her and she cried out. He chuckled in her ear. “Thought you’d like that.”
   A slow grin snuck over her face as he started thrusting faster, and she watched as the onscreen fucking got a little rougher. It was at least two minutes later when screen-Chuck started bouncing his hips down against hers, and the slapping noise came through the speakers.
   Fuck that was so hot. Not just seeing their fucking, but hearing it. Hearing her own moans and Chuck’s grunts mixing with the slapping of their bodies smacking into each other.
   Chuck’s grip tightened around her then, his arm pulling her even closer to his front so that he was buried inside of her to the hilt. And then he started jamming himself into her, yanking with his arm around her waist, clenching his jaw and breathing her name through his teeth. “Oh fuck, baby. Is that good for you?”
   “Nnng! Yesss! Oh God it’s so good,” she breathed, still hearing the slapping sound from the television.
   He reached up to push her braid to the side, and then his lips were on her neck, his teeth nipping her smooth skin, as she whimpered and smiled to herself.
   Then his hand slid down to grab the leg she still had propped on the back of the couch and he lowered it back to the floor, pushing her legs open a little wider and gently leaning forward so that Sarah was bent over. His chest was grinding against her back as he kissed up to her ear. “Can you still see the TV?” he panted, a little breathless as he stopped thrusting for just a moment, both of them bent over the back of the couch, their bodies forming 90 degree angles.
   Sarah lifted her eyes to the television and found it was just as comfortable. But she couldn’t manage to speak, so she just nodded.
   Chuck tucked his arms under her body and squeezed her breasts in his hands, beginning to knead them as he started thrusting against her ass again. “Hnng! Oh, yeah, Sarah. Oh, baby.”
   “Yes! Yes!” she yelped as he made his strokes a little harder, his teeth nibbling her ear. Just the smallest bit of stimulation, coupled with the way he flicked her nipples and shoved his cock into her softness…it was explosive. “Oh, Chuck!”
   She was barely able to concentrate on what was happening on the television. He was lowering her leg back to the bed, re-situating himself between her thighs…Oh God, the sight of his ass while he fucked her, the way his thighs clenched. The pure strength of him. She remembered how that had felt…and having him thrusting hard against her now on top of her memory of yesterday…
   Her entire body was on fire. And his back, his sinewy muscles moving in time with his thrusts. She knew that was how he looked right now…if there was a camera recording what he was doing to her at this moment, his back would be flexing just like this. His arms. His glorious backside clenching and unclenching.
   Sarah focused on her nether region, trying to meet his thrusts now, rocking back as best she could with the way she was forced to go on her tip toes, squeezing the walls of her vagina around his cock. He groaned into her hair and started thrusting even harder, slowing down, each stroke rough and deep.
   “Oh yes,” she heard her screen-self gasp. “Nng, God that’s so good.”
   And it was. She felt the fire building, pressure mounting.
   Chuck surprised her then, as focused as she was on the sound of her own gasps of ecstasy and Chuck’s growling onscreen, when he stood up straight, cool air gracing her back as his warm body left hers, when his hands slid away from her breasts and instead clutched her hips tightly.
   The sex she was witnessing onscreen became wild and intense, their bodies moving together, their hips meeting roughly, and she could see the bed quaking beneath them. And she moaned loudly, the moaning collapsing into a flurry of whimpers as Chuck started pounding into her.
   He moved a hand to her lower back to keep her in position as he rocked against her over and over and over.
   “I’m almost there. Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” she gasped.
   Chuck readjusted his hands back onto her hips and started slamming his pelvis against her ass cheeks hard, and that satifying slapping sound reached her ears again. With the moans and sighs from the TV, the sight of her hand pulling screen-Chuck’s hair, and the feeling of his thick cock slamming straight into her g-spot, so rough and unrelenting…It didn’t take long for Sarah to feel her orgasm spill through her.
   “Ah!! Oh God!” She could see herself climaxing onscreen, and the way she craned her neck so that the camera would pick up her face during her orgasm over Chuck’s shoulder. “Nnng! Chuck, come inside me! Let go!”
   When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw that his eyes were fastened on the screen, watching her features twisting in ecstasy. He exploded inside of her then and his fingers squeezed against her hips so hard she thought she’d maybe have bruises there later. But she didn’t care. The way he shut his eyes tightly, his mouth open, her name on his lips.
   She turned back to the screen, feeling Chuck emptying inside of her, his hot seed filling her and making her moan. Her screen-self’s hands slapped against his ass cheeks and squeezed.
   Sarah giggled breathlessly as Chuck collapsed against her back and breathed raggedly into her jaw, dotting his lips over her cheek and temple until she turned her face and caught his mouth in a heated kiss.
   “Mmmmmm,” she hummed, reaching back to drag her fingers through his hair and pull him close.
   When Chuck pulled back from the kiss, his face set in contentment, Sarah turned back and saw that the screen had gone black again. She heard Chuck sigh behind her as he eased himself out of her and walked around the couch to presumably stop the camcorder from continuing onto their next session.
   Sarah smirked as Chuck turned back to her, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The way he looked standing like that, his broad shoulders on full display, his thin waist and strong legs…she didn’t wonder the nerdy spy made her crazy with need. It was good her first real taste of him was after they’d decided they were going to be together for real. Because if they’d slept together before that…all of the conflict in the last year, watching him struggle to become a spy, watching him date someone else…it all would have driven her mad. Knowing what he felt like against her, inside of her. Having him whimper her name in her ear.
   They’d waited…in some ways not by choice, but they waited all the same. And Sarah was glad. Because he was hers. They were together. They didn’t have to hide or shy away. Everyone knew this was real. And that meant she could have him whenever or wherever she wanted. Essentially. Though there were times and places she would obviously have to refrain from jumping him.
   “I have to say, those articles I read on the internet…” She paused. “The ones about having sex while watching a sex tape of you and your partner…that whole thing…those articles were kinda spot on. At least for me.” She knew she was blushing and she felt so ridiculous for it, standing here as she was, completely naked. He’d just bent her over the back of the couch and fucked her from behind while they watched their own sex tape on the television. And saying it out loud made her blush? Pull yourself together, Sarah.
“For me too,” he said, and now he was blushing.
   So at least they were ridiculous together.
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