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Notes: I am so shocked by how many people are reading, rating and reviewing Just A Game. Honestly, I was not expecting this much of a response. To say I'm grateful to all of you is an understatement. I know some readers seem to be looking for more plot and I wanted to address that. While there is an overarching plot here, I will be writing a lot of sex scenes. A few of them might not do anything to drive the plot forward. But I'm not looking to gain any money or Pulitzers from this fic. I just really like writing Chuck and Sarah having sex, with the hope that someone out there gets some entertainment out of it, too. So I apologize if you were looking for a lot of plot forwarding in these chapters. While I am writing a story with a plot, this is also just a giant sex fic. With lots of sex. So much sex. For those wanting more kink, the more comfortable I get with writing it, the more comfortable they'll get with doing it. I'm still learning and growing as a writer of smut/erotica. Be patient with me. :)
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Casey was on a roll today, I decided as frustration continued to mount inside of me. He was being an absolute bear. And not the teddy kind.
   I’d gathered from a few things he’d grumbled and the quiet argumentative voice he was using while talking on the phone that he was having some sort of issue with his wife. It was none of my business so I hadn’t asked about it, and I could also tell he really didn’t want to be asked.
   But his short-temper—well, more so than usual—was seriously getting to me by mid-afternoon. So much so that I found I had to get away.
   To where, I had no idea. But I got into my BMW and drove away from the precinct, beginning to drive in large circles, my mind wandering as I started finding my calm center again. Driving always did that for me, even in Los Angeles, I’d discovered in the last year. I hadn’t gotten to drive in D.C., in spite of having a car I used. It was just pointless, because I lived so close to where I worked and spent all of my time. And my partner had been the driver of the two of us, since we’d used his car to get around.
   But I found out pretty soon after moving to California that I really liked driving here. Especially once I started familiarizing myself with the area.
   I’d already solved so many cases by driving alone. My mind just worked best out here.
   As I tried to force the annoyance of Casey’s grumpiness out of my head, along with a dash of worry because I actually did care about the guy, I found myself instead thinking about Chuck. FB.
   We hadn’t contacted each other in 5 days, which was kind of a record. As much of a record as it could be, considering we hadn’t even been fucking for that long—4 weeks at the most. I had to admit, now that I wasn’t so bogged down with work, now that I’d separated myself from it for a few minutes, I found myself missing him. Rather, I missed what we had. I missed sex. I missed great sex.
   My hand could only do so much, but it couldn’t replicate the heat and weight of a man on top of my body, pressing me into the mattress. And it couldn’t lick me to oblivion like Chuck had the last night we spent together.
   Sometimes when I lay in the dark alone, trying to fall asleep, I could even feel it. If I really concentrated. The way his tongue had penetrated me, and then the way he’d flicked my clit with it. And when he sucked…God, I felt a little hot just thinking about it now.
   Remembering that and touching myself in bed at night wasn’t as good as the real thing.
   But work had piled up. I could only imagine that Chuck had the same thing going on.
   I realized suddenly that I had no fucking clue where my fuck buddy even worked. What did he do? He’d mentioned working shifts a few times. Was he a construction worker? He did have calluses on his hands, but not construction worker calluses. They were the result of some other form of labor I couldn’t place. Shifts. Well, he’d talked about his sister and her boyfriend, how she was a neurosurgeon and he was a heart surgeon. Did Chuck follow in her footsteps and go into nursing or some sort of medical something or other?
   There were a billion things he could be doing, and I wondered if it was normal for fuck buddies not to know what one another did for work. It was just that it never really came up. When we saw each other, it was about the hot sex, and then when it was over, we parted ways happy and satisfied. Very satisfied.
   So satisfied, in fact, that when I brought Trudy a caprese sandwich and a diet coke for lunch last week, she made a point of telling me I looked like I’d been to a spa or something, and why the hell hadn’t I invited her?
   There were a million and one reasons why nobody was invited to my “spa treatment”…but I couldn’t tell her any of them, so I didn’t say anything. And when I didn’t say anything, she’d immediately said, “You’re getting laid. That’s what it is.”
   My unconscious smirk had told her everything she needed to know, and ever since, she winked at me when she saw me like we were sharing some sort of inside joke.
   My phone rang suddenly as I drove along Sepulveda Boulevard towards the Getty. I finished making a U-Turn at the light before I tapped speaker and answered it. “Yeah?”
   “You really need a better way to answer your phone, girly.”
   I rolled my eyes. “Well I saw it was you. Who cares how I answer my phone when it’s you?”
   “Um…I do…?”
   “Okay fine. Hello,” I chirped, “This is Sarah Walker’s phone. How may I help you?”
   I heard Carina snort. “Whatever. Just do better next time, okay?” she teased. “So look. I don’t know if you have plans to meet one of your FBs tonight—”
   “One of them?” I interrupted, making another turn. “There’s only the one.”
   There was a long pause. And then, “Wait. Wait wait wait. I mean, I guess it’s not a huge surprise, but you only screwed that one guy so far?”
   “Yeah. What of it?”
   I heard Carina gasp. “Sarah!” And then she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, you know how I forget you’re not me. So I shouldn’t be so harsh. But, you know, once you have the one…doesn’t it make you sort of want to try…other ones?”
   I laughed a little. “No, not really. This one is fine.”
   “Okay, but on a scale of 1 to 10, how fine? This is an important question, Sar, so think before you answer.”
   “15,” I said.
   “…What?”
   “On a scale from 1 to 10, he’s a 15. Well, okay…The sex actually averages at 12 or so, but then we have these nights that are a good 15 or 16 on the scale.” I bit my lip, just barely holding back a purr as I remembered one of those 15s. It had been a stellar night.
   “Would you consider sharing him?”
   In spite of knowing she was joking, I couldn’t stop the quick, “No, I wouldn’t” from coming out of my mouth if my life depended on it. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little greedy,” I tried to tease. But I knew she saw right through me.
   “Uh huh. Well…imagine having a consistent 12 fuck buddy, and then finding another fuck buddy who is more of a realistic 9 or 10. You’d have a 12 plus, say, a 9. That’s a 21 out of 10.”
   I laughed. “No, that’s a 21 out of 20. But nice try, Carina. Maybe stick to—”
   “Shut up, I’m trying to do math.”
   I laughed again. “Look, just the one is fine for now, so please don’t launch one of your guy friends my way, okay?”
   “Fine, fine. I’m just saying, there ain’t no harm in picking up another one. When FB Number 1 isn’t available, you can just head straight to FB Number 2’s for a good pounding.”
   “Okay, Carina. I’ll take that into consideration.” I had no intention of taking it into consideration. “So why’d you call? You never told me that.”
   “Oh! Right! Do you have plans with FB?”
   “Nope.”
   “Good. Because we’re going dancing.”
   I groaned a little bit and got a good verbal lashing from my best friend. I didn’t want to be in a club tonight. I wanted to sit at home and veg and watching Netflix or something. I told her this outright. I wasn’t clubbing tonight.
———
   The club was hot inside, in spite of the AC being on at full blast. It was why I hated clubbing. The dancing was fun, the drinking more fun, but the claustrophobic nature of a place like this always got to me. Hot, stuffy, crowded, ugh.
   A part of me wished I was back in D.C. where I’d be able to walk outside to find a brisk, cold breeze or maybe even snow if the season was right. But no. I wasn’t in D.C. anymore. And, I reminded myself, there were a bajillion reasons why I didn’t want to be in D.C. anymore, even without the whole Bryce Larkin debacle.
   Like Carina being here, for instance. My anchor.
   A slightly skanky anchor at the moment, I thought to myself with a soft laugh. God love her.
   She was currently leaning over the bar so that the bartender could see her cleavage while she ordered their drinks. As she turned back to me, I smirked and leaned close. “Carina, dear, our bartender is a gay man.”
   “What? He is not. He was checking out my tits.”   “Because you have glorious tits, Red. No man or woman would deny it. But you also missed the way he was looking at the guy at the end of the bar…kind of like he wants to eat him for dessert.” I flicked my gaze over at the man at the end of the bar who was returning the bartender’s hunger stroke for stroke over the wooden bar between them.
   I imagined later on when the bartender was off duty. There’d be an explosion somewhere in Los Angeles tonight—both of the men were incredibly hot. I forced myself not to let my mind run away from me in that respect.
   “Damn, would I like a threesome with them.”
   Carina apparently didn’t care to stifle her thought, though. And I chuckled. “Not gonna lie, I thought the same thing. Though I imagine the woman in that threesome would go completely neglected.”
   She sent me a wide-eyed, impressed look. “Sarah Walker, I really like you all sexed up. You’ve got all of this sass and confidence. And you’re bawdy. It’s my new favorite thing.”
   “Thank you. I like me all sexed up, too,” I chirped, thanking the bartender as he handed me my drink, and bringing it to my lips to down the whole thing. It hit me like a cannonball and I hissed a little, wincing and licking my lips. “God, that’s good.”
   Carina blinked. “Any reason why we just downed an entire drink in five seconds flat?” She sipped hers a little more slowly.
   “No! I just…” She gave me a flat look. “Fine, I’m a little tense today. Casey’s having issues with his wife and taking it out on me and the rest of the precinct.”
   “Uh huh, well I bet I could loosen him up a little.”
   “Carina! Ew!”
   “What?!” She shrugged. “He’s kind of old, but sometimes that means a guy’s got experience!”
   “Or trouble getting it up,” I said quickly, and then I shook my head and made a grossed out face. “Okay this conversation is done.”
   Carina laughed and drank some more. “Lemme just finish this and we can dance out all of that tension, huh?”
   I nodded, waiting for her to finish, and then we rushed out onto the dance floor and huddled together like we always did. It was easier to avoid skeezy dudes who went to bars to find single women and prey on them on the dance floor when there were two of us dancing close together.
   The music went right through me and I started getting into it, turning my back to Carina and sliding down to the ground before sweeping my ass up against her front to stand straight again. Just when I turned to face her again, my eyes slipping shut, I caught sight of something familiar and my eyes snapped open again.
   Was that……Chuck?
   It was Chuck.
   What were the odds he showed up at the very same club, out of the hundred of clubs in the area…and on the same night?
   He was talking to a beautiful brunette over in the corner, sipping a drink, laughing. They looked close. Very close. And she even patted his cheek. But then a ridiculously attractive man slid up next to the brunette and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. And I connected the dots pretty quickly. Chuck was out with his sister and her boyfriend. That made so much more sense.
   And I tried not to feel relieved. Because it wasn’t my business. We had great sex. Our personal lives weren’t off limits, per se, but they weren’t integral to the relationship we had. A relationship that was purely physical. Heat. Lust.
   And yet I was a little relieved. Stupidly.
   I went back to dancing up against my bestie, but was unable to resist looking at him every so often.
   Until another woman stepped into the cozy group and wrapped her hands around Chuck’s arm.
   She was pretty. A little short maybe, but definitely still pretty. And I quickly tried to gauge Chuck’s reaction to her. He was quietly polite. Maybe even a little tentative.
   I figured this was some sort of set up thing, maybe by his sister, since it seemed like she was doing all the talking. And then she was practically pushing her brother out onto the dance floor, and he looked a little miffed even, though he didn’t seem to want her to see that. Or his blind date. Or whoever the brunette was.
   I remembered how he’d danced with me once he’d been swept up by the music. His hands had been everywhere, while staying away from anyplace that would’ve made me uncomfortable. And his body had been pressed up to mine.
   His date looked pretty into him once they started dancing, and he sort of just had his hands floating out to the sides.
   I didn’t realize I’d stopped dancing until Carina’s hand waved in front of my face. I turned to her quickly.
   “Hellooooo. Walker, what’s going on? Do you hate this song or something?”
   “I mean, it isn’t my favorite, but I just thought I recognized somebody.” I shook my head.
   “Wait, who?” She tried to turn but I grabbed her quickly.
   “Nobody. It isn’t anybody. I just thought it was them.”
   “I am so suspicious right now. I want you to know that. Did you have a one night stand or something and now the guy is here?” She looked around, her eyes definitely sweeping right over Chuck without giving him a second thought.
   “Carina, I don’t do one night stands.”
   “Well, you do fuck buddies now, so a one night stand is next.”
   “Haaaa,” I drawled sarcastically, and then we began to dance again.
   The woman went up on her tiptoes to say something in Chuck’s ear and he pulled back and nodded, letting her lead him to the bar. I wanted to follow behind so badly. I wanted to see what his body language was. Maybe his reluctance was just in my imagination. Maybe it was what I wanted to see and he was actually into his date.
   For a second, I wanted to step away from Carina and text Chuck a “What are you up to tonight?” just to see how he reacted, what he said, if he told me the truth or if he lied. But then I realized how unfair and mean that was. It wasn’t right to do that to a person.
   Purposely setting him up to catch him in a lie.
   That was the kind of bullshit people did in bad romantic comedies.
   But I wanted to talk to him. I actually did miss him a little. What we had was a lovely partnership, and I’d missed it in the last 5 days. The sex, yes. Obviously. But there was that tiny bit of camaraderie he’d brought to my life, too.
   So I finally made a decision and slipped away from Carina, telling her I had to use the bathroom. And as I snuck around the edge of the room, I sent Chuck a text. Cute brunette. ;)
I spotted him at the bar. The girl was leaning forward against it, giving him a look which he missed because his phone must have vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at it. I saw a small smirk on his face and then he started putting it away again, but then his eyes popped and he looked at the message again, looking around the bar for me.
   It made me laugh. As I slowly made my way around the room, he texted back. Where are you???
His date forced his attention back to her, giving me the perfect opening to squeeze up next to him at the bar. I motioned to the bartender and he hurried over. “Whiskey straight, please.”
   “You got it.”
   Chuck spun to look at me and I didn’t even blink, my eyes on the bartender’s back. And when I finally peeked up at him, he was gaping, sheer pleasure in his eyes…underneath the surprise of course. It made me happy, I had to admit.
   “Wha—?”
   “Sh.” I put my finger on my lips in a subtle gesture for him not to alert anyone to the fact that we knew one another.
   “Chuck?”
   He turned back to his date. “U-Uh, yes? Yes. Sorry. Hi. Yes. What did you want to drink?”
   “A cosmo.”
   “Cosmo. Okay. Cool. I’ll get you a cosmo. Why don’t you go back to Ellie and Awes—Uh, er…Devon? I’ll bring you your drink.”
   “I can wait with you.”
   “Naaah, that’s so…boring. For you. I’ll be over in a bit.”
   She shrugged. “Okay.”
   She was gone then and he turned to me. “What are you doing here?”
   “I’m out dancing,” I said with a shrug. “And you’re on a date.” I smiled, making sure my face looked teasing so that he didn’t get anything else out of it. Like that I was jealous. Or something else that was equally untrue.
   “I—Well—” He sighed. “I am. Yeah. Is that…I mean, that’s not against the rules, right? Since we’re not together, we’re just…” FB-ing, my brain filled in for him. “Erm…sexing. Having sex.”
   “Sexing. I like that.”
   He chuckled a little.
   “So um…how is it going? The date, I mean?”
   “Ehhhhh.”
   I tried not to look pleased. Instead I gave him a curious look. He simply shook his head.
   “Why? She seems nice. Into you. Pretty.”
   “I don’t want to get too deeply into it, but uh, I’m not her type.”
   I frowned a little. “How so?”
   “Did you miss the part where I said I didn’t wanna get too deeply into it?” he teased.
   “I must have.”
   The bartender put our drinks down, grabbed our cards and ducked off to quickly run them through his system.
   “Are you, uh…on a date, then?” Chuck asked me.
   “Just me and my best girl. She’s out there somewhere, probably found some guy to dance with in my absence.”
   “Ah. The one you mentioned…who gave you the idea…?”
   “That’s the one.” I thanked the bartender as he handed me my card. This would be my last drink for the night. I wasn’t feeling like getting a DUI or anything. It probably wasn’t setting the best example for a detective with the LAPD to get arrested for drunk driving.
   “Hey, um…I don’t know how much longer this outing is gonna last. As hard as Ellie is trying to force it. I’m gonna take Alice home and that’ll be that.” I did my best not to imagine Chuck putting his hands on the nice-looking brunette the way he’d been putting his hands on me lately. If she invited him in, would he go? Would they have sex, in spite of the not-eachother’s-type thing Chuck had mentioned to me? And should I even care if they did? The answer was no. And yet…
   “Okay.”
   “But you should…I dunno…call me or something. I mean, when you’re done here. If you’re not too tired.” He tipped his head towards me with a quiet “see ya” and took the drinks away, going back to his double date, and I was left standing there with that buzz between my legs.
   Suddenly, I wanted to end this outing. I wanted to end this outing and follow through with his invitation.
   Instead, I brought my whiskey out onto the floor and let Carina have it. I didn’t particularly like drunken sex. I wanted to be sober. I wanted to feel all of it.
—————
   I sat in my car with the motor running, watching Carina slip into her apartment building, my phone in my hand. And as she gave me one last wave, I looked down at the phone. Chuck’s number was there. It was 1:30 in the morning. Was that too late? Was he already asleep?
   Or was he in the arms of Alice the brunette?
   Shut up, I silently thought to myself, rolling my eyes.
   I thought calling him was more disruptive than a text, and I didn’t want to disrupt him, whether he was sleeping or doing…something else. So I texted him. I’m done.
I’d let him take the initiative. If he seemed reluctant, I’d go home and go to sleep. If not…well…
   I saw the little dots that meant he was typing up a response.
   Aha. I was wondering when/if you’d get to me tonight.
Were you?
Yes I was. Are you tired?
Not even a little.
Me neither. That’s interesting. Whatever shall we do?   I giggled to myself. Are you at home?
No, just dropped my sister and her boyfriend off. Sitting in my car.
I thought for a moment. I didn’t know where his sister lived. But my place was at least a fifteen minute drive from here. Where’s your sister’s place?
Echo Park.
I chewed on my lip a little and found myself beaming as I got an idea. I sent him the location of the park that popped into my mind. It was tucked away, pretty small. And I knew from going out on the beat with a few of the officers, that it was abandoned, save for a few late night drug deals on the weekends. And it was in between Carina’s place and Echo Park.
   Are we meeting there? He asked after a long pause. I felt a little tentative then. Was I pushing it, maybe? We’d so far just met at each other’s places, behind locked doors. Maybe this was too public?
   Unless you don’t want to…and it’s okay if you don’t.
Another long pause. And then… Race you! ;)
That feeling between my legs came back in a rush and I tossed my phone back into my purse, driving as fast as I could while still staying safe. I didn’t want to crash on the way to having sex in a park with my fuck buddy. For fuck’s sake, that was the stupidest way to die.
   As I pulled into the parking lot a short time later, I was both thrilled and impressed to see Chuck’s car sitting there. Or, at least, I assumed it was his car. And it wasn’t a particularly cheap or beat up car, either. Again, I wondered what he did for a job. It was a little silly that I knew his sister’s and her boyfriend’s jobs before I even knew his. That was a stupid thing for me not to know, even if we were just fuck buddies.
   I pulled into the parking space next to the brand new grey Camry and turned my car off, seeing Chuck glance up from the phone that lit up his face. Just as he looked over at me with a grin, my phone buzzed.
   I win.
I giggled and shook my head at him, wondering if I should get out, or…
   But then he climbed out of his car and quickly got into mine, plopping into my passenger seat and shutting the door with a sigh.
   “How’d you get here so fast?” I asked.
   “I grew up here, Sarah. I know all the shortcuts. And I know this park, too. In my high school days, I used to bring all sorts of girls here to make out.”
   My jaw dropped. “Oooo, that’s bad.”
   “It’s also not true.” I laughed as he snorted. “But I know a lot of people who came here to make out. Or, uh…have sex.”
   “Well, now I feel a little juvenile for proposing we meet here, so thanks,” I said, giving him a wry smile.
   There was something in his face then. A bit of heat, some boldness, and a mischievous glint. “I can make you feel grown up again.”
   Wow. I didn’t know him all that well yet, but that felt somewhat out of character. I didn’t care either way, because it was incredibly hot.
   I was glad we were at least on the same page. I smirked and bit my lip. So that was how this was going to be…
   Glad I’d worn a short dress instead of jeans to go out with Carina, I quickly slid my panties down my legs and surged up from my seat, dropping them where I’d just been sitting and gingerly climbing over the center console to straddle Chuck.
   Before I could do anything else, with my knees braced on the seat on either side of his pelvis, he pulled my dress up to my breasts, revealing my naked lower body. And then his hand was cupping my sex. He loved touching me there more than anyone ever had. And I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his fingers sliding over my pussy. It was electric.
   His ministrations were making me wet, even though his quip about making me feel grown up had already dampened my sex. It was such a bold thing for Chuck to say. It sounded so much more confident, without making him sound like an egotistical asshole.
   His slow caresses were magnificent, and I rose up from where I’d been sitting on his thighs to make it easier for him to rub me. He slid his fingers up and down my slit, then played with my clit a little bit, then back over my slit again, teasing me with just the tip dipping into my entrance.
   “Oh, yes,” I breathed, having to hunch over and press my forehead to his because the roof in my BMW wasn’t very high. “Keep touching me,” I whimpered. “Keep touching me, Chuck.”
   He did, his fingers gliding over me faster, harder. I grabbed onto the back of his seat and started gently rocking myself into his hand. And then Chuck tilted his face up to kiss my lips, gently nipping at my bottom lip between his teeth. It was so invigorating, and I leaned forward even more into him.
   Chuck then grabbed my hip in his left hand and pressed two fingers to my clit, before he started jerking his hand back and forth, up and down. He was rubbing me so hard and fast, that I was at a loss of words. I clenched my ass and whimpered. He just kept going, his arm muscle straining.
   “Ahhh! Oh yeah. Oh God yeah don’t stop,”
   Chuck didn’t stop. He kept rubbing me and rubbing me, until finally I was moaning, wanting that orgasm bad. I thrusted against his hand and clenched myself again. He must’ve been able to feel the pulsing of my clit under his fingers, and he kept rubbing, making small tight circles. Until finally I felt it mounting fast. “Chuck!” I whimpered. “I’m almost there. Oh yeah!”
   I pressed both my hands against the ceiling and opened my mouth wide. “Ahhhhhh!” I let out a strangled moan as my climax crashed over me. I thrusted against his fingers as he slowly rolled my clit in a hard circle, making it last longer. And then I lowered myself back to sit on his legs.
   For a second, I worried about whether I’d make his jeans wet sitting like this, but he didn’t seem too worried about it, so I pushed it out of my mind and dropped my hands to his belt buckle. I leaned in and kissed Chuck languidly, opening my lips and silently begging for his tongue against mine.
   When I felt it, that fire in my belly roared and I kissed him even harder, fumbling to undo his belt. For a ridiculous moment, I felt like I was digging for treasure, grappling at the layers of clothing that kept my prize hidden from me. It wasn’t much longer after the quick zzzzzip sound that my fingers grazed his hot skin. I pushed my hand against him and ground my palm into it, earning a strangled groan.
   “Oh, yes,” he breathed against my cheek. “Touch me, Sarah.”
   I smirked, kissing him slowly, wrapping my fingers around his shaft just as slowly, easing it out from its confines so that I held it up between us. I didn’t want slow anymore, though, as I heard him growl my name, as I felt his thickness in my fingers. I just wanted him inside of me.
   Squeezing him rhythmically, I started to slide my fist up and down his cock, twisting my hand. I went fast, pumping him erratically as I dragged my lips down his jaw and to his neck where I nipped his skin with my teeth.
   Chuck whimpered beautifully near my ear. “Oh God, Sarah. Keep going, baby…”
   At that point, hearing his wanton voice call me ‘baby’, feeling how hard he was under my touch now, I wanted nothing else but to have his full length buried inside of my pussy. And I wanted it now.
   So I held him in one hand, grabbed the headrest behind his head with my other, and lifted myself off of his thighs, positioning myself over his cock, teasing my entrance with the tip, and then dropping myself onto it. Chuck helped by jerking his hips up against mine. And we both moaned at the sensation.
   I started fast.
   After five days, I wasn’t taking my time. I needed it hard and fast right then.
   So I used my knees against the seat to bounce roughly in his lap. I pressed my torso close to his, rounding his neck with my arms and tangling my fingers in his hair. “Ah! Yes!” I gasped, loving the way I could feel his cold belt buckle against my inner thigh as I bounced on his cock.
   I felt his fingers tuck up under my dress and clutch my waist tightly, and I reveled in how warm and strong his hands were. But then he pulled me down onto his shaft and held me there tightly so that I whimpered.
   “Grind, Sarah,” he murmured against my neck as he buried his face there.
   I loved this. I loved having him give me orders, especially as he slid one hand down to grab my ass, starting to pull me back and forth.
   “Hnnnng…Oh yeah, Chuck…” I did what he asked, grinding hard, sweeping my lower half back and forth, back and forth, my movements strong and graceful. He kept squeezing my ass and nibbling at the skin of my neck and jaw. “Ah! Fuck yes,” I gasped, threading my fingers in his soft curls and yanking them to pull his head back a little. I attacked his neck, sucking and nipping, my pussy full of him as I thrust into him.
   And then both of his hands were on my ass, and I felt him spread my cheeks again, and his finger found my ass hole. He teased the rim, rubbing the pad of his finger over it. “Shit!” I yelped, pulling back and looking into his face. That felt ridiculously good. I arched my back and spread my legs as best as I could, still grinding on his lap as he rubbed his fingers over my asshole.
   “You like that?” he panted against my lips, gently nipping at my bottom one.
   “Oh fuck yes, I do,” I panted back.
   He grinned for a second and then started jerking his hips up to meet my thrusts. With his fingers of one hand buried between my ass cheeks still, and one holding onto the door handle for dear life, he fucked me senseless, his thrusts almost rough.
   I giggled breathlessly, in awe of both of us. And I felt almost dirty as I grit my teeth and said through them, “So that’s how it’s gonna be?”
   He clenched his jaw and nodded, biting my chin and pounding up into me. With the way he rubbed my asshole, and his cock filling me, slamming into me so hard with each thrust, I could feel an orgasm approaching again.
   I noticed he started trying to jam himself into me at different angles. It only took me a moment to realize he was trying to find my g-spot. God, he was such a good partner.
   And before I could help him out, I found his fingers had pulled away from my ass and he was leaning me back with both hands so that our torsos made a 45 degree angle. It made my thigh muscles feel a little overstretched, but I didn’t give a fuck, because his cock slid gloriously against my spot.
   “Ahhh! Chuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me right there!”
   He did, working to hit my spot with every single thrust as I tried to jam myself down against him. “Right there?” he asked through a clenched jaw.   “Unngg! Mm hmm!”
   One of his thrusts was so powerful and rough then that I nearly tipped backwards and I had to slam my hand on the windshield behind me to stay upright. “Fuck!” I dropped my other hand to his on the door handle and we fucked like that for a few more minutes, looking into each other’s faces.
   The intensity was beautiful, the sensations so pleasurable that I couldn’t feel anything else but them.
   And when he moved his hand from my waist to the front of my body, his fingers playing with my clit, I shook my head, reaching up to pull my dress and bra down to reveal one of my tits. “Touch me!” I whimpered. “Please, Chuck! Oh God, please!”
   Maybe I was greedy to want more. But I was so close. And as his hand blanketed my breast, I let go of where I was clutching his other hand over the door handle and tucked it between our bodies. I felt his wet cock sliding in and out of me, still hitting my g-spot, stars dancing in my vision, and I was getting closer and closer to an amazing climax. Because I didn’t want this to be the last of it, and maybe that was a little selfish, I slid my fingers away from the base of his cock where I was stimulating him and instead I started rubbing my clitoris desperately.
   Chuck rubbed my nipple between his fingers and I felt it in my lower belly. But it was nothing compared to his dick hitting into my g-spot repeatedly as I rubbed my clit hard. I tensed one last time before I felt my orgasm hit me so powerfully that bright lights flashed over my eyes and a preening whimper came from my mouth. I smacked the windshield with the palm of my hand and let my head fall back as he moved his hand and blanketed my nipple with his tongue and sucked it gloriously.
   And then he pulled me to sit up straight again, hugging me close, burying his face in my neck as he breathed hard, his grip so tight around me. I clung back, breathing just as hard, if not harder, shifting my legs a little because my thigh muscles had worked pretty damn hard. “Holy shit,” I panted. “Ohhh my God.”
   As I finally gained a tiny bit of my senses back, I squirmed in his lap and earned a groan. He was still hard. I smiled against his cheek and pulled back, letting out a long breath and putting a hand to my forehead. “So that was…”
   I couldn’t even think of a word that would appropriately describe the ecstasy, so I just shook my head and giggled breathlessly. As he gently squeezed my hips in both hands, giving me a little nudge, I gently eased myself up to my knees, pulling his cock out of my center and pressing my face into his curls.
   I pulled back and fixed my bra and dress to cover my breast again, shutting my eyes and letting my body relax just a little, my hands on his shoulders.
   “One question remains,” his voice interrupted my moment of zen and I opened my eyes and tilted my head. He got a mischievous look in his eyes again. “Who has the bigger backseat?”
   My laughter rang through the car as he grinned, clearly pleased with himself for the quip. And yet, I couldn’t help but glance out of the window at his car. It looked maroon or burgundy, and it was maybe from mid-2000s. I thought the build was Camry or something like that. His car was probably dependable and reliable. Not very expensive.
   But we were currently in a BMW, and while I hadn’t bought it for its backseat sex capabilities, I knew for a fact that it would do better than fine for what we might get up to.
   I leaned in and kissed him softly, my lips just barely grazing his. With my mouth still close to his, my half lidded eyes peering into those brown orbs that were currently dark in the lightless interior of my car, I whispered, “This car’s interior was built for comfort.”
   I shrugged one shoulder for the effect.
   It worked.
   He put his hands on my hips and lifted me a little, pulling me close, and I giggled a bit wildly, ducking away from his heated kiss and climbing gracefully into the backseat. At least, I liked to think I’d been graceful, but with the heels still on my feet, it was kind of a struggle.
   I moved to take them off, but he reached over and stilled my hand. “Leave them on.”
   Swallowing thickly, I took a deep breath and threw myself onto the long seat, spreading my legs so that he could see my sex with the way I kept the dress pulled up to my hip bones.
   Chuck followed after me quickly, crawling between my legs and lowering himself. For good measure, I reached down and pushed his pants and boxers down past his ass, teasingly grabbing his cheeks and giving him a strong tug. He fell onto me harder than I’d anticipated and my breath left my lungs in a whoosh.
   “Sorry! Sorry, I—”
   I shut him up, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and yanking him into a hot kiss. Lifting my legs on either side of his waist, I braced one heel on the door handle and bent my other leg so that I could feel his bare ass against my inner thigh.
   His cock stroked against my entrance and I arched myself against it a few times to feel it against my wetness. Propping himself up with his elbow on the seat next to me, Chuck reached between us with his other hand and wrapped his fingers around his cock, gently sliding his length up and down between my lips without putting it inside of me.
   He was definitely teasing me, and I loved it. I loved that, in spite of obviously still being in need of release, he took the time to do things to me…it was almost like he enjoyed giving me pleasure more than he enjoyed getting it himself. I knew that wasn’t the case. He was human, after all. But I’d let him have his fun, because so far, that meant multiple orgasms for me.
   But then he pulled back and put his weight on his knees, reaching under my body to lift my ass from the seat. I didn’t really know what he was doing as he kept lifting, until he hunched over and draped his tongue over my clit. My legs ended up on his shoulders as he leaned down, hugging my body and pulling my sex against his mouth. I slammed one hand against the back of the seat next to me and grabbed the door handle with the other.
   I felt the blood slowly filling my head with my body at this angle, but then he started lapping at my entrance with his tongue, nuzzling me, moving his face back and forth, sucking and teasing the lips of my vagina…And it was that much better than it had been the first time.
   “Oh shit!” I gasped, staring hard at his face as he ate me out. He sucked on my clit then went back to my slit, dipping his tongue inside over and over and over. “Goddd yesss!” My chest heaved. He doubled down, licking and sucking harder, and then he slid his thumb down to press against my clit, his other hand squeezing my ass.
   The sounds that were coming out of my mouth…I knew that if anybody was outside of this car, they’d hear me loud and clear. The panting moans and whimpers of Chuck’s name. I could feel just an inkling of another climax, and I let him know, squeezing his head between my thighs with a high pitched, “Mmmm! Yes!”
   He looked down at me, his face tucked between my legs, and I thought no man had ever been as sexy as he was in that moment. “On a scale of 1 to 10?” he asked, his voice a bit muffled by my sex, “How close are you to orgasm?”
   A thrill went through me and I grinned rather maniacally. “Depends on what 1 is and what 10 is,” I panted.
   “10 is super close, almost over the edge.”
   “So is eleven in the middle of an orgasm?” I couldn’t help but ask, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
   “Hopefully if I’m in the driver’s seat, your orgasm would be so good, it’d be a 14 or a 15 on the scale.”
   I giggled, shaking my head. “Confident, are we?”
   Chuck ducked down and licked from right above my asshole all the way to my clit with one long swipe of his tongue. I jerked against him and whimpered. “Just answer my question, Walker.”
   “7,” I answered quickly, totally turned on by his boldness. “Closing in on an 8.”
   “Perfect.”
   His eyes flashed and he lowered my legs down, carefully easing me back onto the seat and draping his body over mine. He thrusted against me a few times, teasing my lips gloriously with his cock. And then he pressed two fingers against my clit and rubbed in slow, hard circles, over and over again so that I gasped and spread my legs as much as possible.
   And then his cock was at my entrance and he pushed it inside.
   I realized as he started his hard, long stroked into me that he’d been trying to get me close to orgasm so that we could finish together. His cock was so hard, throbbing in my vagina, and I knew he’d done this because he was almost at his own climax. And he didn’t want to leave me wanting.
   It made me so hot for him, and I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his ass in both hands and starting to yank him into me. “Harder,” I said through clenched teeth. “Fuck me harder!”
   His tiny little smirk was adorable more than it was ego, and he braced his knees under my thighs so that I wrapped my legs around his hips, still holding onto his ass tightly. And then he fucked me hard, one hand pressed against the door and the other holding my waist.
   I moaned, tilting my head back and yanking him into me by his ass some more. “Fuck, that’s good!” I yelped. “Keep going!”
   I could tell by the way his face was reddening that he was close. Especially when he moved his hand from my waist to start rubbing my clit hard, his thrusts so much faster and desperate, I knew he was on the verge.
   “Come on,” I encouraged in a soft breath. “Oh come on, Chuck! Come on come on come on oh! Oh! Ah! Ahhh! Oh God yeeeessss!!! Hnnnng!” My orgasm hit at a 13, but within seconds, it increased to a 15 as I felt him find his release inside of me. It was hot. Wet. I loved it.
   “Sarahhh!” he groaned, his eyes shut so tightly, his face contorted in ecstasy. He shivered, still pumping his cum into me as he thrusted. “Fuck!”
   “Oh yeah Chuck!”
   My orgasm was still throbbing deliciously between my legs, making the rest of me absolutely tingle in the best way possible. I just wanted to cling to him then, and his arm looked like it might buckle as it held him up, so I leaned up to wrap him in a tight, protective hug and laid back down, bringing him with me.
   He tucked his face into my neck and breathed hard, whimpering a little, his hands settling on my skin, in my hair. He turned his face and kissed my neck, jaw, just behind my ear, which made me shiver. “Ohhh God that was so damn good,” he groaned quietly near my ear.
   I gave his ass a teasing squeeze and nodded, grinning. “Isn’t it always?”
   He chuckled. “Seems that way, doesn’t it?”
   We stayed in the backseat of my car for another half hour or so. Or maybe it was an hour. I couldn’t tell. With our clothes fixed back into place, just lying across the seat with our legs bent at strange angles, my back pressed to his chest, staring at the window we’d fogged up. He made me laugh for a good two minutes with a Titanic joke, but then I told him I’d kill him if he smeared up my window and earned an arched eyebrow and a “Yes, ma’am!”
   I finally grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch.
   “Is it time?” he asked into my hair.
   “Yeah. We should get out of here. A patrol unit will be coming through in the next twenty minutes or so probably,” I said, letting him help me sit up. God, my limbs felt like jell-O.
   “A patrol unit? Like the cops? Why here?”
   I stretched and yawned, covering it with the back of my hand. “Sometimes there are drug deals that go down here on certain nights. We always send someone to try to scare them off.”
   Without thinking about what I just said, I started climbing to the front, but then I stopped as I realized.
   “Wait. We? Are you a police officer?”
   There wasn’t much room for me on the center console, but I turned to face him and sat on it anyways, my elbows on each seat’s head rest on either side of me. I sighed heavily. I really hadn’t meant to reveal my job. But now that he had this much…
   “I’m technically a detective. But the LAPD still owns me.” I shrugged.
   Chuck blinked. “You’re a detective? Like a…like a gumshoe?”
   “Like a detective,” I answered wryly.
   “Sorry, right…Sorry, of course. I just…Wow.” A slow grin grew on his face, and with the way his hair had gotten all mussed during all of the sex, he looked incredibly endearing. “Would you mind terribly if I just bask in this moment for a second?”
   “What moment?” I asked.
   “The fact that I’m having sex with a detective. I just wanna tell everybody!”
   “No. You can’t tell…”
   “I know, I know. I won’t. I’m just asking that you let me bask in it for a second.” And then a look of horror came across his face. “Wait a second. Is this illegal? This isn’t a sting operation, is it???”
   I laughed once I actually realized he was teasing. “If this were a sting operation, you’d already be in jail right now. Anyways, I definitely wouldn’t have let you do what you just did.”   “Is it bad that this conversation is kind of turning me on?”
   I glanced down at his crotch and then back up at his face, arching an eyebrow. His reaction to my having a badge with the LAPD wasn’t exactly what I’d expected. Granted, I didn’t really know what I’d expected. “Yes and no.”
   “Yes and no?”
   “Mmmhm. No, because I might utilize that in the future,” his eyes popped at that and I was incredibly pleased by it, “and yes, because we don’t have time for that right now.”
   He chuckled and pushed his hands through his hair. “Alright. Back to my car I go, then.”
   He scooted forward on the seat and leaned in, rubbing his nose against mine teasingly, causing me to smile, and then he pressed a kiss to my lips, before pulling back, winking, and scooting to the door.
   Then he stopped and turned back to look at me where I was still sitting on the console, smashed between the seats. “Thanks. For tonight.”
   “You gonna call her?”
   I hadn’t meant to ask that. But it was going through my head now that he was leaving. And it had just tumbled out. At least he didn’t do me the disservice of playing dumb and asking whom I meant.
   “Yeeeaaah, that’s not gonna happen,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “I felt about this small whenever we talked,” he said, holding up his thumb and forefinger close together. “I know where I’m at, and I know I could do better than where I’m at, but I didn’t find her attitude motivating so much as it was just…” He sighed. “Belittling.”
   Curiosity was surging through me. I know where I’m at, and I know I could do better than where I’m at. He knew what I did now. Did I want to know what he did? Yes, of course I wanted to know, but maybe he didn’t want me to know. And I could deal with that. I understood that. If I hadn’t slipped a few minutes ago, I would’ve still been keeping my job a secret from him. The men I’d met who weren’t in the force either found me intimidating because of my job title, or they were patronizing about it. And I hadn’t exactly wanted to find out which of those Chuck would be. As it turned out, he was neither. Aside from his quip about being turned on, he seemed totally unfazed by it.
   “I’m sorry.”
   He shook his head. “I’m not. Me and Alice didn’t click at all. Although, explaining it to Ellie is gonna be an annoying five minutes of my life. But this won’t be the first coworker she tried to set me up with that didn’t work out.” He shrugged. “I’ll see ya, Detective Walker.”
   That made me smile. “Call me anytime.”
   He grinned and opened the door, getting out of my car.
   I stayed sitting there, watching as he climbed back into his own car and turned it on. And I waited until he was pulling out before I slid back into the driver’s seat and reached down to slide my panties back up my legs.
   Giving myself a few moments to take some deep breaths, a smile on my face, I put on my seatbelt and started my car. By the time I was on my way home, the smile was more of a beaming grin, one I wouldn’t be able to get rid of until I fell asleep.

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