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“17. 18. 19. 20. So what you’re saying is—23. What you’re saying is that you don’t approve of—26. 27. The way Casey’s handling his—30. There. You’re done. My turn.” Carina paused for a second, letting go of my legs so that I could gingerly climb to my feet from the inverted weight bench where I’d been doing sit-ups. “Oh wait, lemme finish my thought. You don’t approve of how he’s handling his marriage.”
   I huffed, pushing my hair that had escaped the ponytail out of my face. “I didn’t say that,” I said, still panting a little. “I’m just saying that when push comes to shove, I don’t think he’s as present in his family life as he should be…or as he wants to be, I guess I should say. And there’s really no reason for it.” I shrugged. “He has enough time to have a life with his wife and daughter. It’s like he’s using work at the precinct to stay away.”
   “Maybe he is,” Carina said with a shrug, taking my place on the bench and swinging her legs up onto the rests for me to hold onto. She started doing her sit-ups fast. I knew she’d slow down eventually but she was too stubborn to start out slow. “Maybe he wants—3, 4, 5—his freedom back. 8, 9.”
   “That’s a cop out.”
   “Ha!” Carina let out a breathless bark of laughter. “That’s funny. 12. 13. Since he’s a cop.”
   I snorted and rolled my eyes. I caught myself thinking that was a prime Chuck joke. If only Carina knew how much of a dork that made her.
   “I’m serious, though,” I continued. “Casey’s the only man I know who’s happily married, with a family and all of that. He’s keeping the dream alive, Carina.”
   Carina full on stopped, craning her neck to give me the biggest ‘What the fuck’ look I’d seen on her face in awhile. “What the fuck kind of dream are we talking here, Walker? Who the hell wants to be married with a kid?”
   “I do! Maybe. At some point in the future. Not now. Obviously not now. I’m currently having extremely hot sex with no strings attached, and that’s more than enough for now.” I smirked for Carina’s benefit.
   But my best friend only snorted and quickly finished her set, climbing down with my help. “Extremely hot sex, huh?” She grabbed the towel from me and wiped down her face and arms. “Is it still going okay?”
   “Mmmhm.”
   And it was. It was better than I could’ve ever imagined. All I had to do was text or call, and within the hour, he would show up, or I would show up, and we would screw each other senseless. It was almost perfect.
   Carina just shook her head and stood up from the bench, tossing the towel over her shoulder. “You sound like such a dweeb when you say that.”
   “What?”
   “You’re just so cute and proud about it. ‘I’m having extremely hot sex’,” she teased, mimicking me while putting on a goody-goody tone. “It’s just so cute. You’re the cutest, Walker.”
   I glared. “I do not sound like that.”
   “A little.”
   “You’re being patronizing.”
   “A little.” She paused, then sighed. “Sorry. I am being patronizing. I know this isn’t typically a thing you do, having a fuck buddy. And I am glad it’s going so well. Really, I am. I tease you about it, but I’m glad you’re happy. And a little proud that it was my advice that did it.” She shrugged.
   I chuckled, opening the door of the gym for her as we walked shoulder to shoulder into the LA night. “Yeah, well. Thank you. It was good advice.”
   “You just seem so much more…chill. Even though I know that case you’re working has been giving you a lot of shit, you don’t seem overly stressed, like you always used to be.” Carina and I stopped at my car, both of us leaning against it. “It’s not good for you to be so stressed.”
   “It’s a stressful job.”
   “Yeah. I know. Which is why I’m glad you have a way to diffuse it.” She wiggled her eyebrows and I laughed, shaking my head. In spite of the leaps I had been taking in the bedroom lately, I blushed at her teasing.
   We said goodnight and I watched her walk to her car. It wasn’t that I didn’t have faith in her ability to hold her own if she was ever attacked. For a lawyer, she took a ridiculous amount of fighting classes. I wondered if she might even be able to take me in a fight. Then I realized she wouldn’t. And I smirked to myself.
   It was just habit to make sure she got there safely. Maybe it was the cop in me. Or maybe it was that I loved the red-headed lunatic like a sister.
   When she got in her car, I climbed into mine and sat there for a second. In spite of a damn good workout, I felt energized more than I felt drained. That happened sometimes. I felt awake and prepared to take on the day. Maybe because I usually went to the gym in the morning before heading to the precinct. And now I’d made the mistake of going at night after work.
   I pulled my phone out and thumbed to Chuck’s number. When I pressed call and held the phone to my ear, I wondered where he was, what he was doing, if he was on some sort of date again. And because I found I didn’t quite like that idea, I instead focused on the far off trill of the phone ringing.
   There was a click and then Chuck’s voice. “Hi, you’ve reached Chuck’s phone. I’m not able to take your call right now, but please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to ya! Have a good one!”
   I smiled to myself as the beep sounded. “Hi, stranger. Haven’t heard from you in a few days. Was wondering if you were free tonight, say around 9 or so. If not, that’s okay. You can text or call me either way. See ya.”
   I pursed my lips, looked at the phone, and then tossed it in the passenger seat.
   It took me almost no time at all to get home, and I immediately got into the shower. Chuck hadn’t called me back by the time I disappeared in the jet stream and stayed there for the next 11 minutes of my life. But I wasn’t worried about it. It was his prerogative to call or not. And I sincerely wasn’t bothered by it.
   With a towel wrapped around my chest, my hair still a little damp because I’d gotten bored with blowdrying it 3/4 of the way through, I went out to my kitchen and peeked in the fridge. When my eyes dropped to the chocolate sauce, just by chance, I bit my lip and smirked. Tonight would’ve been a good night for that. After that work out I was feeling a little frisky.
   I shut my fridge again, feeling indecisive about what I wanted to snack on. I’d probably go back in a minute or two to open it and stare into it again. It was just what I did. Or maybe that was just a human thing.
   Heading to the counter, I picked up my phone and saw that I had a voicemail from Chuck. I brought it up to my ear and listened.
   “Hey, Sarah.” His voice was quiet, like he was trying to keep someone from hearing. Although, I could hear voices in the background. “So…sorry I missed your call first of all. Sorry. I’m at this dinner party and they just broke into a game of Parcheesi, which…don’t get me started on Parcheesi. But, uh, honestly, I’d do anything to get out of this dinner party. I would. But I can’t just up and leave without having a reason. See, I’m—the guy who is throwing it is sort of—he’s important. And I need him to like me. That sort of thing. But I really, really want to get over there. If I can. I guess what I’m trying to say is…help me get out of this,” he whispered hoarsely. It sounded so adorable and pitiful, and I had to giggle at him as the line went dead.
   I pulled him up on my phone again and thumbed to our string of texts. I felt heat between my legs as I spotted the last texts we’d exchanged. Dirty texts. Of course. We exchanged more and more of those these days.
   What do you need me to do?
I waited a minute for him to respond. And when he did, I started laughing. Call me and pretend you are my sister and need a ride home from work. Please!
Think of that all on your own? I raised my eyebrow, unable to resist flirting with him.
   Yes. I’d make Ellie do it but then she’d wonder why. God, I’ve been here for 100 hours, easy.
I giggled. 100 hours? That’s one helluva party, Bartowski.
Shut up. It isn’t funny. It’s torture. I’m hungry.
Why hungry? Isn’t it a dinner party?
His wife fucking promised this delicious brisket and when we all got here, she announced she was going to START it. He said we were eating at 6. I got there at 5:30 hungry. It is now 8:45. And. We. Have. Not. Eaten.
I was full on laughing now. Apparently, Chuck was one of those people who got hangry.
   You sound a little hangry. I’m not sure I want to deal with hangry Chuck. Maybe you should stay at your hunger party.
Hunger party. Nice. I like it. I almost laughed at the Parcheesi table. PARCHEESI, SARAH. COME ON.
Would you prefer Call of Duty?
There was an even longer pause. And then he responded.
   …Did you just…nerd at me? I’m 5 seconds away from flipping this God damn table, demanding brisket, shoving it down my throat, and flying to your door. Posthaste.
Oooh I like it when you’re demanding.
God stop it please. I don’t want to be hungry AND horny.
Horngry?
LOL! Stop! I just had to pretend I was laughing at a joke his wife said five whole minutes ago. And now I look super slow.
I laughed and flopped into a chair at my kitchen table. Want me to call now?
Yes absolutely. Yes. Now. Please god now. I will be forever in your debt.
I sure as hell hope so.
Do it. ;) Go on, Walker. I will be at your door ASAP once you doooo. ;) ;)
   I immediately raised the phone to my ear and called him. He picked up almost the second the ring sounded. “Ellie? Hey! Are you okay? Thought you were at work.”
   “You’re so bad,” I said slowly.
   “What do you mean Devon needed the car? Oh.” His voice was a little muffled. “Sorry, you don’t mind if I take this, do you? It’s my sister. She’s on shift at the hospital.” There was a murmur of other voices and then he was back. “What’s up, sis?”
   “Guess what I’m wearing right now.”
   “What? The bus? No! El…”
   “Bet you can guess,” I teased.
   “Yeah, I know this is an important night for me, but I’m not gonna make you take the bus at this hour. That’ll take you forever. How many buses is that, 3? 4?”
   “Nothing,” I said, smiling widely. “I’m not wearing anything. Just a towel.”
   He let out a long breath. “No, no. I’m sure they’ll understand. Stop saying you’re going to take the bus. I’ll be there.”
   “This is actually hilarious,” I said. “I’m not gonna lie. I might actually still be laughing by the time you get here.”
   “Okay well I’ll be there soon. As soon as I can. Wait for me?”
   I hummed in thought, pursing my lips. “I don’t know, Chuck, I might get started early.”
   He groaned softly at that, and I hoped whoever he was with right then hadn’t heard it. “I’m coming.”
   The extra meaning there was not lost on me and my jaw dropped. “That was bad.”
   “Yeah, well... I’ll see you soon.”
   “Drive safe.”
   I hung up and laughed gleefully. That was ridiculously fun. And I couldn’t resist texting him quickly.
   What do you want first? Me or food?
I had the number for a takeout place nearby that would deliver if he was really hungry.
   You. Absolutely…Then food. Definitely.
So you’re officially more horny than hungry. I win. ;)
Hahaha! You get the prize! (Eyebrow dance)
I better.
Oohh ho ho trust me. No holds barred.
I didn’t reply to that, because I thought I’d like to get him here in one piece, and I didn’t much fancy the idea of him texting and driving. I wondered if I should order food for him now so that it would be here in a timely fashion. But then I thought about how he said he wanted me first. And I had no idea what that would mean, or how long it would take. And I didn’t want him eating cold takeout.
   So I simply waited. And waited.
   And waited.
   And the more I had to wait, the the hornier I got. What was that about delayed gratification people always said? I didn’t know or care. All I knew was that my gratification was pretty delayed, and my crotch was practically on fire by the time the knock sounded on my door.
   Still wrapped in only the towel, I went to the door and opened it, looking up at him with a mute smile. “Took you long enough.”
   “They live farther away from you than I thought. And they live in this hellish rich person neighborhood labyrinth on a hill and I was dying because I thought I’d never get out of it.” He took his phone out and waggled it. “My GPS was like ‘where the fuck are we?’ and I was like ‘I have no idea’. So that happened. Hi.” His grin was slow and bright as he put his phone back into his pocket.
   I merely opened the door wider, amused by the thought of him being super horny as he drove in circles in some Bel Air type neighborhood up in the Los Angeles hills.
   As he walked in and I shut the door, I didn’t say anything. But I did give him a significant look over my shoulder as I walked into the hallway of my apartment. And as I got halfway to my bedroom, I untucked the towel and let it fall away from my nakedness, giving him prime view of my ass.
   “Oh my God,” I heard him breathe to himself and I wasn’t sure if he’d meant for me to hear that or not. It was pretty cute.
   I pushed into my bedroom, wondering if I should turn off the one lamp I had on or not, since Chuck and I tended to like nothing-but-moonlight sex. But then as I turned and saw him walk in, peeling his suit jacket off of his shoulders, I took him in from head to toe. He raced over here with the promise to reward me, “no holds barred”. I owed him a no holds barred performance of my own. And as he stopped and smiled at me, bouncing his eyebrows to make me giggle, I decided I was more than ready to try it.
   “C’mere,” I said, pulling my sheets down to the foot of the bed and sitting on the edge of the mattress, curling my finger for him to join me.
   He stepped out of his shoes, kicked them to the side, and walked over, peeling his socks off as he neared, almost falling over a few times in the process.
   And when he stood in front of me, I grabbed him by his hips and pulled him closer so that he stood between my legs. I unbuckled his belt slowly, glancing up into his brown eyes, trying to convey to him with just a look what I was about to do.
   I got his belt and pants undone. I loved that he was just standing there, letting me do whatever I wanted to do. He was going to get a reward first this time. And I wasn’t sure if he even knew it was coming yet.
   Then I realized he didn’t, because when I pulled the front of his boxers down to free his cock, his eyes popped and he gasped. “W-What are you—Oh. Oh wow.”
   He let out a harsh breath as I picked up his cock in my hands, thrilled that it was already hardening, and probably had started in the car during the drive here as he thought of me waiting for him.
   I slid my hands up and down his length, stroking him, squeezing, making sure to pay attention to the underside. I didn’t hesitate or pause. I was too engulfed in my own desire to finally taste Chuck Bartowski. I’d read enough about it by now to know how best to please him.
   I hoped.
   But it was with confidence that I leaned forward and pressed the heat of my tongue against his tip.
   “Sarah!” he whimpered. “Oh my God.”
   I closed my lips around his cock, flicked his tip with my tongue, and then gave him a quick suck. He whimpered again, and then I formed an o with my fingers around the base of his cock and started jerking it up and down, fast and hard, as I slid him a little further into my mouth, swirling my tongue over him, sucking, my fingers pumping.
   “Shit!” he gasped. “Ohhhh yesss.”
   And then I tilted my head so that he slipped out of my lips with a smack, working his cock with my fist, fast and hard, my other hand cupping his balls. I then guided him back into my mouth and bobbed my head back and forth, squeezing him with my lips, licking with my tongue, and then spending a few seconds sucking on him like a thick, hot straw.
   I pulled him back out of my mouth after half a minute of that, then licked from his balls all the way up the underside of his cock, flicking my tongue over the tip a few times when I got to it.
   “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he panted, and I rewarded him with a few hard pumps of my fist, which caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head.
   Having him praise me gave me a lot of confidence and I doubled down on him, rounding his dick with my lips and bobbing my head a lot faster, sucking a lot harder, playing with his balls, squeezing them, stroking them. And when I accidentally nipped him with my teeth—not too hard—he thrusted into my mouth with a groan of my name. Apparently, he liked it, so I did it again, this time on purpose, and he thrusted into my mouth again.
   I continued like that for awhile, building him up in my mouth, humming to give him that much more pleasure. And then as I slipped him out from between my lips to pump him in my hand again, I met his hazy gaze and whispered, “You taste so fucking good.”
   I could see the lust in his eyes explode at that. So the articles I read were right. Tell him he tastes good, say it dirty, and it’ll turn him on.
   Chuck looked more than just turned on. He looked like he wanted to fuck me to within an inch of my life. I would not resist if it came to that. In fact, I was ready for it.
   By the time I pleasured him a few more minutes, he gently cupped my jaw and pulled my head back so that his dick slid out from my mouth, and he angled my face so that I was looking up at him.
   I climbed up to my feet as he backed away, gently taking me by my arms to pull me up from where I sat on the bed. I slid my fingers down to tuck between my pussy lips to feel how wet I was from sucking him off. It had always felt like a labor to give head. I did it anyways, but it was always such an undertaking. But this hadn’t been. It had turned me on, listening to his words of praise, the groans of my name, the whimpers.
   He kissed me slowly, our tongues meeting, exploring, and then he pulled back and quickly started undressing.
   I helped as best as I could, purposefully brushing his dick with my fingers as I pushed his pants all the way down for him to step out of them.
   Chuck stood before me, completely naked, his cock hard. I stroked it in my fingers as he gasped and buried his face in my neck, kissing me there. And then he slid his hands around from my waist to cup my ass, squeezing, before lifting me up into his arms.
   I gasped and wrapped my legs around him, expecting him to lay me back down on the bed. But instead, he reached down to guide his cock into me, surprising me. “Oh, yeah!” I gasped, shivering at the feeling of having him inside of me.
   He slowly slid me down his shaft until he was buried to the hilt, and then he grabbed me by my hips and started bouncing against me. I let out a whimpering gasp, rounding his shoulders with my arms and holding on as he fucked me standing up. His thrusts were hard, and his balls smacked against my ass loudly as I bobbed on his cock. He caught one of my bouncing breasts in his mouth and sucked on my nipple.
   And then I buried my fingers in his hair and forced him to look up at me. “Make me come,” I panted. “Ah! Yes! Make me come!”
   His hands spread on each of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, before starting to bounce me even faster and harder on his cock. I gasped, feeling a budding orgasm in my midsection. And then he tucked one of his arms underneath my knee and lifted my leg a little, forcing his cock in at a different angle, and I cried out, letting my head fall back as my orgasm tumbled through me. “Fuck that’s so good,” I gasped, my voice caught in my throat. “Yes!”
   When I came down from my high, he lifted me off of his cock and set me down on my feet, his hands on me in case my knees collapsed, no doubt. And as loose as I felt, I was still able to stand, wanting even more.
   This time, Chuck did lower me onto the bed, and I crawled up to rest my head comfortably on my pillow, opening my legs wide in invitation. He accepted my invitation immediately, crawling onto the bed and hovering over me, my legs on either side of him.
   But then he slid down my body and kissed my pussy, teasing my with his lips and tongue, sucking on my clit. I sighed, smiling at the pleasure, even though what I’d actually wanted was to have him inside of me again. However, I soon discovered that was his plan too, and he was merely tasting me. I had the silent, dirty thought that my fuck buddy had said he was hungry, after all. And I nearly laughed out loud at the thought.
   He crawled back up my body, bending my legs at the knee and pushing his penis into my vagina again. Bracing his elbows on either side of my shoulders, he thrust slow and hard, and I dragged my hands down his strong back to grab onto his ass, feeling his muscles there, and how fluid his thrusts were.
   This was the same guy who’d nearly tipped over trying to get his socks off while walking to my bed a few minutes ago.
   He was so sexy and graceful in the sack. It was amazing.
   Chuck gathered me up in his arms, pulling me close and burying his face in my neck as he drilled me.
   “Oh yeah,” I whimpered, loving the way he felt inside of me. I lowered my legs back to the bed as I felt them go a little numb from holding them up, and I braced my heels against the mattress, meeting his thrusts with my own.
   “Ohhh Sarah. That’s it, baby,” he whispered against my jaw.
   He sped up a little then, still thrusting deep inside of me. I gasped and then whined, “Give it to me, Chuck. Give it to me.” When his graceful thrusts became hard, his hips jerking into mine faster and a little rougher, I cried out and slammed my hand against the headboard. “Just like that!” I panted. “Give it to me! Oh yes!”
   Chuck whimpered, lifting his face up to stare down at me, his features hard and determined, and he propped himself up with his palms against the mattress next to me. I watched his abdomen, the way the muscles clenched and unclenched. It was so beautiful, and I whimpered, biting my lip and tilting my head back to stare at the headboard I was holding onto for dear life.
   I could feel my breasts bouncing back and forth as he fucked me and when I looked back up at him, I saw that he was watching them closely, lust in his golden eyes.
   Letting go of his ass cheek with my other hand, I grabbed my own breast and started massaging it. “Hmmm,” I hummed in pleasure, flicking my nipple for him. And for myself too obviously. But he nearly went cross-eyed seeing me touching myself. “You like that?” I asked, my voice catching as he slammed his dick into me hard, pushing until it lifted my ass off the mattress. He did the same thing again. And again.
   “Oh yeah,” he panted.
   “You like it when I touch myself?”
   “Yes!” Chuck whimpered. He pounded me even harder, my ass slamming against the mattress with each thrust. I cried out and rubbed my nipple between my fingers, using my other hand to grab his wrist next to my shoulder.
   And then he gave a long, rough thrust, our bodies meeting with a slap. As we hovered there, his cock buried so deep inside of me, he lifted one hand up to drag his fingers down from my belly button, quickly covering my clit with two of them and rubbing in hard circles.
   “Shit!” I panted, clenching my ass and desperately pushing my hips against his. I came hard, reaching around to grab his ass in both hands, digging my nails into his cheeks.
   I felt his seed inside of me as he let out a gurgling groan, his head falling forward. He thrust into me a few desperate times and then we both flopped back onto the mattress, Chuck barely catching himself to keep from smashing me.
   He was half lying on top of me when I opened my eyes a minute later, still breathing hard, his cock hot and wet against my hip bone, his lips pressed to my cheek.
   “Holy shit,” he panted.
   And all I could do was laugh breathlessly. It was then that I heard his stomach growl, and I turned my face to grin teasingly, laughing at him when he blushed.
   Chuck rolled onto his back and covered his face as I pushed myself to sit up and I tucked my hair away from my face. “Well, I guess we need to do something about the hungry part now, huh?”
   “Do you mind?” he asked, peeking up at me between his fingers.
   I laughed again. Ridiculous that he could be so cute and funny after the way he’d just fucked me so sincerely and almost even a little roughly. God I’d loved it though. I decided that I liked it rough. And that I’d like more rough.
   But that had to wait. We needed to get him some more energy.
   So I reached over for my cell phone on my bedside table and was a little annoyed to find it wasn’t there. “Let me go get my phone and I’ll call Quentin’s.”
   “Who is Quentin?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
   I laughed and shook my head, climbing to my feet, swaying a little, and righting myself. Wow, Mr. Bartowski…
Maybe I could use a late second dinner myself. “It’s Mediterranean food. They deliver.”
   “Oh hell yes.”
   I laughed and walked out of the room with a “be right back”. He made the okay sign at me, his other hand over his face, so beautifully naked and spent on my bed. I did that, I thought proudly. And as it turned out, I’d done pretty damn well at orally pleasuring him. I’d enjoyed it a lot, too, which meant I was going to keep that near the top of my repertoire for future sessions.
   The food came fast, and I hoped Chuck didn’t care that I ordered for him. He seemed extremely hungry, and he didn’t seem like the fickle type, though I didn’t really know much about his food tastes. Maybe he was hungry enough that he’d eat whatever I put in front of him. I was banking on that as I paid the delivery guy and ducked back into my apartment, shutting and locking the door once I’d paid.
   I found Chuck standing at the entrance to the hallway in his boxers. “Oh. Good. I was sort of hoping you didn’t answer the door in your skivvies.”
   “Probably would’ve saved me the tip.” I shrugged, looking down at the robe I’d put on that had been on the couch from earlier on in the morning, and he laughed, his eyes wide.
   I heard his stomach growl again from where I stood near the door.
   “Good thing I have all of this. I’m not sure your stomach can handle another second without food,” I said, raising my eyebrows and teasingly hurrying to the table to set the food down. “I’ll just grab some forks and we can eat out of the containers.”
   “Good plan. No time for plates.” He made a face and I laughed, going to the kitchen to get a few knives, forks, and napkins.
   Within moments, we were eating pita pockets filled with lamb and tzatziki, falafels and Greek salad on the side. “Want a beer?” I asked as I munched on the salad, carefully biting into the olive to make sure I wasn’t surprised by a pit that wasn’t supposed to be there. I saw Officer Wharton break a tooth on an olive pit at work just last week and it had stuck in my brain.
   Probably a good thing.
   For me, not him.
   “Mmmm, sure. Sounds good. I can—” He made to stand up, his fingers dripping with lamb grease and tzatziki, but I pushed him down into his seat with my hand on his shoulder.
   “Nope. You just get some food in you.”
   I tried my best not to dwell on the look he sent me, his cheek bulging out with food, his eyes soft and a little melt-worthy. I grabbed two bottles of Heineken and the bottle opener, coming back to the table where Chuck had already finished his entire gyro.
   “Wow. Okay. Well…you eat like a champion.”
   “Only when I haven’t eaten for 8 hours,” he said between licking his fingers, wiping them off with his napkin after and accepting the beer she opened for him. “And thanks so much for this.” He paused. “Wait, how much do I owe you for the food? I’d like to settle that before we…” He cleared his throat.
   Get back to the sex?
   I smirked and shook my head. “It’s like 5 bucks or something. Don’t worry about it.”
   Chuck made a face. “Come on. You’ve done me multiple solids tonight. Lemme pay you back for that at least.”
   “Oh you did me a solid, too,” I said with a wink, taking a swig out of my beer and sitting in the chair closest to him. He snorted and I shook my head. “I need to stop spending time with you. Stupid shit coming out of my mouth.”
   He laughed. “You liiike iiit,” he drawled, shaking his finger at me. I merely rolled my eyes at him.
   As we sat there, I let Chuck finish off the sides, since I’d already eaten dinner earlier, and I smirked at him. “Better than a brisket, you think?”
   “Well, I never actually got to try the brisket, so I don’t know.” He pressed his lips together and shook his head.
   “What was the dinner party for, anyways?” I wondered if I was digging too deep into his personal life. I didn’t really know how deep I was allowed to get, or vice versa. This whole fuck buddy concept was still a trial run of sorts, for both of us.
   But he didn’t pause in answering. “Ever hear of Ashford Instruments?”
   I shook my head.
   “Well, they make a lot of different things, from computers and televisions to calculators and phones and tablets and even a few video game consoles.” He drank more of his beer. “Well, this guy is one of the head honchos of AI. He knew my dad when they were in college, so he agreed to meet with me about this idea I have for an educational device that would be cheap for schools to get for their students. I don’t want to go too in-depth about it because you’d probably never want to have sex with me again.”
   I giggled as he let out a self-deprecating chuckle, but I silently thought I highly doubted that.
   “Basically, I’m hoping AI buys into the idea, that I can sell them my blueprints, and hopefully make some money so that I can not be paid a measly wage for the rest of my life.” He shrugged.
   “Ah.” So he worked retail? Is that what that meant? He didn’t seem like the type. But what with the economy the way it was, a lot of people worked retail who weren’t exactly the retail type. I couldn’t and wouldn’t judge him for that. “So do you think you impressed him?”
   “I haven’t been able to even really introduce it to him yet. I’m going through the motions right now to get him to like me.”
   I didn’t think it should be too hard for a guy like Chuck Bartowski to get someone to like him. I’d liked him almost immediately that first night I met him.
   “Do you like him?” I asked.
   “He’s a nice enough guy. Pretty upstanding, I think. Didn’t seem to judge me—at least outwardly—for being a handyman instead of a legit engineer like my dad was. Which is why I wanted to go to Ashford instead of some other place with my idea. I feel like they would’ve thought I was some hack with a screwdriver and a cockamamie idea.” I nodded. Handyman? Now I was getting mixed thoughts. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll even manage to wrangle myself work there. That’d be awesome.” He smiled, drinking more beer.
   “Well. I wish you luck.”
   “Thank you.”
   We clinked bottles and smiled at one another, before I found myself continuing when maybe I should’ve dragged him back to the bedroom instead. “And you know, there’s no shame in retail work. It can’t be so bad, right?”
   “Well, I’m a little different. See, I work for a retail store, but I do the big set-up jobs, fix-it jobs, that sort of thing. I set up the tech in the store. I do installations for other businesses. So I’m not the guy selling you a Beastmaster grill, but I will set-up your classroom’s WiFi and all that.”
   Now that made more sense. Why he had a nice enough car even though he worked at what I assumed was some sort of electronics store.
   “It isn’t the most challenging work, unless you count some of my coworkers who—I don’t even know what to say about them. They’re fucking nuts. And I’m not sure, but I think there are probably multiple people who have restraining orders against them.”
   I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Really?”
   “I mean, it’s entirely possible. They’re creeps. And one of ‘em is drunk all the damn time. Or wasted on…something. Markers maybe. Paint. I don’t know.”
   I laughed again. “Wow, okay…What is this place so that I can never go there?” I joked.
   “The Buy More.”
   I furrowed my brow. “The one over in Burbank?”
   “That’s the one. You been there?”
   “Probably.”
   “Was it to arrest my coworkers for stalking?”
   I cracked up, shaking my head. “No, I leave that to the other officers.”
   “Ah, that’s right. You’re a detective. So you do awesome things like solving high profile murders.”
   I sent Chuck a flat look and he mercifully pulled his excitement back a little bit. “It’s not as enticing as you’re making it seem, honestly. It’s dangerous but not in the Hollywood movie type of way. It’s difficult, and not just challenging but…it can be pretty hard. You see things some days that…” I drifted off and pressed my lips together.
   “Of course,” he said with a serious nod, and I was grateful to him for changing the subject. “Well, if you aren’t going to let me give you the $5 you spent on my dinner, you should at least let me repay you in some other way.”
   I furrowed my brow in confusion for just a second, but then he slid off of his chair to his knees on the floor, crawling over to me and turning me a little. I giggled, shaking my head as I scooted to the edge of the seat and let him untie the sash of my robe, opening it up to reveal my naked body to his hungry gaze. Now the hunger in his features was completely for me, since he’d sated the other one with the food I bought and had delivered for him.
   And then he had his face buried between my legs as I lifted my leg and propped my foot against the edge of the table, my toes curling over the top. “Nnng,” I whimpered, focusing on the feeling of his lips and tongue pleasuring my sex.
   He stayed there for awhile, licking and sucking, nibbling, teasing my clit, sometimes with his fingers and other times with his mouth. He ate me out with precision and skill, even going so far as to suck my clit between his lips as he surreptitiously stuck his finger into my opening.
   “Fuck!” I gasped, almost sliding off of the chair. But he caught me easily and kept me seated on the chair, shaking his head back and forth with his tongue flicking my clit. He curled his finger against my g-spot and rubbed it over and over and over so that my hips thrusted against his hand and face.
   I came again, turning my head and shutting my eyes in ecstasy, feeling his fingers leave me and his mouth replace them so that he could lick up all of my cum.
   “It is ridiculous how good you are at this,” I breathed after a minute as he gently licked over my slit, slowly getting me revved up again. For shit’s sake, this guy was something else…
   But then he pulled back and reached up to push the robe off of my shoulders. I let him, pulling my arms out of the sleeves, and then I squealed in delight and surprise as he yanked me from the chair and hoisted me over his shoulder.
   I laughed as he carried me towards the bedroom, but then I noticed how close his ass was so on reflex I swung my hand around and slapped his cheek with my palm, rejoicing in the loud slapping sound of skin on skin.
   He yelped and lurched forward, and then I felt a stinging slap on my own ass. I laughed, my jaw falling open as I tried to look at him with a glare. I liked it. So I slapped his ass again, a little harder this time. He repaid me with a growl and two swift slaps on my other ass cheek. I yelped and cackled, grabbing his ass in both hands and squeezing as he walked us into my room and unceremoniously tossed me onto the bed.
   I squealed again and laughed, grinning up at him as he narrowed his eyes and dove onto me. I really liked how playful things had gotten, and the kinkiness in me waited for him to get closer before I swatted his ass again.
   “Ow,” he chuckled. “What is it with you and ass slapping tonight?”
   “Maybe I’m feeling frisky,” I said, a little out of breath.
   He raised an eyebrow at me and tilted his head. “Anything I can do to help with that?”
   “Mr. Fix-It.” I laughed and propped myself up on my elbows, crooking my finger for him to come closer, and when he smirked and started to lower himself towards me, I went for the element of surprise, throwing him to the side so that he ended up on his back and I ended up on top of him. I scooted down and pulled his boxers off of him, tossing them onto the floor somewhere and climbing back up to sit in his lap, my knees braced on the mattress on either side of his hips. I set my palms on his chest, which was currently bouncing with laughter still from when I flipped us over.
   “Okay, yeah. You are frisky,” he chuckled.
   “What do you think I should do about it?” I asked, leaning down so that my lips were at his ear. His hand made a fiery journey down my back before I felt him swat my behind. I gasped, my jaw falling open. It made my sex buzz with need for him.
   “You’re the one on top. That’s up to you.”
   Oh wow.
   I reached down to grab his hand, lifting it to my ass and he took my hint, slapping it again. I giggled and took his dick in my fingers, pressing the length against my sex, burrowing it in my pussy’s lips like a hot dog in a bun, before grinding back and forth, my fingers holding it in place.
   “Oh shit,” he breathed, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “That’s so good.”
   I hunched forward so that my face was closer to his. “What you did to me was worth a lot more than $5, Bartowski,” I said, biting my lip to keep from whimpering.
   “Does that mean you owe me now?” he asked, one side of his mouth tilting up jauntily.
   “Mhm,” I panted, still grinding my sex along the length of his throbbing penis.
   “What do I get?”
   I thought for a moment, then stopped, before shifting my body and pushing the head of his cock into my entrance, easing myself all the way down onto his lap so that he was buried inside of me. His head surged up, his eyes bugging out for a second, before he plopped back down against the pillow with a groan of my name.
   Things were getting kinky fast, and I couldn’t stop myself from talking. I’d never done things like this during sex. The dirty talk, especially. But I was getting a thrill from it, especially since Chuck was playing along. Apparently we were both feeling frisky. Maybe it was the beers. Or the texting before he got here. I didn’t know. I wasn’t questioning it.
   So I answered his question without holding back, looking straight into his eyes when I said it, gyrating my hips as I spoke.
   “I’m going to ride you hard until you come.”
   He gaped at me, his brows knitting together, and as I began to increase my pace, his eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned. “Oh yeees.”
   And then he craned his neck to look down his body and watch as his cock disappeared inside of me while I rocked on his lap. It was something I’d discovered about Chuck soon after we started having sex. He loved to watch when I was on top. Like he got off on the sight of me bouncing on his cock. It was hot.
   I leaned forward a little and grabbed his shoulders in my hands, riding him much harder, swiftly swinging my hips back and forth, feeling him fill me to the brim.
   He swatted my ass again and I giggled breathlessly. He was playing to my friskiness, doing what he knew would make me hot. And then I groaned a curse as he rounded to my front and pushed his thumb against my clit.
   “Chuck,” I whined. “Get me off.”
   He rubbed my clit in circles as I rode him that much harder. My bed rocked under us with my hard movements. And as I came, I shuddered only momentarily, crying out and throwing my head back, but then I went right back at it, fucking him almost roughly.
   Then his hands were on my upper back and he was forcing me to lean down a little, before he dragged his hands down to grab my ass cheeks and spread them again, sliding a finger down to swirl over my asshole.
   “Ah! Ooohh shit yes.”
   “You like me doing that?” he panted, jerking his hips up against mine.
   I cried out again. “Yes!”
   “Yes what?”
   My eyes widened as I looked down at him. This was getting way kinky and it didn’t look like it was slowing down anytime soon. Not that I wanted it to. I was losing all semblance of control as I bucked on top of him like he was a fucking rodeo horse. “Yes, please!” I begged. “Please do it again!”
   He ran his finger along the rim of my asshole in a couple of quick circles and I yelped in pleasure. I didn’t know how, but this man had unlocked a part of me that I’d never even known existed.
   If anyone had ever come anywhere near my asshole before they would’ve ended up with a black eye and I never would’ve seen them again. I hadn’t just let him touch me there, I enjoyed it. I wanted more even.
   And so it was without restraint that I growled a lusty, “Put it in.”
   Chuck just stared up at me, his body lurching with the power of me riding him. It was almost like he wasn’t sure if I really knew what I was saying, or if I meant it. So I leaned a little closer and looked into his eyes. “Put it in, Chuck.”
   His mouth twitched in something of a smile, his eyes a little hazy from the fact that he was still being fucked hard by my pussy, and he moved his hand around to my front, sliding is finger over my clit and rubbing, before I felt him tuck his fingers between our wet crotches. He swiped his finger along my wetness, along his own cock, as I slowed down, wondering what he was doing, and then when his fingers came away dripping with our juices, I realized he was lubricating.
   Smart, thoughtful—
   I couldn’t think anything else, then, though, because he told me to ride him harder in a commanding tone, and as I complied, breathing through my nose, I felt his wet fingers tease my asshole again. And then he lunged up to catch my nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it as I pounded his dick. Just as I was on the verge of begging again, I felt him insert his finger into my hole, slowly, methodically.
   “Fuck!”
   I opened my mouth wide, my face pinched. It was a little uncomfortable as he gently went a little deeper, feeling along the walls as he swirled the tip of his finger. “Shit shit shit,” I gasped, trying to keep my rhythm as I rode him, but it was difficult to do with the feeling of him fingering my asshole.
   “Deeper?” he asked through gritted teeth.
   “Yes! Oh God, please yes!”
   He sank his finger in a little deeper. I let out a ragged whine, biting my lip, my eyes clenched shut. And then he started pumping it in and out of me, our cum helping it to move easily in spite of the fact that I’d never had anything put in there before. It was uncomfortable now with how deep he was going. But something about it coupled with the ecstasy of his cock buried deep in my pussy made me feel electric.
   I didn’t understand it, but I kept bucking on top of him and focusing on every last sensation.
   “I feel it. I’m gonna come,” I gasped, feeling my orgasm build as he penetrated me in both of my entrances. “I want you to come for me, Chuck. I need to feel your cum.”
   He growled, starting to slam his hips up against my groin as I continued to buck in his lap wildly. I was almost there. I could feel it. And as Chuck held my hip with one hand and fucked my asshole with the finger of his other, pounding up into my pussy as I rode him, I could see his face getting red. I knew he was close, too, because of the way his body was tensing.
   “Oh come on,” Chuck panted. “Come on, come on.”
   I came then, my walls squeezing around his cock as I threw my head back and slowed my ride. “Fuck that’s so good! Ah yes! Oh fuck yes!”
   Suddenly that liquid heat was inside of me again as he cursed and then said my name, thrusting himself inside of me over and over until he emptied completely. I moaned as he pushed himself to sit up, removing his finger from my asshole and rounding my body with his arms.
   We sat there, tangled together, his cock still inside of me, for a few minutes, his face tucked against my shoulder and mine pressed against his impossibly soft curls on his head. I finally shifted, and he helped me carefully slide out of his lap to sit next to him on the bed, before I flopped onto my back and let out a long sigh.
   I’d just told my sexual partner to put his finger in my asshole. I’d just actually done that. And when he complied, it had been uncomfortable at first, but was ultimately fantastic and invigorating. Something I’d be requesting again, I decided. In the future. Because at the moment I was spent.
   Chuck took a deep breath and pushed himself up to his feet beside my bed, peering down at me and pushing his hands through his hair. It allowed me a really delicious view of all of his assets. And I couldn’t help smirking.
   “Well, thank you for the sex,” he said. “And dinner. And then the even better sex.”
   My grin was unstoppable. “We even?”
   “I still feel like I owe you 5 bucks, honestly.”
   I shook my head, pushing myself to sit up, leaning back with my palms on the mattress. “You really don’t. Next time there’s some sort of food involved, I’ll let you buy.”
   Chuck made a slightly reluctant face, then smiled a little flirtatiously. “You win this round, Walker. But I’m not forgetting.”
   I thought of his finger in my asshole. “Neither am I.”
   We got dressed quickly and I walked him to my door. “See you when I see you,” I said, knowing I’d most likely see him soon. I wondered if I might have some sort of addiction. And then I ignored that train of thought completely. Who cared when we were both equally into it?
   He turned and slammed his hands on either side of the doorframe, leaning close. “Count on it.”
   I just barely resisted closing the distance and kissing him one last time, but I wondered if that would end up with me dragging him back in and having my way with him again.
   But I was pretty much done for the night down there, even if the rest of my body was saying yes.
   So I just smirked and let him leave, shutting the door behind him and practically gliding back into my bedroom to fix my bed and get the sheets situated properly. I couldn’t keep that smirk from my face for the rest of the night, and I fell asleep that way, satisfied with my night, and with my life.


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