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“We’ve got a runner!”
   I winced at the sound of Casey’s voice barking in my earpiece, watched the perp disappear around the corner, and took off in the other direction. “I’ve got the son of a bitch,” I replied as I sprinted into the alleyway, dodged a few cardboard boxes, and sped up as I reached the fence splitting the alley.
   I kicked off of the wall and flew up to grab the top of the fence, yanking myself over and landing on the other side in a crouch.
   And then I took off again, emerging in the street just in time to see Orozco nearly get hit by a car as he crossed the street illegally. This would be the part where Casey quipped about always using a crosswalk.
   But I pursued him anyway, careful not to end up as roadkill.
   I didn’t much like the idea of Casey and the rest of my peers pulling pieces of me out of a taxi’s grill.
   “He’s headed towards Angel’s Knoll. Need someone to cut him off before he gets there,” I said into my watch.
   “On my way,” I heard Officer Ruiz say.
   My feet beat against the pavement as I burst around the corner I saw him disappear behind and I discovered that it was a deserted little lot save a few busted up cars. Orozco was nowhere to be found.
   “Status, Walker.”
   I stayed quiet, getting my gun out and preparing myself for an ambush. Usually when these people ran, they tended to keep running. But there were the gutsy ones—although I preferred to call them stupid—who would try to fight back. Orozco seemed like just the sort of son of a bitch to try something like that.
   But I wasn’t going to let him get the jump on me. Nobody got the jump on me.
   And just as I thought that, my eyes roving the lot as I slowly and carefully moved through it, I felt him behind me. I spun with my elbow, but missed as he ducked, and I received a hard blow to my ribcage with his boot. I slammed into the car behind me and fell to the blacktop, the air knocked out of me from the impact, but I rolled to avoid getting my head stomped, and swung my arm around to crash into the back of his knee and send him to the ground.
   He fell with a grunt and brought his foot around to kick at me desperately, but I avoided it and climbed to my feet, pointing my gun down at him. “Hands where I can see them!” I barked. “You move, I shoot!”
   He slumped onto his back with his hands up, looking defeated as he let out a soft, “Fuck.”
   “That’s right, fuck. What the hell did you run for? We were just bringing you in for questioning and now we’re gonna arrest you for assaulting an officer, you dumb shit!” I quickly spoke into my comm. “Got him. Abandoned lot on Olive.”
   But I already heard the sirens of the approaching cavalry and smirked a little as they pulled up right behind me, Casey and company scrambling over soon thereafter and cuffing Orozco. I noticed Casey was a little rough with the handcuffs and didn’t say anything about it. Considering I’d have a massive bruise on my ribs from my scuffle, he could get roughed up a bit and I wouldn’t blink an eye. Bastard.
   “You okay, Walker?” Casey asked as Ruiz walked Orozco to his car.
   “Fine,” I breathed, pushing a strand of hair that escaped my ponytail out of my face.
   “He didn’t, uhhh…get the jump on you, did he?” He made an amused grunting noise and I glared at him, punching him in the shoulder hard as he swept past me.
   Good. Now he’d have a bruise of his own.
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   I slid down further in the tub, letting the hot water sooth the ache in my ribs. It was already a pretty nasty looking bruise, but the med staff had merely given me an ice pack and sent me on my way. I groaned and dragged my wet hands down my face.
   Orozco hadn’t gotten us any closer to finding out who killed Nigel Harrington last week. And I’d gotten hurt for nothing. But at least the guy would be sitting in prison for awhile because he attacked an officer. I felt petulant for enjoying that fact. The guy was always a pain in the LAPD’s side. I meant that figuratively, but I guessed it was more literal now after today.
   My mood had been at an all time low this week, what with the murder case and the lack of forward momentum no matter how many leads we followed. We were all working on it and nothing was getting done. It was driving me mad.
   Not to mention, Carina and I had an argument over the weekend and I hadn’t heard from her since. I texted a few times over the last five days and got nothing. She’d gotten roofied by someone at one of her fancy schmancy lawyer hangouts, some exclusive bar and club called Guiles, and luckily a coworker had called me (at 2 in the fucking morning, no less) before Carina ended up getting hurt.
   I raced over there, whisked her back to my place, and let her sleep it off while I kept watch to make sure it wasn’t anything worse than the usual Rohipnol type drug. It turned out it wasn’t, and Carina was an absolute bear to me when she finally was conscious enough to sit up. I saw through her offensive, of course. I knew she was scared that she’d allowed that to happen. I knew she was embarrassed. And incredibly pissed.
   But she needed to hear it from someone who loved her, so I laid into her about her unsafe partying habits. We fought for a long time and then she stormed out of my apartment and slammed the door in my face. She’d said a lot of things that stung. She’d made me sound like some agoraphobic goody-two-shoes prude who judged her and everybody else from my pedestal of perfection or something. And I’d made her sound like an irresponsible, foolish attention seeker.
   I regretted my words that morning, and I was pretty sure she regretted hers, too. But she hadn’t returned my texts, or the one call on Tuesday. I told her I wanted to meet up for lunch, that we needed to talk…But I didn’t apologize. I wanted to save that and do it in person so that she knew I was sincere about it.
   And now I was grumpy and upset for multiple reasons.
   Because now I was thinking about the way she said I was judgmental. And how she made me sound like a goody-goody Miss Perfect. I wasn’t perfect. Nor was I a prude. That part was what really stuck with me all these days. I was not a prude. “I am not a fucking prude,” I said through clenched teeth as I sat in the tub.
   My eyes flicked over to where my phone sat on the nearby stool. I liked to keep it close in case someone got a breakthrough in the case at work, but it hadn’t made a peep in the twenty minutes that I’d been soaking.
   I conveniently ignored the part of me that warned against it. I was tender, a little raw, upset about my fight with Carina still, pissed about the case, and eager to prove something. To myself, if to no one else.
   I was not a fucking prude.
   I reached up to dry my hand on the towel hanging on the nearby rack and grabbed my phone, dialing Chuck’s number. I hadn’t talked to him save a few texts all week, considering how busy I was. He seemed to understand when I couldn’t meet him for sex the two times he asked. He knew I had a tough case, that I was at the office more than not, practically sleeping in my desk chair.
   But I had to admit, I was tense. And I needed to…un-tense.
   Carina’s words were still stuck in my head. She wouldn’t have said it if she didn’t believe it. That I thought I was somehow better than her or something because I didn’t party as much, drink as much, or have as much sex. Like the sex I had wasn’t as kinky as the sex she had.
   Granted, I never knew if the stories she told were true. I just made it clear to her before I heard them that I didn’t need to hear them. In spite of what I’d said the other morning to her, I really didn’t think she went into TMI mode after her sex dates because she was seeking attention. Carina had always been an oversharer, and she’d always meant well by it. I really believed that she just wanted to talk about it.
   And I was glad I was the one she chose to talk to. It made me feel…special. I knew she didn’t say that stuff to everyone. She trusted me with private stuff. And yeah, she was amused by the grossed out faces I made, and really I only made them to make her laugh.
   I would never admit this to her, but sometimes, depending on my mood, I ate up those details. And I was a little envious of her.
   I didn’t think I was better than her for not having as much sex, though. And God damn it, if she could have dirty sex, so could I! I was not a prude!
   “Hello hello!” Chuck chirped into the phone.
   I didn’t give him much warning. Instead, I rushed out, “Hi, Chuck. Wanna fuck?”
   There was a pause.
   And then I heard him clear his throat. “That…Have you been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss lately, Sarah?”
   The tension seeped into the tub water surrounding me and I laughed for the first time all week. “Well. Thank you for that. It was much needed,” I said once the laughter died out a little. I was still grinning and I could hear him smile.
   “You’re welcome. Wait, much needed? Having a shitty week?”
   “You could say that. And let me ask again, but maybe rephrase it this time…Can we please have sex? I need it. Badly.”
   Chuck huffed in frustration and even over the phone I could tell he was teasing. “But I just opened a Call of Duty campaaaign,” he whined. “Justkidding!” he rushed. “Well, I mean…not about the…I was playing a video game.”
   “Nerd,” I said quietly, smiling.
   “Just one problem, though.” I could hear the sound of the game behind him suddenly, and I wondered if he was multitasking, or if he’d paused it or something and the music and gunshots were part of the pause screen or whatever it was called.
   “What’s wrong?”
   “I had to turn in my car to the shop because there was a part recall or something with the model I own. And I thought better safe than sorry, so I brought it in yesterday and I don’t get it back until tomorrow. So I’m a little…strapped…as far as transportation. I could take a bus.”
   I giggled. “You don’t have to take a bus, Chuck. I’ll go to yours.” There was a pause. And I felt like there was something in that pause, so I asked, “What?”
   “Nothing, it just—You’re the one who called and part of me feels like that means I’m the one that has to go to your place. You know? It’s not a big deal. I’m just being a dork.”
   “You are,” I said with an amused huff. “It doesn’t make any difference to me whether it’s here or there. I have a car. And trust me, even if you were in Tijuana or something, I’d drive there to get laid at this point.”
   “Oooo, this bodes well,” he teased. And even though he was teasing, in my head I thought Damn straight. I was in a heat for him. “Let me get out of the tub first and then I’ll head over.”
   “Wait, wait.” Pause. “You’re in the tub? Naked?”
   I smirked. “I don’t usually wear anything when I’m taking a bath, Chuck. Why? Do you?”
   He ignored that last part. “So you are currently in the bathtub…totally naked…talking to me on the phone.”
   “Did I hear…a zipper, Chuck?” I hadn’t. But I liked teasing him.
   And he apparently liked it, too. “Is that what you want to hear?”
   “I sorta do, yeah.” There was a long pause, a heated pause, and I heard the sound of the video game shut off on his side of the phone. I was completely unaware of the soft circles my free hand started making on my skin just under my belly button. Until I looked down. “Are we actually doing this?” I asked then, my heart beginning to beat a little harder.
   “If you’re game, I am.”
   I bit my lip. Did it even make sense, considering I was going over there in a few minutes? And then I decided I didn’t give a fuck whether it made sense or not. This was an intriguing turn of events and he did say, “If you’re game, I am”, which meant to me that he was intrigued too. “Lemme hear that zipper, Bartowski.”
   I hadn’t really meant that literally, but then I thought I did hear the sound of a zipper…if only very distantly.
   My fingers drifted down a little further to play with my clitoris. Were we talking? Or just letting one another hear? I wasn’t sure, so I just ground my fingers on my clit and let out a soft whimper.
   “I’ve never done this before,” he said, and his voice was a little deeper, breathier. I thought maybe it was because he probably had his hand around his own cock at the moment.
   “You’ve never touched yourself?” I teased, letting out a soft, “Ah!” as I rolled my clit between my fingers.
   He chuckled. “Nnnng, that wasn’t what I meant.”
   “So you have touched yourself.”
   “God yes.” I wasn’t sure if he’d said that in response to me or if he was pleasuring himself. I wished I could hear it. Or see it. So I just shut my eyes and pretended I could see it.
   “Put it on speaker phone,” I said, gasping as I slid my fingers between the lips of my vagina and teased my slit.
   “Yes, ma’am,” he said, groaning softly. Then I heard shuffling or something, before the sound was a little less clear, but I could hear so many other things besides just the sound of his groan. It sounded like he’d set it right next to him where he was sitting, probably on the couch since he’d been playing video games. “Better?” he asked.
   “Are you holding yourself?” I asked, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I slid the tip of my finger inside.
   “Yes,” he gasped.
   “Pump yourself so I can hear it,” I said, slipping my finger into my entrance and grinding it against my wet inner wall. “Nng,” I whimpered.
   “What are you doing right now?” he asked.
   “I have my finger inside of my pussy.”
   “Oh God yes,” he groaned. And then I heard it. The soft fwap fwap fwap fwap sound of his fist moving up and down his penis. It turned me on so bad.
   “Yes, Chuck!” I whined, turning my face into the tub and letting out a halting breath. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, sighing in pleasure.
   “Hnnng,” I heard, his voice so tight. I could still hear him jacking off. “Two fingers. Against your g-spot,” he breathed.
   I followed his order, sliding a second finger inside and sinking them both as deep as I could, curling them until the tips met my g-spot. “Oh there! Oh shit!”
   “Get yourself off—oh fuck—you’re so much better at doing this than me,” he practically whimpered and I grinned like a maniac, moaning as I rubbed my own g-spot.
   “Masturbating?” I gasped. “Or giving you a hand job?”
   “Ohhh shit,” he groaned, and the fwapping became louder and faster. “Shit shit shit shit yes.”
   I started pumping my fingers inside of me harder and faster, crying out. And then I started rubbing my clit with my thumb. “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, and he groaned on the other end.
   “Do it,” he gasped. “Oh fuck I’m almost there.”
   And then ground my fingers against my g-spot roughly until I came, arching my ass off the bottom of the tub as I yelped in ecstasy. “Oh Chuck, yeah. Oh my God, I want you.”
   He let out a soft groan and the fwapping stopped, followed by a curse and heavy breathing. “I want you, too,” he panted. “How soon will you get here?”
   I laughed breathlessly. “I’m going to try to be as fast as possible.”
   We hung up and I moaned, grinning. I wondered what it would be like to see him in person now after we’d basically had phone sex. Sort of. I thought it was phone sex. I’d never done it before.
   I got out of the tub and pulled the plug, drying myself off as quickly as possible, wrapping the towel around me, and looking through my drawer for panties and a bra. But then I stopped, wondering if it would be too much of a risk wearing nothing but a coat. The effect would be amazing once he opened the door and I stepped inside, dropping the coat to the ground and revealing that I wore absolutely nothing underneath.
   But was that too corny? Would he like it or think it was weird?
   I bit my lip and went to my closet, finding the longest coat I had, wrapping it around my naked body and tying the sash securely. Then I slid panties up my legs because it just felt…important.
   Shoving some shorts, a bra, and a blouse in a small bag, I grabbed my purse, slid black pumps on, and headed out.
   It didn’t take long for me to get to his apartment complex and park, and as I sat at the driver’s wheel, I halted before getting out. Nobody looked to be around, so I reached under the coat and slid the panties off again. I didn’t think it’d be smart to just leave them there so I folded them and put them in the middle console, fixing the coat, grabbing my things, and getting out.
   A few minutes later, I stood outside of his apartment door. I blinked once and knocked twice.
   I still felt that all-encompassing need to feel him instead of just my own hand, but when he opened the door and stood there, a soft smile on his face, his cheeks a little red, probably feeling shy from what we’d just done on the phone, I felt the ache of what I’d been dealing with all week come back. I was tired again…not physically, but emotionally. Mentally.
   “You okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern. “You really have had a hard week, huh?”
   I stepped inside as he opened the door wider, and he shut it behind me. “It’s been shit. Frankly.”
   Chuck nodded, then spread his arms out a little in front of him, as though to say “here I am”. His offering was sweet, thoughtful, and completely selfless. And those words I kept repeating in my head all night were back. I am not a prude. I was going to prove it to Chuck, and I was going to prove it to myself. He was giving himself to me tonight.
   And it reminded me of the first night we’d had sex, how I’d had that naughty thought about using his body for whatever I wanted.
   He seemed a little curious about the bag as I set it down, but then I stood up straight again and untied the sash, sliding the coat down to the floor to reveal my completely bare figure. In a way, this was my offering to him. And he appreciated it greatly, I could tell, his eyes running from my blond hair, all the way down my breasts, stomach, sex, long legs, and finally to the heels I still wore.
   But then his eyes swept up and stopped, the awe disappearing, replaced by concern. “What happened?” he asked, his fingers so gentle as they stroked over the bruise under my ribcage.
   “Occupational hazard,” I said. “He got in a lucky kick.”
   Chuck nodded, the concern not leaving his furrowed brow, even as he smiled a little to match the reassuring smile I was giving him. And then he let his hands drop to his sides.
   “Whatever you want,” he breathed. “Whatever you need. This is allllll yours, baby,” he said, gesturing to himself with an adorably corny smolder. He wore jeans and a t-shirt that was a little crooked, his hair mussed.
   He was a damn gift. And I giggled, stepping close to undress him.
   I got his clothes off of him as fast as I could, my hands moving deftly, and he helped by lifting his arms, wiggling his hips, kicking his pants off to the side…
   When he was finally just as naked as I was, minus the heels, I led him to the couch and gave him a helpful little shove to make him sit. But he yelped in pain as he landed and pulled an XBox controller out from under him, wincing theatrically.
   I brought a hand to my mouth, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see it there!”
   He laughed, leaning forward to put the controller on the coffee table. “Serves me right for not putting away my damn controllers when I’m done with them.”
   I laughed too and crawled down over him, straddling his lap with my knees pressed to the couch on either side of him. After the week I’d had, it felt really good to be here, to be kneeling over him, his hands on my waist. All I had to worry about here was where to put my hands, how fast to go, what to say to turn him on. He was like my safe space, where I didn’t have to deal with my cases, other people’s marital issues, fights with best friends.
   And I had something to prove. I wondered if I should warn him first.
   And then I decided to just fuck him instead.
   I reached back to push my heels off of my feet, since they really served no actual purpose in this position, and then I situated myself over him, sinking onto his cock and humming in satisfaction. “God, you feel so good,” I whispered, squirming in his lap. He looked pleased by that, and then his eyelids fluttered and his head fell back, because I started riding him hard. Digging my knees into the cushion on either side of him, my hands holding onto the back of the couch, I ground myself back and forth, back and forth.
   His hands draped over my ass, not pulling me or guiding me, instead letting me dictate my own pace. Good. I was trying to make a point and I didn’t need him interrupting. I was inwardly amused by that thought as I bit my lip and rode him even harder. I started jerking my hips against him, getting him as deep as possible with each thrust. And every time my knees jammed against the cushion, there was a soft squeak of the springs.
   As I felt his fingers squeeze my ass, I halted with a gasp. “Lie down,” I commended, a little out of breath.
   Chuck shifted around, his cock still deep inside of me, and he lifted his legs to the other end of the couch and laid back, fixing the pillow under his back so that his neck wasn’t awkwardly jammed against the arm. I grabbed the back of the couch in my right hand and the arm in my left, and then I started bouncing heavily onto him. Our bodies slapped together loudly, interrupted only by the groan Chuck emitted.
   I unfolded my left leg and dropped it down next to the couch, bracing my foot on the floor and using it to bounce harder. I kicked off and let gravity bring me back down, over and over and over, my breasts bouncing so that it was almost a little uncomfortable. The couch creaked and squeaked, and mixed with the wet slap of us having sex and both of our wanton moans of ecstasy, it was almost too much to handle.
   But I wasn’t going to stop.
   I moved my right hand to his chest and teasingly tugged on his hair there, earning a breathy chuckle and a grin. And then I stopped bouncing and gyrated fast and hard instead.
   “Oooh, shit,” he breathed. “That’s it, Sarah. Just like that. Fuck!”
   “Nnnng!” I threw my head back and gasped. “Nnng I love your cock,” I panted. “Your cock is so good.”
   Chuck groaned and leaned up to suck on my tit, biting teasingly on my nipple. My hips jerked at the sensation and I gasped. “Say it again,” he demanded, and I grinned.
   “I love your cock,” I said. He caught my nipple between his teeth and pulled it towards him as I whimpered. “Oh shit! Do that again.” He did and I hissed through my teeth in pleasure.
   I started bouncing again, my hands on his shoulders, and he surprised me by grabbing onto the back of the couch in one hand and the edge of the cushion by his hip in the other, draping his right leg down like my left was and using that to bounce himself up to meet me.
   My teeth clicked together and I was thankful my tongue was nowhere near it, otherwise I might’ve bit it off. Keeping my jaw clenched, I whimpered through my nose and kept slamming myself against him, his cock pumping into my sex roughly.
   “Oh yeah!” I cried out, grabbing his jaw in both hands and kissing him hard, nipping at his lip with my teeth as I pulled back, then licking it to lave the bite. “Take it,” I whispered. “Take it, Chuck!”
   I gasped loudly then as he sat forward, pushing me back so that I was lying down, my body parallel to the couch. I put my hands on his thighs, which were on either side of me, and stretched my right leg, letting it fall limply over the arm behind him. He grabbed my hips and started slamming himself into me. I arched my back and moaned, feeling my climax creeping up on me.
   “Oh yes,” I gasped, arching again. “I’m gonna come. Make me come, Chuck!”
   He massaged my breast in one hand and kept fucking me for another minute or so, until I came hard, my body twitching as my voice caught in my throat.
   I turned my face into his shin which laid there beside me, and as the sensations of my orgasm rocked through me, I bit him hard. I heard him cry out in surprise, but I didn’t care. I just kept my teeth on him and gyrated my hips to make it last longer.
   When it ended, I gasped and shook my head. “Fuck that was amazing,” I muttered to myself, and then I looked and saw the bite marks on his leg. “Sorry for biting. Sort of.”
   He chuckled. “You are not. And I’m not either. I’ve never been bitten during sex before.”
   “Well I’ve never bitten anyone. So we’re even.” I grinned and let him slip his dick out of me, helping me to sit up.
   I wondered if I should’ve transitioned into it or something like that, but I wasn’t through yet, so I climbed up to my knees, turning away from him, and held onto the arm on the opposite end of the couch. I felt the cushions shift as he hurried to move up behind me. Before I could even plant my knees properly, he held the head of his dick up to my entrance and was gently slapping it there. “Oh, yes,” I breathed.
   He did, pushing himself into me with a strangled sound at the back of his throat. He held my hips and leaned forward so that his chest was against my back, and he began his thrusts from behind. He was very fluid and strong with his thrusts, and I could only imagine how good his ass must look clenching with each stroke.
   We fucked doggy style for a long time, until Chuck reached around and played with my clit, jerking it back and forth until I came again.
   I fell face first into the couch cushion, my orgasm finished.
   Chuck climbed up from the couch helped me stand, as I headed over and picked my trench coat up off the ground.
   “You can leave it,” he said from where he stood beside me. “It’s okay.”
   But I already had it in my hand, and I didn’t drop it again as he knelt down and lifted me up over his shoulder. I squealed and laughed. “You really like doing that, don’t you?” I asked, my hand on his ass cheek, squeezing, both to keep myself steady and to tease him.
   He merely laughed and carried me into his bedroom. He let me back down to my feet carefully and I belatedly realized my trench coat was still in my hand, so I draped it over the nightstand haphazardly and turned back to him, having already completely forgotten about it.
   Chuck cradled my face in his hands and leaned in to kiss me. I enjoyed it for awhile, his hands stroking over my body, and I snuck my own hand down to stroke his cock, and then I smirked inwardly when he pulled back and grinned cheesily, flopping backwards onto his bed and got comfortable against the pillows.
   On second thought, he sat up and pushed the duvet and sheets all the way down to the foot of the bed and then got comfortable again, reaching up for me. Apparently he wanted me on top. And I had no problem with that. I loved being able to control the pace, even though the times when he’d been in control were just as pleasurable.
   But I had an idea.
   So instead of straddling him and mounting him like I knew he expected, I got in between his legs and slung my arms underneath them, lifting so that he bent his knees, his feet in the air. He gave me a slightly dubious look, but he complied anyways, apparently trusting me.
   I sidled up and ground my crotch against his ass first, and then his balls, taking his cock in my hand and stroking it. “Stay there,” I breathed, bracing my knees on either side of his ass. I bent my left leg then so that my knee was wedged behind his, my foot flat against the mattress next to his hip, and I held his legs in place.
   And then I used my foot to raise myself up, slowly easing myself down again until his cock was halfway sheathed inside of me. Chuck opened his mouth and let out a breath whimper. “Oh shit,” he whispered. With my foot as leverage, I started lifting and dropping my hips, up and down, never taking in more than an inch or two with each movement.
   As I got going, I hunched over him, rubbing my hands up and down his chest, teasing his nipples. He looked so submissive like this and it was incredibly hot to see how much he was enjoying it, his eyes feasting on my breasts, then drifting down to watch my pussy take his cock over and over.
   But after a little while, when I started losing my rhythm because my leg was at a bit of an awkward angle, I lifted my foot and pulled my leg back to brace my knee on the mattress and mirror my other leg. But this meant I sank even lower onto his cock. As I knelt with his ass and balls pressed against my thighs, his cock incredibly deep inside of me, I held his legs up and started thrusting against him like he’d just done a few minutes earlier when he fucked me from behind.
   I spread my knees and braced them, then went to town on him, rocking hard, gasping repeatedly at how good it felt. “Oh yeah. Oh! Oh! Ohhh! Oh yeah, Chuck. Oh! Oh fuck yes!”
   “Oh my God,” he whimpered. “I love this,” he said.
   “Touch me,” I gasped, and he immediately reached down to roll my clit with his fingers. “Yes! Nnnng!”
   I leaned forward then, bracing my hands up under his pillow, hovering over him, his dick still deep inside of me, and I started bouncing into him with arching thrusts, fast and shallow. “Ahhh. Ahhhh yes. Ahhhh!”
   “Holy shit,” Chuck breathed. “Holy shit this is amazing.”
   “You like it like this?” I panted.
   “Oh, yeah!”
   “Want more?” I was trying to sound commanding, but my voice came out in a whimper. He just felt so fucking good. And then he pulled his fingers from my clitoris and reached around to give my ass a quick slap. “Oh!” He’d surprised me. And I loved it. “Do it again!” He did. “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I said through clenched teeth, my voice catching as he slapped my other ass cheek.
   That was it.
   I slammed myself onto his dick faster and harder, whimpering loudly.
   “Ahhhhh!” I cried out.
   “Ohhh shit!” Chuck let his head fall back and he groaned my name.
   I needed to come. I wanted it. So I pulled myself back up and moved my legs so that so that I was perched over him, leaning back so that his dick pushed against the front wall of my vagina. It hit my g-spot immediately as I leaned back even further, starting to buck against him. Our bodies smacked together over and over. “Ahh! Ahhh! Fuck, I’m coming,” I panted.
   It took maybe thirty more seconds of wild, slapping fucking before I came, and when I did, I yelled his name, my knees buckling so that I fell against him. We laid there scissoring one another for a little while. I needed to let my limbs rest.
   I pulled away and let him slip out of my folds, gesturing for him to move out of the way. He did so and I laid down on my belly, spreading my legs for him. It was his turn to put in the effort.
   I don’t know why, but I was really on a getting fucked from behind high tonight. Maybe it was something about the stark contrast between going from being totally in control to having no control whatsoever. Whatever it was, I cried out in joy when Chuck buried his cock in me.
   Our legs tangled together and he propped himself up at an angle, his palms against the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets.
   “Hard,” I gasped. “I need it hard.”
   He slammed into me hard, and the bed began to rock as he pounded me relentlessly.
   “Oooohhh!! Ohhh yeah! Oh yeah!” I said into the pillow.
   “You feel so good,” he panted. “Nnng…You’re the best.”
   I grinned, tilting my ass up to make it easier for him to fuck me. He took that as a hint that I wanted him to spank me, apparently, because he gave me a light slap on my ass. I giggled haltingly as our bodies jerked together. That hadn’t been what I was going for, but I wasn’t complaining.
   But then I heard something…my phone. It was ringing.
   I didn’t give a crap about the damn phone. And the fact that work might be calling because of the case didn’t even occur to me. I just wanted Chuck’s dick. I wanted to come again.
   I was going to just let it ring, but then it kept getting louder and my stupid phone went forever before it actually stopped and went to voicemail. So I decided to stop it myself.
   “W-Oh fuck! Keep going, Chuck! I have to…oh fuck yes…That’s where I want it. Right there. Shit!” I whimpered his name. “Hafta turn my phone—fuck!!!—” I figured he knew what I meant by then, and I shut up, reaching out as best I could to grapple with my coat and finally pulling my phone out of the pocket.
   Chuck slammed into me fast and hard, our bodies slapping loudly, and my finger slipped on the keypad. I had no idea whether or not I sent the call to voicemail, but I didn’t give a fuck anymore, and I dropped the phone away from me. Chuck slid his hands around my waist and pulled me up, bending his legs to brace his knees on either side of me, and then he thrust against me wildly.
   “Ffffuck! Oh, fuck me! Just like that! Oh yeeeaah!”
   He growled.
   “I’m almost there,” he panted after a few seconds of hard fucking.
   The slapping sound was loud since our bodies were slick with sweat. Chuck’s fingers were slipping a little, so he reached up with one hand and held onto my shoulder, using it to yank me back against his thrusts. God, he was going so fast and hard. We were both panting.
   “Come inside me,” I whimpered. “I want to feel you come in me!”
   He shifted on the mattress so that he was upright, kneeling with his shins flat against the mattress. I spread my legs on either side of his hips and reached up to brace my hands against the headboard of my bed. He grabbed my hips and drilled into me. He yanked me onto his cock as he thrust roughly, his strokes long, deep, and slow.
   I squeaked with each thrust, breathing hard, bracing myself.
   And then I felt him spill into me, so warm and wet. “Sarah…” he whimpered, his cock throbbing inside of me as he ejaculated. He finally pulled out of me and caught himself before he could flop to the side.
   I turned my face into the pillow and groaned. Sure, I hadn’t orgasmed this time, but that hadn’t made it any less enjoyable. And that hadn’t detracted from the handful of times I’d already climaxed tonight.
   We just splayed out on top of his bed for awhile. Neither of us said anything. We didn’t have to. And maybe that was one of the best parts of this arrangement. Besides the actual sex. Obviously. God, the sex. I grinned to myself and took a deep breath.
   For a few minutes, as we laid there, I thought about just staying here. We could just keep going until we fell asleep, and in the morning, I could get one more really good lay out of him and go to work feeling relaxed and good about things for once.
   But then I remembered that wasn’t what this was. This wasn’t my boyfriend lying here next to me, staring at the ceiling with a content smile on his face, his hand distractedly resting on the small of my back.
   That wasn’t what I wanted or needed right now. I couldn’t handle that sort of distraction from my professional life. I really couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. The relationships I’d been in before were distractions. The drama, the fights, the way I had always felt at odds with them, the lying and distrust. It just made sense that whoever I dated next would be the same. And I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t ready for the commitment. I wasn’t ready for the drama.
   “Can I say something? I know this is a really nice, silent moment, and we’re both enjoying it a lot and stuff, so we can go back to that after…”
   I smiled to myself at his quiet rambling. “You can say something,” I said, still smiling at the way he’d actually waited for my permission.
   “I guess I just want you to know that I really like this.” I felt a bit of nerves at that, and I was glad he couldn’t see my face. “And I think I wouldn’t mind using this…I mean, um…us…what we’re doing…our situation…this whole lots-of-sex-and-not-much-else thing…Maybe we could, uh, explore a little. Like, other things. I’m sorry, I am not very good at using my words tonight, I think you broke my brain.”
   I was so relieved that I laughed, turning over to look at him with a massive grin on my face. I thought he was going to go personal and say something about feelings. And I had nothing to worry about. Because he was just trying to find a way to say he wanted us to try new things during sex. It was adorable how shy he was about it. And even now he was blushing. Probably didn’t help that I was laughing at him.
   I stifled the laughter quickly. “Sorry,” I breathed. “Didn’t mean to laugh. I’m just glad, that’s all. I’d…like that.”
   And then I slid a little closer to him. “We can try some stuff. But it’ll have to be later. I should probably get home.”
   “Right, of course. Going to work tomorrow?”
   “Yeah. Big case.”
   “Right. Big case. Well, good luck.” And then he paused, and I thought I saw a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Mind if I give you a good luck kiss before you go?” He pushed himself up and reached over me to brace himself beside my hip as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “You can spare a little more time, can’t you?”
   I smiled up at him and shrugged a shoulder. “I could use some luck.”
   He lowered himself down slowly, our noses brushing. I tilted my face up a little, preparing to kiss him. I felt his breath against my lips, and then he was gone. I frowned a little and watched as he smirked and slid down my body.
   Oh hell yes.
His mouth closed over my sex and I immediately felt his tongue blanket my entrance. He licked me over and over, then pressed his face even further against me, sucking and probing.
   This was quite the kiss, I thought to myself as I let my head fall back to the pillow and moaned. I opened my legs wider for him and just let myself enjoy.
   He licked up to my clit and captured it between his lips, sucking and flicking with his tongue as I gasped. And then he slid two fingers inside of me.
   “Yes!” I yelped, my hips jerking. He went in deep, then curled his fingers against my g-spot. “Oh fuck yes!”
   His chuckle sent a spark straight through my clit and deep into my sex. I reached down and combed my fingers through his hair. And then he removed his fingers and laid his tongue against my slit again, shaking his head back and forth and humming at how good I tasted, I assumed. And as he slid his tongue into my entrance, my fingers tightened on his curls and tugged.
   He groaned, his eyelids fluttering, and then he went in faster, harder. He was eating me out with a fury, laying a hand on me just below my belly button and rolling my clit with his thumb as he sucked on me.
   “Oh keep going,” I panted, and then I whimpered his name and decided to look down the planes of my body to watch him. He was so into it. And I didn’t think it had much to do with the fact that it stroked his ego to hear me moan and whimper. I legitimately believed that he loved doing this. He was just one of those men who thoroughly enjoyed eating pussy.
   He moved to suck on my clit again, his fingers sliding into me and stroking my g-spot once more. I cried out and pulled his hair again, feeling and hearing him chuckle softly. And his fingers pumped fast and hard. He was working to get me off again.
   Chuck built me up all the way to the very edge, and just before I tumbled over, that beautiful ache in my lower belly about to explode into something so much better, he pulled his fingers out and moved his face away, blowing cool air gently onto my sex so that I shivered.
   “Oohhh God why?” I whimpered in a strangled voice.
   He laughed, his features set in absolute glee at my sincere outburst. “That was amazing.”
   I bit my lip and blushed, shaking my head. “I hate you.”
   Chuck just laughed some more and I squirmed a little bit, lifting my foot and setting it on his ass, curling my toes to squeeze him a little bit. “Fine, fine…” He moved down to start licking at me again, his lips massaging me between the lips of my vagina, his tongue flicking my entrance, then pushing in again.
   He built me up to the edge again, eating me with vigor, his fingers rubbing my groin just above my clit as I arched my hips against his face. “Oh that’s it,” I panted. “I’m gonna come.”
   Right before I climaxed, he pulled away again, laughing harder as I swept my hand around to smack him in the shoulder. I laughed, too, pointing my finger at him and glaring. “This is not cool, Bartowski.”
   “I’m not cool,” he agreed, shrugging. “Remember? I’m a nerd.”
   “You’re an asshole, is what you are.”
   But that just made him laugh harder. I rolled my eyes and turned my face into the pillow. In spite of wanting that last finish, I was thoroughly amused and pleased with his teasing. The jerk.
   He held me down then, still grinning, and started licking me again.
   God, it really did feel amazing. He was so fucking talented. I could hear him slurp and suck my wetness, incredibly turned on by the soft hums he kept making, like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. It stroked my ego, for sure.
   Again, I was at the edge a few minutes later, and when he pulled away, I let out a frustrated growl, ready to grab him by his damn gorgeous head of locks and yank his face back down to my pussy. But he dodged my hand and shoved his fingers into me, three of them this time, and he pumped me roughly, wild and fast, the pads of his fingers grinding over my g-spot hard.
   He finger fucked me until I actually came, and I did so with a sharp outcry. My body shuddered and my legs tensed around him. He pumped me slowly, stroking my spot, easing me down from the highest of highs as I panted his name repeatedly.
   I told myself silently that his teasing had only made the actual outcome that much better, and I thought it said a lot about him if he’d known what he was doing the whole time. The genius.
   “That was amazing,” I moaned, “And I still hate you.”
   He chuckled, sitting up beside me and pushing his hands through his hair. I got prime viewing of his back and arm muscles flexing as he did so and I nearly preened. “Bottle that up for next time.”
   Okay, well…that was hot. And I thought silently to myself that I might just do that.
   I’d heard fantastic things from Carina about angry sex.
   And as I gathered up my things and slid the clothes on from my bag that was beside the door, I decided that whether I stayed here for the night or not, tomorrow already felt like it would be a better day.
   That was…until I got into my car and checked my phone.

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