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Chuck Versus the Pillow	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 10584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Chuck Versus the Pillow
- 1
   Chuck walked down the hallway with a grin on his face, a bag with his and Sarah’s favorite breakfast clutched in one hand and a holder with two coffees, one with cream for him and without for her, in is other hand.
   He knew she liked to sleep in a little bit longer, as she wasn’t usually a morning person. He’d figured this out even before they started dating. And since Paris, the only way he’d gotten her to wake up in a timely manner in the mornings he’d stayed over at her hotel, or vice versa when she stayed in his room, was by ducking under the covers and licking her awake. She called him her alarm clock. And every so often he wondered if she wasn’t just faking to get him to eat her out ever since he did it the first time on the train.
   But they’d slept apart last night for no real reason except that was just the way it happened. She’d been at her hotel and he’d been at his apartment in Echo Park. And even though he’d missed having her lithe, soft but muscular body pressed against his while he slept, it had to be said that he’d gotten a lot of sleep. Not that he didn’t sleep well with Sarah in bed next to him. It was just that they usually got up to things before falling asleep, and it was a toss-up how long they would fool around instead of sleeping.
   He was bright eyed and bushy tailed now, and so he decided to drop in on Sarah on their day off, bringing her favorite breakfast. And if she wanted to sleep longer, he would just climb into bed with her. They could sleep in together and eat their breakfast later.
   It was a win win situation.
   But because she might still be asleep, he made sure to be extremely quiet as he used the key she’d given him to gently open the door and step inside, shutting it silently behind him.
   What he saw when he turned back made him stop dead in his tracks, even as his body reacted violently and suddenly.
   Sarah was still in bed, as he thought she’d be.
   But instead of being asleep, she was facing away from him, her knees bent beneath her body, a pillow wedged tightly in between her legs. She was completely naked and totally engrossed in what she was doing. And with the soft whimpers coming out of her, she was absolutely enjoying it.
   Chuck couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Because he had never seen anything so unbelievably hot in his life. His girlfriend was masturbating with a pillow.
   He just watched her, staring, salivating. Glad that he’d thought to shut the door, considering the gasps and moans. She was almost being…a little loud. Certainly not as loud as she was with him, but wow. He was so turned on.
   And then she shifted on the bed a little, reaching down to make sure the pillow stayed between her legs. And she laid flat on her belly, grabbing the edge of her bed in one hand and bracing the other against the headboard. Digging her feet into the mattress, she began frantically rubbing her sex into the pillow, thrusting as though she was riding someone’s cock. And it was a moment later when he discovered whose cock she was imagining inside of her.
   “Unngg! Nnng! Oh God, Chuck! Yes!” She gasped and turned her face into the sheets beneath her, muffling her moans. “Chuck! You feel so good! Oh, fuck me! That’s it, baby!”
   She slammed her hand against the headboard then, as though the pleasure was excruciating. And then she pushed herself back up, her knees bent again, and she grabbed the pillow in both hands and started bouncing erratically, her head tilted back.
   “Oh Chuck!”
   Chuck couldn’t stop watching her. He was so turned on. Every part of him ached to join in, but at the same time he wanted to see this through. He wanted to see her make herself come while thinking of him being inside of her.
   Her hair was falling over her shoulders, and he could see her profile. Her face was contorted in absolute ecstasy and she was repeatedly panting his name. Then he watched as Sarah reached up to knead her own breasts, still bouncing against the pillow between her legs. After a few moments of that, she started grinding again, shoving her hand between her body and the pillow and rubbing her clit. “Oh yes, Chuck. Touch me. Make me come. Chuuuuuck!”
   She was close. He could see it with the way her body was so tense, her movements erratic. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Almost there, Chuck. Yes! Fuck!”
   Sarah came hard, her body twitching, a wet spot growing on the pillow case. He could barely see it between her gloriously strong thighs. And he thought maybe now would be a good time to announce his presence.
   But by the time he opened his mouth to do it, she turned over to flop onto her back and her blue eyes met his brown ones. She sat up and froze, her eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. “Chuck? W-How did you get in here without me knowing?”
   It was a little silly the way she pulled the pillow up to cover her lower half. Like he hadn’t seen it so many times before. Touched it. Tasted it. Penetrated it.
   “You were sort of busy. I-Um…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just walk in here. But I thought you’d be sleeping and if you were I was gonna let you…But I um…There’s breakfast.”
   She giggled and covered her face. Even though she covered it, he could see how incredibly embarrassed she was. “God, when did you come in?”
   “Um a-about halfway through? Actually I don’t know how long you were at it. But I um…I saw quite a bit.” She grabbed the pillow and smashed it against her face. “No, it’s not—It isn’t your fault! I shouldn’t have just stood here like an idiot. I should have told you I was here but…”
   Sarah lowered the pillow and peeked over it at him. She looked so young, which felt strange after what he’d just seen her do. “But you liked it.”
   Now it was his turn to blush. “I couldn’t help but notice you calling out my name. What kind of guy wouldn’t like that?” He kept it to himself that he definitely had a wet spot in his boxers thanks to the show she’d unknowingly put on for him.
   “It’s because I was thinking of you.”
   “Oh yeah?” A grin stretched across his face.
   She shrugged and tossed the pillow against the headboard, running her hands through her hair and crossing her legs in front of her. “It’s just that we’ve spent so many nights together and I’m used to waking up in the morning and…you know, one of us always makes a move. And when I’m here waking up alone, I have to find some other way. And it feels good to think of you while I do it.”
   He smirked, feeling a little smug, which made him more cocky and cheeky than he usually was. He crossed to the table by the window and set their breakfast down. “Tell me something, Agent Walker. Is this something you’ve done before?” He turned back to her and crossed his arms. “I mean, masturbating and thinking about me.”
   She shrugged. “Maybe.”
   “Hmmm…I see.” He affected the behavior of a psychiatrist and cleared his throat, toeing out of his shoes and walking closer to the bed. “And about how long have you been doing this? Since Paris? …Or before?”
   He would be lying if he didn’t admit to lonely nights in bed when he’d turned his back to the surveillance camera and slid his hand down the front of his boxers, carefully jacking off as he shut his eyes and imagined Sarah’s hand instead of his own, her lips against his, the feeling of her soft hair against his face, his name on her lips. He’d whispered her name under his breath, always conscious of what the camera footage might pick up.
   “If I told you the truth, you’d get too cocky and I’m not sure you wouldn’t stay that way all day.”
   “I thought you liked me cocky.”
   “I only like it because it’s such a rare occasion, baby.”
   “Just tell me.” He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down at her. She stretched her legs out, still naked, her sex damp, her cheeks still tinged with pink—and he wasn’t sure if it was from her orgasm or from the embarrassment of him having seen her masturbating and yelling his name. God, he’d never get over this. It was so hot.
   “Fine. Yes. Before Paris. But…only a few times.”
   He grinned, feeling his heart beat madly against his chest. “That’s pretty fantastic, I’m not gonna lie.”
   Chuck wanted to make sure she knew he meant that sincerely, and that he wasn’t laughing at her. It really did make him feel good knowing she’d not only cared about him all these years, but she’d also been physically attracted to him. “Well…you were honest with me. And I feel like I owe you something for creepily watching you masturbate just now—which I have to apologize…again…because it was really really friggin’ hot but I shouldn’t have done it.” He paused as she smirked, and he could tell she didn’t hold it against him, nor was she upset. If anything she was still a little embarrassed, but there was also a heat in her gaze that made him want to get this over with. “So here’s me being honest, Sarah. You already know I’ve loved you since…well, since the beginning. The very beginning.” She smiled softly. “I have also, from time to time, uhhh you know…” He made a fist and mimicked jacking himself off a bit before sticking both hands in his jean pockets. “…While thinking of you. Since the beginning. Which is probably a little weird but you’re seriously so gorgeous. And I am just so crazy about you. And it wasn’t, like, super often. Just when I was…” He looked at her sincerely, a bit of a bittersweet smile on his face. “When I was lonely, I guess.”
   She tilted her head and took a deep breath. “God, I’m so glad things are different now. Not that it stopped me, obviously. But I needed you and all I had was that pillow.” She shrugged coyly.
   “Well…I’m here now. With breakfast.” She smirked and crooked her finger, looking up at him through her eyelashes and spreading her legs. “Or we can do breakfast later.”
   “Later.”
   “Okay,” he chirped, already tugging his T-shirt over his head and tossing it away. He unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them quickly and clumsily lifting his legs one at a time to yank his socks off his feet.
   With just his boxers left, he looked up to see Sarah watching him intently, smiling, her eyes alight in absolute desire. Chuck pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them then, thinking about Sarah with a pillow between her legs, grinding against it, gasping and sighing, yelping his name, imagining him inside of her.
   He just had to fuck her better than a pillow. Or they might have a problem.
   Determined to make her scream his name, he crawled onto the bed, shoving the sheets all the way to the foot of the bed and out of his way, positioning himself between her thighs. He braced his knees against the mattress, much like Sarah had when she was humping her pillow, and he grabbed her hips in a tight grip. Then he scooted them both up a little and stacked the pillows behind her so that she was propped up at a thirty degree angle.
   Chuck’s cock was already hard from watching his girlfriend masturbate, so it was easy to enter her. And he did so with relish, fast and efficient, until he was buried to the hilt. She gasped and whimpered, her legs still spread wide to accommodate him. “Nnnng. Oh Sarah…”
   She grinned up at him and gave him an encouraging thrust that made both of them gasp. “Come on, baby. I’ve been waiting for you.”
   That was right. She had been waiting for him, which was why she’d had to masturbate in the first place. Well then, he’d better make it worth her wait.
   Determination in every last fibre of his being, Chuck Bartowski grabbed her legs in each hand and lifted them until the backs of her knees were propped on his shoulders. Sarah gasped giving him an astonished but appraising look. Spreading his knees a little on the mattress, he wrapped his arms around her legs and grabbed her by her waist with both hands. Chuck shoved himself into her hard, sudden. He repeated it over and over. The bed rocked with his thrusts and he knew by the look on her face that this was better than fucking a pillow. That didn’t mean he never wanted her to do it again. Not that she needed his permission to get herself off. She didn’t need his permission for anything.
   But he had to focus on the here and now because he was currently having hot sex with the woman of his dreams, the woman he loved more than anything in the world. And she was whimpering so wonderfully.
   He lowered his torso a little, bending Sarah’s legs back a bit more, and he aligned his face with hers. They met gazes, purple, lust swirling in her gorgeous blue eyes that he got lost in so easily from the first moment he met her.
   And then he clutched her tighter and started making his thrusts even harder, forcing himself to keep eye contact with her while he fucked her.
   “Yes! Nnng, oh yes Chuck.”
   “Sarah! You feel so good. Oh God you feel amazing.”
   “Oh my God! Fuck!”
   He made his strokes even harder and Sarah suddenly reached up to slam both hands against the headboard, opening her mouth wide and moaning from deep within her chest. He scooted his knees up a little further on the mattress for better leverage, moving his hands higher up her sides and pulling her into his thrusts. He growled and quickened his pace, almost driven mad by the sound their bodies made as they slammed together.
   “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhh GOD HNNNGGG!!!” Her walls clenched around his cock as she climaxed, her mouth opened wide in absolute ecstasy, her chest heaving. He kept going, thrusting hard against her as she squirmed in the throes of her orgasm. “Ah! Oh yes!”
   And when he knew she was finished, he stopped, letting her catch her breath, panting himself as he gently eased her legs off of his shoulders and back to the bed.
   “Oh my God. I can’t even feel anything. Except for my teeth. I can feel my teeth. Is that normal?” she panted, slapping a hand against her forehead and attempting to control her breathing.
   Chuck laughed, leaning down to kiss her softly and quickly, since she needed to breathe after all. And then he pulled out of her and flopped onto his back. “That was amazing.”
   “Amazing?” She scoffed, pushing her hands through her hair and squirming in pleasure, humming. “You’re kidding, right? Me and that pillow? That was amazing. What just happened here…” She flicked her thumb between them. “…was earth-shattering.”
   He couldn’t help but grin at that. “Pillow 1, Chuck 2,” he muttered, causing her to giggle breathlessly.
   “Chuck two hundred,” she corrected. “Holy fuck.” Sarah paused. “Literally.”
   That had him laughing again.
   Chuck’s eyes slipped shut and he ignored the pressure in his lower half from not finishing when she did. But then he was forced to pay attention to it when he felt her fingers curl around his hard cock and start pumping her fist up and down.
   “Oh.” His eyes snapped open and he looked down his body. Sarah was lying right beside him, reaching down with her right hand to pleasure him. “Jesus, that’s good,” he gasped, wrapping his hands up in the sheet beneath him.
   Sarah surprised him again when she sat up and swung a leg over him, still bobbing her fist up and down, squeezing. She lowered her wet pussy onto his thighs and gyrated in a circle, still focusing her efforts on the hand job he was currently receiving.
   Then she raised herself up onto her knees and scooted so that her sex hovered over his cock, bracing one hand on the mattress next to his hip and angling his shaft with the other, easing just the tip inside of her. Chuck lifted his gaze to her face. God, the look she had in her eyes set him on fire. And he growled her name low in his throat as she teased, gently lowering herself halfway onto his shaft, then lifting herself so that just the tip was in her again.
   She did it a few times and he just watched, his fists twisting in the sheets as he strained to keep his gaze on the place where she was teasing him.
   And suddenly, just like that, she jammed herself into his lap. His cock disappeared inside of her and his torso lurched up off the mattress. “Sarah! Ungg!!!”
   Sarah didn’t waste any time. She rode him hard, twisting her fingers into the hair at the top of his head and bracing her other hand on his chest. “Fuck! Nnnng you’re so big, Chuck. You’re so big!”
   Her fingers tightened in his hair and he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Pull my hair.”
   “Oh yes! Yes!” She tugged on his hair and he winced, letting go of the sheets with one hand and grabbing her tit. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple while he kneaded her soft, round breast…all the while getting fucked hard by Sarah’s grinding thrusts.
   “Bounce on my cock!”
   She smiled and let go of his hair, bracing one hand on his thigh behind her and pressing the other just above his belly button. Sarah bounced hard, her breasts jiggling, her head thrown back as she gasped his name. “Fuck, that’s so good. Oh Chuck, yes!”
   He could feel the pressure building. He was almost there. “I’m almost there, Sarah. Oh God!”
   “Come on, baby. Come for me. I want your cum inside of me.” She leaned forward and braced her hands against the headboard, bucking wildly on his cock. He let out a strangled gasp and leaned up to take her nipple in his mouth, suckling it as she whimpered his name. He bucked his own hips up into hers as they bounced on the mattress.
   It was absolutely wild, and it didn’t take long for him to finish after she tangled her fingers in his hair and gave his curls another sudden tug. “Ahhh! Oh God, Sarah! Hnnggg!!!!” He exploded inside of her, his hot seed spurting deep into her caverns. Chuck arched himself off the mattress, thrusting into her, trying to empty himself.
   She continued to rock on top of him, her own body spasming with her climax as he squirted into her own more time.
   They both went limp and she crashed into his chest. He caught her and held her tightly, refusing to pull out of her as they kissed passionately.
   Not the worst way to begin a day off, Chuck thought to himself in utter satisfaction. And they spent the rest of the morning continuing to explore. All because of one pillow.
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