Chapter 4

Unfortunately I still don't own Chuck.

Caution: This chapter contains mature content.

Friday took a long time to come around for Sarah. Luckily, because no-one except Carina had known of her date, she only had to endure the third degree from her, but that was enough. Chuck and her texted every day in the intervening days although he was busy helping his sister and her boyfriend unpack their stuff.

Both Wednesday and Thursday nights he sent her an encouraging text before her shift, telling her to knock 'em dead. She found that she was much more confident with his support behind her, and it meant that going up to groups, something she'd never done much of in the past, was easier. That meant she snagged a number of group VIP sessions which were substantially more lucrative. She took home over a thousand dollars on Wednesday and fifteen hundred on Thursday.

Finally, Friday arrived and she again obsessed about what to wear, before deciding to wear what she normally would to go into the club. He had made sure to emphasize to just be relaxed and that was, after all, why they were having dinner in his room so that she didn't have to complicate things. After all, he'd seen her naked anyway, so it wasn't like she had to worry too much about dressing herself up. He'd obviously liked what he saw since he'd kept remarking about how gorgeous she was.

She settled on black leggings, sneakers and a long blue woollen sweater which hung just below her hips. She thought it was a nice combination between practical and stylish. She added a pair of blue crystal stud earrings and blue nail polish to the ensemble just to jazz it up a little.

She'd decided to grab dinner from a Turkish place she knew just around the corner from the club. It was a tiny bistro which made most of its money from takeout, but also had a few tables where she and Carina, and sometimes some of the other girls from the club, had met during the summer. They'd packed the order up and six twenty found her waiting outside Chuck's hotel in the agreed place.

"Hi Sarah!" He was a little early again, but so was she. "Wow, you look amazing!" he said as he wrapped her up in a tight hug, being careful not to jostle the bag full of food. "I thought we were doing dress down," he joked, gesturing to his dark jeans and T-shirt.

"This is dress down, you goof," she told him leaning up to give him a kiss. Given that they were right outside his hotel with lots of foot traffic she made it a chaste one, but she hoped she'd get more once they were inside. They'd only kissed a few times, but he really was an outstanding kisser.

"Come on, let's head upstairs," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her into the hotel and then into the elevator. She had an impression of light wood panelling and gleaming brasswork before they got to the elevator. He pulled his key card out and waved it over the sensor before pressing the button for his floor which, she saw, was quite high up the building.

"Was your trip OK?" he asked. She'd shared that she took public transport in on the nights she worked and normally took a taxi home. It was safer that way when she may be carrying large amounts of cash on her.

"Yeah, same as usual," she replied. "Bit busier and a different type of clientele, but pretty much the same."

"That smells gorgeous," he observed, nodding at the bag as the elevator arrived at their floor. "What have you got us?"

"It's Turkish," she said. "Kebabs and salad. Nice and light but we go to the restaurant a lot and it's great food."

"I can't wait," he told her as they got to his door. "Of course, I'm looking forward to the company as well!"

She grinned, as he opened the door and waved her in. She could not believe the size of the room. "Wow Chuck!" she gasped. "This is almost as big as my apartment!" They were in a sitting area which boasted a TV and sofa as well as a dining table and three chairs.

"Yeah, it's great isn't it?" he observed. "The company's paying so I can set it off against tax. Here, put that down and I'll give you the tour." He gestured and she put the food bag and her purse down on the table and he grasped her hand and showed her into the next room, a bedroom with a huge bed.

"Damn me!" she exclaimed. "I've seen rooms smaller than that bed!"

"Right?" he observed. "It's decadent, and in here," he gestured, opening the door. "The bathroom."

The bathroom was amazing as well, all glass and small navy blue ceramic tiles on the walls and yellow stone floor tiles. The walk-in shower was immense. "Damn," she observed again.

"Anyway," he said and she could hear the grin in his voice, even if she wasn't facing him at that moment. "There's something I've been meaning to do since we got up here," and she felt a jerk on her arm which pulled her back to face him. He reached out and cupped her cheek, his eyes questioning, and she grinned and leaned forward into the kiss. They kissed for what felt like hours but must just have been minutes, tongues and lips rubbing against one another and his hands running up and down her back and through her hair.

Eventually they parted and she stood there cradled against him. "Sorry, it's just you looked so amazing, and I had to really coach myself not to jump you in public," he grinned.

"Don't apologize," she told him. "I felt the same way. But it was worth the wait."

"Was it?" he asked, leaning in again and she leaned into him as well. This kiss was less hungry but more sensual for it. It was like he had been concentrating on reading what she liked in their last kisses and now he focused on those things. She didn't even try to suppress the moan of arousal as he rubbed his tongue over hers and stroked the skin at the nape of her neck.

She pulled back, slightly out of breath. "If we carry on like that, there'll be no dinner," she said.

"You're right," he replied. "It's just that you're so gorgeous and kissing you feels so perfect."

She touched his lips with her finger. "I love kissing you too," she said, "And I'm sure we can come back to it after, but I need to eat, otherwise I'll be bloated when I get to the club."

"Of course," he agreed with an easy smile. "Well, we're here if you want to freshen up and I'll just head outside and plate the food. You take your time."

The bathroom really was to die for, and she took her time, using the soap, the hand cream and even exploring the vanity set. When she came out, he was grinning at her and the food was on the table, sitting on white China plates. He asked about wine and she, with regret, said that she'd have soda if that was OK because she didn't like to drink before working. He grinned and gave her Coke while he had Seven Up.

They sat and ate and talked and then, when the food was finished, they talked some more. Him telling her about Ellie's place and his life in California, and her talking a little about her life with Molly and her day to day existence. She'd never shared like this with anyone else and she enjoyed it. He never judged unless she asked what he thought and, even then, he wasn't disparaging at all. Part of the reason for that, it seemed, was that he'd come from poverty. There wasn't money in the family and both he and Ellie had needed scholarships to go to university and they'd worked their way up from nothing. He knew what it was like to do jobs that you didn't like but had to do to keep your head above water.

She shared about how she didn't particularly like stripping, but it was all she was able to do while her mom was dying to raise sufficient funds to allow them to live, and about how she'd just continued to do it afterwards. She talked about how, when she got home, the first thing she did was to wash the club off in the shower. She talked about how ninety percent of the men she danced for were polite and respectful but how a small minority had roving hands and didn't like to be told "no" and how a small few were so bad they had to be thrown out.

"I'm so sorry you have to put up with that Sarah," he told her, pulling her hand which had been conjoined with his for the whole meal up to his lips. She gave a tremulous smile as he kissed it, and she knew that she would remember this non-sexualized gesture of support for a very long time.

Eventually it came time for her to go to work and she was loathe to leave. It had been a brilliant evening and they had learnt a lot about each other. It was getting to the point where she felt closer to Chuck than almost any other person in the world apart from Molly. She knew she needed to have the conversation with him about her history soon, but she didn't want to do it now and ruin this fantastic night.

They clambered to their feet off the sofa that they'd been necking on for the past fifteen minutes. She'd never had a boyfriend who wouldn't have groped her in that position, but Chuck had been a perfect gentleman, keeping his hands to reasonable places except when she'd got sick of his gentlemanliness and physically placed his hands on her ass. Even then his hands hadn't strayed anywhere they shouldn't.

"I guess you need to freshen up again," he said, struggling with a huge smile. She was sure there was one on her face as well. "There's a toothbrush in there for you," he added. "I didn't know if you have one at the club and I thought you'd want to make sure there's no dinner in your teeth. Although," and here he gave a big grin, "I'm pretty sure I got everything!"

She returned the grin. "I'm pretty sure you did too Chuck," she replied, "But thanks for thinking of me. That was really sweet."

"It's all part of the Bartowski service policy," he said as she made for the bathroom, "We want to make sure we satisfy all our customers."

She turned and winked at him. "Well, this customer is very satisfied. Although now she's wondering about the next level of service!" And with that she turned and went into the bathroom, enjoying the look of absolute shock on his face.

Pre-Chuck Sarah would have been surprised that she genuinely was contemplating third and fourth base with him. He was the first man that she'd considered sleeping with since her mom had died. She'd been on a number of dates between getting out of prison and her mom dying, mostly before her mom was ill, but none of them had really gone anywhere beyond the physical. She'd lost her virginity at school but none of her relationships from that time had ever had any legs to them either. Moving around all the time made it difficult to make lasting friendships. Out of all the men she'd slept with, she'd never really had strong feelings about any of them. They were just a way to scratch an itch.

Certainly not to the extent that she liked Chuck, and she wondered if that was the missing link. And if she were realistic, she still remembered the way that he'd described what he'd do to her body that night. She'd wondered at the time whether lovers like that genuinely existed. Now, she thought that Chuck may indeed be such a sharing lover and she wanted that for herself. She really wanted it.

She finished brushing her teeth, checked her hair and her lips (she'd do her final makeup once she got to the club – it was just to make sure that Carina or any of the other girls couldn't see what she'd been doing) and opened the door.

Chuck was standing in the middle of the bedroom and he looked nervous. She raised her eyebrows at him interrogatively.

"Um Sarah," he started and then he flushed. What was making him so nervous? Sarah wondered. "If you genuinely did want to explore the next level of the Bartowski service policy, I can give you my spare room key," he offered. "With Molly away, I wondered maybe if you'd like to stay over."

She was shocked. Pleasantly shocked by the offer – she hadn't expected him to be so forward.

"I know it's a big move up in our relationship," he rambled on looking very uncomfortable, "So I thought I'd leave it in your hands. Here's the key," and he handed it to her. "If you want to stay over after you've finished work, you'd be very welcome."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "For sleeping Chuck?"

"For whatever you want Sarah," he replied, giving a small smile.

"And if a girl wanted the next level of service?" she flirted.

"Then we're committed to ensure that our customers are fully satisfied," he replied in the same manner.

She looked down at the key card in her hand, and then at him. "Then I'll see you later Chuck," she said. The decision was easy from her point of view. "Now give me a goodbye kiss."

He did, and holding on to her treasure, she grinned at him, grabbed her bag and set out for work.

By 2am Sarah was regretting coming into work at all. The beginning of the night had gone well. Buoyed by the knowledge that she'd be seeing Chuck again later, she'd been on a mission and snagged a group of businessmen for the VIP. But they'd left to go clubbing at 1am and, since then, it had been tough going. She'd done her contracted pole dances in both the VIP and the downstairs bar and snagged a few private dances off of them, but by 1.30am the clientele was thinning out and it was difficult to find new clients.

And there was another problem. Her head. Since she had been idle, her imagination was working overtime, looking forward to what she'd do with Chuck later in the night, and that was having knock on effects on her body. Most specifically between her legs where she was dripping wet, and her nipples which were hard as bullets. This meant that she had a huge damp patch on her underwear and her bra was rubbing against her sensitive nipples. That had the added impact of rubbing her sensitive parts against her clothes when she walked, further stimulating her.

Eventually at just after 2am she decided she couldn't take it any more and went to see Gary the duty manager to ask if it was OK to leave. She lied about having a headache and hoped he couldn't smell the arousal on her. She seemed to get away with it, because he let her go. Not bothering to change, she simply kicked off her heels and put on her sneakers, stuffed the leggings in a bag, pulled her sweater over her dress, pushed the seven hundred bucks she'd made (net of the club's costs) into her bag, and headed for the employees exit.

She was in the elevator at Chuck's hotel by 2.30am. She got to his door and gave a gentle knock, then triggered the keycard and entered the room.

"Sarah?" he asked, rather shocking her. It was quite dark in the room, but she could see the light from his laptop at the desk where he'd obviously been working. Otherwise the room was just lit by lights from the bedroom through the semi-closed door.

"Not in bed Chuck?" she asked, pausing to let her eyes acclimatize to the semi-darkness.

"I thought it was nicer if I stayed up to wait for you," he admitted, "But I hadn't expected you this early."

"It was a quiet night," she said as he closed the distance on her and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her on the cheek.

"I'm so glad you're here," he told her. "Why don't you go and have a shower and get ready for bed? There's one of those trendy shower caps in there for your hair, and I think you saw the body cream earlier. There's towels and slippers in there."

"Thanks Chuck, I will," she said, happy that he'd listened to her comments about washing the club off. She kicked her shoes off, pulled her sweater over her head and pulled off her dress, dropping both on a chair as she enjoyed his gasp.

"Still like the view Chuck?" she teased.

"You're always breath-taking Sarah," he replied. "Clothes on or off."

"Good one Chuck," she admitted, nodding her head. "By the way Chuck," she added as she got to the door. "If I'm the only one naked when I come out of here, I'm gonna be quite upset." She snapped off her bra, tossed it in his direction without looking and stepped into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her.

The shower was to die for. In addition to the rainforest shower head, which she couldn't really enjoy to its fullest extent because of the shower cap, it had jets of water coming from the sides as well. If it wasn't the middle of the night, she could have easily stayed in there for half an hour, but she kept it down to a few minutes, enjoying massaging the beautifully scented shower gel into her skin. Eventually she turned the water off and wrapped one of the amazingly fluffy towels around her and started stripping off her understated makeup with the makeup remover from the vanity pack, using the body cream on her face and then brushing her teeth. She felt a bit like a princess with all the high-quality products, and she wondered if Chuck would mind if she stole some of the stuff in the morning. Finishing up, she undid and hung up the towel, took a deep breath and opened the door.

The lights in the bedroom were dimmed but he was sitting on the end of the bed, totally naked.

She grinned as he stood. His body was good. Not pornstar good, but looking like a real person. Adequate muscles, no real fat to speak of and a nice "T" of black body hair on his chest going down to his pubic hair. His penis was a good size, cut and already semi-hard.

"Thank you," she told him.

He gave an uncomfortable smile. "I'm not normally body-confident," he said, "But since you had the guts to be completely naked in front of me, I felt I owed you the courtesy."

She smiled. "Thank you," she repeated.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," he said. "You probably get bored of people saying it, but you are."

"I never get bored of you saying it Chuck," she told him. "Because you say it when you look at my eyes. The other guys are looking at my ass, my tits, my pussy. It doesn't really mean anything. When you say it to me, I feel it does."

"It genuinely does, Sarah," he replied. "Because your spirit shines out of your eyes. Your heart. Your soul." He smiled gently, and she couldn't help smiling back.

"Now," he said, "I believe I described previously how Goddesses like you should be worshipped. Do you remember that?"

"I remember every single word you said Chuck," she confessed. "I hear you saying it to me at night in my bed."

"Good," he grinned, "So, afterwards, you can tell me whether it was as good as you anticipated."

And, with that, he closed the distance on her, gently reaching up to cup her cheek in his hand, lips over hers, tongue gently begging for entry. She opened her lips and his tongue gently rolled over hers, even as he hugged her tightly to him, her breasts tight against his naked chest and his warm arms rubbing up and down her back from her ass to the nape of her neck. She moaned into the kiss as the sensations of intimacy washed over her.

He continued to kiss her but now pushing ever so slightly forward, guiding her back towards the bed. As the backs of her legs came into contact with it, he broke the kiss, using his hands to guide her down onto the crisp white sheets. He trailed kisses down her neck, stopping to nibble on the junction of her shoulder and neck and eliciting a moan of arousal from her. She wondered briefly how he'd known that that was an erogenous zone for her. It wasn't like she'd known!

Then he gently pressed her back to lie flat on the bed and continued his progress, gently kissing and nipping her shoulders, upper chest and then the tops of her breasts. She moaned as his hands pushed under her and started massaging her back, slightly pulling her up and allowing him to go back to her neck and her mouth, his tongue teased in and then he withdrew, heading down her body again and she moaned softly as his hands and arms withdrew before jerking in surprise as his hands gently touched the tops of her breasts while he kissed and nipped the sides and bottoms of her breasts.

When he'd described that to her that night it had sounded so amazing, but she found that it was nowhere near as good as it was in real life. Then everything went up a notch for her as his mouth fastened over the center of her breast and his tongue reached out to flick her nipple. His actions up to now had been igniting little flashes of fire throughout her body. Now a raging bolt of heat shot down her breast to her clitoris and she moaned deeply, clenching her fists as an orgasm washed over her.

She felt him smile into her breast but then he resumed flicking her nipple and she moaned, flinching with the sudden sensitivity. He pulled back, gently kissing her breast and moved to the other one, kissing around it and then fastening on with his mouth as his fingers found her other nipple and teased it gently.

"Hnnng," she moaned, breath catching in her throat as he continued to lick her nipple then moved his position around her breast, rubbing his hardened lips against her. "Hnng," she moaned again as his hands went down to her ass, clenching and squeezing her ass cheeks. She was panting now as the pressure built within her, breath rushing in out and out of her tremulously as the sensations of his touch washed over her. This was truly like nothing she'd ever imagined, and her breath hitched as he once again switched breasts, gently teasing her nipple with his teeth and then reaching out to flick it with his tongue.

"Ung," she moaned as another orgasm broke over her, causing her to pant desperately.

He slowly kissed down her body, moving over her sides, her stomach, her hips, her thighs and the expectation built again at her core. Nobody had ever gone down on her before. She had no idea what it would feel like but she knew, based on what had happened here tonight, that it would be the most amazing thing she'd ever felt.

Her breath was coming in short spurts as he continued to tease her by kissing around her thighs and then her inner thighs, and then he was at her core. He reached under her ass again and pulled her towards him and then he buried his mouth in her pussy. His tongue caressed her vulva and she broke into the most amazing orgasm of her life. "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck", she moaned as the soft sensation of his lips and tongue on her core wrung the climax out of her.

He kept going for what felt like an age, and she orgasmed again and then again. After each orgasm he pulled back a bit, seemingly aware that she was hyper-sensitive, before he started again.

"Chuck," she moaned, fully aware that he'd predicted this and not wanting to play to his ego, but absolutely desperate. "I need you inside me. Please fuck me."

"In a little while, my Princess," he murmured. "Your cute little moans are driving me nuts."

"Ung," she subsided, as he went back to his work, presently wringing another humongous orgasm out of her.

"Please Chuck," she all but begged as she came down from the orgasm. "I want you."

"As you wish," he agreed, pulling back. She stared at him with hooded eyes. "God you look beautiful," he gasped, shaking his head. "Like a painting." He got up and headed around the bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I've got a condom in my wallet," he answered. "Wasn't expecting to get lucky tonight."

"Don't need a condom," she said. "I'm on birth control. Fuck me now," she groaned.

"You sure?" he queried and she could see the question in his eyes.

"Put your cock inside me now, Chuck," she growled. "Can I be any clearer?"

He smirked. "No my princess, I think I got the message."

He moved back down the bed to where he'd come from, bending over to sweep her up in a kiss. She tasted what she guessed was herself on his lips and tongue but threw herself into the kiss anyway. He broke off and kissed down her body, her breasts, her stomach and she could feel herself relaxing as the sensations washed over her. "Chuck," she moaned. She would have liked to growl but that wasn't what it sounded like.

She stilled as she felt a finger at her entrance. He gently pushed it in to make sure she was wet enough. Wet wasn't gonna be a problem and he gently withdrew it. He looked down on her as she looked up at him. "Ready?" he asked.

"Fuck me Chuck," she ordered.

He pushed in, slowly and smoothly, all the way in until his pelvis banged against hers. "Hnnng," she moaned as his warm rod drove up her tight canal. Then he pulled nearly all the way out again and drove back into her.

"Ohmygod!" she moaned, overwhelmed by the sensations. He kept up the rhythm and then reached behind her, pulling her up a little to lavish kisses on her abdomen and breasts. "Ohmygod," she moaned again as he sucked on her left nipple.

It didn't take her long to orgasm in that position, and then, while she was recovering, he lay down on the bed, gesturing her to get on top of him. She wasn't sure if she had the energy to drive but he positioned her and then entered her, pulling her down on top of him so that her breasts squashed against his chest and they were almost fully in contact, he continued to drive, pushing inside her and pulling out in a hard, arousing rhythm.

He was watching her watching him and the intimacy of the position was off the charts. She could see every twitch, every smile, every grimace on his face as he fought to keep his rhythm constant and she imagined he could see everything on hers. The emotion in his eyes was off the chart. Is this what love looks like? she wondered tangentially as her orgasm started to build again. She'd seen lust before, but it never looked like this. This man had pleasured her body for what felt like hours. He'd wrung sensations out of her that she never believed she'd feel, all aimed at pleasing her.

"Are you close?" he whispered.

"Yeah," she panted. "You?"

"Me too," he groaned and she could see the effort on his face as he fought to maintain his stroke even as the sensations started to wash over her.

"Chuck," she moaned, still looking into his eyes and he reached behind her to pull her tighter against his chest as he pounded inside her.

"Aaaaaaaah," she screamed as she arched her back in ecstasy, the sensations shooting through her in waves. She saw the catch on his face and then his mouth opened in his own ecstasy as she felt herself clenching around him. He held her tightly to him as he pulsed and pulsed into her, and she clenched her walls tight around him. He panted as he looked up into her eyes and she panted as her head felt too heavy and she lowered it onto his shoulder, feeling her body throb and clench.

"Fuck," she gasped eventually. "That was amazing."

She didn't have the energy to lift her head and felt as he turned his to kiss her on the cheek. "You were amazing Sarah," he gasped. "So beautiful." He still held onto her, hugging her spent body to him. Presently she fell asleep, cradled in his arms.

I've toned the sex scene down for this platform. The scene is more graphic on AO3.

Some reviews suggesting that Sarah seems out of character (not strong enough) in this story. I'm going to agree to disagree with the reviewer who thinks Sarah isn't strong. This is a woman who has given up her life and dreams to take care of her young sister when their mother was ill and eventually died. She's doing a job that she doesn't particularly like, and that many people regard as demeaning, in order to ensure that her sister gets the opportunities that were denied to her. Sure, it's not kicking secret agent ass and taking names, but I personally think it demonstrates enormous personal strength.