The Trapped Assassin
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: You all are magical. Thank you for the reviews and thank you for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK. I am not making money from writing this story.
Chapter 7: To Vacations For One
"I mean, what even is a workaholic? There are at least two types, right? The workaholic who's chained to their desk because they're a perfectionist or obsessive or something. Then there's the workaholic who really just loves their job, you know? So for her to call me a workaholic is a little silly, because she is, too. She's just like…a different kind of workaholic. Are you okay?"
Sarah kept staring straight ahead. She could hear what he was saying, but she honestly wasn't listening.
She had a lot on her mind. And she had exactly six full days until she rendezvoused with whomever Graham sent with her next orders. If that was the point of the rendezvous. She still didn't even know why she had to meet with anyone.
What she did know was that she needed to have her mind made up either way about what her future was going to look like by the time she went to that meeting. Graham and the CIA in general didn't deserve to be strung along while she laid out all of her options, trying to decide where to go from here. And honestly, she didn't deserve it, either.
If she didn't want to do this anymore, she needed to get out while she could. Before something happened that made it impossible to do so. She needed to get out before the criminal world started putting a face to the legend. There was only so much disguises and names could do before it all caught up to her.
If she was serious about staying, then she needed to decide by Monday. It was Tuesday now. If she couldn't figure everything out by then, she wasn't worthy of either path. That was how she felt about it, anyway.
"Hey…Sarah?"
She felt his elbow nudge her gently and she shook herself out of her own boundless mind. When she turned to look up at Chuck, she saw the look of curiosity in his handsome face.
"I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be such a space cadet. I've been awful all night, I'm sorry."
"That's not true. It's impossible for you to be awful for even a short amount of time, let alone an entire night. Annnd that was super corny, sorry." He chuckled at himself and shook his head.
"Nah, it was sweet. As was the entire production you set up for dinner. That was also sweet."
Chuck had surprised her by taking her down to a bike rack where two bikes were chained. They biked down the promenade to a beautiful park with a perfect view of the French Riviera sunset, and when they arrived, Chuck opened the basket on the front of his bike and revealed their dinner inside. He'd even packed a blanket to put down in the grass, and extra blankets for them to wrap themselves up in if it got a little chilly once the sun went down.
It was romantic. Some other woman somewhere might've tagged it as a little cliché. But that thought didn't even occur to Agent Sarah Walker. Because people didn't go out of their way to romance her. Nobody went out of their way for her. Nobody put any effort into anything having to do with her. Not to make her feel good, especially.
So the picnic in the park during a sunset thing was nothing short of sweet. And the food had been excellent. He'd gotten it all from a deli he found the day before, apparently, when he and his sister and her fiancé went exploring further inland.
And now here they were, walking the bikes he'd rented back along the promenade, enjoying the sea breeze as they passed beneath the glow of the lamps.
And she was rudely ignoring him. Not just now, but earlier while they ate as well, she realized belatedly.
This probably wasn't the date he'd been expecting after all of the effort he put into it. How much planning had he done? The renting of the bikes, buying blankets and the basket. Buying thermoses for their coffee. Buying the food. Figuring out how to make it all a nice little surprise. He was so sweet and she was so awful.
"No, Chuck, really. I'm sorry I've been a little…absent…tonight."
"Absent? Naaah, you're standing right here," he said, nudging her with his shoulder, and she shook her head with a smirk at his toothy grin.
"Haa. You know what I mean," Sarah answered in a flat voice. "I've got a lot on my mind tonight. I didn't mean to let it affect this."
"It's okay," he said, and she could see that he sincerely meant it. She was incredibly grateful for that. "Do you, um…Well, I don't know. I mean, you don't really know me all that well and vice versa. So if you don't want to, that's totally cool. But if you want to, you can. I mean, if you want to talk about it or something." He winced, puffing out his cheeks a little.
"Really?" she asked quietly.
"Yes! Absolutely. Of course." It was almost like he was eager, the way his eyes widened and he leaned closer as they walked.
"It's just work stuff," she said truthfully, shaking her head. How much of this was she willing to relinquish anyway? She couldn't exactly say, "Well, I'm really disillusioned with killing people for the government so I want to see if I'm capable of living like a normal person with a normal job, but I also don't know if I've sinned too much to deserve a normal life, or if I can really even survive in the real world with real people, and sometimes I wonder if I'm even fully human." So instead she just left it at "work stuff".
That seemed enough for him as he nodded and pursed his lips. "Ah. Work stuff. I know how that is. Even on vacation, you can never really escape it, huh?"
"God, isn't that the truth?" she sighed, wrinkling her nose.
"You'll work it out. I have faith in you." Sarah turned to give him a long look and he noticed, backtracking quickly. "I know, I know. We just met a few days ago. And have had a couple of meals and some…other things…yesterday morning…that I'm apparently gonna be super high school about, so there's that…" She giggled. "You might not think I can say something like that, that I have faith in you, but I'm here to tell you that I can. And I will. Well, I mean, I have. And I just need to shut up now, oh my God." He shut his eyes and hung his head, completely stopping, still holding his bike up at his left side with both hands on the handlebars.
Sarah nudged the kickstand in place, left her bike, and closed the distance between them. She brought her hands up to cup his neck and swooped in to catch his lips in a kiss. He tilted his face up to make things more comfortable for them both and kissed her back, his free hand resting on her hip.
This wasn't the first time she'd kissed him since he left her suite yesterday morning.
In fact, after they'd eaten dinner, Chuck had set up their bikes as something of a makeshift screen, wrapping them both up in a blanket, under which they managed to make out quite heavily, even rounding second base. Gleefully on her part. Very gleefully.
But this kiss was different from the all-encompassing heat of their public make out session.
It triggered something deep inside of her, something she hadn't even known existed. It was more than just her heart beating a little faster. She wasn't hearing some dramatic romantic theme in her head like what happened in movies. She just felt…something. Something that she'd never felt before. Ever.
She pulled back a little, even though she really wanted to keep kissing him to drag that feeling out forever.
"You probably don't know why, but you really, really deserved that," she said, her voice low and gravely.
"I usually try not to look a gift horse in the mouth," he whispered, leaning in to peck her lips and earning a soft giggle.
"Smart man," she said. She had a moment of realization, then, as she pressed her lips together in a bit of a smirk and raised her eyebrow. This was flirting. Real flirting. Not the kind of flirting that resulted in being shown to a mark's hotel room. Not the kind of flirting that allowed her to go into restricted areas. At this moment, she was just a woman flirting with a man, and she wasn't doing it for any reason except that she wanted to. Maybe she just wanted to see him smile again. She didn't know. But the realization felt really good.
They walked the rest of the way with Sarah a little less stuck in her own head as they conversed comfortably. He told her about Ellie being a doctor and how she and Devon met in medical school. And that they were waiting to get married for a little while, at least until they could really settle into their work and raise enough money to have the type of wedding they both wanted.
Which was, apparently, an expensive wedding. According to Chuck. Not that they were purposefully setting out to have an expensive wedding, he clarified. But everything they talked about sounded so expensive to him. The only thing he hadn't heard them talk about yet, he joked, was the releasing of doves once they sealed the deal.
Sarah didn't really understand big weddings outside of romance movies. But then, she'd never understood marriage in general, let alone an expensive ceremony and after party. It was all a bunch of unnecessary pomp and circumstance. She couldn't imagine making a decision like that—wanting to be with one person forever. And then making that decision in front of droves of people—some you know, some you don't know that well.
Her own decision in the next three days about her future would be hard enough. And a small voice in the back of her head reminded her that one path meant never seeing what all of the wedding fuss was about for herself, while the other…well, the other maybe left that door open for her.
She wanted to stop talking about marriage suddenly. "So, why'd you come here?" she asked. "What made you take this fancy, long vacation, Mr. Workaholic?"
Chuck gave her a flat look and she had a feeling it wasn't directed at her, but at himself. "That's a really good question. Mr. Workaholic was half shoved here."
"Shoved?" she asked, furrowing her brow in amusement.
"Yeeeah, I didn't really wanna." He shrugged. "But it's been years since I've even left California, outside of really quick, busy jaunts to a convention in Vegas or Dallas or New York. I never have time for anything besides the panels, conferences, and meetings before it's back to LA. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining or anything. I love my work. It's just a fact, I don't…get out much."
"So my new nickname for you is pretty apt, is what you're saying. You are a workaholic."
"So you were listening," Chuck teased, making a face at her.
She smiled sheepishly, feeling herself blush a bit. "So, what? Did Ellie drug you to get you on the plane?"
Chuck laughed, rocking forward. "Not exactly. Though I wouldn't have put it past her if it came down to it. No, she just kept pushing. Kept getting my assistant and some of the people I work with to pressure me. The amount of people at work who'd hint that I needed a vacation. Some were subtle, some were less subtle. Like putting a framed stock photo of a tropical paradise on my desk. Ellie even snuck into my office while I was in a meeting one day, with my assistant's help I'm sure, and changed my computer's desktop background to a picture of the French Riviera."
Sarah laughed and he shook his head, amused.
"It was originally supposed to be this super romantic pre-wedding vacation for Ellie and Awesome, though." Sarah smiled at the way Chuck so easily called his almost-brother-in-law "Awesome". It was cute, and spoke of how much of a bond he must have with the other man. She thought she felt a spike of something immature in her chest. Envy, maybe. And she was a bit ashamed.
"That's nice that you didn't want to rain on their romantic getaway parade. I'm sure a lot of brothers wouldn't give a rat's ass. You say Nice, they say when. That sort of thing."
"Eh. I mean, I wasn't exactly thinking it'd be all that enjoyable. Not that they're overly annoying about the mushy pet name, making everybody around them uncomfortable shit a lot of couples have going on. They've got a nice, mature thing goin' and I love 'em both. It's just…being a third wheel to anybody's twosome is laaame," he said, drawing out the last word and slumping down to put his cheek on her shoulder as they continued walking.
She laughed. "Well if they invited you, they wanted you here."
Chuck lifted his head from her shoulder again. "And they definitely do want me here. I was just a little…hesitant. That's all." He shrugged. "I mean, once I got here, it was pretty freaking gorgeous. It's just…God, I'm gonna sound like such a dweeb, but going someplace super romantic like this? It seems sort of loserish to go alone."
His eyes widened then as he probably realized she was here alone, too. She wasn't offended in the slightest since she actually came here to assassinate a criminal for the CIA, not to go on a vacation by herself.
She bit her cheek to keep from laughing as he backtracked again.
"Oh, crap! I didn't mean that you—You're so cool. You are not loserish. My foot has gone in my mouth so much tonight that I might need to buy deliciously flavored shoes or something—or no, really bad tasting shoes because that'd be more of a deterrent. Not that shoes don't already taste really bad. Oh my God, shut uuuup," he groaned, thumping himself in the head with his fist.
He was awkwardly rambling his way straight into her bed and he sincerely had no idea. He was the sweetest thing to ever live on this earth, she was sure of it, and she would do her best to put him out of his misery. Even though she was enjoying this thoroughly.
"Chuck, you don't have to apologize. You're entitled to see this place any way you want to. You're kinda right, anyways. Nice is probably second only to Paris as far as the romance capital of the world title goes. At least, in my mind it is. Look at me, for instance. I didn't come here to find romance. Not by a long shot." She bit her lip, steeled herself. And in spite of everything in her screaming stop right now, she added, "But I found it anyways."
He softened significantly. "I do what I can."
That made her giggle. A soft, bubbly giggle that came from deep inside of her.
"Why did you come here? I'm sure you answered a similar question a few nights ago when we had dinner for the first time. Probably before I dove under the table to hide from my sister," he finished in a droll voice.
She smiled mutely and then twisted her lips to the side in thought. He probably had asked the question and she'd probably given him a response that didn't actually answer his question but sounded like she did. She was really good at that. Deflecting. Outright lying. And making it seem like she wasn't.
"Uh, I guess I needed a break. Some peace and quiet. And it's, um, it's easier to be alone someplace where no one knows you." She was getting a little too close to the truth, so she rushed on. "Also, I mean…it's Nice. On the French Riviera. I guess I wasn't really thinking about it as a romantic getaway as much as I was thinking about it as a plain ol'…getaway getaway. Does that make sense?" She wrinkled her nose. She knew it made sense. But she also knew it softened her a little to ask a question like that, to make herself look a little sheepish, unsure of herself.
"Perfect sense," he said immediately. "The sunset is still gorgeous even if you're watching it all by yourself. The weather is still perfect. The views are still glorious."
"Exactly."
There was a lull in the conversation before he asked, "The job getting to you?""How could you tell?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do I have bags under my eyes? Am I particularly haggard?"
He chuckled and nearly even looked offended by the notion. "Woman, I have news for you. I'm almost certain haggard is not anywhere in your settings." He waved his hand dramatically over different parts of her body. "Stunning, mesmerizing, sexy…yes. Haggard? No. Never."
Straight into her bed. As soon as possible.
Did he know saying things like that to a girl made said girl want to drag him to bed? And the way he said it, with such sincerity, without taking the time to prep how he phrased his words.
"Are you always this sweet?"
Why did she sound so breathless? It was a little nerve-wracking. She thought maybe she should just embrace it. The physical pull she felt towards him was overwhelming. Maybe she should just let it take her over. Crash over her like a wave of hot water.
"Um. I don't know. I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam," he said, shrugging and giving her that toothy grin again.
Thankfully they arrived at their hotel right then, because Sarah was sort of done talking.
Chuck led them around the side of the building to the bike rental shack. They returned the bikes and walked back around to their own building. Without even thinking twice about it, she almost took Chuck's free hand in hers. But she didn't, barely resisting. A part of her wondered if she would even be able to control herself if she touched him.
They stepped into the elevator together and he pressed the button for his floor. Sarah made no move to press the button for her own floor. She didn't even think about pressing the button for her own floor. They were going down a dangerous path, here. And not just because of the heat between them as they stood side by side in the elevator. There was something deeper. She felt it. And it made her wonder if she was being fair to him.
He deserved better than her.
But this wasn't that intense. It was just a vacation…thing. A tryst. An exploration of attraction. Right? So why shouldn't she indulge? She'd never had a problem indulging before. And maybe because nothing else had ever felt this…emotional.
She shoved that thought down. Deep, deep down. Because she was selfish.
Sarah stepped into Chuck's suite for the second time and this time she wasn't distracted by his hands and lips everywhere, his drunken, warm weight pressed against her. Not that she'd be complaining if she was being distracted by his hands and lips, but as cute of a drunk as he was, she would appreciate ending tonight in a similar fashion to how they started their morning yesterday.
There was no sense in being coy about it. She wanted him.
Without the distraction, though, she was really able to take the suite in. Every detail. It looked just like hers, except it seemed a little more lived in, perhaps. A jacket on the back of one of the chairs by the window. Shoes next to the couch. A few bags of snacks shoved into the corner of the bar. A used glass beside the snacks.
Sarah tended not to take up much room.
When she wore clothes, she folded them and put them back. Shoes came off her feet and went back in the suitcase. Jackets came off and went right into the closet. It was something she'd learned pulling cons with her dad, even before she got to the CIA and went through fast escape training at the Farm. When they needed to leave quick, like if they were pegged by the cops, it was just easier to grab the suitcase and go, rather than packing everything up again first.
Chuck was a real guy. A normal person. He didn't have to run away. What did he have to escape from?
His life was safe. Regular.
And at one time, she would've called it boring.
Not now. That probably said a lot about how much she had changed even in the last year.
This nerdy guy was anything but boring. He kept her on her toes, and in the best way possible. She was constantly surprised by him, invigorated in his presence even. She could watch him ramble and inadvertently talk himself into a corner and speak without thinking for days on end. It was so innocent, but she didn't think that about him in a patronizing way. There was no need for him to lie or guard his words. He didn't have a filter because he didn't need one. He had a sense of confidence that was different from the confidence she saw in her fellow agents. And it was way sexier. It was a "take me or leave me" sort of confidence that she thought maybe other women saw as an excuse to leave him, this nerdy goofball of a guy, behind. But it was so new for her, and so hot. She'd take him in a heartbeat.
Add to that the disarming compliments that were so sincere…
Well, she would take this kind of excitement over a speedy and dangerous roof chase in Venice. The adrenaline was like a drug when she was working…but she thought maybe Chuck had something to offer that was much better. And safer. At least physically.
She still wasn't quite so sure how safe he was emotionally. At least for her. Any regular woman who wasn't an assassin with a million issues and hang-ups might be enthused by someone like Chuck Bartowski, as attuned as they probably were to their own emotions, their own wants and needs. But Sarah was an assassin. And she had a million issues and hang-ups.
So trusting her emotions to anyone was risky.
And had she not just met him a few days ago?
This really should have unsettled her more than it did. That she was even considering him in her decision about whether the CIA was her future or not. About whether or not she would abandon everything she'd known for a decade of her life to try something…new.
"Want a drink?" he asked, taking the blankets from her and moving to set them and the basket he held down on the table across the room. She tried not to focus too much on the way he lingered at the window for just a moment, eyeing the wide open drapes, before thinking twice and closing them securely. But it was hard to ignore how the simple act of him closing the drapes to prying eyes made the room feel a little warm suddenly. Maybe it wasn't the room. Maybe it was just her.
And she thought maybe she wasn't the only one who'd felt the electricity sparking between them in the last few minutes.
She unzipped her sweatshirt and shrugged it off. "Uh, what've ya got?"
"I'm actually not sure. Ellie raided it last night for—I don't know why. Strike that, I don't want to know why. And now I definitely need a drink."
Sarah laughed, crossing to join him at the bar and leaning up against it a little jauntily while he leaned down to open the cabinet and rummage. "Speaking of high school," she teased.
His gaze slid slowly up her body to her face, his jaw dropping. "Ex-squeeze me? Oh I'm so sorry if the thought of my sister having sex grosses me out. She just raised me, that's all. This is why I specifically got a room on another floor from them. Far, far away." It was obvious he was teasing.
She laughed again, reaching down to ruffle his hair affectionately and earning another look that didn't even begin to cover up how pleased he was by the action. "She's got her needs just like any other human. It's just biology."
Chuck stood to his full height then, a few mini bottles of alcohol clutched between his fingers. She was a little distracted by how unbelievably tall he was and the magnetism between them, and the memory of how smooth and hard and strong his body was, and how he looked without clothes on, how good his hair felt between her fingers, his voice in her ear as he held her…
"Is it? Biology?"
His voice was so deep. And she could practically feel his chest rumbling against hers, he was pressed so close.
"Chemistry," she drawled. "And I'll take vodka if you've got it."
Chuck blinked adorably and let out a soft huff in amusement, giving her a rather smirkish look as he backed away and set the bottles down. "Oh, I've got it alright." Unscrewing the cap off of the small bottle, he grabbed a clean glass and poured, dropping a few ice cubes in and handing it to her. He did the same for himself, except with whiskey.
"Cheers?" Sarah asked, holding up her glass.
He raised both eyebrows, one side of his mouth tilting up a little goofily. "Sure! To what?"
"To a romantic vacations for one."
She preened at the sincere laughter that rang from him, sure she'd never been quite so happy about making another person laugh before.
"To romantic vacations for one," he echoed, clinking his glass against hers.
Sarah downed her vodka without lowering the glass once, setting it back on the bar and licking her lips. Chuck blinked, looking down at the glass first, then raising his eyes up at her and blinking one more time.
"Ooookay."
He shrugged. And then his whiskey was gone just as fast, if not faster. He winced a little, smacked his lips a few times, set his glass down, and dove in to kiss her.
She saw it coming a mile away, gracefully stepping to the side so that he staggered forward a few steps and grabbing his hand to drag him away from the bar and into his bedroom.
That little flirtation by the bar was foreplay enough for Sarah. She could practically still feel his large hands dragging over her body from the other morning, the way they'd felt cupped over her breasts, his lips on her skin. But the thing she coveted the most was at this moment tucked away in his jeans.
So that was where she directed her attention, quickly unbuttoning Chuck's pants, sliding the zipper down, and yanking them all the way to his ankles with one strong tug. Chuck just stared with big eyes, holding his hands up by his shoulders as if in surrender. "Whoa. Uh…okay."
Sarah had a moment of wondering if she'd come on too strong. But then he shook himself and stepped out of his jeans with a sense of something akin to urgency, completely putting her worry that she'd startled him to rest.
The rest of the undressing went by exceedingly fast as they helped one another, neither of them wasting time with distractions like extracurricular touches or kisses.
Her entire body was humming as Chuck yanked the sheets to the foot of the bed. He stood to his full height again and pulled her in close, taking just a moment to look at her. And then he moved in for a slow kiss, gently willing her to open her mouth and sliding his tongue over her teeth when she obeyed.
Sarah felt a soft moan come from deep within her as she rounded his broad shoulders with her arms. She smashed her tongue against his, tangling her body around his lithe frame. And for only the second time in her life, the first being with this same man just yesterday, Sarah vowed to lose herself completely.
They were still getting to know one another, still learning what felt good where—though, so far Sarah had found that pretty much everything felt amazing everywhere when Chuck was in the driver's seat, so to speak.
Perhaps it was her turn to drive.
Sarah stepped back from him, their lips coming apart with a soft smack, and she smirked a little, looking up at him through her eyelashes as a smile built slowly over his handsome face. She took advantage of his distraction to place both hands on his chest and give him a gentle shove.
"Whoa!" He sat on the mattress hard, looking up at her with wide eyes.
The assassin barely gave her companion time to register what was happening before she crawled onto the bed over him, her knees straddling him. But it didn't take long before she felt his long arms wrap around her, one around her thighs and the other around her lower back. And then he was kissing her stomach, running his mouth over every muscle of her abdomen, teasing her belly button with his tongue.
Sarah sighed and dropped her hands to his head, running her fingers through his soft hair and shutting her eyes, letting her head fall back as she just enjoyed the sensations.
That was something new for her.
It had honestly been over a year, maybe even closer to two, since she'd had sex. But she could still remember how it had been. And the times before that with other men. It had been fine. It was sex…she'd never had truly awful sex. But she'd always had to be the worker. She could never allow herself to just feel. If she did, if she lost concentration, it broke the spell completely. Whoever her sexual partner happened to be at that moment didn't do well without her complete physical involvement.
Her emotional involvement had never been there and that hadn't mattered to them.
But Chuck was different.
She could just stop everything she was doing, sit back, relax, and enjoy. It didn't throw him off for even a second. In fact, she suspected he thoroughly enjoyed being able to throw all his efforts into pleasing her, even if she wasn't returning his efforts. Chuck was allowing Sarah to be a little selfish and it was amazing.
That being said, she found herself needing a bit more, so she lowered herself to sit on his thighs, bending her knees on either side of his hips and leaning forward to kiss him. She used her grip on his hair to tug him into a harder kiss, humming against his lips wantonly.
He squeezed her thighs and sighed, kissing her back just as hard, and when she lowered her hand to wrap her fingers around his cock, he jolted in surprise, whimpering into the kiss.
Chuck pulled back and looked down between them, watching as she slowly stroked up and down his length. She watched his face as he boggled at what she was doing to him, and it was so satisfying to see him swallow repeatedly, his brow furrowed at the sensation, his jaw clenched. "Sarah," he whimpered as her efforts increased in speed. He was hardening in her fist much faster now, and when she was sufficiently satisfied that he was ready for her—because she'd been ready for what felt like ages now what with the way she was practically throbbing for him between her legs—she lifted up from his lap a bit and scooted closer.
She had to take her hand off of him, bracing herself on his shoulders, but Chuck reached between them and gently stroked along her slit, preparing her for him, before the delicious feeling of him touching her ended. She felt the head of his cock rub over her a few times before he guided himself into her entrance.
Sarah slid down his length slowly, reacquainting herself with how filling he was, until he was buried deep inside of her, lowering her weight completely onto his lap.
Chuck held her by her sides and pulled her torso close, kissing her neck and then moving back to press his forehead against hers. She breathed his name so softly, cupping his face, nuzzling his nose.
This really was something new. The raw lust she always expected during sex was never accompanied by anything else. It happened, it was over, and that was it. With one and sometimes (but rarely) both of them fully satisfied. Or at least, satisfied enough.
But Sarah found herself wanting more with this man. She wanted to hear her name on his lips, an aching whisper against her cheek. She wanted to feel him caress her body with his large, warm hands. And she wanted to look into his face, into his honey eyes. Eye contact wasn't something she did during sex. But…she wanted it now.
So she opened her eyes and met his gaze, feeling a bit of a blush on her cheeks at how intimate this was.
His lips twitched in something of a smile, but then it collapsed into a look of awe as she started moving on his lap. Bracing her knees on the mattress with her feet hanging over the edge of the bed, Sarah started gyrating her hips gracefully. She sat heavily on him, making sure he was buried as deep as possible, keeping her grinding movements fluid.
His fingers grabbed hold of her ass and she whimpered, clenching with each stroke as he squeezed. "Nnng, Chuuuck," she moaned in a strangled voice, kissing him languidly, their tongues meeting.
He pulled out of the kiss and hunched over, moving to cup his hand under her breast and smash it up towards his mouth. Sarah cried out and let her head fall back, once again feeling that delicious tingle prickle along her skin, goosebumps raising on her arms.
But as good as this felt, with his lips and tongue moving over her breasts, his capable fingers touching her where his mouth was not, Sarah needed more. So she took him by his biceps and pushed him down so that his back was flat on the mattress. He gazed up at her, his eyelids fluttering in passion, and she braced her hands on his chest, starting to make her thrusts more powerful.
She swept her hips back and forth, whimpering softly at the feel of him stroking the front wall of her vagina. And she began to tighten her muscles, feeling that perfect throbbing ache in her center as she rode him.
Chuck reached up to grab her breasts again, kneading her wonderfully as his thumbs flicked over her nipples. She gasped his name and whined, biting her lip and letting her head fall forward, her braid slipping past her shoulder to dangle over him.
Sarah moved her hands, slamming them against the mattress on either side of Chuck's head, twisting her fists in the sheets, and swirling her hips in a circular motion, letting out a high-pitched whimper.
"Saaarahhh," he groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth stretched into a wide, satisfied smile. It was more than gratifying to see what she was doing to him, to see that he was enjoying this as much as she was. She continued her powerful thrusts for awhile, not letting up at all as the minutes ticked by, even if she was beginning to feel slight twinges of protest in her limbs. When it started getting to the point where she might be sore later, she decided to switch it up again to ease her muscles a little.
Chuck's hands fell to her thighs, massaging them, almost as though he could tell they were aching. It sent her desire straight through the ceiling.
She straightened up, pulling her shoulders back. She braced one hand on his abdomen and reached back with the other to brace herself on his thigh, making quick little thrusts with her hips, the movement causing them to bounce on the mattress. It helped her to set a rhythm and she didn't have to work quite as hard, which suited her just fine. And considering the soft growls and sighs Chuck was making, he was perfectly satisfied with it as well.
She wasn't sure how long that went on, but she knew it was at least a handful of minutes. Because she was beginning to feel her need increase and her patience dwindle. Part of her had wanted to drag it out, make it last as long as possible, give him everything he needed. But she found herself catering to her own needs now. Selfishly, she just wanted that electrifying finish. She wanted what he'd given her a few times yesterday morning. And she wanted it now.
Sarah leaned forward to drape her chest over his, reaching up and twisting the sheet in her fist over Chuck's head, her other hand cupping his jaw as she swung her hips, clenching again with each thrust forward. Her thighs and abdomen were threatening to ache but she ignored it, going in even harder. Because she could feel the excruciatingly slow build of her orgasm deep in her belly. And she was striving for it, longing for that mind blowing sensation.
She opened her mouth and threw her head back as she continued grinding on top of him, so hard and slow, her muscles tightening, straining to reach her climax.
"Oh my God," he groaned. And she grinned even as she worked when Chuck reached up with both hands and grabbed her ass again. He pulled himself even deeper inside of her, starting to lift his hips to meet her.
Her muscles were crying out for relief, but she needed an orgasm more, so she pushed herself up to grab him by his shoulders, opening her mouth in ecstasy, gasping and whimpering, speeding her pace, tightening her ass as he continued pulling her down onto his hard shaft.
"Oh yes!" she whined.
She was on the edge. She was almost there. Just a few more.
"Yes, yes, yes! Oh God yes!"
Sarah threw her head back, her features pinched in utter ecstasy as an orgasm flooded through her body. She felt the twitching and throbbing between her legs, her limbs shivering, and her voice left her completely as the air swept out of her lungs with a whoosh.
As lost as she was in the pleasure still coursing through her body, her climax making everything throb in the best way, she didn't feel Chuck flip them over until her back was pressed against the mattress and Chuck hovered over her. She was now in the position she'd pinned him in before, except Chuck was in control this time.
He stood next to the bed, leaning over her, his hardness still buried inside of her. And he reached down to take her hips in his hands, pulling her all the way to the edge of the mattress before he started thrusting into her. Over and over and over again.
Chuck braced himself with one hand next to her, the other clutching her waist and tugging her to meet his strokes. She watched his body, the way his muscles moved in his shoulders and arms, his clenching abdomen. It was so damn hot.
"Oh God, Chuck. Yes. Right there," she whimpered. And then another breathy whimper when he sped his pace.
Sarah lifted her legs, bending them at the knee and essentially trapping Chuck between them, letting her upper half melt into the mattress. She was going to let herself enjoy what he was doing to her again, saying soft words of encouragement, letting him know how good he was making her feel.
And when his features became pinched, like he was on the brink of his own finish, Sarah wrapped her fingers around his forearm that was close to her head, reaching down to drag the fingers of her other hand along his lower abdomen, all the way down to where he was entering her. She stroked the area around his cock, straining a little to reach.
He twitched then, losing his rhythm as she felt the liquid heat of his seed flooding into her. "Hnnngg Sarah!" he exclaimed, his voice strangled with pleasure. She watched his face, the way his jaw clenched and his face went bright red, his eyes clenching shut and his nostrils flaring. He shook a little with his release and she arched her hips against him, over and over, helping him empty himself completely before he nearly went limp.
He pulled out of her and twisted his body a little as she reached up to catch him, so that they both ended up on their sides, facing one another at the edge of the bed with their legs dangling.
Chuck was laughing breathlessly, his chest heaving, his face buried in the sheets. Sarah just grinned, reaching up to put a hand over her eyes.
"Well!" she panted.
And that only made him laugh longer. And she grinned even harder at being the reason behind his laughter.
"Oh mannnn," he groaned, turning onto his back and covering his face with his hands. She noticed the grin hadn't left his face either. "I can't even breathe."
She giggled and shook her head, turning to stare at the ceiling and attempting to catch her breath. Because she was having a bit of a hard time, too. She had that incessant throbbing between her legs still, as well, since he'd essentially worked her up to the edge of orgasm before he came. She didn't give it a second thought.
With a soft moan, she scooted a little further onto the bed and pushed herself to sit up, tucking the hair that escaped the braid behind her ears and letting out a long breath of air. "Wow."
And then his arm curled around her waist and he clambered up to his knees, hoisting her up against him. She squealed with laughter as he swung both of them up to lie properly on the bed. Curious, she watched him twist around to crawl up the length of her body, before he gently kissed along her neck. (God, what was it about her neck that drew him to it so often?) And then he was moving up to her jaw, around to the spot behind her ear. And then he had her earlobe between his lips, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. The extra pulse between her legs was suddenly getting that second thought now.
It was then that she realized that was his goal, because he laid his palm flat on her lower belly, before stroking his fingers down lower and lower and lower, until he was cupping her sex.
"Chuck," she whispered in surprise, turning her face to meet his gaze.
"Just enjoy," he said, his voice deep and deliciously rumbly.
She felt his fingers stroke along her slit, teasing her entrance…before they moved up to rub her clit, slowly at first, in small effective circles, and then rubbing her fast and hard. She arched herself into his touch, her mouth open as she let out whimpering gasps.
And then he swiped back down over her slit and ever so slowly eased first one finger inside of her, thrusting it in and out, before adding a second finger. Sarah kept her eyes on the ceiling, before she shut them completely, letting her head fall to the side as she whined and moaned, gasping for breath as he purposefully pressed the pads of his fingers against her front inner wall.
Sarah knew almost inherently that he was searching for it, searching for that spot that was supposed to make a woman go mad during sex.
Chuck shifted then, thrusting the arm that wasn't pleasuring her under her neck so that she had something to put her head on. It was generous, thoughtful, and unsurprising…even as it surprised her.
"Ohhh," she moaned, turning her lips to press against the muscle of his bicep. She bent her right leg, keeping her left down so that he still had full access, but now his fingers were inside of her at an even better angle as he thrusted them in and out, in and out.
She was on the edge again. She could feel that glorious ache between her legs, in her lower abdomen. "I'm almost there," she whimpered softly. "Come on, Chuck. Ohhh, that's it."
He whispered her name against her cheek, kissing up to her temple, whispering her name again, and pushing his fingers inside of her as deep as he could, curling them in a come hither motion so that stars exploded in her vision. "Yes! There!"
Chuck repeatedly ground his fingers on her g-spot until she came again, her body spasming against his as she turned her face to bite him. It made him chuckle softly and kiss the top of her head. But he kept thrusting his fingers inside of her slowly, gently, making it last as long as possible before easing her down from her high.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, her chest heaving as she panted. "Chuck. Oh Chuck, that was amazing."
He pulled his fingers out of her and tugged her close, hoisting her again and shifting her up the bed until her head was on a pillow again. She could get used to how easily Chuck lifted her and moved her around to make her comfortable. There was nothing possessive or intimidating about how strong he was, about how eager he was to take control. Because it was evident he just wanted her to feel good. Did he even care about his own pleasure? She wondered.
And then he was on top of her and they were kissing, hands wandering, bodies tangled. They were spent for now, but that didn't mean she was through with him. Not by a long shot. His lips still felt perfect against hers, his body so strong and warm, his legs sturdy. And his curls were so very soft between her fingers.
They stayed that way, wrapped together, making out, for what must have been half an hour. Until their bodies came alive again, their hands working each other into a frenzy.
This time it was slow and gentle, the fire no less potent between them, their touches no less passionate. It went on for awhile, over and over again, tumbling along the surface of the bed, hours passing, friendly competition and teasing leading to more and more and more. One hour, two hours, three…
Until Chuck's breathing evened out beneath her ear as she lay splayed on top of him, her own eyes a little droopy. She very carefully tilted her torso away from his to look down at him, taking in his peaceful features, his messy hair. He looked utterly satisfied, even in sleep, and she couldn't help agreeing with him wholeheartedly.
She'd tired him out well enough that he didn't even budge as she gently extracted herself from his embrace and climbed out of bed, reaching down to grab the sheets and pull them up over his prone body.
She searched the floor for all of her clothes, slipping them on one by one as she found them. And she couldn't help wondering if this was the sort of man a girl could really get hooked on. The sex, absolutely. She was already hooked on the sex if the last few hours were any indication.
But the man himself. He was special, too. And maybe the fact that she could recognize that, the fact that he was making her feel the things she was feeling (outside of the sex), was a good indication that she was still human. Very human.
With that thought lodged in her mind, she slipped out of his bedroom with one last look at him and halted in the middle of the suite's sitting room. Then she crossed to the desk by the window and grabbed the pad of paper and a pen, writing down her cell number. Maybe it was a little risky, giving Chuck the number of the same phone she was currently using for work. But she trusted him. He wouldn't know it was anything but a travel phone he could call to reach her, right? She stared at the number for a moment then walked through the room and ducked into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind her. She hurried back down to her own suite, practically melting into the wall of the elevator and shutting her eyes until it reached her floor.
She collapsed into her bed a minute later, not even bothering to look at the clock, just barely finding the energy to change into clean sleep clothes. With one last burst of energy, she climbed under the covers and burrowed into her pillow, curling into a ball around it and falling into a deep, lasting sleep.
In the words of a thoroughly satisfied Sarah Walker...WELL!
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