The Bartowsi

Chapter Two:

The Bartowski

Now showered and dried off, Sarah pulled Chuck onto the bed on top of her, making sure the nerd was positioned squarely between her legs. As she felt his hardening length against her center once again, she couldn't help but smile. They felt so right together, which didn't really surprise Sarah that much. He'd always been able to make her laugh whenever he wanted, why was it a shock that Chuck Bartowski was able to push her buttons in the bedroom as well? Regardless of that, Sarah spread her legs wider, allowing Chuck more access to her depths. It was moments like this where Sarah was thankful for her near gymnast-level flexibility. Chuck's mouth quickly found her's and their tongues resumed their dance just as they had in the shower. The feeling of Chuck's body on her's was intoxicating, his height and weight atop her made her feel safe, and that lit a fire inside the CIA assassin that was nearly an inferno at this point.

"Inside me," Sarah moaned between kisses as her arms snaked their way around Chuck's neck to hold him there. She heard him moan into the kiss as her fingers snaked through the hair on the back of his head, melting his brain in payback for the brain melting he'd done in the shower earlier.

"Protection?" Chuck replied as his mouth found the flesh on her neck, and made her see stars. Sarah couldn't describe how easily Chuck was able to make her mewl and moan, it was like everything he did was made of gold.

"I'm protected, now fucking fuck me!" Sarah commanded impatiently, eliciting a grin from Chuck at her eagerness. She felt Chuck's body shift and in one swift moment, she felt him inside her. Just as before, it felt so right having him inside her. Chuck touched parts of her that hadn't been touched before and he was able to make her body come alive more than any man ever had. Just as in the shower, they fell into a deliberate pace, grinding pelvis' together and matching their thrusts the entire time. In this position, with his weight on her, he was so deep, that she was nearly beside herself from the pleasure after mere minutes. Chuck heard Sarah beneath him, she was close to the edge of the cliff already, and he knew with just a single touch she'd go tumbling off that cliff.

"Let go," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver at the sensations that elicited within her. Sarah knew she was done for, this Nerd Herder that she was currently having sex with was going to make her climax harder than she'd ever in her life and he knew it.

"Harder, faster," Sarah squeaked as her hands grasped onto his back, desperately clawing for anything to hold onto in the throes of her passion. Chuck quickly obliged the blonde goddess and heard her howl in pleasure. As his thrusts grew harsher and harsher, he felt her gripping him tighter and tighter, her hands scratching his back in desperation. He'd never been this rough with a woman before, but the woman had wanted him to be harder on her. Sarah's mind was struggling to keep up with the pleasure that she was experiencing. The man inside her womanhood was fucking her hard and deep, better than anyone ever had before, and she hadn't even peaked yet.

"Don't stop, I'm close, keep going," she commanded breathlessly, the feeling of the nerd's thrusts making her entire body move from their violence. Every nerve in her body was alive with golden sensation. It was as if the pure essence of sexual ecstasy was coursing through her veins like molten magma. Her body felt like it was on fire and as she felt him slightly change the angle of his hips, his length hit that one spot deep inside of her that no man had ever bothered to find. Sarah came apart... and then came hard. With a tremendous moan of pleasure, Sarah reached her peak, shaking and trembling in blissful orgasmic ecstasy. Whatever Chuck had done to trigger her peak, he'd continued to do just that and the sounds the blonde beneath him was making told him he'd done something exceptionally right.

Once again Chuck didn't stop his motions, like a ticking clock he just kept on going, quickly pushing Sarah towards another climax. Sarah's body felt like it was going to explode, her brain had never experienced this and as she let out blissful sobs of pleasure beneath Chuck, she saw the determination in his eyes. In that moment, she saw that Chuck wanted more, he wanted to see her peak again. In that moment, as Sarah's body was wracked by pleasurable shivers and shakes, torn asunder by orgasmic ecstasy, she didn't know if she'd survive another episode like that. Regardless, she wanted more; Sarah Walker wanted that feeling again. The feelings of utter bliss that this man was able to give her were simply mind blowing. It was something that every woman should be able to experience. If Sarah could bottle this feeling and sell it as a daily supplement, she'd make a fortune. Ecstasy by Charles du Burbank, the essential women's health supplement.

The feeling of Chuck's presence above her, the safety and security she felt beneath him, freed her to release all of the tension she carried with her, and that seemingly made her pleasure multiple times more intense. As Sarah looked up into Chuck's eyes, she saw intense pleasure within them, but also awe. He was in awe of what he saw in her. What that was, she wasn't sure, but Chuck Bartowski was fascinated by her, that was for sure.

As Sarah finally calmed down from her high, she took a moment to catch her breath, finding it exceptionally difficult to catch her wind. Chuck didn't look at all fazed; the man above her looked like he could go on like this for another six hours, no problem. The idea of another six hours of this, with Chuck Bartowski, both frightened and excited Sarah Walker. She knew she'd experience more sexual pleasure than any other time in her life, but at the same time, she'd likely have a complete psychotic breakdown in the middle of it. She'd just split wide open, her mind torn into two separate beings by the sensations of Chuck's orgasmic abilities. There would be Agent Walker, the spy who always who lived for the job, and then there would be Sarah Walker, the sex obsessed woman who lived only to have sex with one Charles Irving Bartowski. Scientists would do studies of her; they'd try to learn how a man and his magnificent cock broke a woman's brain so bad that she split into multiple personalities. The thing is, if Sarah thought about it, it would totally be worth it if it meant Chuck made her feel

this

good for that long.

"Whatever you did at the end, that made me, you know..." Sarah began as she motioned with her hand, trying to convey her silent meaning, Chuck nodded. "Whatever it was that you just did that made me come so hard, do that with every woman you ever have sex with." As Chuck heard her words, he snorted and quickly gave her a few hard thrusts in that same way that had pushed her over the edge before. Instantly, Sarah moaned loudly, clawing at the sheets on the bed as she felt that feeling again. Chuck couldn't help but grin; it would seem Sarah had a little orgasm button inside her. All he'd done was change the angle of his hips a fraction of a degree and she'd lost herself. Seeing her now, so enraptured by pleasure, Chuck was going to keep doing that no matter how hard it was on his hips and back.

Sarah felt Chuck continue to do what she was now going to call "The Bartowski" and as before, she was seeing stars. It was like the genie's lamp, just rub here for an orgasm. Before Sarah could even gather her wits, she was peaking again, harder than before. This time, Sarah couldn't stop the scream from escaping her mouth. It was too much, she couldn't take it, but she didn't want him to ever stop.

"Keep going, keep going, keep going..." she repeated on a loop through her entire peak until tears of ecstasy streaked down her cheeks. She'd never cried during sex, but if Chuck made her orgasm like that again, she was going to be a blubbering mess of over-sexed woman. Chuck was surprisingly far from his own peak, apparently inspired by the woman beneath him. He'd kept his peak at bay and delivered what was apparently record pleasure if her sobs were any indication. As he heard her overwhelmed cries, Chuck slowed down and changed his method, pressing his weight on her securely, almost hugging her tenderly throughout. Sarah clung to him like kudzu, a sudden vulnerability appearing from within her. As her mind began to clear, she heard his calming voice shushing her, calming her down from her intense high.

"I hate you..." Sarah said between labored breaths, which shocked Chuck. He pulled back and looked at her with hurt on his face. "How dare you fuck me so good; I'm ruined!" Chuck laughed at that, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder briefly. "It's never been this good, and nobody will ever fuck me so good again! I'm gonna die alone and unsatisfied at the age of eighty-five, dreaming of that one time a curly haired nerd nearly killed me with the Bartowski." Chuck was nearly howling with laughter at her imagined plight, which brought a smile to Sarah's face. Chuck sat up again, his hardness still inside her sensitive depths and looked in her eyes.

"I'm assuming

this

is "the Bartowski?"" Chuck said before he did the move with his hips that had seemingly blown Sarah's mind. In an instant, Sarah hissed and her back arched off the bed, before she sat up. As she sat up, their connection was broken, her legs closing as if to protect her sensitive kitty.

"Yes, that was the move, and if you do it again, I'm legitimately going to die." Sarah saw the smile on Chuck's face and she knew that had been an ego boost for the nerd. Apparently, he'd never been complimented in the bedroom before, which blew Sarah's mind. "Once again you didn't finish, so lay down and let me ride you," Sarah said with a sly grin as she moved to the side to swap positions.

~X~

Having Chuck inside her while she rode him just felt so right. He was large, so his length touched her in all sorts of titillating ways, and her being on top allowed her to set the pace. With Sarah on top, she set about riding him roughly, taking no time at all to begin riding him like she was trying to win the Kentucky Derby. Chuck groaned instantly, which was understandable; it probably felt amazing for him. For Sarah this kind of riding wasn't as stimulating in this position as grinding would have been, so for her very sensitive center, this was no problem at all. Chuck was huffing and puffing like a raging bull once again, his telltale signal that the end was near. Sarah gave Chuck a sly grin and simply nodded, never stopping, nor slowing her pace. She felt his hands go to her breasts and caress them, his thumbs flicking back and forth over the sensitive little buds that adorned them. Sarah hissed at the pleasurable yet teasing sensation.

"Come on, Sweetie, you've got to be dying to let it go at this point," Sarah said, getting a nod from the nerd. "Don't hold back," she whispered into his ear as she leaned forward to grind on him for a moment before returning to her breakneck pace. She could feel the tension in the nerd below her, coiling up, building ever more. He was growing more and more tense as the sensations seemed to grow and stack on top of each other. If this was D&D, Sarah would have rolled a natural twenty for pleasure and then another nat-twenty for bonus pleasure.

Just as it seemed like Chuck was about to uncoil the beast of an orgasm inside him that was waiting to escape, the door opened. Neither heard the door open due to their pleasured moans and the slapping of skin. What the both of them did hear was the unmistakable voice of one Jill Roberts. "I knew it!" In an instant, the moment was forgotten and the two lovers looked over at the angry brunette standing in the room beside them.

"I knew you two had come here to fuck!" Jill screamed angrily as the door closed behind her. Chuck sat up, revealing the full extent of his nudeness, while Sarah climbed off of him.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah asked in shock. This was originally a mission, so how the hell did Jill even know they were in this particular room?

"Chuck's phone called me, I heard you talking about how long you'd need to fuck. I knew you'd cheat on me with this skank, you bastard!" Jill yelled as she turned her attention from Sarah back to Chuck who looked stunned by the turn of events.

"How did you even get in here?" Sarah asked as she stood up from the bed and closed the distance with Jill. Sarah saw the expression on Jill's face change briefly as Jill saw Sarah's full nudeness, but the moment was fleeting before Jill spoke once more.

"I asked the front desk if a tall man with curly hair walked in with a blonde hooker in a red dress, he gave me the key." Sarah gasped at Jill's shot, but Jill was on a roll and turned her attention back to Chuck.

"I should have expected this from a piece of shit like you, Chuck. You lied your ass off on our date; why did I ever believe that you'd tell me the truth now? This is so typical of you, Chuck," Jill said before she turned on her heels and left. When the door closed, Sarah turned to Chuck and saw a crushed look on his face. Jill's words had hurt him; she'd cut him deep. Once again Jill Roberts had hurt Chuck Bartowski, but this time Sarah Walker was there to do something about it. The door was open in a flash, Sarah's nude form storming out into the hallway, the fiery blonde on a mission from God. Sarah saw the brunette succubus that had hurt Chuck walking towards the elevator, so in the most commanding voice Sarah could muster, she spoke.

"Jill Roberts, get your tramp ass back here this instant!" Jill froze, she'd never heard that tone from the blonde bimbo that hung out with Chuck all the time. Jill turned and saw a stunningly nude blonde standing in the hallway twenty feet behind her, her shaved mons pubis on full display as well as her full breasts. Jill tore her eyes from Sarah's form and saw the fire in her blue eyes and against her better judgment, walked back towards Sarah. When Jill got back to Sarah, the blonde grabbed Jill's arm hard and pulled her back into the room, practically throwing her through the door, which Chuck had caught to hold open. Jill stumbled, but caught herself and turned to see rage on Sarah's face, she looked like a Valkyrie from Norse mythology.

Sarah could see Jill was off balance psychologically, so she went on the attack. "You do not get to attack Chuck Bartowski, not after what you did to him back at Stanford!" As Sarah continued her attack, she took steps towards the brunette. "You lost any right to comment on what this wonderful man does, the second you cheated on him with his roommate, his best friend, just days after said best friend had gotten him kicked out of college!" Jill shrank from the truth in Sarah's words, trying to avert her eyes from the blonde's fury. "Chuck Bartowski is a good person and deserves better than a person like you. If anything, this is what a tramp like you deserves; so, don't ever talk about him like that ever again." As Sarah finished, she finally noticed how often Jill was looking at her nude body, particularly her cleanly shaven center and her pert breasts. To test whether Jill was checking her out or simply averting her eyes, Sarah moved her left leg slightly, opening her legs enough to give the brunette the slightest hint of a peak if she tried to look. Sure enough, Jill glanced, it was brief, but she'd looked.

"Oh my god, this tramp is a switch hitter!" Sarah mused in absolute shock, before she was brought back into the moment by the sound of Jill's voice.

"You're right, I don't deserve him after cheating on him... more than once," Jill said, adding that last part quietly. Chuck had been standing behind Jill this entire time, so Sarah saw him watching this entire conversation with great interest, but a hint of hurt appeared on his face after that last remark from Jill. Sarah simply nodded in confirmation of Jill's words and replied to the brunette standing before her.

"Yeah, you don't, but still, I'm in a giving mood and I see how often you've been checking me out," Sarah began, much to the shock of both brunettes in the room; regardless of their initial reactions, Sarah pressed on. She could see Jill wanting to protest or rebut that truth, so while running a tender hand over the soft skin of her center, Sarah spoke. "Don't try and deny it, you've been staring right here for the last two minutes," Sarah said before giving her kitty a gentle tap or two. Jill merely swallowed and glanced at the erotic sight before her. "If you aren't checking me out, then why won't you look away?" Sarah said in a sultry voice that certainly made Chuck blush. Sarah's nudeness was definitely having an effect on him, so this whole situation was both hot as hell, and surreal.

In a stunning twist, Jill got very meek mannered and spoke in a nervous voice, a voice that Chuck had never heard from the often-strong willed Jill Roberts. "You're really sexy," Jill said as she blushed a deep crimson color, much to Sarah's shock. That was when Sarah figured it out, Jill Roberts was secretly a submissive. The world of possibilities that revelation opened up for Sarah brought a sly smile to her face. Sarah began tracing little circles with her finger right above her pubic mound, which instantly caught Jills eye again. As Jill looked away, Sarah winked at Chuck and then spoke.

"Since Chuck fucked me so good, all of those orgasms have me in a particularly giving mood," Sarah started as she closed the distance between herself and Jill, reaching out and turning Jill's chin to look up into her eyes. "I'm in a mood to foster reconciliation this afternoon, so what do you think you could do for Chuck right here, right now, to make amends for betraying him back at Stanford?" Jill blushed at the question, while Chuck gave Sarah his patented 'I'm freaking the hell out' look behind Jill's back. Sarah once again winked at Chuck when Jill looked down at Sarah's nude form, simply drinking her in. That time, Chuck understood that Sarah had figured out something and had a plan for something to come.

"I don't know, but I'd love to make amends for what I did to Chuck," Jill said as she looked behind her at Chuck, seeing his equally nude body and soft but still impressive cock. Sarah took the opportunity to check out Jill from behind and made another discovery, which she was absolutely going to exploit.

"Have you ever let anyone fuck you in the ass?" Jill turned back to Sarah in a flash, her skin pale in shock. Jill shook her head no very quickly; Chuck might say too quickly.

Sarah was suspicious of that quick answer and said as much, "that's a lie." Jill huffed in offense at Sarah's fast dismissal of her answer.

"No, it's not, I am not lying!" Jill said back quickly, which all but confirmed for the CIA agent that Jill was lying. Jill saw the grin on Sarah's face and had a bad feeling.

"So, you're telling me that isn't a plug in your ass?" Sarah asked with a smile. Jill reached back subconsciously, almost managing to stop herself from reaching. Sarah smiled wider when she saw Jill's arm move back as if to reach back to conceal the plug that Sarah had spotted. Sarah had seen the faintest outline of something in Jill's pants, she'd suspected it was a plug, but she hadn't been sure. Thankfully Jill had confirmed Sarah's suspicions. Jill's heartrate skyrocketed as she saw Sarah reach for her belt and quickly unfasten it, opening it in no time at all.

"Stop it!" Jill protested weakly, which simply made Sarah smirk.

"Oh, hush up," Sarah replied as she opened Jill's jeans and spotted the lacy black thong underwear. Sarah had to admit, Jill had good taste in lingerie. In a quick motion, Sarah pulled Jill's jeans down past her knees. As soon as she pulled down Jill's jeans, Sarah saw Chuck's eyes widen over Jill's shoulder. Jill was mortified, but also aroused, as horrible as that sounded, so when the blonde skank pulled down her jeans, it simply increased both her embarrassment and her arousal.