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Stake Out, Make Out: A Chenford FanFic Episode Five – A Spicy Bonus Story because I miss them too. Can’t wait for February 20th!
Lucy undid his shirt and trailed her fingers down his chest and over his stomach. She reached around him, bringing their bodies close, pressing the tiny device against his spine between his shoulder blades, securing it with flesh-colored tape.
She left the wire hanging, and instead of securing it, she followed the dip of his spine to the waist of his jeans, dipping her fingers between his cheeks, making him want more.
“Chen….” Despite his stern sergeant-like tone, his warning melted into a groan when her lips trailed down his throat.
“Fuck, Luce… we shouldn’t,” he gasped, arching beneath her to brush his chest against her sweet tits. The distraction of her hard nipples beneath her t-shirt allowed Lucy to sneak past his defenses and settle onto his lap.
“What? It’s not like anyone can see us,” Lucy mumbled, then dragged her teeth over the corded muscle of his neck.
“Fuuuuck.”
She is right. Tucked in the corner of this empty parking garage, no one will spot them. No, wait. Tim gave himself a mental shake and wrapped his hands around her biceps, moving her tempting mouth away from his, which set her grinding on his dick while gazing at him from beneath her lashes.
“Keep teasing me, sweetheart, and I promise there’ll be consequences later.”
“What if I want those consequences now?” She rotated her hips some more until he clamped a hand down on her left side to still her, but now she pressed tight against him, and her heat seeped into his skin despite the barrier of their clothing, weakening his resolve.
Lucy meant everything to him, and he found himself easily persuaded.
Tim slid his other hand up the back of her neck and sank his fingers into the neat bun she styled her hair in for work, pulling her toward him. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, freeing it from the grip of her teeth. Then he licked the seam of her lips, demanding she open for him, stroking and tangling his tongue with hers until they pulled apart, breathless and hungry with need.
He wanted more. He wanted Lucy sinking onto his cock, riding him until they both found release in one another, but they were on a stakeout, and he needed to be wired and ready for when their perp showed up to make the buy.
Damn it.
“Luce,” he said between nips at her lips. “We gotta stop. I need to get ready.”
She sighed, and her warm breath teased his lips. “I know you’re right, but having you at my mercy is… distracting.”
“You want the control, baby?”
“I… yeah, I do.”
“Then let’s get this op finished, and I promise you can have me on my knees or in any other position you want.” Tim relished the look in Lucy’s eyes. When she landed on something and smiled, he realized he was in for a wild ride later.
“Fine. Take off your shirt.”
“Luce.” He warned.
“What? I want to get a feel for it. But I also need to finish taping down your wire.”
He gave her a smirk and shrugged his shirt off. Then he lifted his arms and linked his hands behind his head. “Have at it then.”
“Funny.”
Lucy positioned the wire across his side and covered it with tape. The stuff is going to be a pain in the ass to remove. She placed the rest beneath his right pec, securing the mic below where the third button of his shirt sat, allowing him to leave them undone, giving their bad guy the false sense he didn’t wear a wire.
“All done.”
Just then, the chief got on the line. “Bradford, Chen, flip over to channel three.” Lucy scrambled off his lap and flicked over to three.
“Yes, sir?” Tim hoped their commanding officer overlooked the breathy cadence of her voice.
“MmHm.” Nope, he didn’t. Lucky for them, he didn’t comment on it further. “I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?”
Lucy looked at him, and he shrugged. “Get the bad over with.”
“We’ll take the bad first, sir.”
“The guy you needed to contact is dead. Turns out his wife didn’t like him stepping out and shot him when he got home last night.”
“No shit,” Tim muttered.
“No shit is right,” came Grey’s disgruntled response. Lucy mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ for engaging the call button.
Tim rolled his eyes and held his hand out for the radio. Lucy handed it over, and he asked, “What’s the good news?”
“The two of you have an unexpected afternoon off. I’m sure you’ll find something to do with it.” The chief signed off, and they remained still for ten seconds. Then Lucy launched herself at him.
Tim caught her by the waist, and they tumbled into the back of the van, rolling until Lucy straddled his waist, hovering above him with a glint of mischief lurking in her desire-filled eyes. “What did you say about being on your knees or in any other position I desired?”
“Whatever you want, Luce,” he said, gazing into her eyes while he rubbed his hands up and down her jean-clad thighs. “I’m yours.”
“Take off my pants.”
“Yes, ma’am.” However, he didn’t do it right away. He teased her, dragging his fingertips along the waist of her jeans where her t-shirt lifted to expose the soft skin of her stomach.
She shivered beneath his touch.
By the time he undid the button of her jeans and tugged her zipper down, she vibrated against the length of his cock. He palmed her ass, edging the material over her hips until she lifted, helping him get her jeans the rest of the way off.
Her underwear met a darker fate. He tore them at her hips and pulled the useless scrap of lace from between her thighs.
“I’ll take those,” she said, snagging them from him. “By the way, you owe me a new pair.” She balled the material up. “Now, open your mouth.”
Tim’s lips parted, and his jaw dropped. Lucy stuffed her panties into his mouth, and he tasted her on the material, making him moan.
“Good, they muffle the noise. Can’t have any looky-loos coming around because they heard your shouts of ecstasy.”
“Huh?”
Lucy ignored him, turned, and straddled his waist. Then she cinched her legs tight along his sides, trapping him further by locking her feet over his forearms. Confined to her satisfaction, she undid his pants and wiggled them down enough to free his cock.
“Mm,” she hummed and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking his length, causing his muscles to seize with pleasure. He almost came when she arched her back, raised her ass, and wrapped her lips around him, sucking him deep into her mouth, giving him the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
Lucy kept herself out of his reach, leaving him in a look but can’t touch or taste scenario. He needed more and worked her panties out of his mouth while she sucked him deeper into hers.
“Oh fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned, getting closer to the point of no return. “Luce, please let me eat your pussy. I need you coming on my tongue when you suck me dry.”
She didn’t bother with words, just unhooked her feet from his arms. The moment she did, Tim grabbed her by the hips and yanked her toward his parched mouth, but before he tasted her, Lucy popped off his cock. “Wait, I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“If I had to choose a way to die, you riding my face while I drown in your arousal seems like an ideal way to go.”
Like he hoped, it made her laugh. He loved hearing Lucy laugh.
“You’re such a charmer.” She stared at him while a smile played about her lips. “I love you.”
“Love you, too. Now, get up here and do your best to suffocate me, woman.”
She arched her brow. “Are you topping from the bottom?”
“Never.” He winked and gripped her thighs a little tighter.
“Pinch me if it becomes an issue.” She snarled when he didn’t answer her. “I mean it, Tim.”
No need for her to worry. “I promise I’ll pinch you right here.” Tim grasped the fleshiest part of her right butt cheek with his thumb and index finger.
Lucy squealed but got him back by sucking hard on the tip of his cock, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Then she settled over his mouth.
The outside world fell away, and he hummed against her slick flesh, flicking his tongue from her clit to her opening to stroke inside her, determined to lap up every drop of her essence. “Fuck, you taste good, baby.”
“Mm,” she moaned around him, working him to the back of her throat. His orgasm built at the base of his spine, but he needed her to come on his tongue first.
Tim slipped two fingers inside her, flexing them against the front wall of her vagina while he focused his mouth on her bundle of nerves at her apex. He sucked her clit past his teeth, flicking it with his tongue until she let go of his cock and screamed his name while she came.
“Who needs to be more careful about how loud they get?” He teased but didn’t wait for her answer, choosing to work her toward another, even louder release, which he hungrily lapped up the moment she let go, somehow keeping his own at bay while she writhed and came above him.
He wanted to come, but he wanted to let go deep inside her pussy, while she came once more, wrapped around his cock.
His hips jerked when she dragged her tongue over the tip of his cock, lapping up his leaking precum. “Wait. Please, baby, let me come while I fuck you.”
Lucy stroked him, keeping him on the cusp, then she flipped around, sliding down his body to impale herself on his cock, making them both moan.
“You gonna give me one more, baby?”
“Mm, I’ll try.”
“And I’m going to help you get there.” He pressed his left hand on her belly and dipped his thumb between her folds, seeking her clit. The moment he touched it, Lucy arched into him, rocking up and down on his cock.
She clenched around him, and he worked her clit faster. When the ripples of her third orgasm fluttered around his cock, he held her tight to him and pumped up into her, filling her with his cum while he groaned her name into the crook of her neck.
Lucy collapsed onto his chest while he remained inside her, still hard and pulsing with the last of his release.
Amid being blissed out on endorphins, a fleeting thought rocked him to his very core. What if this time Lucy got pregnant?
For a moment, he let images fill his mind of her swollen with his child, supporting her while she gave birth, holding both her and their baby in his arms….
Lucy had an implant and now wasn’t the right time, but he wanted a family with her someday. He wanted everything with this woman.
Tim pressed his nose against her hair and breathed her in. Then he shuddered and slipped from inside her. He pulled her tight against him, and Lucy nestled beneath his chin, kissing his racing pulse.
“There better be some paper towels or wet wipes in this van because we are a mess,” she lamented against his neck, making him chuckle.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure there’s something in the kit in the corner.” They jumped when the radio crackled to life.
“Uh, hey guys? Does this mean I get the afternoon off, too?” Lucy lifted into a sitting position and eyed the radio with distaste. The sound of Smitty’s voice dimmed their afterglow.
He groaned. “We forgot about Smitty.”
“Sir?”
“Uh, Bradford?”
“Chen, you there?”
Neither moved to answer. Lucy glanced at him over her shoulder with a smirk on her lips. Then she retrieved one of her shoes from beneath her discarded jeans and flung it at the radio. And with the precision of her marksman skills, she nailed the off switch. “Much better.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
“Love you too, babe.”
Despite their sticky state, Lucy settled back into his arms. He knew being sprawled on a cargo van floor would get uncomfortable quickly, but for now, he wrapped himself up in the woman he loved.
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