Chase

by Chloe Thomas

  “You look nervous,” Chase states softly making me blush.

  “Erm, yeah I guess I am,” I shyly respond.

  “Why?”

  “I just, I don’t know, I guess I want this to go well.”

  “What makes you think it won’t?” I raise my eyebrows up at him. Like he needs to ask that. “Forget about yesterday. And in any case, if it happens again it happens again.”

  “Don’t go there,” I say rolling my eyes and trying to inject some humour into this conversation. Chase smirks so I think he gets it.

  “So you want this to go well...” I’m not really sure what he’s getting at.

  “Yeah, of course I do. I.... like you.” At this point that’s an understatement. Chase seems to be the only thing on my mind these days. He smiles though.

  “I know you do. I’m a little nervous too you know. Not that I can believe I’ve admitted it.” I can’t believe he’s admitted that either.

  “Does the Alpha black ops man even know what nerves are?!” I joke

  “Yes, it’s a rare occurrence but it happens. Usually when someone’s about to shoot at me mind,” he says as he laughs and shakes his head.

  “Really though? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

  “Really. I guess I’ve never done this whole dating thing.”

  “I’m not even going to dig into that.” I’m positive I don’t need to know what he’d usually do with a woman and judging by the look that just flashed across his face I don’t think he wants to go there either.

  “Probably best not. Seriously though, you’re the only girl I’ve ever even considered taking out like this, or slept over with... or thought about, constantly.” My heart feels like it does a little flip.

  “I guess you like me too then,” I’m not really sure what else to say but he laughs.

  “Yeah, I guess I do. A lot for the record.”

  The waiter brings our dinner over at that point and flashes Chase one of her brightest smiles. He doesn’t even look at her though, his eyes stay glued to mine with a small smile on his face. The rest of the dinner goes without a hitch. We chat and laugh about all sorts of random things and several hours later Chase settles up the bill and we head out. I had tried to pay at least half but he wasn’t having it, not that that I expected him to. Chase surprises me by taking us for a walk along the seafront afterwards before leading us back to his truck and heading home.

  When we get inside I flick the lights on and try to stifle a yawn.

  “Do you want to have a drink or watch a film or something?”

  “If you want to Belle, but you look pretty tired to me and it is late. We can just go to bed if you’d prefer?” It is about 11 by this point and I am tired.

  “Sounds good,” I say smiling and already heading towards my room with Chase following.

  “You want a hand?” He asks while I look at him confused. “With the zip on your dress.” He clarifies.

  “Oh, sure thanks.” Chase pulls me towards him and gently spins me round. He delicately leans in and kisses down my neck until he reaches the top of the zip. As he slowly sides it down, his fingers brushing against the skin beneath, I feel my insides clench. He gets to the bottom and turns me back around before placing a kiss on my lips. I want to deepen it but he pulls back and nods towards the bathroom, clearly wanting me to change and get in bed. I’m surprised he pulled back but then again I have wanted to go slow. I decide to go with a skimpy pair of silk pyjamas this time, wanting to feel sexier than I normally would.

  I get into bed next to Chase and he pulls me back towards him just like last night. I can feel his erection pressed into me as it has each time we’ve slept like this. It’s getting me really turned on though and I can’t help but wiggle against it. Chase groans and flips me over so we’re facing each other. He slowly leans towards me and places a kiss on my mouth before pulling back in silent question. I guess he wants to know what I want to do. I lean up to meet him, pressing my lips against his and running my tongue along the seam. He opens immediately and our tongues meet and flick against each other. He tastes perfect like always.

  As the intensity grows he reaches behind me and cups my cheeks through my pyjama shorts. I let out a little moan which seems to spur him on.

  “You want me to make you feel good Belle?” He asks in a low voice. I really do, but I’m still not ready for sex. Thankfully he seems to sense it though and sounds like he’s okay with that. “we can still play without having sex baby.”

  “Yes,” I answer, the need desperate in my voice. He smiles and begins leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth down my neck. When he reaches the silk edge of my top he moves his hand up underneath the fabric and squeezes my breast. His eyes close as he enjoys the feel before he lets go and moves up to pinch my nipple. He rolls it between his fingers causing a jolt of pleasure to corse through me.

  “Like how that feels baby?” He asks, his tone low and seductive.

  “Yes, fuck Chase, don’t stop.”

  “Oh baby, I don’t plan too.” He reaches for the hem of my top with his other hand and after pausing a moment, presumably to give me a chance to stop him, he pulls it up over my head.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he remarks as he resumes leaving a trail of kisses down my body now that there’s no fabric in the way. I’m slightly self conscious about my scars but he doesn’t seem to care. When he reaches my other nipple he sucks on it hard.

  “Ah, fuck” I cry out as my body bucks underneath him at the feeling. I hear him grunt in response and notice a wet patch on his boxers from pre-cum.

  “You’re so sensitive Belle,” Chase remarks as he slides a hand down my stomach and slips inside the hem of my shorts. “Fuck baby, you’re soaking.”

  He delicately slides between my folds lubing up his finger before gently massaging my clit. I writhe beneath him, unable to keep still and needing more.

  Chase stops sucking on my nipple and continues to leave a trail of kisses further down. When he reaches my shorts he takes his hand away and tugs at the bottom pulling them free before kissing his way up the inside of each thigh. He finally gets to the place I want him most and begins to suck and lick my clit. The feeling is exquisite and I first my hands in his hair trying to absorb it all.

  “You like that?” He asks as he brings a finger back up and gently strokes my entrance before pushing inside.

  “Oh god Chase, I want to come.”

  “I know baby, all in good time.” I thrust my body up towards him so his finger sinks deeper. “Greedy little thing aren’t you,” he chuckles but I don’t care. My brain can only focus on one thing right now and that’s my impending orgasm. He changes the angle of his finger making sure to hit my g-spot and pulses in and out of me getting faster and faster. It isn’t long before I’m about to go over the edge.

  “Come for me baby, I want you to come on my face.” Chase says in between kisses on my most sensitive part. It’s enough to undo me and I feel my orgasm wash over me. Chase makes one last hard suck on my clit and the pleasure intensifies.

  “Yes Chase, yes!” I involuntarily scream out.

  As my orgasm starts to subside Chase slows the pace of his fingers and gradually pulls them out.

  “Enjoy that baby?” Chase asks as he sucks my juices off of his finger. “You taste so good Belle,” he mumbles more to himself than me. It’s erotic to watch though and I can’t help but want a taste of him. I slide my hands down his solid abs and reach the waistband of his boxers. I run my fingers over the outside feeling the rock hard bulge beneath and hear him hiss. I start to slip my fingers inside but chase grabs my wrist and stops me.

  “Belle, you don’t have to. I don’t expect payback.”

  “Are you going to complain if I do?” I joke.

  “Jesus I’m so fucking turned on right now, have been ever since you answered the door in that red dress, but baby I’ll survive. Honesty don’t worry about it.” I can hear the strain in his voice.

  “
What if I want to,” I tease.

  “Do you?” He looks at me seriously. I place a kiss on his lips and slowly start to work down his body while letting my fingers slip inside his boxers.

  “If you get to play, I do too.” I say between kisses.

  I run my thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering up his precum before trailing it down his length. As I get to the base I wrap my hand around him and start to stroke firmly up and down. Chase makes a few grunting noises and places his hands in my hair while I continue my assault. When my trail of kisses reaches his boxers I take my hand out and start to pull them off. Chase lifts a little to help me and his cock springs free. I lean forwards placing my mouth on him and start to run my tongue across the tip and down the length of his shaft.

  “That feels so good Belle,” he groans, With each lick and suck I draw him further in. I use my free hand to play with his balls, softly massaging each one. I can feel him gently thrusting up and down to meet my mouth while his breathing increases and his eyes close enjoying the feeling.

  “Sweetheart unless you want to swallow my cum you need to stop.” Chase says, desire laced in his voice. I pull him in deeper aroused at the thought.

  “Oh shit baby,” Chase’s hands fist harder in my hair and I can tell he’s about to loose it. I cup his balls more firmly as I move faster, harder and deeper up and down his cock.

  “Yes Belle. Oh god, Im fucking coming,” he shouts before stilling deep inside my mouth. I can feel his cock pulse while hot streams of cum pour out the end. He groans loudly making incoherent noises while his eyes roll to the back of his head and his orgasm takes over.

  “Fuck yes” he says through gritted teeth. After a few more seconds I feel his grip in my hair loosen and he begins to pull back.

  “That was fucking unreal baby,” he says with a satisfied smile on his face. He leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

  Chapter 8

  Learning how to do long term

  Chase

  ————————————

  Fucking hell. Where did she learn to suck cock like that. Even as I ask the question I know I don’t want to think about the answer. Thinking of Belle with another guy pisses me off. That blow job was easily the best I’ve ever had though. Come to think of it, it was better than any of the sex I’ve ever had. I was tempted to stop her, I wanted it to be about her not me but when she seemed so keen and I was that hard it hurt, well I figured why not. That’s probably the most vocal I’ve ever been as well but Jeeze it felt fucking incredible.

  We’re cuddled up naked together now and she has to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her figure is the perfect shape now that she’s put back on some weight and her skin complexion is flawless. There’s a few scars, presumably all from Columbia, but to me they just make her look more beautiful. They remind me of how strong she is to have been through that hell and survived.

  Even though I’ve just had the most powerful orgasm of my life, my cock is still hard and ready for more. Lying up against her smooth silky skin and looking at those perky bouncy breasts of hers that fit my hand perfectly isn’t helping either. I know she doesn’t want sex yet. Every time it’s a possibility she freaks out. That’s fine though, I’d wait a hundred years for her if it makes her feel happy, comfortable and safe. I just need to get the message across to the man downstairs.

  I notice Belle looking down staring at him and try unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh. She immediately blushes and looks away.

  “Sorry babe, look all you want, I didn’t mean to laugh.” She turns her head clearly embarrassed. “Belle come on, it’s just cute that’s all, you looked kinda shocked. If it makes you feel better, I’m enjoying looking at you.”

  “I’m not shocked, just surprised it’s still up.”

  “Can’t help it babe, I keep looking at your sexy body and remembering that blowjob you just gave me and well... there it is.” I see a shy smile form on her face at my response. I reach over to the nightstand and switch the light off before snuggling her deeper against me and falling asleep.

  ***

  I wake up just after 6am, which is late for me, but I can’t pull myself out of bed. Belle’s naked body is wrapped around mine and even though I feel a little too warm, I just want to lie here and appreciate it for a while. As I let my eyes roam over her body though I feel myself getting painfully hard. Clearly it’s going to be more difficult to just admire the view and not touch than I thought. I allow myself another 10 minutes of sweet torture before dragging myself out, careful not to wake Belle, and hop into her shower. It’s really tempting to jack off but I feel like I shouldn’t so I try to ignore my permanent hard on and focus on finishing getting clean.

  It’s finally the weekend and I don’t need to go into the office today which makes a nice change. I wander into Belle’s kitchen and put the coffee pot on.

  “Morning,” I hear her sweet voice behind me.

  “Hey you, what are you doing up so early?” She’s stood there wearing my t-shirt, and given I can see her nipples poking through I’d say there’s nothing else underneath. She’s clearly still tired though, her eyes look heavy and full of sleep.

  “Can’t get back to sleep,” she shrugs. “I borrowed your t-shirt, do you mind?”

  “I see that,” I chuckle. “Nah I don’t mind, you look much cuter in it than I do,” I say as I stalk towards her and wrap her in my arms, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

  “Do you have to go into the office today?”

  “Nope, it’s Saturday and there’s nothing urgent for a change. I thought we could spend today together?” She smiles at me.

  “I’d like that. I’m supposed to be meeting up with Naomi though for coffee. You could come along if you wanted?”

  “Yeah? If you’re sure I’m not interrupting?”

  “No it’s fine. She won’t mind.”

  ***

  We head into the coffee shop and Belle looks around for a moment before frantically waving and heading towards a dark red haired girl. I recognise her from the hospital the day we brought Belle back so I assume this must be Naomi. If I didn’t know that Belle was the only one for me, I’d say Naomi was a very beautiful woman. She looks to be a similar age to Belle which makes sense and is tall, tanned and thin but still with curves in all the right places.

  “Hey hun, how are you?!” Naomi jumps up hugging Belle. They’re obviously close.

  “Naomi, this is Chase,” Belle introduces me as I shake hands and say hello to her friend. Naomi gives Belle a look comprising of raising her eyebrows and smirking. I’m not really sure what it’s supposed to mean but Belle blushes. If I had to guess, i’d say it’s something to do with me.

  “Ladies, what can I get you both?” I ask, deciding that I should go and order so they can have their girly talk or whatever the fuck it is women do over coffee.

  It takes me 10 minutes after I’ve waited in the queue to get our drinks and return to the table.

  “So you’re the one that saved Arabella?” Naomi asks looking at me. I guess we’re going straight in at the deep end with this conversation. We’re not generally supposed to talk about missions for obvious reasons so I give a vague answer skipping over any detail.

  “Well I know you guys never ask for thanks, but you should know how grateful we all are. For a time there I was starting to think the worst.” I can see the moisture glistening in Naomi's eyes. Belle’s safety and well-being obviously means a lot to her and I respect that. Belle takes her hand across the table and gives a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

  “Don’t you start crying about it. I’ve done enough of that for us all,” Belle jokes, lightning the conversation somewhat. The thought of her crying that much about it grates on me though. I don’t want to see her hurting.

  “Do you know why she was taken?” Naomi asks me. I look over at Belle not sure if I want to answer. Leo’s still looking into it and is coming up with dead ends. It doesn’t make sense to any of the lads tho
ugh which worries me. Thankfully it’s not come up in conversation with Belle recently because I haven’t wanted to put her on edge and set her recovery back. We don’t think she’s in imminent danger though or I’d have told her.

  “We’re not sure. It could be a number of reasons including completely random. We’ll keep looking into it though.” Belle looks at me in surprise. I can see I’ll have to explain this in more detail later. Shit.

  ***

  We continue to chat for an hour or so before making our goodbyes. As we head out of the shop and walk back towards my truck Belle stops and greets a woman passing by.

  “Hi Katie, how are you?”

  “Belle, it’s so good to see you again. I’m well thanks, how about yourself?” The other woman, Katie presumably, answers.

  “Yeah good thanks, I keep meaning to text you, we should go for coffee sometime.”

  “Yes that’s a good idea. You look so much better now, I’m really pleased you’re obviously working through things.” Katie says, genuinely happy for Belle. What does she mean so much better though? Belle’s never mentioned this woman before.

  “I’m getting there,” Belle responds. “Oh, Katie this is Chase,” she introduces us after me and Katie look at each other in confusion.

  “Nice to meet you,” I shake the woman’s hand. “So, how do you two know each other,” I ask making polite conversation, though admittedly I’m curious to know the answer.

  “Belle needed some help a month or so back and luckily I happened to be nearby.” It’s a somewhat cryptic answer and I look across at Belle with my eyebrows raised. I don’t push it any further with Katie as I don’t want to make her uncomfortable but as soon as we say our goodbyes and continue walking I look expectantly at Belle.

  “What?” She asks, trying to play it down.

  “Want to tell me what she was talking about?”

  “Not really.”

  “To be honest Belle, I wasn’t really asking. It sounded like you needed help badly enough that a stranger had to come to your aid? And it sounded like it happened whilst I was still in the country, and staying at yours every night to make sure you were okay.” I try to keep my voice level though I can’t help but feel pissed off.