And Chase. He was probably the most easy to dissect of them all. When Layla looked at him, she saw a man grappling with good and evil – carefully teetering the line of both. He was capable of cruelty in a way Layla had witnessed firsthand, but it was becoming abundantly clear to her that kindness was what he preferred. Unfortunately, it was a side of himself that he couldn’t express in the lifestyle he had chosen without appearing soft.
“He’s on the road somewhere,” Chase shrugged, “That’s what I’m assuming, anyway. Can’t really say I blame him either. I doubt I would have stuck around, you know. Having done what he did.” He paused, drumming his fingers lightly on his legs.
“Tell me about you,” he pushed Layla, “I don’t mind talking, but listening is more my thing.”
His words were simple enough but Layla couldn’t help but find them profound. It was the first time in her life that someone had asked her, in layman’s terms, to describe herself. Most people just assumed they knew everything about her, a common occurrence in a world that gave so much merit to Stardom and Celebrities.
“Alright,” Layla began, searching for the perfect way to describe twenty-three years of addiction and self-doubt in a few condensed sentences. She could feel the effects of the cocaine turning her brain into sludge, but she powered through it, not wanting the moment to go to waste. In the living room of Leo’s dilapidated cabin, which doubled as the Disciples’ clubhouse, Layla sat with a damp towel wrapped around herself, allowing the words to fall freely from her mouth.
She told Chase that she hated being famous.
That it felt like her entire life had been condensed down into a series of short, poorly directed movies. That she sometimes wished her mother loved her more, or at least acted like she did. And before Layla could stop herself, she told Chase about Leo and the illicit moment they had shared together in the clearing. Before either one of them had known what a huge mistake they were making.
“It was wrong,” Layla whispered, unable to look Chase in the eye, “but it was also the only thing in my life that ever felt right.”
Layla felt dirty as the confession stumbled from her lips. She had barely even admitted that to herself, and now, Chase knew it too. Layla silently cursed herself, feeling her cheeks burning red. When she finally found it in herself to look up at Chase, she expected a look of disgust, but what she got instead was one of empathy.
He stood up, climbing across the barrier that separated himself from Layla and taking a seat beside her on the sofa. He grabbed her clammy hand, giving it a squeeze. He didn’t speak, but it was what he didn’t say that mattered. He didn’t denounce her. He didn’t call her outside of her name, and he didn’t press her for further details on how far she and Leo had taken it.
“It doesn’t matter,” he finally said. He grabbed Layla by the chin, forcing her to look at him.
“You didn’t know.”
A lump of shame surfaced in Layla’s throat. That was the part she wasn’t sure of. The part that disturbed her and clawed away at her conscious the most. The truth was, from the moment Layla had met Leo, she had sensed that he was important to her. Maybe she didn’t entirely understand the link, or even openly recognize it, but there was still a part of her, no matter how miniscule, that knew the truth.
“Yeah,” she whispered, not wanting Chase to hear the uncertainty in her voice.
She pulled away from him, standing up.
“Yeah…I guess you’re right.”
Layla entered the cabin bedroom, shutting the door lightly behind herself and exhaling deeply. She opened Leo's dresser with shaking hands, pulling out an oversized T-shirt. Just as she went to pull it over her head, she heard the door open.
Layla jumped in surprise, dropping the shirt to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, then she looked up, coming face to face with Chase.
“What are you –” she began, startled. But Chase silenced her, bringing his lips crashing down against hers. He pulled her over to the bed, pushing her onto it.
“Shh,” he whispered.
At twenty-three, Layla's skin still had a certain luminescent quality. Her eyes, two pools of ocean green, drew Chase in without even trying. Layla shuddered, but Chase himself was far from calm inside. He had a war brewing inside himself. Layla could feel the sharp clamor of his heartbeat. The blood pumping through his veins as he gripped her arms tightly. The adrenaline inside of him as he stared deep into her eyes, his nervous system kicking into overdrive.
Chase wanted Layla. Needed her even. And now, here she was. Pressed on Leo’s bed beneath him. She was short and petite, standing no taller than 5'3 – a stark contrast to Trisha's tall, gangly frame. Her honey red hair was wavy and shoulder length, while Trisha’s locks were waist length, pin straight and blonde. All of these things stood out to Chase, but it was the soft curves and nuances of Layla's body that resonated with him the most. Trisha's breasts, while large, were firm and bulbous. Layla's were supple and symmetrical, accented by light pink nipples that practically begged to be fondled.
Layla pulled away from him, breathless and panting.
“I – I’m very appreciative that you helped me out,” she whispered quietly, her eyes never leaving Chase’s. “But…I wasn’t…I mean I didn’t offer this in return…”
Her words were soft and clumsy. Chase smiled to himself, grabbing her sweaty hand in his. He watched as she blushed, her freckled cheeks flushing red.
“I know,” Chase finally said, his voice deep and husky.
He started to pull away from Layla, dejected and horny, but she reached out to stop him. “Wait,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”
Chase looked down at her, furrowing his brows. He groaned as Layla brought her hand to his crotch, pulling at his zipper. She broke eye contact with him momentarily, focusing on her handiwork as a soft blush spread from her cheeks across her face. Chase groaned as his cock hardened, springing to life as Layla pulled down his jeans and briefs, hooking her hand around it. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, a remainder of what Chase had started but never finished with Trisha.
Without a word, Layla began to move her tiny hand up and down his length, taking her time to explore every inch. She basked in the act, looking up at Chase as a look of pleasure surfaced in his dark eyes. She took her time, making sure every pump of her hand was felt by him.
Chase let out a guttural groan.
“God you’re good at this,” he murmured underneath his breath, a waft of Layla’s shampoo reaching his nostrils as she eased herself on top of him, still pumping her hands. She smelled amazing.
“Thank you,” she whispered, flashing Chase a smile. “I’ve had practice,” she added sarcastically, her mind wandering to the handful of pornographic films she had taken part in. Layla’s words hung in limbo for a moment as she nestled her head against Chase’s head. She felt a wave of shame wash through her. She might have been young, but she was no stranger to sex.
Preoccupied by lust to dissect Layla’s remark, Chase brought an arm around her, feeling her body against his. She picked up speed, focusing on his shaft and cupping his balls in her other hand.
Chase groaned. He wanted more.
He tugged at Layla’s towel, pulling it off from around her body and tossing it to the ground. She continued to stroke him, keeping pace, her eyes never leaving his. Chase took her in like a piece of fine art. Her round breasts bounced in front of him as she worked his cock, her dime sized pink nipples rock hard and begging to be sucked. He reached forward, cupping one of her breasts in his hands and feeling its warmth. He ran the pad of his thumb over her nipples, flicking them as she moaned in satisfaction, speeding up the suction of her hands around his cock.
Neither one of them were thinking about the consequences of their actions. Chase slid his hands down Layla’s body, resting his palms against her firm, naked buttocks. He pressed his fingertips against her sides, and Layla knew full well what he wanted to do next. Chase felt her body tense up as he swatted at her bare ass che
eks playfully. She moaned, giving him all the approval he needed to continue.
The lust inside of Chase was building, dulling his senses. He could barely think straight as Layla began to relax beneath him, allowing him to fondle and squeeze her ass as she continued to please him with her hands – fully focused and on task. Tired of thinking, Chase parted Layla’s cheeks, smiling as a moan of surprise escaped her lips.
Chase had always been an ass man, and Layla’s was anything if not immaculate. He slid his hand up her back, grabbing Layla’s body and turning her over onto her stomach in one swift motion. Now on top of her, Chase grabbed her arms, pinning her precum slicked hands firmly above her buttocks as passion filled the air.
Chase stood then, pulling off his shirt and revealing his muscular chest as Layla stared up at him through her soft red curls, which had fallen into her face.
She had come down some from her high, but desire had taken over.
“That progressed quickly.”
Layla smiled, a newfound confidence in her voice. She looked down at Chase’s throbbing erection, biting down on her bottom lip. She felt in control, but a deep seeded instinct told her that Chase didn’t want her to be. He brought Layla’s hands back down to the small of her back, gripping her wrists tightly as he eased himself back on top of her, slapping her buttocks and leaving behind a red palm print.
Layla let out a soft cry as Chase pulled her upwards by the arms.
“Up,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.
Layla did as she was told, lifting her ass up into the air and bringing her knees up against her stomach. Chase groaned, palming the curve of her buttocks. He kneeled on the ground beside the bed, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
“Spread them,” he whispered, cementing the fact that he was in charge.
Layla shuddered but did as she was told. She brought her hands downward, slowly pulling her cheeks open and completely exposing her sex, which was moist, plump, and completely hairless. Chase groaned at the sight, leaning forward for a better look. He took his erect cock in his hands, his gaze moving upwards – to Layla’s puckered, untouched asshole. It was clear that she had never partook in anal before. Layla might have been with a lot of men, but that was one thing she held sacred.
Chase leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock flush against the entrance of Layla’s asshole as she tensed beneath him.
“Wait!” she cried out, turning around to face Chase. “I’ve never –”
“Shh,” Chase interrupted, pressing harder. “I know.”
He groaned as Layla struggled beneath him, watching as the head of his cock began to push forward into her ass. He told himself that what he was doing wasn’t wrong. It was strictly animalistic. He had done a favor for Layla. He had got her what she needed. Now, she was doing something for him.
“Please stop,” she panted through gritted teeth. Chase pushed her head down, grabbing a handful of her curly hair. “It hurts!”
“It’s okay,” he groaned, slowing his pace. “It always hurts a little at first.”
It was then that Chase saw exactly what he was hoping for. Layla was giving in. She loosened up beneath him, relaxing her shoulders and moaning into submission. Chase heard her say something, but over the squeaking of the mattress, he couldn’t quite make out what it was.
“What was that?” he asked her, the palms of his hands tight against her ass.
“Say it again baby, louder.”
“Please,” Layla moaned. “Harder…don’t stop…”
She kept her head down, too ashamed to look at him. Her hair fell into her face as Chase loosened his grip on her head, focusing all his energy on his thrusting. Layla told herself that she was only trying to get back at Leo. That she wouldn’t enjoy it, but that was becoming easier said than done.
A soft moan escaped Layla’s lips as her asshole flexed around Chase’s girth, inviting him inside. He continued pushing inwards, groaning as Layla grimaced and tensed slightly underneath him. When he was finally completely inside of her, he kissed her shoulder softly, whispering in her ear.
“That’s a good girl. Just relax.”
“But what about Leo –” Layla began, but Chase wouldn’t let her finish. He wasn’t thinking about Leo or Trisha or the club. He wasn’t thinking about anything but Layla and the way the muscles of her asshole felt around his cock. He paused a moment, giving her the time she needed to adjust. He reached forward, sliding his hands beneath her chest and gripping her breasts. Then, he continued thrusting, forcing Layla to continue holding open her cheeks.
Chase picked up pace, increasing the speed of his pumping when Layla didn’t object. A guttural moan fluttered out of her lips, but she was past the point of no return. Chase’s cock filled her whole, a tight fit that nearly sent them both over the edge. Chase was quivering with every thrust, pushing harder and harder inside of her. Without a word, Layla removed her hands from her buttocks, steadying herself as Chase brought his hands to her hips, plowing deep inside of her. He forced her palms back down to her cheeks, forcing her to keep herself obscenely spread before him.
With one hand, Layla did as she was told, trying her best to keep her cheeks wide open as Chase pounded into her. She eased the other beneath herself, rubbing at the wetness that leaked from her untouched womanhood. It was begging for attention and since Chase was too preoccupied by her buttocks, Layla decided to do the job herself. She rubbed at her throbbing clitoris, quiet gasps escaping her mouth.
“That’s it,” Chase groaned, leaning forward to grip Layla’s hair. In the pocket of his jeans, his phone vibrated. He knew it was Trisha. She didn’t usually call him when he was out, but he had left home on bad terms with her, and he knew she was only calling to apologize.
Chase ignored it, kneading at Layla’s large breasts with his other hand and tugging at her nipples. He was close. He felt Layla sinking further into the mattress as he pounded her. She was fingering herself feverishly, pulling her fingers out of her slit every few seconds to massage her clit. Not wanting her to come before he did, Chase pulled Layla’s hands backwards, holding them tightly as he continued to fuck her battered asshole.
“Chase,” Layla panted, “I – I’m so close…”
But Chase only gave her a deep grunt in response. He pushed Layla down roughly, holding her bruised wrists tight and gripping her ass with his free hand. Layla raised her head slightly, a loud moan surfacing from her throat. An urgency was building in her loins. She felt like she was on fire, and Chase was the extinguisher. She wanted so badly to come, but she held back, wanting him to fill her first.
Chase felt an urgency of his own building inside of himself. He didn’t just want to come. He wanted to mark Layla as his. Sure, he was married. And Layla was Leo’s daughter. But in the few seconds that built up to Chase’s release, none of that seemed to really matter. He gripped Layla’s ass as hard as he could manage, picking up speed. He released her wrists, allowing her to continue feverishly fucking herself.
A deep groan surfaced from Chase’s throat. He could feel himself swelling inside of Layla, his cock throbbing deep inside her ass.
“Oh god!” she cried out, her body shuddering beneath him. “I…I’m coming!”
That’s all it took to send Chase the edge. His body began to shake as he looked down at Layla’s soft body, which was practically vibrating in pleasure. Her ass bounced as Chase pounded into her, releasing an ocean of cum inside of her. He shut his eyes tightly, feeling himself drifting into a sea of pleasure as he rode the wave of his orgasm.
When Chase finally opened his eyes, he blinked hard, looking down at Layla as he attempted to catch his breath. Her body was still convulsing and her face was buried in a pillow, soft moans escaping from the confines of her mouth. Chase braced himself before pulling out of her, collapsing beside her battered body on the tiny mattress. He reached forward, moving a sweaty piece of Layla’s red hair that had fallen into her face back behind her ear.
She gli
stened with sweat and her hair was messy and matted, but Chase couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. He swatted her bottom lightly, placing a soft kiss on her neckline as a smile surfaced on her lips.
“I better go,” Chase finally whispered, tearing his eyes from Layla’s. He stood up, grabbing for his clothing. “You know…before Leo gets back.”
“Right,” Layla whispered. She stood up, wrapping the blanket around herself in a sudden act of modesty and grabbing at the shirt she had dropped on the floor earlier. She pulled it over hair, which was a frizzy, tousled mess.
Once he was fully dressed, Chase made his way out into the living room and Layla followed him, taking a seat on the sofa. She watched as he lit a cigarette, offering her one nonchalantly.
Layla shook her head. She could barely process what had just happened, and nicotine wasn’t going to help. She reached in her purse, pulling out the tiny bag of cocaine Chase had gotten for her.
“Hey,” Chase interrupted, pacing towards her. He grabbed the bag from her hands despite her objections, entering the cabin’s tiny bathroom and flushing it down the toilet.
Layla yelled and cursed at him, but what was done was done. She collapsed back on the sofa, a sharp pain shooting through her ankle.
“I should have never gotten that shit for you,” Chase said.
Layla rolled her eyes. Her voice was too hoarse and she was too sore to argue. She just wanted to go home, but it occurred to her then that she hardly had any home to go home to.
What has my life even become? Layla silently wondered.
Her career was dead, the man she had fallen for was her father, and the man she had just allowed to pop her anal cherry was his best friend and second in command.
It was then that Layla noticed the gold band on Chase’s ring finger.
Great, she thought. He’s even married.
“You should probably go,” she finally said, her voice flat.
But Chase only shrugged, making his towards the fridge. Layla watched as he opened it, pulling out sandwich meat, lettuce, tomato, mayo and a loaf of half eaten bread and setting it all on the counter.
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