by Hannah Ford
“Why not?” Chase asked, laughing a little.
“Because,” she said. But then she realized she wasn’t sure why it felt wrong. “I mean, how can he just get me a brand new phone? Those things are expensive.”
“Don’t worry, Rick will take care of you, that’s what he’s paid to do,” Chase said. His intense eyes looked unblinkingly into hers and she felt uncomfortable.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he told her, shaking his head. “It’s really not a big deal.”
“Well, thank you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
It got quiet again, as Chase moved to a large, gorgeous table in what must have served as the dining area. Clearly, it hadn’t been used much, but there was a stack of papers on it, and Chase put his hand on the papers and slid them towards her. “You should sign these,” he said.
“Sign what?” she asked, hesitantly coming forward.
“Just some legal stuff that says you won’t go running off and blabbing to TMZ or Entertainment Tonight about what goes on between me and you.” He looked at her with those devilish eyes.
Faith swallowed, her throat dry. “I don’t get it.” She picked up the top piece of paper. It said Non-Disclosure Agreement in black bold type. But everything after that was legal gibberish to her.
“It’s nothing,” he said, “just a formality.”
She looked up at him, as he stood close to her. “What would I blab about?”
He smiled at her, and suddenly she could feel his body heat like a blast from a furnace, and she could see parts of the tattoos on his chest through the gaps in between the buttons of his shirt. “If you want to know what’s going to happen between us, you better sign those forms, girl.”
“There’s too many. I can’t read all of that right now.”
“Sign it or leave. It’s simple.” He stopped smiling, and now he’d picked up the papers and was holding them in his enormous hand, as if she’d lost the right to even look them over.
Faith stared at that hand, those fingers, imagined what they would feel like brushing against her skin, holding her. She would feel so small, so vulnerable in his arms.
She’d only gone all the way with one boy in her whole life. There had been other boys that she’d fooled around with, but only one real boyfriend. His name was Felix—a horrible name for a somewhat horrible person. Well, he hadn’t started off horrible. They’d dated through most of high school and he’d taken her virginity her senior year. They’d slept together on numerous occasions, but it hadn’t been anything to write home about.
Felix was skinny, taller than her but not very muscular, and his lovemaking had been somehow tepid. Not that she knew exactly what good lovemaking would be, but she’d seen enough movies, read enough books, heard enough girl-talk to know that it could be better than Felix’s three minutes of pumping and then falling on top of her, breathing hotly on her mouth as he climaxed.
Somehow, remembering Felix, a puzzle piece in her head felt as though it had clicked in. Just recalling the way he’d dumped her unceremoniously one day by Facebook message.
He’d been a terrible lay and a boring boyfriend, and yet she’d stayed with him for years.
Now, here she was in the presence of greatness, standing near a gorgeous hunk with sex appeal for days, and she was second-guessing it.
Why? How many better offers did she have at the moment?
None, that was how many.
“Okay,” she sighed, resolved to give Chase what he wanted—anything he wanted. “I’ll sign.”
Chase’s jaw shifted from side-to-side, as he looked her over, measuring her. “Don’t make me sorry I did this,” he told her, handing the papers back to her.
It was funny, Faith thought as she took the pages and laid them on the table and began signing them. She was the one who would most likely be sorry for having done it, and yet Chase was acting as though he was the person taking all the risk.
She didn’t understand any of it, and she certainly didn’t grasp the legal mumbo jumbo that her eyes glazed over as she tried to get a sense of what she was even signing.
In the end, Faith simply signed her life away, knowing that there never had been any choice for her. Sometimes you just wanted something or someone badly enough that you’d be reckless and crazy in order to have it—or him.
When the last page was signed, she put the pen down. “Well, I guess that’s it. Now what? Do we give it to your lawyers or someth—“
And then his lips were on hers, as if he’d been waiting for her to sign that one last page before he could take her in his arms.
His hands were on her hips, and they were as strong, maybe even stronger than she’d anticipated. His lips were soft in a way that she hadn’t noticed from the previous kiss—soft, but also greedy. His hands were greedy too, and Faith found that she liked his excitement. It fueled hers.
As his lips worked against her lips, one hand slid around her hip and started making its way to her ass. He pulled her body against him now, and then pressed forward until her butt hit the edge of the table, the legs of the table making a low squeal as it shifted on the hardwood floor.
“You taste so fucking good,” Chase said, as he pulled back and looked her over.
Faith found that she’d momentarily lost the power of speech. She’d never felt so turned on in all her life. If she’d been more bold and courageous, she would have started unbuttoning his shirt and sliding her hands inside to feel his skin, to know what his body was like without the clothing between them.
Those hard, dark eyes of his looked down at her, and they were truly hypnotic, like the eyes of some dangerous predator. There was no softness in his eyes, not that she could tell, but there was wanting and needing.
And to be wanted and needed by someone as exciting and sexy as Chase Winters was as hot as anything Faith could have imagined.
Hotter, in actuality. And realizing that, realizing that this truly was the quarterback of The New England Nationals kissing her, touching her, wanting her, she had to stop and take stock of the situation.
“What is this?” she suddenly asked, unable to simply continue without questioning what was going on.
Chase stared down at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I mean, this doesn’t make any sense,” she told him. “You could be with any girl right now, but for some reason you brought me over here. Why?”
“Because I felt like it,” he answered.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“It’s going to have to,” Chase replied, leaning his hard body into hers. “Because I don’t do the twenty questions bullshit. Never have and never will.”
“I feel like maybe you’re messing with me for some reason.”
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, studying her face. “It’s pretty obvious what’s going on right now. Isn’t it?”
In a way, she supposed it was. She nodded, her cheeks flushing as between her legs moistened. He was pressing his hips into hers and she could feel it—hard, big, just like the rest of his body.
“I wish you’d just explain—why me?” she whispered, as he rocked against her again, stimulating her pussy so much that she closed her eyes and moaned.
“This is why,” he said, his voice low as his lips brushed hers and his hands reached up and grabbed her breasts. “Because it fucking feels good. That’s why I do everything I do, baby. Because I’m good at it and I like doing it.”
“You are…good…” she moaned, as he kissed her neck and massaged her tender, sensitive breasts with his strong hands.
His fingers, though large and thick, were incredibly knowing and supple. He instantly knew how to tease her nipples through her shirt, causing them to get stiffer than ever before—so stiff that they ached.
This is insane. I don’t even know him. What am I doing right now?
Part of her was certain
that she was being totally irresponsible and crazy, but the other part of her simply couldn’t keep her hands off him. She was wet, she’d never been so excited, so desperate for anything in her life. Granted, she didn’t have a very large history to draw from, but still, she knew enough to realize that whatever this was—it didn’t come around often.
And then she was daring enough to force her hands underneath his shirt, and as her palms came into contact with his warm skin and tight abs, Faith felt her inner space quivering with new and unparalleled lust.
His skin was hot. His muscles flexed beneath her eagerly exploring hands, as Chase started kissing her mouth again.
Chase’s hands moved down and slipped under her blouse and then slid up to her breasts, expertly pushing her bra up and over them, so that her chest was now completely unencumbered.
“Oh god,” she moaned, throwing her head back. His gigantic hands were rubbing her nipples, exerting just the right amount of pressure to get her off.
“I’m gonna suck your titties right now,” he announced, lifting her shirt over her head.
For a flash of a moment, she was insecure. What would he think of her body, would he judge her harshly considering all of the beautiful women he was constantly exposed to?
But then she caught a glimpse of the hungry look on his face and her doubts quickly faded.
There wasn’t even a thought in her mind of halting the action. In fact, she’d never been more glad to hear something so outrageous spoken aloud.
Instantly, his lips were kissing her breasts, teasing her, knowing she wanted his mouth directly on her nipples.
She watched him kiss her flesh, and she delighted in his apparent enthusiasm. Faith wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him into her as he started to flick her nipples with his tongue.
“You want me to suck your nipples, huh?” he said, grabbing each bare, pale breast in either hand and then using his thumb and forefinger to rub her pink nipples so that they became even more erect.
There was such a sweet feeling when he did this, an ache that reached all the way into her belly and drifted down between her legs. It was a sweet ache, a gnawing sensation of wanting more, desperately wanting more than what he was giving her so far.
“Please do it,” she breathed, unable to stop herself from begging.
Chase flicked his tongue out again and again, breathing onto her skin, teasing her more and more as she grew impossibly wet.
He was getting her so worked up that she was truly losing all control, all internal balance, and all semblance of rationality. In this state, Faith would’ve done absolutely anything he’d commanded if it meant having more of him.
She stared at him, at his body, her mouth open as he glanced at her and saw the look on her face.
Chase smiled arrogantly, leaned back, displaying that easy quickness and grace as he ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew off and rattled around on the floor. “Get a good look,” he said, as she stared in awe at the undulating skin, the beautiful and seductive tattoos on his chest now up close and personal.
“Your body’s amazing,” she said, staring at it. His chest was so broad and expansive, and she couldn’t resist touching it. Her hands reached out and clawed his skin, rubbing his pectorals as he watched her with something of an amused expression.
Now her hands slid down to his stomach again and then lower, wanting to see even more.
“Go on, don’t be shy,” he told her, his expression no longer amused, his voice low and raspy. His nostrils flared as her hand dug just ever so slightly under his beltline, and Faith realized he was just as turned on as she was, if less obvious about it.
“Is it big?” she asked, slowly inching her hand further down between his stomach and the waistline of his pants.
She liked talking dirty to Chase—it was a side of her personality she hadn’t even known existed previous to this encounter. In the past, she’d always been fairly quiet, mostly confining her reactions to moans, maybe a grunted yes or no, but nothing more.
“Feel it and decide for yourself,” Chase said, leaning back again and allowing her to unbutton his pants. She could already see the enormous bulge in his boxer briefs. They clung to him, and the outline of his cock was clear as day.
And it was big. Big enough to be scary and intimidating.
But she wanted it badly, wanted to touch it and see it, handle it, eventually suck on it.
“Oh, it’s hard,” she said, stroking it from the outside. She could feel the heat radiating from the enormous bulge in his boxers as her fingertips ran the length of it.
In fact, it was so large that the top of his boxers weren’t fully covering his erection. The head of his penis had started to poke out of the waistband, and it looked like a helmet, engorged and full.
Faith slowly grasped his shaft and then ran her hand up to the top of the boxers until she came to the head of him, which she slowly withdrew, pulling his boxers down with one hand while the other began stroking his cock.
Chase leaned back further as she began massaging his cock, up and down, watching it grow, shockingly, bigger and bigger, elongating, filling up the curve of her hand. Her thumb could no longer connect to the tips of her fingers, that’s how thick he was.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he told her, closing his eyes as she continued using her hand on him.
Faith was in awe of him. After all, she’d seen porn before, and what Chase Winters had been keeping in his pants was at least as big as some of those guys.
When he was fully aroused, his penis had a sexy arch to it, and Faith was already imagining what that would feel like in her mouth.
But then again, taking him inside her mouth was not just a given, considering the size of him. She truly was anxious at the thought of being unable to please him in that way, of coming up short compared to the more experienced women he’d surely been with in his life.
Chase opened his eyes, and his gaze connected with hers, and there was an intensity there that she hadn’t expected.
His eyes, she realized, were completely steady and unwavering. They took in everything, every detail—missed nothing.
She wilted a little under his scrutiny and felt somehow small, lacking in the qualities that would make Chase Winters find her desirable.
But in her moment of weakness, he suddenly moved forward and picked her up by her waist and deposited her onto the table, so that she was now sitting on it, shirtless, legs spread as Chase stood in front of her.
He leaned down and in, kissing her lips and forcing his slick, hot tongue inside her mouth, grabbing the back of her head with his hand, wrapping his fingers in her hair. His other hand massaged her breast and then he sunk down and started sucking her nipples the way she’d been longing for him to do.
Faith’s eyes rolled back as the ache that had been building in her breasts was released by his forceful licking and sucking of her erect nipples. The more he licked and sucked, the wetter she became between her legs, and she could feel her center space opening wider and wider.
And as he continued sucking, his hands moved down and unzipped her jeans and then delicately removed them, the process happening so easily that it didn’t even seem strange when suddenly she was simply naked but for her panties.
“I can smell your pussy,” Chase told her, as he kissed and nibbled her left nipple. And his hand reached down, rubbing the folds of her pussy through the soaking wet panties. “Damn, you’re really wet, too. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.”
She inhaled deeply, wanting nothing more than for Chase Winters to enter her, and yet she was afraid, too, for so many reasons.
Faith glanced down, taking in his muscular shoulders and those tattoos, his body looking like some powerful CGI cartoon of a super hero come to life. And here he was, wrapping that body around hers, his muscles shifting, flexing as he touched her all over.
“I want it,” she whispered, her lips trembling as she spoke the words.
“Are you sure?�
�� Chase asked, kissing down to her stomach. His large hands pushed her legs apart as he made room for his broad shoulders.
Now his face was in line with her pussy, and he leaned in as her legs slid on top of his shoulders, her feet hanging over his back. He slid closer still, and his tongue arched out of his mouth and licked her panties in a vertical line, up and down.
She cried out. It felt just as though he’d licked her bare pussy.
Nobody had ever done that. Felix hadn’t been interested, and the couple of other guys she’d messed around with had only wanted her to suck them off, as if it was too much trouble to bother pleasuring her.
Clearly, Chase didn’t feel the same. He seemed to genuinely like touching her, sucking her, licking her.
Faith’s stomach shivered uncontrollably, all of her body was trembling with the urge to come, to give in to the onrushing feeling of release, her body thriving with the knowledge that she was in the hands of a master.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she moaned, as she was beginning to climax and he hadn’t even licked her again yet.
But then he did lick her once more, still over the panties, and she came anyway, her entire body went rigid as she felt the most spectacular orgasm she could ever have imagined. It was a full-body-climax, and it took her over completely.
As she climaxed, Chase pulled her panties aside and began licking her folds, sucking on her bare pussy lips as she cried out so loudly that her throat was raw from it.
“Holy shit,” she said, as the trembling in her body was continuing, and with Chase licking and sucking her, she was about to go off again.
It was a little terrifying, really, how much control she’d lost of her own body. Everything felt too loose, too shaky, and she was dizzy with the attraction and excitement.
Watching Chase’s lips come into contact with her slick, wet and open slit was getting her so turned on again that…
She cried out, another intense orgasm exploding inside her body, wracking her with pleasure that was overwhelming.
Chase seemed to get even more enthusiastic with his tongue as she came, and Faith could feel her juices spilling out from all of the gratification her body was receiving.