by Hannah Ford
She smiled, her other hand reaching up and gently touching his forehead near the cut by his hairline. “Tell me about this cut you got,” she said, not quite touching the bloody scab that was forming over the fresh wound.
Chase laughed. “This is Boogie’s fault.”
“He did this to you?”
“No, he didn’t do it. But it’s his fault, because he ran his mouth—as usual.” Chase turned his body to face her and he put his hand on her leg, while draping his other arm over the side of the couch.
“So who hurt you?”
“Oh, about six or eight guys,” Chase said, grinning proudly.
“Are you serious?”
He nodded. “We went to a club in the city and drank a bunch—both of us were hammered. Boogie was stoned off his ass from that blunt he smoked on the way over. And towards the end of the night, he started chirping at some guys and there were a lot more of them than us. Still,” Chase said, his hand sliding up and down her thigh as he spoke, “the whole thing seemed to have blown over. The group of guys left the club and we stuck around for a while. But when we left, the guys were waiting for us outside. Boogie made a hasty escape and left me alone to fend for myself.”
“You mean to tell me it was eight against one?” Faith asked, her heart pounding a little at the thought of Chase all alone fighting eight men in the street. “You could’ve been killed.”
He waved this off as if it was impossible for anyone to truly hurt him. “They were just some townie hicks. I threw a few of them around—but then one dude smashed a beer bottle over my head, and that’s how I got this cut. When he hit me with the bottle, I got mad and they scattered fast.” He laughed at the thought of it.
“Promise me you won’t ever do anything like that again,” Faith said.
His smile faded. “If you stay with me and give me one more chance, I’ll never go anywhere without you.”
She sighed, but the truth was—he’d won her over again. She just couldn’t bring herself to give up on him, not matter what he did. “Of course I’ll stay, Chase.”
He leaned in and put his lips near hers, his eyes staring into her eyes. “I never meant to bring you into all of this,” he told her. “But it’s like I can’t help it. I just want you to know the truth…about everything.”
She let him kiss her, then, and his lips were like burning hot fire, and she couldn’t believe how badly she wanted him.
Her body was a slave to the way he made her feel. His every touch brought out so much pleasure, so much desire, and soon he’d unbuttoned her blouse and he was pulling it down, off her shoulders.
Chase kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth and she sucked on it, wishing it was his cock. She wanted to feel everything, right now, feel all of him.
It was crazy.
Everything with Chase was high intensity, a high wire act that she couldn’t stop watching.
Only now I’m part of it right along with him, she thought. I’m on the wire, trying to balance and knowing one wrong step and I’m a goner.
Despite the danger—or maybe because of it—she wanted to experience Chase Winters right now as if it might be the last time. She wanted to lose herself in this moment with him and forget everything else.
Faith pulled his shirt up, her hands greedily grasping his skin, rubbing his hard muscular torso, feeling the small hairs near his lower belly, sliding both palms up to massage his slick pectoral muscles.
She broke free from his kisses and bent her own head to lick and suck Chase’s nipples. His nipples were tough and hard, and his skin vaguely salty. She licked down his chest, kissing his rock hard, flat belly and he sucked in his stomach as she licked down further.
Chase reclined on the couch and let her have her way with his body, and she took the opportunity to do exactly what she’d been wanting to do since he’d begun kissing her moments ago.
She pulled down his pants, sliding them down over his perfect hips, getting wet between her legs as she caught the first glimpse of his pale, perfect skin and then quickly after that—his swollen cock was freed.
She grabbed it with both hands and stroked it, relishing the texture of it; the large, pulsing vein winding all the way up and down the shaft, and his balls, swinging freely as her one hand cupped them and the other stroked his dick.
“Fuck, girl,” he moaned, closing his eyes.
She felt his dick getting slick with pre-cum, and she stroked faster, finally putting her mouth on the head of it. He pushed further into her mouth and she sucked him in, then released him and jerked his cock harder and faster.
“Take it all in,” he told her, and she took a deep breath and then sucked his enormous cock as far into her mouth as was humanly possible.
Faith actually surprised herself with how far she went down on him, how much she was able to stretch her lips and jaw to accommodate someone of Chase’s length and girth.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “Nobody takes me as deep as you,” he whispered. “You get all the way on it, girl.”
Faith was excited to do this—to suck him hard and take him as far into her mouth as she could. She wanted him deep, she wanted to give him more pleasure than he could physically stand.
Her lips stretched further, and her gag reflex was triggering, but she ignored it, as tears came to the corners of her eyes. She was licking almost the base of his cock, her tongue swirling near his balls somehow.
She stroked the root of his dick with her hand while she moved and bobbed her head, up and down, up and down, breathing through her nostrils.
His thick, powerful hips pumped as he lay back on the couch, and he was groaning and moaning and pumping himself into her, feeding his enormous, greasy shaft further down her throat.
Finally, she pulled up and a thick trail of spit hung from her lips as she gasped for breath and took in a mouthful of air.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out. “You’re huge.”
His dark eyes were full of hunger for her, and his cock was standing more stiffly than ever. It was almost purple now, and she could tell that Chase was going to take her fully.
He moved forward like a cat, ripping her shirt off, taking all of her clothes off almost frantically. His hands ripped and clawed, freeing her from everything she wore, and then he was fingering her wet pussy, and seeing how sopping wet her mound was—he began feeding the head of his cock directly into it.
They were on the couch still, Faith on her back, legs spread wide, as Chase hunched over her, his gigantic frame balanced precariously, pushing his cock into her slit, fucking her.
As he entered her wet, slick hole, they both moaned in pleasure—in ecstasy.
And then their eyes met, and both of them smiled in relief and acknowledgment.
“You feel so fucking good,” he told her. “So tight.”
“Oh, Chase—you’re going to make me come soon,” she whispered.
They stayed looking at one another as he continued to enter her pussy, her wet, juicy mound of quivering flesh, and he penetrated her core.
Her chest heaved. “Oh,” she cried. “Oh.” A feeling she hadn’t ever quite felt before started in her pussy—but it was somehow connected to the way he was watching her, looking into her eyes and she into his.
She felt truly seen and it was the most erotic moment of her life.
“I’m coming, Chase—I’m coming. Oh, God.” She couldn’t believe it. He was barely even fucking her, just sliding inside her—and yet the way he was looking at her, penetrating her, it felt so good and so exciting.
He slid deeply in as she climaxed, her arms wrapping around his back, clawing at his skin, as he kissed her mouth. His tongue slid into her mouth and she breathed into his, moaning as he fucked her now, slowly.
His pelvis arched and then pounded into her again and again, and each time, it was another wave of deep emotion and pleasure.
Their bodies fused, as he pressed closer and closer, and she spread her legs, taking him deeper in until he could go
no further.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he whispered.
She looked into his eyes once more. “Do it. Come inside me. Everything.”
He began furiously pumping, his hips swiveling, his cock slick and dripping with their comingled juices.
He pulled completely out for a moment, holding the base of his engorged cock with one hand, and then he spurted a stream of white hot cum onto her pussy lips, before pushing back into her slick hole and letting loose the rest of his seed.
Chase cried out, groaning, as she also climaxed again.
“Fuck me,” she said, breathless. “Fuck me.”
And he did.
* * *
Afterwards, they went and showered together in the master bath.
They were like a couple of teenagers, laughing and giggling, totally at ease with one another.
She soaped Chase’s body like before, rubbing him down, feeling every inch of him, enjoying the interplay of his well-muscled frame.
There wasn’t any sex this time, but there was lots of sensual enjoyment of one another.
Chase, for his part, wanted to wash her hair, and she let him. He massaged her scalp like a pro, and she closed her eyes, feeling the hot water and steam and her love’s fingers, pressuring her scalp and making her feel like she was at some spa getting the royal treatment.
After the shower, they both got changed into sweat pants and t-shirts, and they went downstairs and Chase broke out ice cream, making them up each a bowl of Peanut Butter Cup ice cream and proudly handing her the bowl, like a kid showing his parents what he made in class that day.
They sat on the couch, cuddled together, with a quilt covering their laps, and she curled up next to him, watching a Matt Damon movie where he played a criminal mastermind.
It didn’t matter what the movie was, though.
They were together. It was late at night and so much had happened, and yet they’d made it through all the drama and fighting.
Boogie was forgotten.
Chase leaving her alone for hours without explanation was forgotten.
The wounds, at least temporarily, were closed.
They watched the movie mostly in silence. It was enough just to be close, just to know they had one another.
She put her bowl of half-finished ice cream down and soon began to drift off, and when she awoke, Chase had turned the television set off and was picking her up like a father might pick up his sleeping child.
“Oh, I fell asleep,” she said, as he lifted her easily off the couch in the darkness.
“Shhh…” he said. “Don’t worry.” He held her in his arms and then walked her upstairs and into the master bedroom, laying her on the bed and tucking her in.
“Chase…” she said. “I love you. I really do.”
“I love you too,” he said, sliding into bed next to her and holding her.
“Promise we’ll always be like this.”
“Always,” he promised.
And then he fell asleep too, at perhaps the same time as she. They drifted off like that together and didn’t wake up again until the doorbell rang.
It seemed that just moments had passed when Faith startled awake once more—and Chase was already on his feet, putting on his clothes.
“What happened?” she said, her heart pounding. “Is everything okay?”
“Someone’s here,” he said, as he pulled a shirt on over his massive torso, covering his tattoos.
The doorbell rang again. Faith got out of bed, too.
“I’m coming with you,” she said.
He shrugged, and then started out of the room, as she put her clothes on. By the time she’d gotten dressed, Chase had already gotten downstairs and was opening the front door.
“Hey,” she heard him saying, and his tone was one of concern and surprise.
There was the sound of a woman’s voice, but Faith couldn’t hear her words. Just knowing it was a woman sent her stomach into knots.
And Chase had sounded caring and concerned, which made her wonder if this wasn’t some ex-lover or ex-girlfriend showing up at his doorstep.
Just the thought of it made her almost unbearably jealous.
Calm down, Faith. It could be anyone standing out there right now.
She hurried out of the bedroom and ran down the stairs to the first floor. Already, Chase was letting the woman in.
It took Faith a moment to register that Monique was standing in the apartment, talking to Chase.
Monique was wearing a long dark coat and dark sunglasses. She looked much different than she had the other night. It was as if she was attending a funeral.
“Hi, it’s me again,” Monique greeted her. Her voice was low and raspy. “I’m so sorry to disturb you guys, but I didn’t know where else to go.”
Chase was clearly uncomfortable. “What…ah…do you want—you know…do you need anything?”
Monique shrugged slightly, and Faith realized that this was truly a job for a woman. Chase was a big, strapping, strong man. He had no idea what it was like to be vulnerable, to be in Monique’s situation.
“Do you want to talk for a minute, just the two of us?” Faith said. “We can sit and have coffee in the kitchen.” She looked at Chase and he seemed relieved to be off the hook.
“I actually wanted to hop in the shower,” he said. “I’ll be down in like twenty or thirty minutes.”
Faith waved at him. “We’ll be fine,” she assured him, and then put her hand on Monique’s shoulder. “Coffee sound good?”
“Yes,” Monique said, and her voice was strained but grateful. “Thank you.” She pulled off her sunglasses and her eyes looked very tired, and one of them was black and blue.
Faith felt a surge of pure, unadulterated rage as she realized that this was clear proof that Chase’s story was true—not that she ever had reason to doubt it.
They walked into the kitchen and Faith started a pot of coffee. As she worked, Monique unbuttoned her coat and put it over the chair next to the table and then sat down.
“I’m not sure if Chase told you about what happened to me the other night…”
“He did,” Faith said.
There was a long silence and Monique didn’t seem anxious to fill it.
“So,” Faith said, smiling, trying to put Monique at ease. “I take it you’re not just here to test out my coffee making skills.”
“No, I wish that was what brought me here,” Monique replied wearily. She dragged a hand across her forehead and closed her eyes. “I’m dead tired. Haven’t slept in forty-eight hours. And I’m scared, too.” She opened her eyes and Faith was struck once more by how beautiful Monique was, even with everything that was happening to her.
“What are you scared of, right this instant?” Faith asked.
“That I don’t know what I’m doing. That my life is going down the drain.”
“Anything else?” Faith probed.
Monique licked her lips and tapped the table, nodding. “I’m scared of him,” she whispered.
“Do you want to tell me about what happened to your eye?”
“I hardly remember. But I know what happened because it’s happened before. This wasn’t the first time, not even close.”
Faith sighed, pulling down two mugs from the cupboard and then pouring the steaming coffee into them. Her own heart was beating fast but her hands weren’t shaking yet, at least. “How do you take it?”
“I have no idea,” Monique croaked. “I guess I’m just crazy like that.”
“No, I mean your coffee. How do you take it?”
The two women made eye contact and burst into laughter. Instantly, a great deal of the tension left the room.
“Black,” Monique said, and that set them both to laughing once more.
Faith brought her mug to her and then sat down next to her with her own mug, and crossed her legs. “Tell me about him,” she said.
“Well, first of all—to me, he’s not Velcro. He’s just Steve.”
“I know,” Monique said. “We’re our own little club—girlfriends and wives of athletes, and especially superstar athletes. It’s something that you can’t really relate to unless you’re one of us. That’s part of why I came here. I figured you’d be here with Chase, and I wanted to talk to you.”
“Really? You were looking for me?”
Monique chuckled. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“I don’t know.” Faith shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Well, you should give yourself more credit.”
Faith smiled. “Fine, I will.” She took a sip of coffee. “So, about Steve…”
Monique’s slight smile dwindled on her face a she contemplated the topic of her fiancé. “Steve’s complicated.”
That seems like quite the understatement, Faith thought, as she stared briefly at the ugly shiner on Monique’s eye.
Monique didn’t seem to notice Faith’s staring. She pursed her lips and took a deep breath. “When we first met, it was electric. The physical and emotional connection we had was off the charts. Know what I mean?”
Again, Faith did. She nodded her understanding, thinking of what had transpired between her and Chase. “Yeah, it can be interesting.”
“I bet.” Monique arched an eyebrow. “The two of you look like you want to jump each other all the time.”
“We do?”
“Hey, I’m not judging.” Monique laughed more easily. “Anyway, me and Steve used to be like that. It was just, like, hot, all the time. He truly swept me off my feet. And even when the first signs of trouble started, I didn’t really notice because everything was moving so fast. Steve invited me to come live in Boston with him, and I did. I moved away from everyone and everything I knew to be here with Steve, to support his career—and to build our life together.”
Faith felt sweat beads breaking out on her forehead. Listening to Monique was in some strange way, like hearing herself talk about Chase. The exciting early days, the warning signs, the refusal to see the darkness ahead.
Sacrificing so much for one man you didn’t know well enough.