by Ruby Madden
“Hello?” Daylen said hesitantly.
“Daylen, baby.” Her mother’s shaky voice reached her ears.
“Hey, mom! Did you hear that Chase won the Heisman?” Daylen asked as she looked at Chase, who smiled brightly.
“Yes, sweetie. But that’s not why I’m calling.” Pat’s voice quivered and a chill ran down Day’s spine.
“What is it, mom?” Day asked warily. Chase frowned at her.
“I-It’s Chase’s mom.” Pat’s voice filled with emotion. “I don’t want to ruin his night, but he should know.”
“Mom, what happened?” Daylen asked with an overwhelming sense of dread.
“S-She committed suicide. Ben McCoy f-found her in bed. She t-took a bunch of p-pills.” Her mother told her tearfully.
Day clapped a shaky hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. She instantly sobered up and her eyes filled with tears. Her vision was blurry as she looked at Chase. She couldn’t fathom how she was going to tell him on the best night of his life.
“Baby, are you still there?” Pat asked.
“Y-Yeah, I better go.” Day’s voice wobbled.
“If Chase needs anything, let me know. Okay?” Her mom said thoughtfully.
“I will.” Day replied, trying her best to keep it together.
She hung up the phone and looked up at Chase. He hadn’t moved a muscle, obviously sensing something bad was coming.
“What is it, Day? What happened?” He asked nervously.
“C-Chase…” Day said forlornly. “I-It’s your m-mom.”
Chase immediately started shaking his head in denial. “No…don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it!” He came towards Day and gripped her upper arms painfully, shaking her.
“I’m so sorry.” Her tears fell freely. “Your father found her. S-She’d taken p-pills.” Day’s voice trembled and Chase released her like she’d burned him.
“No no no no no…she wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t kill herself. She was waiting for me to get her out of there. She was waiting!” Chase ended on a cry.
Day watched him with tear-filled eyes as he tried to come to terms with his mother’s suicide. His eyes looked so lost. He just stood there like a beautiful, heartbroken statue. Only his jaw and his hands at his sides flexed with movement. Day saw as rage replaced the hurt in his amber eyes.
“FUUUUUCK!” A heart-wrenching scream ripped from Chase’s throat.
He grabbed for the closest thing to him, which was the lamp on the nightstand. He ripped it from the stand, ready to slam it against the wall and Day jumped off the bed and ran to him.
“Chase, NO!” Daylen shouted at him as she gripped his arm.
Chase dropped the lamp to the floor and replaced it with her arms, clutching her painfully, once more. He shoved her against the wall. Day was sure that she’d have bruises on her arms after this, but she didn’t care.
“She said she’d wait. She was supposed to hold on for just a little longer. She said she’d wait!” Chase released Daylen’s arms and slammed his fists on the wall next to her head.
With her hands now free, Day reached up and stroked his hair back from his face. For lack of anything better to do to show he was loved, she began to place kisses over his face.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She repeated over and over between kisses.
Chase clasped her wrists and ripped her hands from his face. Day pulled back and stared up into his devastated eyes. Suddenly he grasped her face and his lips crashed down on hers. Chase kissed her so hard that she was sure she tasted a hint of blood from her lips hitting her teeth.
He roughly pulled her dress up to her waist and ripped her panties in half, tossing the lacey rags to the floor. Day quickly undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his hips enough to release his thick erection. Chase lifted her left leg to drape over his arm. And still in her heels, Daylen was at the perfect height as he slammed into her. A scream ripped from her throat as he filled her deeper than she had been in over two years.
Chase took his anger, hurt, sorrow out on her body. Luckily Day had been in a constant state of arousal since she’d seen him at the airport, so her slick passage was ready for his assault. He pummeled her aching core with punishing strokes. His hand stroked down her cheek to her neck and then he squeezed tightly. His grip on her neck shocked, frightened, and aroused her.
Two years of quiet and gentle Drew hadn’t prepared her for being with Chase again. He was primal and powerful, dominating every inch of her flesh. Her back smacked into the wall with every commanding thrust. After more than thirty-six hours of heightened arousal, Day was at the precipice within minutes. Her walls clenched around him and he tightened his grip on her neck as he continued to pound into her. And she fell over the cliff…hard. The lack of air heightened her climax to the point of near unconsciousness.
“Chase!” Day cried out his name as a near painful orgasm tore through her.
Chase growled deep in his throat and doubled his efforts. He was delirious as if he was trying to slake his pain through her body. Day gave herself over to him with no question. If she could have, she would’ve taken all of his pain into herself.
Chase pulled out of her trembling passage, spun her around, and drove into her from behind. Day gasped as her hands slapped against the wall. He wrapped a hand around her thick waist and turned her towards the couch, bending her over the arm. Like the porn from the night before, Chase wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled tight, bending her head back and arching her back. He hammered into her deeply, over and over again. Every time he hit the top of her womb, her legs shook uncontrollably. Day could barely continue to stand up in her high heels.
“Oh God! Chase, please!” Daylen cried out as she reached another climax.
This time, her pulsating channel brought on an explosive orgasm from him. Chase leaned forward, resting his forehead against her back as he groaned his release. Day felt him throbbing inside of her.
Chase barely paused, before he finally unzipped her dress. He pushed the red material down to the floor and unclasped her bra. He turned Day around, his lips found hers as he started to walk her backwards towards the bed and stripped out of his suit. It was obvious he was ready for round two though Day was beginning to worry about him. He had yet to cry. He was angry, which brought about his passion, but she knew he was holding back.
“Chase, stop.” Day pushed at his chest before he could lay down on top of her. “Talk to me.” She raised her hand to cup his strong, beautiful face.
“There’s nothing to talk about. I want to taste you.” Chase brushed aside her concern and started to head south down her body.
“You can’t bottle it up. It’s okay to be upset…to cry.” Day stopped his progress down her sensitive skin.
“Don’t,” Chase warned.
“You know you don’t have to be a tough guy with me. Just let go.” Day coaxed as she looked at him with sympathy.
“I said don’t,” Chase said through clenched teeth, his eyes becoming glassy.
“I-I love you, Chase. You don’t have to be perfect for me.” Day confessed, silent tears running down her face.
“Aww fuck, Day.” Chase’s voice cracked as he finally broke down.
He slid to his knees on the floor and doubled over. His arms folded across his stomach as if he was trying to hold himself together. Day slipped to the floor in front of him and gently stroked his hair and back. Tears ran down her face as she hurt for him.
Chase reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. Day straddled his hips as he wrapped her in a tight embrace. He buried his face in her chest and she hugged his head to her, as she stroked through his silky locks. Day could feel his hot tears slide down her naked breasts. His deep sobs broke her heart into a million pieces.
They stayed like that for a long time. Their naked bodies tightly entwined. Daylen in Chase’s lap as she soothed him and he clutched her tightly to him, his tears slow
ly subsiding. Chase thought that he should’ve been embarrassed by how hard he’d wept and slobbered all over her, but he wasn’t. Day had seen him cry before, and as always she was a steady beacon for him to go to as he weathered the storm.
Chase lifted his face from her wet chest and Day sweetly wiped at his face with gentle fingers. Her face was filled with so much sympathy, that he thought he’d start bawling all over again. Chase blinked back fresh tears and blew out a harsh breath.
“I was supposed to go on a week-long Heisman tour. You know, interviews and other awards ceremonies. But I guess I should probably go home.” Chase said resolutely.
“So you’ll come back with me tomorrow?” Day asked.
“Yeah. Do you think your mom would let me stay with her? I can’t be in the same house with my father.” Chase grit his teeth. “He’s the reason she’s dead. He drove her to it. And I wasn’t fucking there to distract his abuse away from her.”
“Don’t do that, Chase.” Day gently scolded him. “Don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t stay there and not live your own life. She wanted you to go to school. Wanted you to have a better life.” Daylen reassured him.
“Why couldn’t she have just waited? It was only going to be a few more months. I’d be drafted in the spring and then I could’ve afforded a place for her to stay. Or she could’ve stayed with me.” Chase railed and then slammed the side of his fist into the nightstand.
“Chase, stop! Don’t start beating yourself up for this.” Day grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. “Who knows what was going through her mind. I don’t think depression is as easy as seeing an escape a few months down the road. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have done it. In her mind, she must not have felt she had any other choice.” Day reasoned wisely.
Chase stared at the beautiful round face that he’d missed for more than two years. His anger softened a bit and he leaned his forehead against hers. He took a moment to just breathe her in.
“I missed you so much, Pretty Day. Thank you for being here for the best/worst day of my life.” Chase laughed mirthlessly.
“I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.” Day whispered softly before placing a kiss on his nose.
Chase caught her swollen lips with his and kissed her gently, unlike earlier when he’d pretty much mauled her. In his grief, he hadn’t realized that his cock nestled warmly between the soft folds of her sex. He noticed now, and apparently, so did his growing erection. Day whimpered and rolled her hips, making her soaked pussy glide over his length. He let his need wrap around him, wanting to forget everything as he buried himself inside her. If only for a little while.
Chase deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against hers. Day rolled her hips in time with his tongue. She then slid forward once more and rose her hips slightly. Chase’s cock slid into her tight passage and she glided down to the base. They both hissed at the sensation.
“God I missed this!” Chase groaned as she rode him.
“Mmhmm…” Day agreed through lips that she squeezed together to keep from crying out.
Their bodies rocked towards each other. The pace slower this time as they savored the feeling of being back together again. Chase guided Day up his shaft and felt cool air hit his cock that was slick with her arousal. Then she slid back down, burying him deep within her tight warm recesses.
Chase kissed down her jawline. He nipped and bit at her neck, past her collarbone, to her lush, heavy breasts. They had become fuller since he’d last seen or tasted them. The dark, chocolate brown areolas stood out against her creamy caramel skin. Chase hungrily circled his tongue around the dark peak and felt her pussy tighten around him. Day cried out as he growled against her soft skin. He moved to her other breast to give it the same affection.
As always, Day tasted and felt like heaven. No other woman had the effect on him that she did. She is who he saw every time he had sex with another woman. Day was a powerful drug habit that he could not kick.
“You’re mine. Do you understand me? Mine.” Chase said fiercely.
“Y-Yes…” Day sighed against his lips.
“I wanna hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?” Chase asked breathlessly as he thrust up.
“Yours.”
“Say it.”
“This pussy is yours.” Day said shyly, even as she pressed down on his upward stroke.
“I missed your sexy shyness. But there’s no need to be embarrassed, Pretty Day.” Chase soothed her. He then gripped her hips and slammed her down on his thick shaft and a choked cry burst from her lips. “Do you feel that?”
“Uh huh.”
“That’s yours. This cock is yours, no one else’s.”
“Yes!”
Chase held onto her hips once more, holding her in place. He then pumped up, hammering into her hard. Day bounced on his lap as she clutched his shoulders, trying to hold on for dear life as he battered her tender flesh.
“Fuck, Day! I’m gonna come, but I want you to come first.” Chase gasped. “Hold onto my hair with one hand and play with you clit with the other,” he instructed her.
Day slid her right hand into the hair at the base of his skull. Her fingers tightened around the blond strands painfully, but Chase didn’t care. She slipped her hand between them and strummed her fingers against her clit as he continued to fuck her hard. Within seconds, Day’s face scrunched up and her muscles squeezed around him. Then her tightly wound body released in a stunning climax. Her plump lips dropped open on a cry. Her long eyelashes trembled against her cheeks. And her pussy flexed around him convulsively, as her feminine come sprayed his cock and stomach.
Chase was in awe of her. The beauty of her orgasm drew his out and his come jetted powerfully against her fluttering walls.
“So beautiful.” Chase gasped. “You take my breath away, every fucking time,” he said before pulling her in close.
Even in the darkest of times, she seemed to always bring about the healing light of day.
Chapter 20
The next morning, Daylen was sprawled across Chase’s chest after another round of vigorous sex. They’d barely gotten any sleep the previous night. She was pretty sure that every time sorrow started to wrap around Chase’s heart, he’d just turn to her like a soothing balm. Day figured that it probably wasn’t the healthiest ways for him to work out his grief, but for the moment she didn’t mind in the least.
It was like she’d been awakened from sexual amnesia. Day had forgotten how good it could be. Drew was great, but he treated her like a delicate flower. As much as she had tried not to admit it to herself, Day just needed to be fucked hard every now and again. The type of passionate kind of sex where you can’t get enough of the other person. You can’t get deep or close enough.
“You know…I probably shouldn’t be having sex with you without some protection. Lord only knows how many girls you’ve been with the last couple of years, Mr. Quarterback.” Day commented, her breath fanning against Chase’s chest.
“I always wear a condom with any girl that isn’t you,” Chase informed her, to her shock.
Day sat up quickly and looked at him in disbelief. “Really?! Always? Even on crazy drunken nights?”
“Always,” He confirmed. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m strange or crazy, but I don’t want to be that close to anyone else but you.” Chase said sincerely.
“Oh…” Day responded in awe mixed with a little guilt. She was still on birth control and Drew had been a virgin, so she hadn’t seen a need to use protection with him.
“What are you gonna do, Day?” Chase asked as he played with her hair.
“What do you mean?” She played dumb for just a little longer, not wanting to face what she needed to do.
“You know what. Are you going to stay with him?” Chase asked more firmly.
“No.” Day whispered. “It wouldn’t be fair to him. To be with him, when I love someone else. Hell, you’re still inside of me.” She looked up at him and Chas
e’s eyes softened with relief.
He dragged her up his chest and kissed her soundly. Chase flipped her over and began to place happy kisses all over Day’s face. She giggled and squirmed, glad that she could bring him joy when she knew he was hurting. Just then the hotel phone rang, startling them apart. Chase reached over and answered it.
“Hello?” His deep voice sounded wary after last night’s phone call. “Yeah, just a second,” he responded to whoever was on the phone and then handed the receiver to her. “It’s Drew,” Chase said before getting up and going to the bathroom to give her privacy.
Day squeezed her eyes shut and cringed. She was not ready to have this conversation, but she knew she had to have it. If she didn’t, he’d show up at the airport to pick her up and see it written all over her face. And Lord only knew what would happen if the two men came face to face again.
“Hey, Drew!” Day said brightly, trying to mask her guilt.
“What is he doing in your hotel room and answering your phone?” Drew skipped over any pleasantries and got right to business. Day obviously hadn’t told Drew that they were sharing a room.
“Drew…” The one word said it all. Day could even hear it.
“Ah God! Tell me you didn’t, Daylen. Tell me you didn’t do it.” Drew’s voice sounded hurt but at the same time not surprised.
“I’m so sorry, Drew. There’s more to it than that, but it’s still no excuse.” Daylen said lamely as she rubbed her forehead roughly.
“You’ve never gotten over him the whole time we were together. I knew it, but I had hoped that you would eventually. I couldn’t compete with a memory you wouldn’t let go of.” Drew sighed sadly. “I guess it’s just bad karma. I stole you from him and he just stole you back.”