"Oh, Katy." His hands rose up, first squeezing my breasts, flicking across my nipples and making me moan, and then circling around my neck. He pulled me down so that he could shove his tongue into my mouth, the swells of my breasts rubbing lightly across his chest as I bent forward.
I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling him. He was so big, so hard, I almost didn't know if he would fit inside me - but I had to try, had to experience it. My hand reached down between my legs, grasping his hard cock, guiding it to my entrance.
Chase moved with me, positioning himself. I pushed down against him as he slid up, and I moaned aloud again as I felt him enter me, so big and powerful and dominating. I saw his eyes widen below me, as well, but those eyes were warm, caring.
"Talk to me," I begged him, as I slumped forward, impaled on him. "Tell me that you want me."
His arms encircled me, but then slid down so that he could hold my hips, guiding me as I rocked back and forth on him, feeling him move inside of me. "Oh, Katy," he whispered back to me. "I've wanted you since the moment I met you, more than anyone else."
He pulled me in for a kiss, but his hips kept on moving. He held my lips against him, feeling them pull open as I gasped with delight at the new sensations. "And now, I don't want anyone else," he whispered to me, his lips only inches from my own. "No one else understands, knows the true me, like you do."
I silenced him then, leaning forward and pushing him back into the couch. He gave way, still rising and falling beneath me as I rode the waves of pleasure. I could feel him, wet and hard inside of me, pulsing as he claimed me as his own. His fingers dug deeply into my hips, and I felt as though he was using me.
I loved it. I wanted more, needed more. All of my emotions over the last few weeks - my lust for Chase, my anger at discovering the cheating going on behind the scenes, my growing fear of being fired, and then my sudden realization of how much I truly needed Chase, how much of myself I'd shared with him as he opened up to me - they all melted away. In their place I felt completeness, satisfaction in a way that I couldn't remember feeling for a long time.
But now, I needed one thing more. I needed to bring myself to completion, and to feel Chase release inside of me.
I rode him for a few minutes, but I could sense his energy, itching to be unleashed. I rolled off of him, feeling a pang of regret as he slid out of me, but he quickly moved on top and plunged back inside, hitting me with a new burst of pleasure.
This time, now, he was in control. He dominated me, pinning my hands down, making me a slave to his moves and urges. I grinned up at him, a new warmth blooming in my chest each time I looked at him. I saw that warmth reflected back and amplified in his eyes as our bodies came together.
My pleasure kept on rising, the waves lapping higher and higher inside of me. I gritted my teeth, tried to ride it out and hold back, but I could no more have held back the ocean. "Oh, Chase, I'm about to come!" I gasped out, as he thrust himself powerfully inside of me, filling me to my brim.
"Do it," he commanded, his breath coming hard and fast, and I obeyed his command.
My eyes squeezed shut, and stars burst in my vision. I felt almost disassociated from my body, feeling myself twitch as ecstasy rushed through me. "Oh god," I cried out, my hands clawing at Chase, pulling him tighter against me. I wanted to feel his muscles, his body, pushing against me and inside of me.
He shivered at my touch as I drew him in, and I realized that he was also on the brink. "Katy," he gasped, his breath hot against my ear, and I felt his entire body stiffen as he pushed against me, as he filled my insides.
We both rode out our orgasms together, holding each other, kissing each other, clutching at each other as though there was no one else in the world. I've come before, even with other men, but never like this. Not with the pleasure wiping away everything else in the world, not with a man who simultaneously drove me crazy when he was around and drove me even crazier with his absence.
Finally, after what felt like hours, I managed to open my eyes, looking through soft slits at the man still laying on top of me. Perhaps feeling my eyelashes brush against him, Chase also stirred, although he leaned in to kiss the curve of my neck, making me instantly want him again.
"I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled at my neck.
I froze for a moment. "What?"
"I love you," he repeated, lifting himself up a little and looking down into my eyes. "And yes, I'm serious. Deal with it."
I stared at the man still inside me, the man who had driven me absolutely crazy for the last few weeks. "Chase, how do you-"
"You drive me crazy whenever I'm with you, and I can't think of anything but you when we're apart," he told me, interspersing his words with kisses. "You understand me like no one else, and I quit my dream job to chase after you. I don't know how you did it, Katy, but you broke me, and now I love you."
It sounded crazy. Anyone else would be pushing Chase back, putting some distance between the two of us. But as I looked up at this big powerful man lying on me, the man who simultaneously drove me crazy and made me feel more wanted and important than anyone else, I felt an answering rush of emotion.
"I love you too, you ass," I said, and I knew the words were true as they came out.
Chase just grinned back at me, kissing me in a manner that left no doubt about the authenticity of his feelings.
He rose up enough so that we could both sit up on the couch, still finding our balance after the disorienting experience we'd both shared. I smiled at him, hungrily running my eyes over his body, and I saw him doing the same to me.
Once I'd sat up, I realized with a start that my door still sat open! "Oh my god, the door's open!" I exclaimed, hopping up and rushing over to shut it before anyone wandered past and caught a glimpse of us in our full, naked glory!
It wasn't until I'd closed the door and turned back around that I saw Chase grinning at me. "What?" I demanded, putting my hands on my hips.
"Nothing," he tried to reply, but I wouldn't let it go.
"Come on, tell me."
He gave in with a shrug. "When you run, there's a lot of jiggling," he commented. He rose up from the couch as I blushed, moving in towards me as stealthily as a shark. "I love watching you jiggle for me."
"You know, we need to go talk to the league officials," I murmured, as he wrapped me up in his arms again. "We can't just stay in here and keep doing this forever."
"Way ahead of you. We have an appointment with them tomorrow morning. All we have to do between then and now is plan out our story."
"Well, we should work on that, then," I said, not fighting against his arms as he held me close to him.
"We can do other things at the same time."
I did my best to appear reluctant. "I've never been a good multi-tasker," I demurred.
Chase tugged me towards my bedroom. "I'll teach you. I can be very distracting."
His hands were still around me, but they'd wandered to areas that confirmed his words. I shivered as they rubbed over me. "Don't you need to wait a while before you're ready to, um, go again?"
He leaned in and kissed me. Mmm, plenty of tongue. "I'm sure that I can find other ways to help take your mind off of your worries until I'm ready for another round."
My mind didn't have to roam far to imagine what other uses he could find for that flexible tongue of his. I tried hard to think of any reason to say no, but he looked amazing, and the bedroom was right there, and god, he made me unable to think about anything else besides all of the ways that he could make me come...
Chase's smile widened, broadening into that smirk that made me want to simultaneously kiss him and slap the expression off of his face. "Come on, lover."
He pulled me into the bedroom, and I obediently followed after him.
At least as he entered, I got a great view of his ass. Just as I'd suspected after seeing it through football pants, Chase had an amazing ass.
I couldn't wait to grab it and put his muscles to good use
.
Briefly, I thought about what lay ahead. Before Chase appeared, I hadn't been planning on going to the league - what good would it do me, besides getting myself blackballed from any other sports job in the country? If I stayed away, maybe I still had some shot at getting a decent recommendation letter from the Hawks.
Now with Chase on my side, however, everything was different.
He wasn't just a witness to the cheating - he had actively participated, and was stepping forward now to confess. That would carry a lot more weight than just the accusation of a newbie PR manager. At the minimum, his comments would likely prompt a full, formal investigation, and I doubted that the hawks coaches and assistants would all manage to keep the scandal under wraps.
Just as Miranda, and Ben Franklin, had predicted, someone would break. Too many people knew the secret for it to remain that way.
But what would happen to Chase? And what would happen to me? I'd certainly write up the story, do my best to keep my name clean, but there was no guarantee that Chase would ever be allowed to play again. What would end up happening to him? To us? He said that he loved me, but what did our future hold together?
Before I could get too lost in my thoughts, however, Chase stuck his head back out of my bedroom. "Coming?" he asked, his eyes taking in every inch of my exposed body.
I put my thoughts of the future out of my head. "Definitely," I replied, hurrying in after him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Two weeks later, Chase downed the shot glass full of liquid in front of him and grimaced, trying to resist sticking out his tongue. "Ugh, that's awful," he groaned, dropping the glass back down onto the counter.
"You're the one who kept on talking about how you wanted to get healthier," Katy answered him, watching him from the other side of the kitchen. She was making a valiant attempt to hide her amused expression, but Chase could hear it in her voice. "Why do you have to drink those vegetable smoothies in shot glasses, anyway?"
"The less time that it has to spend in my mouth, the better," Chase answered, grimacing as he took a swig of orange juice to clear the taste out of his teeth. He turned to take a better look at Katy, grinning. "You know, I can think of another way to get this taste out of my mouth."
His eyes roamed over her, taking in the way that her body filled out the soft flannel pajama pants and old tank top that she wore to bed. Somehow, Katy's curves made even these clothes look sexy. He moved in closer, slipping his hands around her waist and guiding her ass back up against him.
For a moment, as he kissed at her neck, Katy's eyes closed and she leaned back against him. "Knock it off," she murmured, not pulling away as his hands slid up her sides, grasping her breasts firmly through the tank top. "I, unlike you, have work to do."
"You could come in late." She wasn't wearing a bra, he observed, as he squeezed her through the thin tank top fabric.
"Not for the second day in a row," Katy replied, reminding Chase of how he'd waylaid her the previous morning. "And you should be training - your suspension's going to be up in just another week or so, and then you'll have to show your talents again."
Chase sighed, not missing how the rush of his hot breath against Katy's neck made her squirm a little more against him. "Not for the Hawks," he said, unable to stop the words.
Katy hesitated for a moment, and then set down her plate on the counter and turned in Chase's arms so that she faced back at him. He grinned at her.
"Glad that I convinced you," he murmured to her, moving in a little closer and bending down to kiss her lips-
-but instead, a finger met his mouth, holding him back. "Not that," she told him. "Listen to me. I know that you lost your spot on the Hawks when you came forward and told the league officials about the cheating, but you still did the right thing."
Chase sighed, but he knew that he couldn't argue with the young woman in his arms. The last two weeks had been an insane flurry of activity and meetings, press conferences and interviews, and if it wasn't for Katy at his side, he wouldn't have made it through in one piece.
The morning after he'd come to find her, to confess his feelings and make love to her, they both hopped on a plane to New York City, where they met with the league officials and explained the behind the scenes actions of the Hawks. The league wasted no time in following up, sending out their own agents to perform investigations and examine game balls and previous records of how much the balls had been inflated at previous games.
Somehow, as Katy had expected, word got out to the press. The next day, when Chase and Katy emerged from their hotel room, they found themselves surrounded by a mob of reporters, all of them shouting questions and holding out microphones.
To Chase's surprise, Katy handled the situation with ease, as if she'd been a PR agent for years. She easily answered the reporters' questions without slowing down, leading Chase towards their taxi. Her answers sounded clear, concise, and painted Chase as the victim in the scandal, rather than as one of the villains.
"That was amazing," Chase told her, once they got into the back of the taxi.
Katy brushed some hair back from her eyes, grinning. "Yeah? You want to hire me on as your personal PR agent?" she asked.
Chase didn't think twice. "Done. You're hired. Whatever salary you want."
The smile remained on Katy's face, but the rest of her expression seemed to go slack behind it for a moment. "What, really?" she finally asked.
"Yeah. Keep on talking to reporters like that for me."
"But, but..." Katy shook her head, searching for the right words. "What about, um, us?"
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it going to be a huge conflict of interest if you're sleeping with your PR agent?" she finally asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Oh yeah, it is," Chase happily agreed, pulling her in for an intoxicating kiss. Ever since that first night they'd spent together, he felt as though he couldn't get enough of her, of the feel of her skin against his, her lips on his, her body in his arms. "Massive conflict of interest. And if your boss finds out about it, you'll surely be fired."
"But you're my boss," Katy pointed out, a little breathless after the kiss.
Chase raised his eyebrows, smirking. "So I am. And I'm shocked - but I think we can let this little issue slide if you'll come sit on my lap."
Katy leaned in close to him, her lips brushing his ear. "I'll sit on something else of yours, a little later," she whispered softly, and Chase felt his cock go hard as a rock in his lap.
To her credit, Katy kept on handling the job as his public relations agent for the next few days, and the job kept her very busy. As the scandal spilled over into the press and tabloids, Chase became a major celebrity, mobbed by reporters whenever he showed his face in public. Each day of the scandal brought forth new information and new accusations.
With the Superbowl looming, the league commissioner didn't waste any time in deliberating and bringing forth a judgment. The Hawks were charged with cheating, receiving multi-million dollar fines and losing their chance at the Superbowl. Chase received a suspension for the next several weeks - although, with the Hawks disqualified from the Superbowl, the punishment for him was little more than a slap on the wrist.
Of course, Jed Benson went nuclear, at one point physically assaulting a reporter when the man tried to ask the irate team owner a question. Benson personally swore that he would do his best to make sure that Chase never played in another football game for the rest of his life.
Those words didn't have any teeth behind them, however. Even before the details of Chase's punishment became public, Katy found herself fielding offers from other teams, looking to recruit Chase to join them. When the next league draft came around, Chase was certain to be a hot commodity.
Back in the present, Chase sighed. "I know that I did the right thing," he told Katy, "but it still sometimes stings a bit."
"Aww, poor honey," she murmured, rubbing his shoulder. "Does it h
elp that I love you madly? Does that make you feel better?"
Chase narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm not sure that I can believe you," he fired back, his hands dropping down to grasp her round little ass. "Maybe you can find some way to show how madly you love me?"
"Really, I have work-" Katy protested, but he wasn't willing to take that as an excuse.
"But I'm your boss, and I can order you to come in late today," he told her, grinning as he squeezed her ass and saw her pupils dilate slightly. "You need to take some time for yourself - you're working yourself to the bone."
"Not my bone," Katy cracked, but she didn't pull away, smiling up at him.
"Well, you could take a break from working yourself to the bone to instead work on my bone?" Chase couldn't keep the smile off of his face at the ridiculous pick up line, but he leaned in, pinning Katy's hips between him and the kitchen counter behind her.
Katy rolled her eyes at him. "That's awful. Maybe I love you a little less, now."
"Well, I'll just have to love you even more to make up the difference," he replied, bending down and kissing her. His hands found the hem of Katy's tank top, gently rolling it up towards her armpits.
This time, Katy didn't resist. Instead, she kissed him back, her hands sliding along Chase's body, feeling his hard muscles, the swell of his pecs, the bumps of his abs. She dropped her hands down further, grasping at him, and he hoisted her up onto the counter behind her.
"If we do it out here, we're going to have to clean everything afterwards," Katy panted, her breath hot against his ear.
"I don't care. I can't wait long enough to take you anywhere else," Chase grunted back, pulling down those pajama pants, exposing her, opening her up. He had only to slide a hand between her thighs to feel how she was warm and wet, desiring him.
But then, for a moment, Katy drew back, and her eyes looked dark and concerned. "Chase, this is great, but what about the future? What about after you've been drafted by another team-"
"I'll still need an agent, someone to come with me and keep me from slipping into any of my old, destructive ways," he replied, as he teased her shirt up and over her head. "I need someone who I can trust, someone that I know will always be on my side."
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