by Hannah Ford
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They checked into a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city, and Chase had her pay cash for the room, while he waited in the car.
When they got inside the room, Chase drew the shades and flopped onto one of the cheap, queen-sized beds. “Did you use an assumed name?” he asked her, grinning.
Faith giggled, tossing the room key onto the nightstand. “Bonnie A. Clyde,” she said.
“Bullshit.”
She lay down next to him and looked into his dark eyes. Her smile faded. “I’m scared,” she said softly.
He reached up and caressed her hair with his long, thick fingers. “Don’t be scared,” he told her. His eyes were dark, but no longer did they seem to carry endless pain.
“I had a gun shoved in my ribs,” she said. “They were going to kill me.”
“It didn’t work out too well for them, though. Did it?” he said, his eyes hardening slightly.
“No,” Faith replied simply. “But next time…”
“There isn’t going to be a next time. That was their last gasp, their last attempt to kill the story before it hit the public.”
“Why does Club Alpha care about you talking to the media?” she said. “And how do they even know about your interview?”
Chase continued stroking her hair as he talked. “I always thought that Club Alpha was hired to help me, but I think they actually do the dirty work for the big fish. The bosses. Guys like the owner of the New England Nationals. Maybe even the league itself.”
Faith felt herself shiver. “But then…”
“Then, nothing,” Chase soothed. “This was their power move. But once the interview airs, those Club Alpha fucks can’t touch me. At least, not with that rough stuff they tried to pull today.”
“So the league will just let you get away with it, then? Get away with airing all their dirty laundry?” she asked.
Chase smiled, stroking her cheek. “Hell, no. I didn’t say that, girl. They’ll try and ruin my rep. Leak stories about me. Trash me to the media. Make my life a living hell. Sue me until I’m dead broke.”
Faith felt her eyes well up with tears, which spilled out and down her cheeks. “That’s terrible. You don’t deserve that.”
“Life isn’t fair. Never was. Never will be,” he told her. He continued stroking her cheek. “Funny thing is, now that I finally let all the shit out, I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t even care that my career’s as good as dead and I’m probably going to have to leave the damn country.”
“We,” she corrected him.
“We?”
“We’re going to have to leave the damn country,” she said. “Together.”
“Always,” he said. And then he was pulling her down on top of him, maneuvering her body with ease, as he began kissing her passionately.
They couldn’t resist one another.
She stripped off his shirt, ran her palms down his thickly muscled chest, feeling his burning heat. His skin was hot, on fire, and he was twitching with desire.
Both of them were.
Chase took off her shirt, too, and then unsnapped her bra with a quick flick of his deft fingers. Her bra fell off, exposing her breasts, which he quickly grabbed, his strong hands kneading her flesh.
She moaned and threw her head back.
“Fuck,” she said, her nipples tightening and stiffening as he continued to massage her breasts with his large hands.
She was riding his cock, but he was still clothed from the waist down.
“Damn, girl,” he said. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I need your dick,” she said. “I’m so wet for you, Chase.” She looked down at him.
“You wet for me, baby?” he asked.
“So wet.”
He helped her out of the rest of her clothes, and she did the same for him.
Soon, they were totally naked, and Faith was stroking his cock, which was huge and hard and throbbing in her hand.
“Lay down on your back,” Chase told her.
She let go of his dick. The bedsprings creaked as she lay down on the mattress. Faith imagined the bed was probably about to completely break. It had seen way too many bodies over the years.
And Chase was no small guy. He was big, in more ways than one.
She lay there, looking up at Chase as he walked to where her head rested on the bed.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”
She licked her lips, wanting him to do it, instantly getting turned on even more than she’d been a moment ago.
Chase stroked his own cock quickly, and then knelt down, arching his hips and sliding his long, thick pole towards her open mouth.
Faith cupped his balls as they hung down, feeling the skin, stroking his flesh lightly as he groaned with desire. His cock head pressed against her lips, and then she let him force his way into her mouth.
He tasted good. He tasted of salt, and of sweat and masculinity. His dick was hot and throbbing and pulsating as she sucked on it, while still gently handling his balls.
“Fuck, your mouth is like velvet,” he said. He began pumping his hips harder, and she could see his massive thighs and buttocks flexing. She continued sucking, lifting her head to take him deeper.
Her mouth had to stretch to accommodate his girth.
Chase pumped his hard cock into her mouth again and again.
She moaned, felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Suddenly, Chase’s hand was reaching out and rubbing her fleshy mound, his thick fingers dripping with her juices while she sucked him off.
“Damn, you got me about to come. Hold on a second.” He withdrew from her mouth, his body trembling a little as he shook his head. “Fuck. I’m so close.” He waited a moment, and then he walked down to the foot of the bed and climbed between her legs.
His face was directly above her pussy now, and Chase was starting to lick between her legs.
“Oh, God,” Faith cried out, closing her eyes as her hands made fists and squeezed. “Oh, shit. That feels so good.”
He was licking her pussy mound in a clockwise motion with his tongue, and then reversing it the other way.
Clockwise and then counterclockwise.
She felt herself trembling, her pelvis and groin buzzing with pleasure as heat and wetness merged and she began thrusting herself towards his mouth.
“Suck that pussy good,” she told him.
He did begin sucking it now, his mouth opening wider, his tongue more aggressive. He parted her slit and dug in, pressing down into her tight, juicy folds.
“I’m going to come,” she told him, hardly able to talk at this point.
As his tongue fucked her hole, she came in his mouth, gushing, while he licked and sucked and licked and sucked.
Her legs shivered, locked, muscles twitching violently.
Her mound was literally dripping, and Chase was using his hands to press her legs apart and force her open wider.
Coated with sweat, Faith watched her man suck and lick and tongue fuck her clit, her pussy. Her belly rippled with excitement.
This is hot. He is hot.
My God. He really is pure and unadulterated sex.
She closed her eyes and thought about how strong Chase was. Pictured him fighting off three men as he’d done earlier, beating them up when they’d tried to threaten her.
His power was beyond belief. His speed, his ferociousness.
And now he was using that God-given body to fuck her, to suck her, to take her and she couldn’t believe how good and right it felt.
After Chase had licked her pussy long enough to make her come one more time, he moved up and began stroking her mound with his slick cock.
His shaft powered over her folds, sliding further down, burying itself but not quite entering her hole.
“You’re teasing me,” she gasped, as a pleasurable shot of adrenaline dumped into her body. Chase’s attentions never failed to amaze her.
“I like teasing your wet pussy wit
h my big dick,” he told her, grabbing his cock in hand and slapping it on her cunt repeatedly.
“Oh, shit,” she cried out.
He slapped it quickly, sending shudders of excitement through her pussy.
“You like that,” he said. It was a statement, not a question.
“Yeah, I like it,” she admitted.
“Good,” he told her. He began sliding his dick again, over her slit, the head starting to slowly bury itself beneath her slit, into her opening.
“Please, please…fuck me,” she gasped.
“Not yet,” he replied. “If I fuck you right now I’ll come too fast. You’ve got me so turned on.” Chase closed his eyes and licked his lips as he focused on his movements.
His hips swiveled back and forth.
His biceps bulged as he held himself up, allowing his stomach to slap into her belly while his cock bounced off her pussy and then the head pierced her so quickly she cried out.
“Oh, fuck!” she said, as he buried his cock deep inside without warning.
One moment, he’d been sliding it on her pussy, teasing—the next, he’d fully penetrated her, and was fucking her rapidly.
His body, a live wire, was determined. He was riding her.
She grabbed him and held on for dear life while he worked to bang her, to fuck her perfectly.
“You make it so good,” she told him.
“You feel amazing,” he said, “and I can’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to,” she told him then.
His dick slid in and out at a rapid pace, and now the bedsprings really were shrieking and the bed seemed ready to collapse at any moment as Chase fucked her harder and harder.
“I’m going to come soon,” he warned her.
She gripped his back tightly. “Oh, fuck me. Come in me.” She pulled him closer and then he was thrusting and his dick was so good, so good, and she cried out too—coming as he came.
He thrust harder and harder—and then she felt the explosive release as he discharged into her.
Inside.
Deep.
Their soaking wet bodies collapsed together in the bed, intertwined, sweaty, their faces red with heat and exertion.
Faith laughed a little, as Chase rolled onto his back, breathing heavily. He looked at her. “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know,” she said. She thought about it. “Maybe it’s just weird that I’m kind of happy right now. Being here, just you and me.”
“Well, why shouldn’t you be happy?” he asked, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Maybe because everything’s going totally bonkers. I mean…” she looked at him. “A lot has happened today. A lot.” Her smile faded as she thought about the news that Chase’s mother had been killed by the man that he regarded as a father figure.
He nodded at her. “Yeah. I know.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked him.
“Completely sure. But I am hungry,” he said. He slid up in the bed and then got up to grab his cell phone.
She watched his athletic body move and flex, like a living work of art. Michelangelo would have sculpted or painted him if he’d been there to see it, she decided.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting some pizza delivered to the room.”
She realized at that moment that she was starving too. “Pizza does sound good,” she told him. And Faith liked the idea of not leaving the motel, of just staying there together, away from the world and all of its pain and suffering and demands.
Besides, in here they were safe together. They’d paid cash and nobody knew where they’d gone.
Chase asked her what she wanted and then he called a nearby pizza shop and ordered their food.
When he was done, he came back to the bed and flopped onto it next to her. Faith began rubbing his tight, heavily muscled back.
“Damn, that feels pretty good,” he sighed. “But you don’t have to do that, girl.”
“I want to,” she said. “You’ve been through so much lately. Let me take care of you.” She began massaging his back and then his thick ass. Her hands felt down to his legs, digging into the tissue of his thighs, quads, and then down to his calves.
It was hard work. He was a very big man and he was tight from all his weightlifting and the emphasis on strength and power.
But she enjoyed rubbing him, feeling him, getting to know every crook and corner of his amazing body.
As she rubbed him down, he relaxed more and more.
Soon, he was breathing rhythmically, easily, and then even lightly snoring.
Faith stopped massaging him and sat back, laughing.
A moment later, she grew curious and went to her phone. Opened a web browser and searched for news for Chase Winters.
Tons of articles popped up, and she swallowed in a dry throat.
There were articles about the “altercation” that eye witnesses reported they’d seen Chase fleeing from. When she tried to read the articles to get more information, they were all very brief, and most of them recycled the same language.
There had been a sighting of someone that people believed to be Chase Winters, in a physical conflict that left three men wounded. It said nothing else about whether they believed Chase was at fault or if the police were looking for him.
“Shit,” Faith muttered.
And then there was the first teaser trailer that had just been released from Vox News within the last half hour.
It was on YouTube and already had been watched almost one hundred thousand times since being uploaded.
Her heart began racing as she played the clip, which was only a couple of minutes long.
It opened with a close-up shot of Chase staring straight ahead. He was looking intently into the camera for a very long time, and then he spoke. “I saw my teammate drag his unconscious fiancé out of the hotel elevator. I knew he had done it—violently attacked this defenseless woman. And I told my coach and the owner of my team. I tried to do the right thing. They told me to stay quiet or they’d tell the world about all of my past indiscretions.”
A flash of blinding light and then it cut to Meghan Cowell looking into camera. “For the first time ever, New England Nationals Quarterback Chase Winters opens up to Vox 60 about everything from his deeply troubled childhood, to the pressures of competing in the professional football ranks. But in the end, it’s his explosive revelation regarding one horrific act of abuse that Chase Winters witnessed which will change him forever—and possibly change the world of sports. One violent act after a lifetime of them, which finally tipped the scales and forced him to deal with years of lies and obfuscation. Tune into our primetime special, tomorrow at eight o’clock to see the entire shocking interview.”
Faith’s hands were shaking as she finished watching the YouTube video. It had a lot of dislikes, almost sixty or seventy percent were thumbs down. And the comments were vicious.
They called him a whiny loser, a liar, and they said that he was just trying to throw his team under the bus.
It’s all about MONEY, one commenter wrote.
FUCK CHASE WINTERS. GO BACK TO DETROIT U SUCK.
Faith closed the browser and stood there, stunned.
They’re just a bunch of Internet haters. You can’t take them seriously.
But despite knowing that, Faith was deeply uneasy. The reality of their situation was hitting her hard now.
Vox News had already teased the most damaging part of Chase’s story, although they’d held back the name of the player that Chase was discussing in the video clip. That was just to whet people’s appetites. In the comments section, people had already been floating possible names, arguing about who the unnamed player was.
This is going to be so bad, she realized.
Worse than we even imagined.
As she stood there, Chase’s phone began buzzing and buzzing and buzzing. The moment it stopped for even a second, it would be
gin again.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
It vibrated and Chase slept through it, and she couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare.
A few minutes later, Chase finally came to.
He opened his eyes blearily and yawned. “Shit, I fell asleep,” he said, wiping at his eyes. Then he looked at Faith.
She was sitting on the corner of the bed in her panties and bra. “You might want to check your phone,” she told him.
He leaned up onto his elbow. “Something wrong?”
“I think the first little clip of your interview hit the web. And there were some articles about the fight today with those guys from Club Alpha.” She felt tears at the corners of her eyes and willed them not to fall. “Chase, I’m scared.”
He got up, still naked, picked up his phone.
His brow was furrowed. “Don’t be scared, girl,” he said, sounding distracted.
“Who called?”
“Who didn’t call?” he replied, scanning through his messages. He sighed. “I should call my agent back,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because,” Chase told her. “He’s the one dude who probably has the right to hate my guts right now.” Chase put the phone on speaker and then put a finger to his lips, indicating for her to be quiet as the phone rang.
A half-second later, a man answered.
“Winters? Is that you?” the panicked voice asked.
“It’s me.”
“Dude, please tell me that interview is a joke. April fools or something. What the fuck is going on?”
Chase scratched his head. “I made an executive decision.”
“You just fucked up, dude. You fucked up beyond repair.”
“I had to leave you out of it. Now you can cut me loose and tell everyone that you had no knowledge of what was happening. And it will be true,” Chase said.
“But…but why? Why did you just go and throw your career away?” his agent asked, his voice cracking under the strain.
Faith felt bad for the man. He sounded like he’d just found out that Santa Claus wasn’t real.
“Listen, it’s complicated,” Chase told him. “I had to come clean. About all of it.”
“You screwed a lot of people with this one,” the agent said. “Not just me. The league. Your team. Your teammates. But most of all, you fucked yourself. Nobody is going to touch you with a ten-foot pole, dude. You’re going to be a fucking leper in this industry and beyond. I mean, it’s over. They’re going to take everything from you. The money, the contract—flush it down the toilet.”
