by Kelly Favor
She knew he was lying because she’d been a pain in his ass in the beginning, after which she hadn’t said two words to the man. But she smiled and thanked him for the ride just the same.
Faith stood in front of the brownstone. “Wait,” she called out to the driver.
He stopped and looked at her. “Yeah?”
“Which apartment is his?”
“The whole thing is his,” he yelled back, and then laughing, got back in the limo.
The whole thing is his. Faith stared at the magnificent building, located in very expensive Beacon Hill neighborhood. Something like this would go for millions, she was sure.
Shaking, and not from the cold but from nerves—of course, always nerves—she buzzed the buzzer.
A moment later, the door opened and there he was, in the flesh.
He was wearing a blue silk button-down shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned. As it was, the buttons seemed to strain to contain the mass of muscle that was trying to burst out of the fabric.
“So you got here,” he said, cracking the tiniest of smiles. Maybe she was even just imaging a smile, that’s how faint it was. He turned and walked away as she came inside the apartment.
“Wow,” she said, staring, marveling at the gorgeous interiors. It looked like a spread out of Better Homes and Gardens or Architectural Digest.
Besides the blue shirt, Chase had on tight dark jeans, and polished shoes. He was very put together, which made her feel that much less put together.
“The place is all right,” he said, sounding bored. “My agent got it for me, had some famous interior designer do all this shit,” he continued, waving at the extremely tasteful and expensive décor.
“You don’t like it?” she asked him.
“My job is to smash and be smashed by three hundred pound maniacs most days of the week,” he said, running a hand across the back of his neck. “So I guess this fancy stuff just seems dumb to me. I should probably just live in a cave or something.”
Faith had to laugh, which was a relief. “I could totally see you holding one of those big spiked clubs,” she said.
His eyes narrowed. “You saying I’m like a cave man?”
“No, of course not,” she quickly back peddled. “I just meant—“
Suddenly he was grinning. “I know what you meant, sweetheart. And I’m just busting your chops.”
“Oh,” she relaxed, her cheeks flushing.
Chase’s dark eyes glanced toward her hand, and she realized she was still clutching the broken cell.
“What happened to your phone?” he asked, looking oddly concerned.
“Oh, this,” she laughed, feeling stupid and clumsy. “I, uh…I kind of dropped it when I was running out of my apartment tonight.”
“Let me see it,” Chase replied, holding his hand toward her.
“You can’t fix it,” she told him. “It’s smashed.”
“I didn’t say I could fix it,” he told her. “Now let me see the thing.”
As if she was powerless to refuse him, Faith slowly handed her phone over to him, and he took it and stared down at it, nodding. Then he took out his own phone and made a call, turning away from her slightly. “Rick? Hey, it’s Chase, buddy. I need a favor from you. My friend’s cell phone just broke and I need you to get her a new one immediately….yeah, it’s an iPhone, but not the newest model. Get her the newest model, okay?” He paused, nodding. “Cool, bud.”
Chase hung up from the call and slid the phone back in his pocket, then gave Faith her cell back.
“You can’t just do that,” she said, taken aback as she stared down at her hideously wounded device.
“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.
