The Debt 9 (Club Alpha) (7 page)

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.
 

He leaned down and in, kissing her lips
and forcing his slick, hot tongue inside her mouth, grabbing the back of her
head with his hand, wrapping his fingers in her hair.
 
His other hand massaged her breast and then
he sunk down and started sucking her nipples the way she’d been longing for him
to do.

Faith’s eyes rolled back as the ache that
had been building in her breasts was released by his forceful licking and
sucking of her erect nipples.
 
The
more he licked and sucked, the wetter she became between her legs, and she
could feel her center space opening wider and wider.

And as he continued sucking, his hands
moved down and unzipped her jeans and then delicately removed them, the process
happening so easily that it didn’t even seem strange when suddenly she was
simply naked but for her panties.
 

“I can smell your pussy,” Chase told her,
as he kissed and nibbled her left nipple.
 
And his hand reached down, rubbing the folds of her pussy through the
soaking wet panties.
 
“Damn, you’re
really wet, too.
 
I can’t wait to
fuck you, baby.”

She inhaled deeply, wanting nothing more
than for Chase Winters to enter her, and yet she was afraid, too, for so many
reasons.

Faith glanced down, taking in his
muscular shoulders and those tattoos, his body looking like some powerful CGI
cartoon of a super hero come to life.
 
And here he was, wrapping that body around hers, his muscles shifting,
flexing as he touched her all over.