The Debt 11 (Club Alpha) (3 page)

She grimaced, gripping the bedspread more
tightly, her jaw locked as she readied herself for his enormous girth.

“Damn, that’s so fucking tight,” he
whispered, almost breathlessly.
 
His
hands spread her ass cheeks further apart as he continued sliding slowly into
her, anally penetrating her with his huge manhood.

“Oh,” she moaned, as suddenly, she seemed
to relax, and he slid deeper into her.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned.
 
 

“That’s nice,” she said, surprised that
somehow she was able to do this.
 
After
all, Chase Winters was not small—not in any way, shape or form.

“Baby, you like it when I fuck you in the
ass, don’t you?” he said.

She nodded, her eyes still closed.
 
It was too soon to tell if she loved it,
but Faith was shocked to find that it was an intense but not unpleasant
sensation now that she’d relaxed more.

Her pussy was so wet, and she released
the bedspread and slid her own hand down to her slathered slit and began
rubbing herself.

“Yeah, fuck your pussy with your fingers,”
he told her, as he started to simultaneously slide in and out of her.
 

She moaned louder, nodding her head and
biting her lower lip.
 
“That’s it,”
she said, her body breaking into a sweat as Chase Winters pushed deeper into
her, then slid out, in and out, in and out, building a rhythm that was ferocious.

“You’re taking it all now, you dirty girl.
 
All of my cock in your ass—and
you’re going to come for me, too.”

She nodded again, knowing it was true,
feeling the build inside her—and the build was different, because he was
inside her in a new way.

She was rubbing her swollen clit with two
fingers, surprised at how wet and excited she was by this new sexual
position—this new point of entry.
 
Chase was fucking her in the ass…that was not supposed to feel as good
as this felt.

Maybe it was just Chase—he was
sexy, and therefore everything he did to her was by definition, sexy.
 
Hot.
 
Dangerous.

And she liked knowing that he was so
turned on, just like he was right now, as he groaned, pushing his throbbing,
engorged manhood all the way inside her, pressing her cheeks wide apart,
spreading her open as he pushed his hips right up against her ass.

His mouth kissed the beck of her neck,
his breath hot on her skin, as he draped his large, muscular frame on top of
her.
 
There was pressure from his
bodyweight, but it was pleasurable to Faith, and she was so stimulated from
all the
sensory overload that she began climaxing.

Her entire body shuddered, and Chase felt
it too—as he bit the skin on the back of her neck, just hard enough to
cause a slight pinch of pain, but she like that too.

She cried out, screaming to the heavens,
as he split her open from the back and she rubbed her wetness in front, her
pussy dripping, contracting with spontaneous climaxes that left her breathless.

“I’m going to come too,” he muttered,
withdrawing rather suddenly, relieving her of the pressure of his cock.
 
And then, she felt a huge spray of his
semen splashing her ass, and it was wet and hot and she loved the way it felt.

“Come for me,” she said, turning her head
to watch him as he jerked his enormous dick, pumping it for more and more cum.

Another shot splattered her ass, and then
her pussy, between her spread legs.

Chase’s expression was intent, almost
serious, as he worked his own cock.
 

God,
that’s hot
, she thought,
smiling a little as she watched him drip the last of his seed onto her thighs.

“Fuck,” he whispered, finally finished.

She laid her head on the bed, her cheek
on the soft covers, sighing.
 
“I
can’t believe we just did that,” she said.

“I can’t believe you took me all the way
in,” he told her.
 
“I mean
,
I’m pretty well endowed.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” she
laughed.

He laughed too.
 
“Hold on a sec.
 
I’m going to get a towel.”
 
He went to the bathroom and returned
with a small towel and wiped her off, cleaning her gently, and when he was
done, he tossed the towel into a hamper nearby.

Then he dropped onto the bed beside her
and began running the tips of his fingers up and down her back, sending cool
shivers up and down her spine.
 
“That’s nice,” she said, feeling a bit drowsy.

He eventually dropped his head down next
to hers, his leg touching her leg, his warm body radiating comforting heat as
he lay so close to her.
 
He
continued to stroke her shoulders, neck, hair, until she drifted off.

When Faith awoke again, she couldn’t tell
how much time had passed.
 
But Chase
had fallen asleep beside her, and she looked at his peaceful expression.

He looked almost angelic like this, his
beautiful face so composed, tranquil, without a care in the world.
 
She took a moment to allow her eyes to
take in his body, the breadth of it, the massiveness of his musculature.

Even his tattoos, which normally gave him
an air of dangerousness, seemed different as he lay sleeping.
 
They were like strange ancient
hieroglyphics that she could study almost scientifically.
 

They were a record of his difficult,
stressful life, and the storms he’d weathered.
 
Faith hoped that he was coming out of
that dark time of his life and into calmer waters, but she couldn’t be sure.

Maybe there were people like Chase
Winters in the world who were meant to have stormy, difficult lives.
 
Maybe it was karma or fate or destiny.

As she lay there, watching him,
contemplating all that he’d been through—much of which she could only
guess at—Chase’s eyes opened and he caught her staring.

Faith blinked and looked away from him,
pretending that she’d also just woken up.
 
Her cheeks began to burn with embarrassment and she faked a yawn.
 
“We both fell asleep,” she said.

“You were snoring,” Chase told her, which
only served to increase her embarrassment.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Faith
replied, horrified.

Chase was grinning at her dismay.
 
“I’m not joking, but it was fine.
 
It was cute.”

“Snoring isn’t cute,” she replied,
sitting up and covering her chest with her arms.

“It is when you do it,” Chase told her,
grabbing her waist and effortlessly pulling her back down to land on his
stomach.

His abs
were
like a rock wall as she fell against his hard body.
 
Chase stroked her hair as she looked
into his eyes.

There was such tenderness there, it took
her by surprise and she tried to pull away.
 

“Where are you going?” he laughed.

“Chase,” she whined, smiling at him.
 
“Let go of me.”

“You need to chill.”

“No,” she said, still trying to extricate
herself
from his grasp.
 
“Don’t we need to leave and get to the
hotel?”

 
“We only slept for like an hour.
 
It’s fine.
 
I can get to the hotel whenever.”

“Well, I think we should get up and get
ready.”
 
She pulled away from his
grasp and he let her go, which made Faith momentarily glum.
 
“I’m hopping in the shower,” she called
over her shoulder.

“Suit yourself,” he called back,
seemingly amused.

Why was she trying to get away from
him?
 
In reality, she wanted him to
hold her forever, and yet here she was playing hard to get for some reason.

No, not just some reason, she thought, as
she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, setting it as hot as it
would go.

She was becoming more intimate with
Chase, and that was frightening on multiple levels.
 
The way she’d felt while she watched him
sleep was a range of emotions that she’d never experienced before, and it was
profoundly scary.

I’m
in love with him.

Not
just falling in love, I don’t think.
 
That would indicate a possibility that I won’t ever fully be in love,
but the truth is, it’s already happened.
 
The way I feel when I look at him, when his eyes meet mine, when he
holds me, takes me in his arms, puts
himself
inside my
most private place…

I
want all of him, every last bit of him.

But
does he feel the same way about me?

Would
he be willing to sacrifice for me, put me first—change his life to be
part of mine?

She stepped into the shower, and as she
did so, heard the bathroom door squeaking open.
 
“Hey,” he called out, his voice echoing
as it bounced off the walls and floor.

“Hey,” she replied, seeing his naked body
rippling through the glass door of the shower.
 
The glass was already fogging from the
steam, but she could see him approaching.

“I’m dirty too,” he said.
 
“And I’m a big fan of saving
water.”
 
He swung the door open and
stepped inside the shower with her.

Faith smiled.
 
“I’m sure that’s the reason you’re
coming in here with me.”

“One of many reasons.”

He pushed his body up against hers so
they were sharing the stream from the showerhead as the water hit them.

She watched as Chase closed his eyes and
leaned his head back, allowing the hot water to soak his hair and run down his
gorgeous shoulders, beading down his arms, pecs, back, and then streaming down
his legs.

She felt herself getting excited again,
her nipples stiffening as she watched his body glisten with lubrication from
the heat and steam and water.
 
His
skin was ruddy with life and the elite strength and fitness he possessed.

He was so big in every way, and she
couldn’t help but glance down at his enormous cock, which even when it wasn’t
erect, presented itself proudly.
 
She could already imagine taking him into her mouth again, and the way
he would taste.

Chase grabbed a bar of soap and lathered
up his hands and began scrubbing his chest and shoulders vigorously.
 
After a moment, he turned and gave her
an amused glance.
 
“Getting a good
look?”

“Let me help you with that,” she said,
grabbing the bar of soap from his hand and lathering her own hands.

“Good idea,” he said.
 
“Time saver.
 
I like the way you think, baby.”

He presented her his back and she started
at the top, massaging the soapsuds into his flawless skin, feeling the stretch
of his muscles beneath her palms.
 
She rubbed down to his toned, tight ass, waiting for a reprimand from
Chase.

But no.
 
He was letting her hands travel where they wanted to go, and so Faith
grew more confident and bold.

“I love the way you feel,” she said, as
Chase happily lathered his face and then turned into the stream of water from
the shower, letting it rinse him off.

“Keep going,” he said.
 
“This is way easier than washing myself.”
 
He laughed.

Faith moved closer, wrapping her arms
around him, moving her hands over his ribs and then rubbing her soapy hands
over his chest.

“Hey,” Chase warned her.
 

“What?”

“I already did my chest.
 
You’re wasting time, baby.”

“Oh, right.
 
What about here?” she asked, moving even
closer, so her breasts were pressed tightly against Chase’s powerful lower
back.
 
She allowed her hands to feel
the ridges of his tight belly, the interlocking abdominal muscles that were
probably even now featured on thousands of posters and pin ups in young women’s
bedrooms across Massachusetts.

But
I’m the only one who actually gets to feel him in real life
, she thought, and her insides clenched
protectively, with excitement.

“Yeah, lower,” Chase said, grabbing a
bottle of shampoo and squeezing a dollop into his palm.
 
He started shampooing his hair as Faith
was left to her own devices once more.