The Debt 12 (Club Alpha) (10 page)

His dark eyes radiated hunger and depths
that she couldn’t fathom, she just wanted to fall into them and lose herself
forever.

But he didn’t kiss her.
 
Instead, he took her t-shirt in his
large hands and slowly pulled it over her head, while he maintained eye
contact.

Her entire body shivered and broke into
gooseflesh.
 
When her shirt was off
her torso but still hanging on her arms, Chase pulled it down to her wrists and
then pushed them together tightly, twisting her shirt until it bound her wrists
together.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

She was in shorts and panties.
 
Chase knelt down, pulled her shorts down
to her feet and then took her panties in each hand and slowly slid them down to
her ankles.

“I don’t want to hear another fucking
word out of your mouth until I’m done with you,” he said.
 
 

She wanted to fight back, to ask
questions, to do something to disrupt this tactic of his, but she didn’t have
the willpower left.
 

His face was at eye level with her wet,
bare, dripping pussy, and she wanted him to suck on her so badly that she was
sweating.

I’m
like a junkie.

He’s
my dealer, my drug,
my
fix.

He’s
my everything
and I’m not going to fight it anymore.

She kept her mouth shut, and breathed
through her nostrils.
 
Her heartbeat
was speeding up as Chase grabbed her by her naked hips, his fingers pressing
into her flesh, as he leaned in and started to lick and suck her folds.

Everything inside her was crying out and
she opened her mouth, but she managed to stifle the moan at the last
second.
 
It crept into her lower
throat and died there, as Chase’s tongue softly entered her interiors.

She dripped juice into his mouth, as he
sucked on her mound.

God,
he’s good.

He’s
better than good.

She looked down on him, seeing his
shoulders, muscular and powerful, tensing and releasing as his head turned this
way and that, his tongue and lips working her skin,
her
slit—fucking her with his mouth.

Her legs trembled and sweat dripped down
from her temples from the exertion of keeping quiet.

Another cry tried to escape her lips and
she locked her jaw and closed her eyes.

It was feeling more and more impossible
to stay quiet.

“Don’t make a sound or I’ll stop,” he
said, his breath still hot on her mound.
 
“Not one damn sound.”
 
His
tongue flicked her clit as she felt his finger caressing her shivering slit.

And then the tongue was flicking her clit
furiously and a burst of energy exploded in her solar plexus.

The orgasm penetrated her core and she
turned her face upwards toward the ceiling as the cords stood out in her neck.

It was painful and yet the greatest
pleasure she’d ever felt—the rapid sense of falling increased as she came
and came again into his expert mouth.

She wanted to scream his name but knew
better.

Her body shook as more and more explosive
orgasms wracked her, and he knew what was happening.
 
He was sucking her clit, tonguing her
pussy and she was dripping on him and it was so hot.

It was love.

It was glorious sex and darkness and the
intermingling of souls.

She’d never felt so taken and so
powerless and powerful all at once.

She fell into him and then deeper into
herself.

When it was done, she was breathless, and
she opened her eyes to see him rising to his feet.
 
He stood, and she saw that his cock was
poking out of his boxer shorts.
 
There was a sheen glazing the head of his dick.

He saw her looking at his cock and when
she met his gaze again, he was grinning.

“I think you need to continue to keep
that big mouth of yours full, so you don’t say more things you’ll regret.
 
Get down on your fucking knees.”

She dropped quickly.
 
The t-shirt was still wrapped around her
wrists and the panties around her ankles.

“Put me in your mouth.
 
And stay quiet,” he reminded her.

Faith grabbed hold of his thick, swollen
member, and stroked it once.
 
She
could smell him—his scent, his seed—as she licked the tip of his
cock, swirling her tongue all around the dripping head of him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep
breath, his stomach becoming concave as he inhaled sharply.

Faith knew he was incredibly turned on.
 
And she was just as turned on as
Chase—even more so, perhaps.

The urgency of the act came in part from
the volatility of everything that had happened to them and between them these
past hours.
 

And now Chase had thrown down the
gauntlet and taken control of her.
 
She had to admit, she liked it.
 
She wanted it.

And right now, she wanted nothing more
than to suck him and make him come, to feel him releasing everything into her
mouth, and to know that she’d made him so hot that he’d exploded.

The anticipation was killing her.
 
She started to take him into her mouth
fully now, wanting to truly suck him.
 
Her hands were “tied” together by the t-shirt around her wrists, but she
hand enough flexibility to allow her to stroke his cock, his heavy balls.

Meanwhile, she concentrated most of her
energy on taking his huge dick into her mouth as far as possible.

And then she wrapped her lips tightly
around his shaft, before sliding her head back until just the head of his cock
was still between her lips.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

It was working.
 

She slathered the tip of his cock with
her tongue, letting her saliva pool and then drip down his soaking member.

Meanwhile, there was a buzzing between
her legs, a humming sensation, as she got more and more turned on.

The presence of Chase Winters standing
above her, controlling her, his masculine, dominant form like nothing she could
ever had imagined.

And now she didn’t need to imagine
anything, because her wildest fantasy was here, in the flesh.

He was the very definition of sex, of
power, of manliness.

And she had his most manly part in her
mouth, and she was turning him on, and that turned her on too.

She gripped his balls tightly in each
hand, cupping them, before sliding her mouth down, down until she nearly gaged
on the root of him.

His hips flexed.

She bobbed up and down now, sucking hard
and fast.

All she could hear was the slopping of
her wet mouth as she sucked him off, and her butt and glutes ached from the
action of holding herself steady as she gave Chase Winters the best head she
could give.

He obliged by fucking her mouth as she
came towards him.
 

He pumped harder and faster as she
managed to increase the speed of her own sucking.

His cock was starting to drip salty cum
into her mouth and Faith had to admit—she loved the taste of him.
 
She wanted more.

More.

Her head moved of its own accord now, it’s
own rhythm.
 
They were like some
bizarre connected sex machine, two parts working in perfect harmony.

Faith slid her lips up and down his stiff
shaft as he flexed and pumped in time with her movement.

Finally, he groaned and announced that he
was about to come.

Frantically, she worked harder, jerking
the base of his dick with both hands, and it was so slick and wet that she knew
he was about to blow.

And blow he did, cursing and shouting at
the top of his lungs.
 
He became
rigid, almost like a statue, as he spurted a hot rope of cum directly into her
mouth and throat.

She swallowed, trying to take it all down
and not choke.

He shot another spurt of hot semen and
she swallowed, swallowed, swallowed.

Chase’s muscles stood out in stark relief
as he closed his eyes and climaxed, groaning in pleasure that was intense she
might have thought he was wounded.

When it was done, he withdrew, breathing
deeply.
 
“Jesus,” he said, backing
away, his eyes wide.
 
“That was
incredible.”

She smiled up at him.
 

“You can talk now,” he told her.

“I’m sorry about what I said before,” she
said.

“We both got upset.
 
It was a crazy situation.”
 
He untied the t-shirt from her wrists
and she stood up straight, stepping out of her panties.

She was completely naked.

Chase picked her up by the waist,
effortlessly lifting her into the air as she squealed.
 
He brought her close, wrapping his arms
around her as their nude bodies pressed tightly to one another.

She laid her cheek against his hot
skin.
 
“You’re magnificent,” she
told him.
 
“I’m sorry I ever hurt
you.”

“All is forgiven,” Chase said.
 
“I could never stay angry with you.
 
You’re too beautiful.”

***

After showering and changing into fresh
clothes, Faith felt like a new person.

Chase was in a good mood and so was she.

“Is it weird that we fixed that argument
with sex?” Faith asked him, as she admired herself in the bedroom mirror.

Chase was putting on his sneakers over by
the bed.
 
He glanced at her.
 
“No.”

She smirked.
 
“I mean
,
did we
actually solve the problem though?”

“There is no problem.”
 
He tied his sneakers and stood up.
 
“That’s what you needed to get, and
that’s what I showed you.
 
Now don’t
make me teach you the same lesson twice, girl.”

She felt a flutter in her chest as she
looked at him in the mirror.

His smoldering sexy looks were nothing
she could ever get used to.

“Maybe I like being taught lessons,” she
told him.

His eyes darkened.
 
“Don’t tempt me right now.”

She giggled a little, and her cheeks
flushed.
 
Chase approached from
behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
 
It sent a shiver up her spine and she
laughed again.
 
“You feel good.”

He murmured something unintelligible and
kissed her neck and breathed into her ear.

“Something’s buzzing,” he said.
 
“Shit, that’s me.”
 
He grabbed his phone from his pocket and
stared at it momentarily.
 

“Who is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know.
 
Detroit area code.”

She felt a flinch of anxiety.
 
“You don’t think it’s Boogie, do you?”

“No, it’s not his number.”
 
He seemed unsure, but then answered it
abruptly.
 
“Hello,” he said, his
voice distinctly cold.

At the same moment, Faith’s cell phone
buzzed and she looked at a text from her sister.

Mom
and Dad say we r coming to visit u and Chase.

Faith felt a pit opening in her stomach
at the prospect of her mother and father meeting Chase and how horrible such an
event might be.

How should she respond?
 
She’d been ignoring her father and
mother’s texts and voicemails long enough.
 
Things were going to get awkward indeed if she didn’t find a way to
resolve the situation.

Besides, she thought.
 
Could she blame her parents for wanting
to meet her new boyfriend, regardless of how famous he might be?

It was only when she looked up from the
phone that she saw Chase’s ashen expression.
 
His face had gone deathly pale.

“What kind of evidence?” he said, his
voice sounding choked, like he was being strangled.
 

Evidence.

Maybe it was someone calling about the
incident between Monique and Velcro.

But that didn’t make sense because he’d
said it was a Detroit phone number.
 
And then she considered Chase’s history.
 
Maybe an old crime he’d committed was
coming back to haunt him in the present.