Chapter 15
Chase
Where you at?
Me
At the house. What’s up?
Chase
Jocelyn there?
Me
Jocelyn hasn’t been here all damn week with her freaky ass.
Chase
Bet.
Me
What does that mean?
Hello?
Nigga! I know you can see these words on that tiny ass screen! Answer me!
After being ignored for the third time, I rolled my eyes. I fully planned to spend the rest of my night laid up, cakin’ on the phone with his ass like a teenage girl. I had just settled on a movie to watch in bed when the doorbell rang.
“Now who the fuck?” I swore if it wasn’t a lil girl sellin’ cookies on the other side of that door, whoever it was, was getting cussed smooth the fuck out.
I had to eat those words when I looked through the peephole and saw Chase standing there.
I swung the door open and stood there with my hands on my hips.
“You can drive through L.A. traffic to get over here, but you can’t pick up that artifact to text me back?” I asked with the fakest attitude that I could muster.
“I thought I would pull up and thank you in person,” he answered with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as they drifted down over my barely dressed body.
“So, you show up over here to ‘thank me’ without a gift, or a fruit basket, nothing?” I laughed, before letting him in and watching as he locked up behind us.
“I got this.” His eyes glimmered mischievously as he pulled my hand to his hard dick, making me gasp.
Did he drive over here with his shit bricked up?
“We’re not supposed to be having sex, Chase,” I fussed. He replied by pulling me into a nasty kiss—the kind that turned my resolve into an afterthought and my pussy into a broken fire hydrant.
“You say that like you didn’t just fuck me in a house full of people less than twelve hours ago.” As he spoke, he stole more kisses, and his hands made their way to my ass.
“That was… for the case,” I argued, then yelped as he picked me up. I loved a man who could toss me around like a football, but I would never admit that to him.
“So, you can honestly say that you haven’t been thinking about this all day?”
“Since I met you,” I mumbled, moaning as his lips hit my neck. He loved putting his face there like it was his favorite place on earth.
“What?” he asked, pulling back and looking at me curiously, feet still moving us toward my bedroom.
“Nothing,” I whispered and pressed his lips back into my neck.
“Where you get this shirt from?” he asked as he pulled the Flyers’ shirt with his name and number on the back. My cheeks warmed. He wasn’t supposed to pop up on me to catch me reppin’ his ass, especially after my silent vow never to do it again.
“I bought it,” I said coyly, pulling him in for another kiss.
“Amaya,” he fussed, pulling away from me. “Why the fuck would you buy a shirt with my name on it, when I’m right here? That’s a waste of money!”
“I was trying to support you!” I teased. “I thought if I bought enough shirts, maybe you could afford a real phone with a screen and internet.”
“Fuck you,” he laughed. “But for real, don’t do that no more. I probably have like a thousand of these at home.”
“I know,” I said, playfully fluttering my lashes. “That’s why I stole it from your room the other day… I took like four.” He laughed so hard that we both damn near hit the floor.
“Crazy ass.”
When we hit my bedroom, he closed the door behind us and dropped me on the bed like a sack of potatoes.
I propped up on my elbows and watched him peel his shirt over his head before he playfully tossed it at me like I was front row center at a strip show.
I followed his lead, letting him pull my oversized t-shirt over my head and slip my panties down over my hips.
I rubbed my fingers through his waves as he planted kisses on my thighs.
“For the record, I’ve been thinking about this since I met you too, baby,” he whispered as his mouth moved from my thigh to my pussy, pressing his fingers into my g-spot as his tongue played over my clit.
“Chase! Fuck!” My back arched off the bed, but he never detached from me, fingers and tongue moving in perfect sync to send me into a frenzy.
That man had me feeling so good that I couldn’t see straight.
He ate my pussy like it was his last meal on death row, and I just had to take it.
Once I had fully moisturized his face and beard for the third time, he finally let up, planting one last kiss to my clit before pulling away.
“Turn over,” he growled as he stood up, removing his pants so that pretty ass dick could greet me properly. I never moved as fast as I did, rolling over to my stomach and arching my back.
“Hurry up,” I groaned into my pillow, thirsty for the dick like he hadn’t just given me three orgasms.
“Shut yo’ bossy ass up! Now, ask me nicely,” he teased, smacking my ass and rubbing just the tip of his dick across my eager pussy.
“Please?” I purred softly, hating that I gave into him so quickly, but I was ready to be fucked.
“There you go—that’s more like it.” He eased into me and all his previous work paid off, because I was wet as hell and so ready for him.
“Did you hear that?” I asked, my head shooting up as a sound from outside my door caught my attention.
“I didn’t hear shit,” he said pumping into me from behind. I went back to taking dick, our moans and shit talking warring with the TV over which one could be the loudest.
“Amaya?” Joce’s voice came with a knock at the door. My eyes turned into fucking planets at the thought of getting caught being dicked down by Chase, and I tried to get up, but he just pushed my head down into the pillow and continued stroking me with his strong ass.
“Can I come in?” she called out again when she didn’t get an answer.
“No! Don’t!” I was able to scream before he forced me back down into the pillow.
“Um. Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, girl. I thought you were out for the night?” I asked, trying to sound natural as Chase continued to press my head into my pillow and rocked against my g-spot from the back.
“I was, I’m actually headed back out, but—girl, can I just open the door?” My body tensed as her hand clinked against the doorknob, but his greedy ass never stopped, still working his hips back and forth like he didn’t give a fuck about us being caught. It was almost like he wanted it.
“G-Gimme a minute! I-I don’t have on any clothes!” I blurted out, then moaned when he reached around and played with my clit, still fucking me crazy the whole time.
“Amaya, girl, are you good?” she asked cautiously. All I could do was pray that she didn’t open the door.
“Y-y-yesssss! God, yes! Oh, fuck yes!” I screamed into my pillow.
“Ohhh!” I heard her giggle. “Girl, I’m sorry. I just wanted to tell you that I was stopping by to get a bag. I’ll probably be out the rest of the night… I’ll let you get back to it!”
“BYE! A-Aaaagh!” I screamed, another orgasm ripping through me as I heard her footsteps go down the hall, then the notification chime for the front door. Chase chuckled and pressed his fingers into my hips, fucking me harder and faster than ever.
“I-hate-youuuuu!” I howled the moment I was able to use my voice. “Ooh, you stupid mothafucker! I hate you so fuckin’ much!” I hollered as that man turned me every way but loose. My body still shook from the last orgasm and he was about to fuck me right into another one.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” he challenged.
“I hate you!” I called back, throwing my ass back at him.
“I know, baby,” he teased and gave my ass a hard smack. “Hate me harder.”
So, I did. Looking back over my shoulder at him, I turned it up a notch, throwing ass like a seasoned pro to the point that all he could do was moan and catch it.
“Shit—Ooh shit, baby. Fuck, this pussy got me bout to nut!” he groaned, grabbing my hips.
I looked back at him hanging on by a thread, and went harder, claiming that dick so that every time he even considered fuckin’ someone else, he would see my face and have flashbacks of this pussy draining him of everything he had.
I looked back at him and said the phrase that I knew would send him over the edge.
“Can I have it, please?” His strokes came back in full force making me scream out right along with him as we came at the same time.
I damn near tore the pillow to shreds as he used me to pump out every drop, the stickiness between us serving as a reminder of the illicit activities we just indulged in.
“You get on my nerves,” I huffed, once he made it back from my bathroom with a warm rag.
“Now Joce is gonna think I was in here on the 1s and 2s while she was out getting fucked! I’ll never be able to live this down!
” I said, rolling over so he could take care of me, which was exactly what he did.
He was so gentle with my body that I considered fucking him again, then the yawn that escaped let me know that I needed to recharge.
He finished cleaning me up, then himself, then climbed back into the bed like he didn’t have a whole mansion to get back to.
“How long are you gonna make me wait after this trial to make it official with you?” he asked, comfortable as hell with his face buried in my titties and his full body weight making me a sandwich between him and the mattress.
I could barely damn breathe, but I was more comfortable than I may have ever been.
This heated, weighted blanket came with a big dick and an even bigger bank account.
“Um, like maybe six months to a year?” I said, actually thinking about it.
“What? Hell nah! I need you by my side, front row center by playoff time. If this is gonna be my last Super Bowl then I need you with me. The case should be over in about two weeks… You got a month.”
“You really ready to give it all up?” I asked, fingertips running over his back, and ignoring his demands.
“Been ready. If I had my way, I would have been done. I just need this last ring, and I’m finished. I been busting my ass since I was fourteen. I’m ready for a break.”
“So, what happens if you don’t win?” I asked as my hands rubbed on his head and back.
“Then I keep going until I do. I don’t plan on losing though, because there’s this shorty that I need around me, and she said that she don’t date losers.” I laughed at his silly ass because it didn’t take another Super Bowl ring to determine that he was anything but a loser.
“Oh my God! I was kidding… Kind of. You’re already a winner. You have two rings. The people who really fuck with you don’t need you to be anything other than you.”
“So, you really fuck with me, huh?” he asked, placing a gentle kiss between my breasts.
“Please get over yourself. I’m just saying—you put way too much unnecessary pressure on yourself. They will still love you, I promise.” That time, he kissed my lips and held me so tight that all I could do was smile hard as hell as I drifted off to sleep.