The Curvy Sister (A BBW Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“That’s more like it,” he
murmured against my mouth, his baby blue eyes bright with pleasure. He
lingered, teased me with an almost kiss, until I curled my fingers against his
chest and begged with my eyes and mouth and body.

Jason’s full, hard mouth gave
against mine, warm and a little wet, like a drowning man searching for air, and
I plummeted into the sweet quiet he afforded me. He tilted my head back, parted
my lips with his tongue, and I could do nothing but give in to his invasion and
be crushed by it. I moaned when he caught my tongue and sucked it between his
teeth.

When I didn’t try to flee he
hooked my belt loops and pulled me across the threshold into his apartment,
kicked the door shut behind us, and had me up against it before I’d had a
chance to take a breath or consider the consequences of our actions.

He
mmm
ed as he kissed
away from my mouth to my chin, nosed my head back and laid trails down my neck.
He had to stoop and curl himself against me, pinning me to his front door and
whoosh
,
all thoughts went right out of my head. All I could focus on was the press of
his mouth, the teasing dart of his tongue, the graze of his teeth as he
explored all the exposed skin he could reach.

Jonathan had not been my only
lover, but he was on a short list. My lovers tended to be short-lived and as
inexperienced as I had been, neither category particularly good at making me go
weak-kneed. This was a whole new brand of pleasure I hadn’t even known existed
outside movies and novels. The way his big, spread hands traveled down my body
to reach and cup my ass was both exhilarating and a little obscene. It was the
way a guy touched a girl when he claimed her and I reveled in that feeling, no
matter how temporary this was.

And that helped, knowing how
temporary Jason King was. He lived half a country away in a very big city. For
all I knew I was his distraction as much as he was mine. I knew he’d never
chosen a girl like me before, couldn’t remember him ever dating a girl in high
school long enough to call her his girlfriend. I didn’t have to worry about the
usual crap that came along with dating someone. This…this was safe. This was
someone who couldn’t break my heart.

So I could give in when he
tugged my hips into his. I could exhilarate in feeling like a sexual possession
rather than a girlfriend with feelings and emotions to be looked after first,
attraction second. Strangely I didn’t even freak out much when he caressed my
body and felt the rumples and bumps and swells I hid from everyone else. He
could take me or leave me and that wouldn’t ever hurt me.

And by the way he was sliding
his hands up under my shirt to stroke my lower back and waist, he definitely
seemed to be leaning towards the
take me
option.

Jason brought one hand to my
face and touched my cheek before sliding his fingers along my jaw to my chin.
He broke the kiss and leaned away without going far. He touched his forehead to
mine and forced me to gaze into those bright blue eyes. I panted for breathe.

“Is this what you came here
for, Cassidy?” His voice rumbled in his chest, husky and soft like there was a
chance someone might overhear us.

I swallowed, struggled to
form coherent thoughts. “No, I…y-yes. I don’t know.” I shook my head, doubt
creeping in where his kisses had been. I faltered and he must have sensed that
doubt because he tightened his grip on me.

“It’s ok to want this.”

 “Oh,” I exhaled and averted
my eyes from his probing gaze. I sank my shoulders back into the door. “I doubt
that’s true. There are gossips in this town who would pay an obscene amount of
money to know what I’m doing here with you right now.”

A flash of irritation clouded
his eyes. His jaw tightened and he shifted his hand from my face to the back of
my neck and pulled me back in close to him.

“That’s no one’s goddamn
business but mine. When you’re here, they’re not.” Jason tilted his head a fraction
and grazed his beautiful mouth against mine. It was a gentle brush, but
adamant.
Make a choice
. “Do you want to be here with me, Cassidy?”

I still didn’t recognize my
name in his voice. He looked like Jonathan in many ways, but their voices
couldn’t be more different.

Instead of answering him, I
slid out from under his arm and took several steps through the living room
towards the back bedroom. I stopped halfway and with more bravery than I’d ever
shown in my life, I hooked the hem of my t-shirt and drew it up over my head
and off. As my hair fell across my shoulders I heard him groan softly. I
glanced over my shoulder as I dropped my t-shirt on the floor and saw him fall
boneless against the door where he’d just had me, fingers spread across his chest.

“More.”

I bent over, drew up my jeans
to expose my black boots and unzipped them one at a time. I was shaking when I
slid them off and straightened. I took another two steps towards the bedroom
when I heard him move closer, but not too close. Not close enough to touch me.

He exhaled. “More.”

I unhooked the button of my
jeans and drew the silver tab down one tooth at a time, loud in the quiet, a
teasing sound he couldn’t watch but knew exactly what it meant. I took another
step forward and shimmied them over my hips and let them drop around my feet. I
stepped out and came into the doorway of the bedroom. I turned a look over my
shoulder and found his belt open, hand on his zipper, eyes honed in on the
swell of my panties. I thanked every god in the heavens I’d worn a pretty pair
of lacy blue boy shorts and matching bra. By the bulge near his hands, he
seemed very pleased with my backside.

Without further prodding I
disappeared into his dim bedroom, plaits of light sneaking in between the not
quite closed curtains. I took a half second to glance around the room, neat
without any personal effects decorating the walls or dresser like I’d once been
used to. His suitcase and duffle bag lay open on one end of the room, his bed
unmade.

I climbed to the middle where
the blanket and sheet were most rumpled and knelt facing the door. The sheets
smelled unmistakably like him.

He moved silently into the
doorway and stopped to stare, his expression unreadable but dreamy. Jason kept
his hands settled where his jeans lay open to his stiff shaft tenting his
boxers. He looked so masculine and hungry standing there, raking me with his
eyes, imagining what he might do with me once he reached me. I pulled my bottom
lip between my teeth and, blushing, crooked a finger bashfully.
Come here
.

Jason pushed off the door
frame and swaggered to his bedside. This close I could feel the heat of his
skin radiating towards mine. He cupped a hand against my cheek, then fanned my
long hair out across one shoulder than the next. He seemed to like the feel of
my hair between his fingers because he touched it for a long time before
continuing down over my naked shoulders. At my breasts he touched lightly,
traced the scalloped blue edge of my bra to the dip where they pressed together
to form full half-moons over the demi-shape. He stroked the soft skin with the
pad of his thumb, then lowered his mouth to trace that path with his mouth.

His free hand rested against
my hip while he kissed and licked at the swell of plump skin. This was what it
must feel like to be worshipped. I closed my eyes and let him explore me,
hyper-aware of each kiss, each graze of skin on skin. I shuddered when he
spoke, puffs of hot air breaking against my breast.

“Off,” he panted. “Take it
off.”

I obeyed and their heaviness fell
once released, something I would have been embarrassed about if it weren’t for
the pleased growl and the urgency with which he took one of my nipples into his
mouth.

I opened my mouth but no
sound came out. I clutched the back of his head, wrapped his short dark hair in
my fingers and pulled him into me. His hands dug into my soft hips and held me
while he lavished each nipple, one after the other, in kisses and licks. Each
time he abandoned one for the other, the air would chill against my damp skin and
harden my nipple for his pleasure a moment later. Like a little boy who
couldn’t decide which flavor of ice cream was his favorite, he spent long
minutes sucking and nipping at each breast until I was shaking in his hands,
gasping soundlessly bent against his hair.

In one swift movement he
latched his hands behind my knees and yanked me on my back, knees obligingly up
and open, and he wasted no time crawling between them. This was how I liked
him, on top of me, blocking out the world with his strong body. There was
nothing of last night in the way he kissed me and stroked my body beneath him.
It wasn’t rushed or violent or crazed. This was an exploration, a long journey
across every hill and valley, every soft swell and new spot that made me arch
and gasp into his mouth. He discovered where I was ticklish at my waist and
that I had a particularly strong reaction of arousal when he kissed the flat
slice of skin between my right thigh and hip. Before he ever touched my
panties, he had me wet and throbbing and desperate.

“Don’t go,” I whined softly
when he started to pull away. He smiled and kissed my mouth while he unwound my
arms from his neck.

“Not a chance, Cassidy.”

He climbed off me, off the
bed, the springs bouncing back once he was gone and my body suddenly cold
despite the August heat. I watched him cross the room to his dresser and push
his jeans down to his feet, then his boxers, releasing his impressive erection
all at once. It sprang forward, hooked slightly upwards, so stiff and ruddy it
looked painful. He stood confidently, legs spread a little, while he dug out a
condom from his duffle bag.

He returned to the bed in
long, animal strides. I bit my lip to suppress a grin, the reaction between my
legs instant and a little overwhelming. I wanted to touch it, to ease the ache
he’d created and abandoned that he now looked very ready to make up for. He
stood next to the bed, aimed between my legs, and unrolled the condom down his
shaft. He made it look sexy and gorgeous, not awkward like it had always felt
before. The way he did it was a promise, like a kiss.
Just wait till I get a
hold of you.

7

____________

Jason settled his hand
between my legs and ran his thumb down the gusset of my panties. The whole of
me went electric and I had to grab onto his sheets to keep myself still. He
laughed, throaty and desirous.

“What a beautiful surprise
you’ve turned out to be.”

His words stilled me, but he
was so sincere he didn’t notice when he took my panties in both hands and
pulled them down my body. My heart picked up where my quiet mind left off,
pounding away louder than it had in months.

If he noticed my shock, it
didn’t stop him from climbing on top of me and capturing me in his arms. So
close, his blue eyes blinded me but I couldn’t stop staring into them. Like
staring into the sun.

“I was a little rough last
night,” he murmured. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”

“I liked it,” I whispered
back and he sank his face into the crook of my neck. I felt his erection settle
across my pubic bone, then shift across my thigh as he searched for my
entrance. I raised my hips and he reached between us to guide it to its target.

He strained against my body,
his mouth brushed my throat. “Tell me what you want, Cassidy.”

All over I trembled, and
didn’t stop even as I clung desperately to him.

“More,” I swallowed. “I want
more.”

And then he gave me
everything
.
He sank into me, pulled out an inch, then pushed deeper still until I was
gasping and arching my hips into him. He seemed to love my reaction, pawing at
my writhing hips, trying to capture my throat with his mouth. We fought like
this while I got used to his size, nothing more than a noises of hunger
escaping either of us for minutes.

 “This won’t do,” he
murmured. I came out of my dreamy haze long enough to wonder what that meant,
but all at once he slid out of me, hooked my hip and flipped me over onto my
stomach in one swift motion. He kept hold of me around the waist and hauled me
up onto my knees. I clawed into the bedding, a thrill of excitement fluttering
up from my damp sex into my throat. I’d never been taken like this before and
it felt so incredibly suggestive. Like a dirty secret. Not seeing what he was
doing added a new layer of insatiable intensity.

Jason slid himself back
inside me, easier this time now that I was sopping and open for him. Angled
downward it felt like he was able to slide deeper inside of me than he had
before, until I felt his heavy balls slap against my swollen lips and I knew he
was rooted completely inside of me like this and I’d never felt so full. So
craved.

“Mmm, better. So tight.” His
voice was so soft I didn’t think the words were meant for me, or that he knew
that he was saying them. I buried my face into his sheets, clutched them in my
fists and let myself be as noisy as he made me. He panted, strained to work
himself out and back in.

He quickened his pace,
leveraged himself with my hips until his rhythm was quick and sharp, slaps of
skin against skin almost as noisy as our panting and breathy moans. He liked my
name in his mouth when he got particularly deep, and he seemed to like how I
sprang and jumped when he pounded me particularly hard. My lips spread for him,
swollen with the friction of his constant thrusting. I shook possessed when he
spread his hands around to my stomach and down to cup my mound in his hand. He
snaked his fingers into my soppy, puffy lips and when he found the engorged
pearl of flesh it was like he’d plugged me into a wall outlet and turned me on.