Change Of Plans (New Adult BBW Romance) (6 page)

“Because we’re the only ones here.”
Brendan lifted the silver covers off the dishes on the serving tray that had
been left nearby, then carefully placed them on the table. “I hope you don’t
mind lobster tail and steak.”

Callie stared at him. “What do you mean,
we’re the only ones here?” She looked around again, as if she was trying to
scan the shadows for any potential people he might have overlooked. “Is this just
an off night for the hotel?”

Brendan laughed. “No. I just rented out
the lounge and asked that the hotel staff stock the bar and bring our food
early.” Reaching over the table, he took his hand in hers, stroking his thumb
over the back of her hand. “I wanted us to be left alone.”

“I see.” Callie sat back, wonder in her
eyes as she looked around the veranda again. “You really know how to impress a
woman.”

“Well, the Giants did do a private
concert for the owner’s son’s sixteenth birthday, so it wasn’t exactly hard to
twist his arm over this.” Brendan winked, then picked up his fork and steak
knife. “Try the lobster tail. He told me it’s the best in the city.”

They ate in companionable silence for a
few moments, Brendan enjoying his meal as much as he enjoyed watching Callie
eat. She cut her meat with an almost-surgeon like precision, steady and
careful, and then slowly lifted each bite to her ruby red mouth before catching
it between her perfect white teeth. Every so often he’d catch a flash of pink
tongue as she licked a drop of meat juice from her lips, and sometimes a small
moan would escape from her lips as she enjoyed what must have been a
particularly succulent bite of meat.

Jesus
, he thought, shifting to try and
accommodate his growing erection.
Who knew watching a woman eat could be
such an erotic experience?

“The Indians,” Callie said.

“What?”

“The Indians,” she repeated, a wicked
sparkle in her eyes that told him she knew exactly what he’d been thinking
– shit, he’d probably said it out loud. “Sex was a true art form for
them, one where they carefully considered and planned each step of their
seduction. Before a seduction, a man might order special foods brought up to
his room that were aphrodisiacs, that he and his lover would feed to each other
in preparation for their tryst.”

“Well damn,” he muttered. “Didn’t know
beef was such a turn on.”

Callie winked. “It’s the rib-eye,
specifically.”

Brendan gaped. “Are you serious?” He
would have to start stocking his freezer with this stuff, 24/7.

She laughed. “No, I’m just teasing you.”

Brendan just shook his head, hardly able
to believe he’d fallen for that one. “How do you know this stuff, anyway?”

Callie shrugged one perfect, bare
shoulder in response. “College,” she said, offering her profile to him as she
admired the view. “From one of my anthropology classes. Cultural anthropology,
I think. My professor really liked to discuss sexual customs amongst different
cultures.”

“Mmm.” He took her hand in his again.
“Then you must have something of an education in the area.” This stuff was all
news to him; he didn’t know Callie had much depth of knowledge in sexual
practices, since their sex had always been so vanilla in the past.

“I… suppose I do,” she hedged. “Though
it’s mostly anecdotal rather than from experience.” Smiling, she changed the
subject. “Dinner was delicious. I’d really like to stretch my legs for a bit
and explore this little outdoor oasis. Can we walk around?”

“Of course.” Standing, Brendan helped Callie
out of her seat, then made sure her wrap was securely fastened around her
shoulders. The outdoor area was kept fairly warm with the aid of heat lamps,
but it was still just chilly enough that he wanted to make sure she had the
extra layer. “Right this way.”

Tucking her arm into the crook of his elbow,
he led her down the winding path, taking it slow, letting her explore what was
beneath each canopy area. Some of them had beds like theirs, others chaise
lounges, and there were a few that even had fire pits. The path led them to the
bar, which stood unmanned but fully stocked, and he went behind the counter to
mix them some drinks.

“I didn’t know you could mix drinks.” Callie
leaned an elbow on the table, offering him a mouth-watering view of her
cleavage as her bust hung forward. Brendan found himself wishing the dress were
a little looser; if it didn’t hold her breasts so firmly in place they might
have actually spilled out.

“I learned a few things during my music
career that were a little beyond my required skill set.” He set her sunshine
margarita on the table in front of her, then fished a bottle of Guinness out
from beneath the counter for himself. “Comes in handy sometimes.”

“I’ll say.” She picked up the glass, then
took a cautious sip. Her eyes widened. “It’s good!”

“Did you have any doubts?” Grinning, he
took a long pull on his beer, then tucked her arm in his again so they could
continue their little tour.

“It was more like I was reserving
judgment,” she teased. Her eyes lit up as they approached the next canopy.
“Ooooh… is that a hammock?”

“It is.” Brendan guided her into the
enclosure, where a large, lace-trimmed hammock swung gently in the breeze
between two of the columns. Two green and white pillows and a matching blanket
rested inside. “Would you like to try it out?”

“Hell yes!” Callie nearly squealed,
eagerly tugging off her shoes. Setting her drink on a nearby table, she trotted
barefoot across the tile and flopped herself down into it with a child-like
enthusiasm that was uncharacteristic of her. Instantly she started swinging,
giggles escaping from her mouth. “I haven’t done this since I was a little
kid.”

Brendan chuckled. “I can see that. Now
quit hogging it.” Stepping forward, he caught her on the upswing, grabbing the
fabric of the hammock and using it to pull her flush against him. “My turn,” he
murmured, ducking his head to capture her lips.

A small sigh escaped her as he kissed her
slowly, his mouth gently moving against hers as he enjoyed the texture of her
full lips against his. He only meant for it to be a quick kiss, but she felt so
good pressed up against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her
delicate hands on his shoulders, that he found himself sliding his tongue
beneath her lips to taste her. She opened her mouth eagerly, catching his
tongue between her teeth and then suckling. He growled involuntarily, sliding
his hands around to cup her ass through her tight little red dress.

“You taste so sweet,” he rasped against
her mouth.

“Mmm.” Tugging at the lapels of his
jacket, she drew him down onto the hammock with her. Sandwiched together, their
bodies pressed impossibly close, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her
again. This time the kiss was more consuming, more urgent as he tangled his
tongue with hers, savoring the sweetness of her mouth as her fragrance filled
the air around them. He felt her hands at his shirt, undoing the buttons, and
then they were on his bare flesh, gliding over his muscles and sending ripples
of pleasure through him.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, her
hands traveling lower toward his belt buckle. He sucked in a breath, sensing
her intentions, but her fingers only hovered there, hesitating.

“Callie,” he murmured, “you don’t need to
be afraid. There’s no one here.”

“I know.” She sighed. “It’s just… I’m
self-conscious.”

Sitting up a little, he brushed his
knuckles against her cheek, wanting to soothe her. “Do you know why I picked
this place for our date?”

“Because it’s beautiful?”

“Yes,” he said softly, “but not just
that. I remember how you were back in Central Park, how you were entranced at
the same time at the prospect of us making love in the gazebo.”

“I wasn’t – ”

“Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lips.
“I know you wanted to do it. That you were scared, but also excited at the idea
of us making love in a public place.” He swept his arm out, gesturing to the
space around them. “Well, that’s what this is. It’s technically public, and
full of charm and greenery just like the park, except that I made it private by
renting it out to ourselves. We can do whatever we want up here, and as long as
we stay beneath the canopies, no one will really see us.”

Callie’s eyes softened. “Oh, Brendan.”
She nuzzled him. “You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“But I wanted to.” He nipped her nose
gently. “I want you to explore your wild side, to indulge in your fantasies and
desires with me.” He stroked his palm along her side, savoring the dips and
valleys of her curvy figure. “Come now. There’s nothing to fear.”

She was silent for a long moment before
she nodded. “Can we move to one of the beds, though? I don’t want to
accidentally fall out of this thing,” she admitted with a sheepish grin. “Or
have it collapse beneath us.”

Scrambling out of the hammock, they
collected their shoes and made for one of the other canopies, turning it into a
race. Laughing and breathless, Brendan was ahead when Callie leaped at his
back, tackling him onto the bed. Giggles filled the air as they rolled around
amongst the pillows and blankets, tugging at one another’s clothes. Brendan
lost his jacket, and Callie’s dress ended up pulled down to her waist,
revealing her beautiful breasts to the moonlight.

“I see you wore the pasties,” he observed
with a grin, tracing the heart-shaped outline against her breast. She shivered
in response, and he eased his teeth beneath the edge of the silicone, pulling
it off to expose her nipple to the cool night air.

“I figured I was supposed to, since you
put them in the box,” she said, the last word ending on a gasp as he flicked
his tongue against her nipple. Pulling her on top of him so that her breasts
hung down in front of his face, he lapped at her taut buds, whipping her into a
frenzy – she’d always been so sensitive there. Her gasps soon turned to
moans as she started grinding herself against his cock, seeking release, and
then he remembered the crotchless panties he knew she was wearing underneath.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his hoarse
tone nearly unrecognizable. “I want to see your sweet ass.”

Shooting him a smile so sexy it ought to
be illegal, she did as he commanded, pushing her dress up to bare her
practically naked ass to him. Squeezing her cheeks, he groaned as she undid his
pants and took him into her mouth, nearly seeing stars. Nudging her legs wider,
he lapped at her pussy, relishing the way her juices dripped so readily onto his
tongue – she was so wet, so ready. His tongue found her clit, and he felt
her entire body convulse as he started circling around the tight little knot.
Her muffled groans egged him on as she continued to suck him, and he pushed her
up a little higher, then sucked on her clit.

Legs trembling, she let out a muffled
scream as she came, her juices gushing out from her pussy all over his face,
and he eagerly lapped up every drop, reveling in the satisfaction of bringing
her pleasure. Stroking her ass, he waited patiently as she came, encouraging
her with soft strokes of his tongue. Eventually her tremors died down, and she
collapsed against him, her head resting against his thigh.

“Brendan?” she whispered after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Climbing off him, she stripped her dress off, revealing her naked body in all
its full glory. Then she got down on all fours and glanced at him over her
shoulder, a shy, but still incredibly sexy smile on her face. “And… and I want
you to play with my ass.”

“Yeah?” his eyes lit up at the prospect.
It definitely wasn’t the kinkiest request he’d ever gotten from a woman, but
for Callie, it was huge.

“Yes.” She bit down on her already
swollen lower lip. “I… I’ve never done it before, but I’ve always wanted to try
it. I think I’d like it.” She shook her ass a little bit, the creamy mounds
jiggling a little in the moonlight, and impossibly, his cock grew even harder.

“I’ll make you like it,” he growled,
stripping off the rest of his clothing. Getting onto his knees, he joined her
on the other side of the bed, settling his hands on her hips. Leaning over, he
pressed soft kisses along the length of her spine, enjoying the little shivers
beneath his lips. He made his way down to the base of her spine, then her ass,
before lifting his head and positioning himself at her entrance. “Are you
ready?” he asked, sliding his hand between her legs to toy with her clit. She
was still wet, still dripping, but he had to ask.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

Pushing forward, he slid his cock into
her slowly, pressing inch by inch until his balls were touching her slick
entrance. “Christ,” he hissed. “I can never get over just how good you feel.”
Pushing her shoulders down so that her ass thrust higher into the air, he spread
her cheeks a little wider. “I’m just going to touch you for now, is that all
right?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

Licking his thumb, he pressed it gently
against her tight, pink asshole, then started to rub it in slow circles as he
thrust in and out of her pussy. Biting the inside of his cheek, he did his best
to pace himself, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Her answering
moans told him that she was enjoying it, so he took it a step further and
slipped his thumb inside her.