Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) (3 page)

Still rock hard, I could see he hadn't climaxed yet. He put a fresh condom on anyway then fisted more lube onto his shaft. Once his cock was coated, he ran a slick finger into my ass.

Oh my -- this was really going to happen. Never mind that it had been eighteen months since I last got laid. No man had ever talked me into letting him invade the hole I was lustfully ready to surrender to Craig. My pussy sobbed enviously, each protesting contraction pushing out almond scented cream.

Tossing my head back, I grabbed my ankles while my chest bobbed from the need running through me. Craig threaded his hands through the tangle of my arms and legs until he could grab my hips. Grip tightening, he pressed the tip of his cock against my ass. I clenched my perineum, groaning as both holes tightened simultaneously.

He pushed in, slow and steady until my body accepted the full head. I continued panting, on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Breathe with me, Val. I can't fuck this sweet ass if you pass out on me."

I nodded, dropped my head to look at him, meeting his gaze head on. I thought he would be looking at my tits, or my cunt or that sweet spot he was inching his way into, but he was watching my face.

"God, you’re so beautiful." He settled into me, then lowered my legs from the table until I was perched on the edge, our bodies chest to chest and his weight supporting me. "I was wondering when I’d ever get to tell you that."

Stunned by the admission, I watched Craig silently, waiting for him to do something. The delay made my pussy ache, the muscles contracting around the void inside me.

"You've never done this, have you, cub?"

I shook my head.

He blinked, his lower lip trembling until he bit down on it. "Then it's your show, baby girl. You decide when and how to move. Just start slow."

Nodding, I put my arms behind me to support more of my weight. I cautiously tilted my hips forward. Craig groaned, I groaned with him and slowly rocked back. I teased both of our bodies in a gentle seesaw, testing my limits, searching for the point where the sensation moved from intense pleasure to discomfort. Not finding it, I tightened around him and continued rocking slowly.

"Mmm…" His head rolled back for a second before he jerked it forward to look at me. "Your sweet ass is a natural, baby. If I couldn't see the truth written across your beautiful face, I'd think you just lied to me."

I bit at my lip, wanting to cry but not wanting to spoil the moment. Twice he had said something about me being beautiful. I inhaled, the air rattling through me from the way my body shook. All those months of feeling invisible to him had changed the way I dressed, the way I talked. I had become less outgoing at work and that spilled over into everything else.

"Stay with me, cub."

I looked at him, surprised by the concern twisting his features. Blinking suddenly, I felt tears splash on my cheeks.

His hands tightened on my hips, restraining the gentle rocking pattern I had fallen into. "Am I hurting you?"

Yeah, but I couldn't tell him where he was hurting me. Not where he thought.

I shook my head. "I'm just a little overwhelmed."

Releasing my hips, he started to retreat.

"No!" I clutched at him, my body aching too badly to be ashamed. Cupping his elbows, I tugged until he seated his cock deep inside my ass.

"Back against the table, baby." He pushed lightly against my torso until I complied.

Neither of us moving below the waist, Craig massaged my breasts as he sucked at his bottom lip. He pinched the nipples, drew them taut, rolled them, his movements deep and concentrated.

"Damn, I missed these," he rasped. He must have seen the confusion in my face because he grinned sheepishly. "That pale blue blouse you wore a couple of times your first few months."

Leaning over me, his dick retreating half way as he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His explanation momentarily ceased as he laved and lipped the small bud to a sharper point. "It was so deliciously low cut I couldn't even look at you after the first time you wore it. I had an erection the whole fucking day, little girl."

Stunned again, I stared at him.

Lifting his head to find me dumbfounded, he chuckled. "What has you so surprised? You had to have known -- you bought a whole new wardrobe by the fourth month. I kept waiting for HR to come in and counsel me."

The man was an idiot.

We both were.

"Talking time is over." I pushed back up, my weight on my elbows as I nudged him with my shoulders and breasts until he straightened. I resumed the slow rocking, fucking my ass up and down his cock.

Each forward tilt rubbed my mound against the hard plane of his stomach, my swollen labia sliding to tease my clit. Clenching my thighs hard against his hips, I locked my ankles behind him and lifted my ass off the table. His eyes went wide, like he was seriously enjoying the moment or trying to look at all of me at once, but he stayed focused on my face.

I smiled, my lower lip sucked in as I forced myself to concentrate on the slide of him inside me. I bobbed my ass, short little thrusts that kept my mound bumping hard against him. I kept rocking even as sweat beaded on me, rolled down my breasts and the sides of my stomach.

Now Craig was the one panting, trembling, knuckles white as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my hips.

"You’re killing me here, Val."

I wanted to tell him to "shut it," knew I wouldn’t get the first letter out before it turned into a moan or something stupid. Some stupid female declaration that would rob the moment of its carnal perfection. So I squeezed him tighter, made my thrusts shorter, faster. I felt each movement on my clit, in my pussy and ass, saw Craig give himself over as he flung his head back then jerked forward.

"Losing it, Val." His pupils expanded, filling the sea green irises until he squeezed his eyes shut, face locked in a grimace as he shuddered and came, holding me tight until I cried out my own release and fell back onto the table.

I whimpered as he started to pull out. He shushed me. Taking his time withdrawing, he lifted my leg, kissed the inside of my knee. He kept me spread, massaged my thighs until he was completely out.

"You’re shivering, cub."

I glared at him -- or tried to. It was hard to glare when I was so sated my bones had dissolved. "You were calling me
Val
a few seconds ago."

His mouth quirked in a smile. He pulled me up until I was sitting on the table. Bending down, he scooped up his robe then threaded my arms through the flimsy silk fabric and tied it around my waist.

Nuzzling me, he kissed the curve where neck met shoulder, his hands running along the sides of my trembling body. "Story’s not done, cub. I believe that was the agreement."

"And it’s got to be good," I reminded.

He knotted one hand in my hair, pulled my head back until his lips were poised against mine and I could see his pulse dancing in his pupils. "Believe me, it was. Best I've ever had."

He kissed me then, our first kiss, and I closed my eyes, melting into him as his tongue gently explored my mouth. I was pretty sure Belinda Lee hadn’t included that kiss when she was ringing up the bill.

The three seventy five wouldn’t begin to cover it.

Still holding me, he broke the kiss, rubbed his rough cheek against mine. "Who would believe, Valerie Lane quiet at last?"

I tilted my head, watching him from the corner of my eye as he brushed a lock of hair from my shoulder.

"Please, I’m thinking. I do that every now and then."

He cinched me tighter to him, subconsciously telling me he wasn’t ready to let go. "About what?"

Things. Stupid, stupid, girl things.
But I couldn’t say them, not to him -- not yet. I smiled, stalling for time. "Well, I have another column to fill. You know?"

He closed his eyes, brushed his lips against me as he breathed deeply. "Meaning?"

My tongue darted out, surprising his lips into opening. I traced their edge, kissed him deeper before pulling back and drowning in the sea green gaze. I buried my face against his neck. Craig had started this game, been the first to risk rejection and reprimand.

Now it was my turn.

He tilted my chin up, repeating his question so that I was forced to make the next move.

Bringing my mouth to his once more, I kissed him. "I never said
Magenta
."

********************

Somehow, I managed to return home, write my final draft, and submit it by the deadline for Sunday's feature. Gone was the distance and the lukewarm observation of my earlier drafts. The words became wetter, hotter -- so hot I expected Craig to send me copy back bleeding red to keep the advertisers in their comfort zone. He didn't. He just bled over a few typos and added a single editorial comment. Seeing the embellished
Delicious!
on the image file for the column's mark-up, I hoped like hell it boded well for another round or ten with my sexy boss.

Nothing else that weekend did. Other than communicating with me electronically on the story, Craig was silent. Understandable -- putting the Sunday issue together is like herding cats while wrestling an anaconda. Anyone stuck on the desk leaves the paper around 2 am on Sunday and crashes until dinner.

To calm my nerves, I went shopping Sunday and bought a pair of blue suede stilettos that matched the color of the long absent blouse.

Not that I was desperate to attract Craig's attention Monday morning.

Yeah -- right.

As it was, he strolled into the morning editorial meeting five minutes late with Dalton Hayes sniffing at his heels. A minute later, Craig strolled out, attending the meeting just long enough to announce Dalton would be running assignments for the next thirty days and that anyone whining would be summarily executed.

Typical Monday morning, Craig didn't once glance my way. Assignments were made, the meeting ended and I retreated to my desk. Five minutes later, Dalton tapped me on the shoulder and gestured for me to follow him to his almost office. Really it's a desk in a corner with a partition closing off a third side. Still, it's a step up from the open bay of the newsroom. It's also four real doors down from Craig's office.

"What's up," I asked, settling into the folding chair Dalton kept along one wall.

His gaze skipped around before reaching on my face, his cheeks lightly colored. "Have you seen all the comments on your feature?"

I tried to remain nonchalant. Truth was, I had re-read every single comment at least once and saved several more to file. Less than twenty-four hours after it went live, it was the most commented on article for the online version of the paper in over a year. After the first two hundred comments poured in, someone in the advertising department woke the webmaster with the order to split the story into twice as many pages and fill the remaining space with more ads.

"Yeah, pretty good response." I shifted against the hard metal of the chair, less than all of my ample bottom confined to its surface. The feature was climbing toward two thousand responses before the meeting started and all I had to show for it so far was a single
Delicious!

"National may pick it up." He dropped his gaze to a manila folder on his desk, his thumb flicking at one corner. "I didn't want anyone at the meeting getting jealous, but I think this will be a perfect follow-up if you can snag an interview with the club owner."

He handed me the folder, his gaze off to the right of my shoulder. I flattened my mouth before I could smirk. Unbeknownst to me before my session with Craig at the parlor, my blue blouse had super powers. Men -- at least some of them -- couldn't look at me when I wore it.

Although Dalton succumbing to its power kind of creeped me out.

Flipping the folder open, I read a copy of a build permit request. I shuffled that page to the back of the stack and looked at the LLC Articles of Organization for the company making the request.

"So," I coughed. "Someone wants to build a bigger bondage club on the South Bay Shoreline?"

"Yeah. You know anything about that?"

The way his voice caught at the end of the question, I didn't think he was asking me about South Bay. I flicked my gaze from the papers to Dalton's face. He had turned a brighter pink, a thin film of perspiration building on his top lip.

I resisted the urge to look down at his lap knowing no amount of brain bleach would cleanse me if I spotted an erection. Swallowing down my need to puke, I shook my head. "No. Are we talking another potential feature article?"

"Exactly." Smiling, he leaned closer, his elbows on his knees, his fingers jumping like a spastic spider a few inches from the hem of my skirt. "Strike while the iron is hot -- if you can get the owner to grant an interview."

"Cool." I scanned the LLC paperwork for the resident agent's name while I tried not to shrink from the dancing spiders. "I'll get started right away."

Dalton smiled then his attention jerked left and his lips rolled inward. "Hey, Craig, I was just telling Val about national picking up her feature."