Furever: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (4 page)

“It’s instinct. We just know. And besides, we can smell that you are the one.”

I knew how lousy my instincts were when it came to picking a partner. How could I trust theirs were any better? And they said they could smell I was the one?

I turned to leave. The sooner I had these two out of my sight the better. Yet as I started to make a hasty exit, I realized I couldn’t go. This was my place of business and my home. Where would I run too?

“I don’t know what you men are up too,” I cleared my throat, “but your tricks won’t work on me. You need to leave.”

“Alicia, what tricks? What do you mean?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Marco, you shouldn’t have kissed her. Look what you’ve done.”

“Alicia, please understand, we…”

“There is nothing to understand. I’m not interested.” I bit my tongue as I said the words. Not interested. Nothing could have been further from the truth. There was nothing I would have liked better than to wrap myself in Marco and Franco’s muscular arms and enjoy all the delights they had to offer.

“You don’t want us?” Franco asked, a sad longing in his voice.

“Leave,” I demanded.

Franco and Marco looked at each other and reluctantly started to go.

“Just so you know, Alicia,” Marco said as he turned the knob on the door, “we are not giving up on you. We feel an energy—a connection with you.”

As the men left, I picked up the tired, plush teddy with the hidden Mickey and squeezed it close to my body. How I longed for someone to love, to cherish, and hold tightly…but I couldn’t risk letting myself get hurt once again. I just couldn’t. And there were two of them—not just one, two. I couldn’t even handle one man. How would I even begin to handle two?

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the scrawny bear. He was no substitute for a real man. I glanced out the window. The two of them were walking away, their heads hanging down and their shoulders slumped.

So…maybe we would all be together for just one night. I wanted—no needed—to be touched so bad. If I hardened my heart and just enjoyed the sexual pleasure we could give one another and did not get emotionally attached, then maybe…

“Franco, Marco!” I called out. “Wait!”

“Come back, please?”

Franco and Marco were opening their car doors, but when they heard me call out they were quick to rejoin me in my office.

“I…I want you both to stay. I have needs and desires, and so long as we all understand this is purely a physical relationship I…”

“We want more than just a physical relationship, Alicia,” Marco said softly, “we want you.”

“Yes, we feel strongly that you are the one for us. We just know it.”

“Right,” I murmured.  Of course I really didn’t believe them, but it was a nice temporary fantasy. “Let’s just enjoy one another for right now.”

Marco nodded. “We can do that, and in time, hopefully you will open your heart to us.”

“Well how do we…” The prospect of being with these two hunky men at one time excited me but also made me nervous. How was it possible to be with two men at one time? What if they didn’t like me naked? I had no idea what to do. Dozens of questions ran through my head.

Franco must have sensed my nerves. “Come here,” he said. He pulled me towards his body, enveloping me in his muscular arms.

It felt so natural to be wrapped close to his body. He made me feel small and tender, yet powerful and strong at the same time. I couldn’t imagine anything that felt better. And yet, when Marco came up behind and wrapped his arms around me, the warmth and desire was even more intense.

“Can we go to your room, Alicia?” Marco growled huskily.

I nodded. Marco took one of my hands and Franco took the other. My stomach was doing flip flops as I led the two men through my office and up the stairs to my bedroom. I had never had a man in my bedroom, not even Steve Carlson, and I felt a momentary flash of embarrassment as they looked around my space.

My room was decorated in roses and lace. Wicker baskets boasting soft linens, accessories, and other items dotted the room. On the wall hung posters of some of the most romantic couples of all time: Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Marc Antony,
and
Lancelot and Guinevere
. It was very girly girl for sure. In the middle of the room there was a double bed. Big enough for me, but a little tight for me and two burly weremen—ok a lot tight, but it would have to do.

“You are quite the romantic one, aren’t you?” Marco grinned as his eyes took in the posters, roses, lace, and wicker.

“Do you believe there is one true love for everyone?” Franco asked, his face serious as he searched my eyes for the answer.

“Well, I believe that everyone can find true love.” But as I said the words, I wondered if I really believed them. After what Steve had done I had been so hurt I was sure I would never find genuine love. And yet here I was, saying that I thought everyone could find a soulmate.

Franco pulled me towards him. “Ever since we saw you, Marco and I well…we felt this connection—both of us. We feel—know—that you are the one for us.”

“Yes we do,” Marco responded huskily, “in every way.” He moved behind me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

Were they feeding me a line? I wasn’t sure, but for now it was nice to enjoy the fantasy of it. And one thing I was sure of was that my desire for these two weremen was through the roof. Butterflies were flitting through my tummy and my panties were moist. I was going to enjoy them as much as I could for as long as possible.

Marco started nuzzling my neck while Franco found my lips. Franco’s tongue probed and teased, and I slid my arms around his neck, nibbling on his tongue and lips. My heart was beating wildly. I couldn’t believe I was in my bedroom with these two sexy hunks about to make love.

I started to roam my hands down Franco’s sexy body but he stopped me. “Baby doll, I love feeling your hands on me, and I know Marco feels the same way.”

“You got that right,” Marco grunted.

“But right now, we just want to pleasure you. Just relax and think beautiful thoughts in that gorgeous head of yours and let us take care of you,” Franco traced his finger lightly along my waist, “and every curve of your sexy body.”

Wow, what do you say to that? As much as I wanted to play with the men, the idea of them tending to my every need was exciting. I was so used to men expecting me to cater to their every need sexually. I wasn’t used to being on the receiving end.

Sliding his hands along the curve of my waist and down the small of my back, Marco palmed my ass cheeks through my jeans, kneading them.

“You’re so sexy, Alicia, and your ass is so fine. I can’t wait to feel your bare cheeks in my hands.”

Franco lowered his lips to my décolletage. My breasts were spilling out of my top and I could feel my nipples growing tight. I wanted him to touch them so bad. As if he could read my thoughts, Franco reached for the bottom of my shirt. “Alicia, I’m going to pull this off of you, if that’s alright with you?”

“Yes, yes…” I moaned, arching my neck. My skin was so sensitive, and the combination of Marco’s warm breath on my neck and his hands on my butt cheeks, while Franco’s lips played with the tender skin near my breasts was driving me crazy.

I was glad that though my red shirt and jeans weren’t the greatest I did have on a pretty underwear set. The set had a bra with cream colored lace along with matching bikini panties. I always wore bikinis because if I gained weight my tummy would pooch over the elastic band but they would still fit.

Franco pulled my red shirt off, slowly savoring the moment. The look of lust in his eyes excited me. “Wow! You’re so sexy and beautiful.”

I felt myself blush at the compliment and his raw desire. I’d always felt uncomfortable about my size, especially in the past few months when I’d tried to eat my feelings about Steve. But he really seemed to mean it.

As Marco unclasped my lacy bra from the back, Franco slid the nylon straps off my shoulders, releasing my breasts from confinement. I could see the look of pleasure in Franco’s eyes as he gazed at them.

“You’re gorgeous.” He tweaked the nipples between his fingers and lowered his mouth to them. Cupping them in his big hands, he sucked and nibbled noisily, his enjoyment obvious.

From behind me, I heard Marco murmur, “Mmm, I want that ass of yours.”

I swallowed hard as I felt his hand inch from behind to the front of my pants, pulling at the metal zipper on my jeans. “I want to feel every bit of your delicious ass cheeks naked in my hands.” He pulled my jeans down and I couldn’t help but jut my butt out in his direction as he fondled the cheeks.

“Oh God. So delicious! Your ass is so sweet. But let’s get these panties off of you so I can
really
feel you.” He pulled down my panties and I was embarrassed by how moist they must have felt to his touch.

When my panties were half way down my legs, he paused and let out a sigh.

I had been feeling so good, but then this made me feel nervous and awkward. What was he thinking? Did he still want me? Had he changed his mind? “What is it?” I prayed that my generously sized ass had not turned him off.

“Alicia, your butt is so soft and perfect,” he said throatily. Marco got down on his knees and started to knead my cheeks again, rubbing his face against my bare bottom.

I let out a sigh of relief. Closing my eyes, I focused on the pleasure I was receiving from these two.

The touch of Franco’s hands and lips on my breasts sent a flood of sensations swirling throughout my body. I moaned as he noisily slurped my nipples.

“Your titties are so tasty,” Franco said, “but I need more. I am going to play with your pussy. Is that all right with you?”

“Oooh,” I moaned softly.

“I can’t hear you,” Franco said, teasing me. “Did you say no?”

“No… I mean yes…”

Franco grinned. “Tell me you want me to play with your pussy.”

“I…I want you to play with my pussy.”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby doll,” Franco moaned throatily, “because I can’t wait to feel and lick your wet, juicy pussy.”

“And I,” Marco said firmly, “need to lick your ass.”

God, what were these two doing to me. Just listening to them talk was driving me crazy.

As I stood there enjoying the feel of their roaming hands and wet lips, goose bumps rose on my skin. Suddenly, I realized I was totally naked and they were fully clothed.

I cleared my throat. “Franco, Marco…your clothes?”

Marco grinned. “You want us to strip?”

Oh God, yes. I’d lost my voice, and all I could do was nod.

The men wasted no time yanking off their shirts and pants. In minutes, they were down to their silk boxers. I was treated to their glistening, muscular bodies; ripped abs, bulging biceps, powerful chests—they both looked so handsome and fit.

And their scent—I could smell the rich aroma of their musky animal mixed in with the light woodsy cologne they both wore. I wanted to bury my head deep in their chests and inhale them.

They were almost finished getting undressed. I gasped, swallowing hard as they finished sliding off their boxers. Their throbbing cocks were hard and erect—and enormous!

I felt intimidated by the sheer size of their huge shafts, but it was exciting too. I could just imagine those beautiful men pressing against me with their tools inside me—deep inside of me. “Mmm.” Just thinking of that made me cream.

“So, where were we?” Marco asked as he slid behind me, pulling my wide hips back towards his cock. “Your sweet body feels so right next to mine, and I know Franco feels the same. See how well we fit together?” He pressed his cock closely to my butt, grinding lightly against me.

“She fits perfectly with us everywhere,” Franco said, “but I know where I want to be right now.” He pushed back a strand of dark hair that had fallen into his eyes and got down on his knees. Slowly, he ran his tongue from my belly button down to the top of my pussy. “You’re so delicious, Alicia, and I want to taste more of you. Let’s get you more comfortable,” he added, “I need better access.”

Franco got up, and in one motion scooped me into his big arms and carried me to the bed.  He laid me on the mattress, my legs dangling down over the side of the bed. I felt self-conscious splayed on the sheets. My chubby thighs had to look fatter as they hung down pressed against the bed. My naturally big breasts were going in different directions, and I didn’t want to look, but I knew my tummy bulged out.

I glanced furtively at Marco and Franco. What were they thinking of me—of my body?

But as I looked at them I didn’t see any negative judgment. Both men’s blue eyes were hazy with lust and desire…

And there was no doubt I wanted them. Right then, I decided to just let myself go totally. Sure, this was only a one-time thing, but there was no reason I couldn’t enjoy every moment of it. I wanted to feel both of these men deeply and completely, and I wanted them to feel me. It had been a long time since I’d felt true pleasure.

“Open those gorgeous legs of yours wide for me, baby doll,” Franco growled. He got down on his knees by the side of the bed in front of me.

As I spread my legs, he lifted them up, placing them over his shoulders. “This is so much better.”  He lowered his head and began sucking my thighs, his lips nibbling at the tender flesh. Watching this gorgeous man relish me was such a turn on.

Then Marco climbed on the bed and kissed me lightly. He grinned, flashing his dimples. “You’re so gorgeous.” His kisses sent butterflies soaring through my belly, and he moved his hands down to my breasts, stroking them. “I want to please you. Tell me what you would like me to do,” he whispered.

Was he kidding? This hot hunk really wanted to please me? I wasn’t used to guys who wanted to spend any time pleasuring me. It was always me giving to them. But having seen his yummy, hard cock, I knew that giving to him would give both of us pleasure. I had to have that tasty tool in my mouth—that’s what would please me now! Marco’s cock in my mouth and Franco’s tongue on my pussy—bliss. I licked my lips and tried not to appear too needy.

“I need to suck your cock. I want to taste it.”

Marco grinned. “If that’s what you want, I can’t deny you.”

He slid his beefy body over my face, his knees pressed on either side of me. Grabbing a plump pillow, he placed it under my head.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

I nodded. I grabbed hold of his shaft with both hands and pulled it in my mouth, sliding my lips over his hard dick. He was so thick and firm. I lifted up his cock so his balls dangled in my face and I circled them with my tongue. Pre-cum dribbled from his mushroom cap as I rimmed it and licked the length. I practically inhaled him, licking nosily. I couldn’t get enough of his delicious, beefy dick.

“God that feels so good,” he groaned. “Your mouth is so sexy. I love seeing those pretty lips of yours devour my cock.”

I moaned as I swallowed even more of his shaft.

Franco was moving his tongue closer to my pussy, inching along my thighs, but I couldn’t stand his teasing tongue anymore. I let go of one side of Marco’s cock and pushed Franco’s face deep into my folds. I needed him to lick every inch of that pussy. He was happy to satisfy my desires as he buried his head deep within my thighs. I could feel myself quivering as his tongue worked its magic.

“Stop,” Marco suddenly said, and climbed off of me.

Why did he want me to stop? In a flash, old insecurities rose in me.

“You’re going to make me blow my wad. I don’t want to come yet,” Marco growled, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at Franco. He was blissfully licking my pussy; eyes closed, his face filled with pleasure. God, these two made me feel so hot. Maybe I was a big n’ curvy girl with a few extra pounds, but Franco and Marco made me feel like I was the hottest thing on the planet. I was going to enjoy every minute of my time with them.

Marco was on his side next to me. He ran his fingers along my face, then moved his palms over my breasts, kneading them and pinching the nipples. A shudder ran through me. Between his fingers and Franco’s probing tongue, I was in heaven.

I closed my eyes, loving the sensation of Franco’s tongue on my dripping pussy. He was driving me wild. He had licked up and down my slit and was now busy nibbling on my swollen clit.

“It feels so good!” I cried out.

I pushed my hands deep into the mattress, clawing at it. The sensations running through my body were electrifying, and I knew soon I wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore.

Marco circled my nipples, his fingers pinching them. His cock was so engorged and a drip of pre-cum was beaded on the tip.

Franco sucked and licked hungrily, pushing my pussy lips open wide so he could eat every morsel. I wrapped my legs tighter around his neck so his tongue could plunge even deeper. I could feel my pussy tighten and swell, and I could hear my heart beat in my ears.

“I need to fuck you now,” Franco demanded, pulling his mouth from my needy pussy. His mouth glimmered with my juices.

“Oh God, yes..!”

He stood up and started to move my legs onto the bed to fuck me, but I was not having it. I wanted him deep inside of me—as deep as he could be.

“Like this, fuck me like this!” I cried out. I tried to scissor grab his neck with my feet, throwing my legs above his head. I wanted him to plow deep into me.

“Oh yeah, baby doll. I love seeing how much you want it.”

He helped wrap my feet around his neck, and guided his penis between my legs, thrusting into me—just a little at first, then more. Soon, I had his full girth in inside me. Even though I had seen how huge his cock was, I was not prepared for the sheer size of it. His cock was so big, it filled me up, pinning me to the bed. He growled as he leaned forward. “You’re so fucking wet,” he cried as he thrust in and out. “Your cunt feels so good.”

He was pumping me hard, his giant dick thrusting as far as it could inside of me.

Then, Marco fisted his shaft and straddled my face again, plunging his cock inside my eager mouth. I grabbed his dick with one hand, working it in and out of my lips, and dug my nails into his broad back with the other.

Franco was relentless, fucking me and rubbing the sides of my legs as I devoured Marco’s cock. I dug my fingers harder into his skin to help with the extreme tension building in my body that was so eager for a release.

“You feel so good,” Franco said. He moved a firm, probing hand to my clit and rubbed the nub as he thrust into me again.

A flush rushed over my skin...this pleasure was so intense.

“Mmmm.” Low, guttural moans escaped my lips as I tried to slow my breaths.

“Oh baby…baby!” Marco cried out.

The room was filled with guttural moans and the smell of sweat intermingled with our love juices.

“I’m coming,” Marco groaned. His dick erupted and creamy white sperm spurt over my face. I hungrily licked every drop and lapped at his balls. Then, a relaxed, peaceful look on his face, he settled next to me, stroking my face gently.

His gentle strokes were in contrast to Franco, who was pounding me into the bed. I could feel every stroke of his cock thrusting into me, his balls bouncing into my skin. His thumb worked on my clit and I knew I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to explode!” The tension in my body reached a peak and had to release. I screamed as I bucked under him, my sensitive tissue exploding in orgasm. Tremors rushed through my body and I tried to slow my breathing as spasms ripped through me.

Franco thrust into me one more time. “Fuck! You are so fucking good Alicia!” His face twisted in an ecstasy of pleasure as he came, deep inside of me.