Island Curves (A BBW Romance) (4 page)

“Yeah. That’s what it is.”

He seemed relieved that I’d found the answer.
Had I? He kissed me, but it was more like he ate my mouth. He
sucked on my lower lip and then drove his tongue in almost
ruthlessly, mine meeting it just as aggressively. I was nearly
crushed within the heated strength of his arms,
drowning…willingly.

When at last we parted, he murmured, “I want
you, Marissa.”

I glanced at his anatomy and shivered. I’d
never desired anything more in my life. I reached for it.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

His hands were on my breasts, squeezing
gently; the massage was just what I needed to quench the dull ache
in my boobs. A nipple was caught between his fingers. His member
was in my hands, the musky scent teasing me, daring me to taste
him.

“God, honey. Don’t stop touching me.”

I had never been with such an eager lover
before, and his naughty demands made the muscles in my womanhood
contract pleasurably. Bending over him, I gave the glossy tip a
lick, and he groaned.

“Oh, yeah, Marissa.” His head fell to the
sand. “More, honey. Do me more.”

I sucked him while, his groans drifted into
the jungle, the perfect accompaniment for the wild lust of nature.
His hands drifted to my head, mussing my hair. With each pull, my
anatomy flooded with sensation, the pressure began to build,
driving me nearly to distraction. I gagged on the length, the tip
hitting the back of my throat.

“Baby…oh, God…”

And then, I’d had enough. “Oh, I can’t stand
this!” I boldly straddled him, lowering onto the object that I
craved so desperately. “Oh, wow…oh…my…” It had been a long time
since I had sex, and he filled me completely. It was almost too
much.

His hands went to my hips. “Oh, Marissa.
God…take me.”

“You’re a naughty boy, David,” I purred.

“I am.”

His fingers sunk into the softness of my
hips; the extra weight that I wasn’t able to lose was in his hands.
My thighs were soft and slightly dimpled, but, at this moment, all
I could focus on was his magnificent erection, plunging deep inside
of me.

“Oohhh…David…”

“That’s it, baby. You got it.”

My ample breasts jiggled with the motion of
my hips, my nipples flying. “Ooohhh…”

“You’re so beautiful. Jesus Christ.”

“I..I’m fat.”

“No. You’re perfect.”

His praise had me softening towards him,
relaxing, and thoroughly enjoying the feel of him inside of me,
while the bulging nub of my clit rubbed against his pelvis.

“Does it feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped. I dug my fingertips into his
chest, kneading the expanse of flesh and muscle, as if he were
bread dough. “Oh, David.”

“I can feel you clenching around me.”

“I’m so close.”

“What do you need?”

“I…”

“Don’t be shy, Marissa. What do you
need?”

I hesitated a moment, worried about what he
would think of me, but then I didn’t care. “Can you take me from
behind?”

A saucy grin split his face. “I’d love
to.”

I lifted from him, dripping with our combined
juices. Getting on my hands and knees, I offered up my ample
assets, waiting for him to take me. His hands were on my hips; then
he smacked my cheek.

“Ouch!”

“You’re a naughty girl, Marissa.”

“Please don’t tease me.”

He slid inside with one push. “Oh, man…”

I couldn’t wait to get pounded to oblivion.
“I’m so close.” I’d missed having sex these last few months, nearly
forgetting how much I enjoyed it. “Oh, God, yes, David!” He drove
home with each thrust, knocking against my cervix, which
exacerbated the sensations.

“You feel so nice, babe.”

I gasped, as ecstasy tumbled towards me,
heady and out of control. My orgasms were always incredibly
intense, even when I was alone with my dildo. I’d tried to temper
my reactions over the years, but I had never been able to do it. As
I throbbed and shuddered, my sex clenched around him, and a scream
tore from my lungs.

“DAVID!”

“That’s it, baby. Oh, yeah…”

He drove into me, stiffening, his silken
wetness dousing me thoroughly. Together we rode out the storm, one
spasm at a time, until he softened and fell free. Fluid dripped
down my inner thighs.

I fell stomach first into the sand and
gasped. “Wow.”

He lay beside me, touching my back. “You’re a
bit of a screamer. I like it.”

Embarrassment had me closing my eyes. “Oh,
no. The entire camp probably heard that.”

“No doubt,” he chuckled.

A mosquito buzzed near my ear. “We’re being
eaten alive.” Sand had found its way into delicate, private areas
it had no business being in. “I gotta wash off.”

“I’ll join you.”

He held my hand, leading me to the ocean. The
water was as dark as the sky, yet the currents were gentle. He
grabbed me, and we floated together, while the waves buoyed us. I
wrapped my legs around his midsection, clinging to him. We remained
joined quietly for long minutes in this embrace. I pressed my face
into his neck, inhaling the naturalness of his skin.

“Aren’t sharks more prevalent at night?”

He laughed, “Maybe.”

“Let’s get out soon. I’m scared. I don’t like
dark water.”

“That’s fine with me, sweetheart.”

I disengaged myself reluctantly and swam away
from him. I shivered in the slight chill, my feet sinking into soft
sand. It was freeing being naked in paradise at night, because I
didn’t have to worry about being seen. I stood drying off
naturally, before putting my clothes on.

David had come up behind me. “Marissa?”

“Yeah?”

“Look, we gotta keep what happened between
us, okay?”

I turned to look at him, struck again by how
handsome he was. “What do you mean?”

“I’m in an alliance with the guys. I gave
them my word.”

An unpleasant notion entered my
consciousness. “Do you think I slept with you to further my
game?”

“No, but…I could get shit for this, you know?
And, we need to avoid each other in front of the cameras.”

My hands were on my hips. “Well, we wouldn’t
want the girlfriend back home to find out about this, huh?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Wife?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Been busy.”

Or he was commitment phobic. “Whatever,
David. If you want this to be a secret, fine.”

“Shit, now you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Yes you are.”

I thrust my arms through the sleeves of the
jacket. “It’s late. I’m beat.” I headed for the camp, but he was
hot on my heels.

“Look, if we met somewhere else, under
different circumstances, I would’ve asked you out. It’s just…it’s
the game. I’m trying to keep my head on straight. I wanna win. I
hate to lose.”

“Whatever.”

“Didn’t you come here to win? I heard you
talking about your little girl. Don’t you want to win for her?”

I stopped walking. “I do, but I’m realistic.
I’m here for the Per Diem, really. I never thought I’d go to the
end.”

“I gotta win.”

“Good for you.”

“Shit. You’re pissed.”

“What do you care? It’s a game remember?”
Anger was about to get the better of me and there was nothing I
could do to stop it. Why did he have to ruin a magical experience?
“Don’t expect a repeat of what just happened, okay? That was…a huge
mistake.” I began walking.

“It sure was.”

Fuck you, asshole!
I stomped off
towards camp, observing the others sleeping. I got on the makeshift
platform and tried to find a comfortable position, but the wood dug
into my back. David was suddenly near. Strong hands surrounded me,
which I protested against.

“Stop!”

“Come here.”

“No.”

“Quit squirming,” he whispered. “Go to
sleep.”

The other contestants were out for the count,
and, as I rolled into the security of his arms, pressing my face
against the steely expanse of his chest, I sighed. I was entirely
too weak where David was concerned, but it was comfortable being
near him. He offered a buffer to the hardness of the planks beneath
me. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, until a noisy, barking
bird woke me the next morning.

David had left the shelter early, as had
several other people. I sat up eyeing the ocean, while the grey
light of morning began to fade. A while later, I encountered Loren
at the fire pit, after the men had left camp to go fishing. “Hi.” A
camera guy stood nearby, pointing his lens right at me. I looked
like death in the morning.
Great
.

She smiled broadly, yet bleary-eyed. “Good
morning to you.”

“Ugh.”

“Did you sleep well?”

I’d slept surprisingly well, and, if it
wasn’t for the stiff muscle in my neck, I would have felt perfect.
“Yeah.”

“What happened to your lip?”

“Huh?” I touched my plump lower lip, feeling
a gigantic swelling. “What does it look like?”

“Purple.”

“Shit.” David had sucked on it last night,
bruising me.

She laughed, “Honey, we heard what was goin’
on. You weren’t exactly quiet.”

This was mortifying. “God.” I held my face in
my hands.

“I’m not surprised. I’ve seen the way he
looks at you.”

“He’s a little prick.”

“That small, huh?”

“No, I mean, that was…fine…but personality
wise. Ugh.”

She nodded. “Yeah.” Her eyes sparkled
knowingly. “You’re just gonna love to hate him, aren’t you?”

“He’s only interested in winning the stupid
game. I’m not…doing that with him again. It was a mistake.” I
itched my leg, feeling fresh mosquito bites.

“Hey, Marissa,” called Susan. “Did you sleep
well?” She exchanged a glance with Loren. “It was kinda hot in the
jungle last night. Wasn’t it?”

Oh, God
. I had to use the bathroom.
“I’m outta here, guys.”

“Aw, come on. Tell us about it. It sounded
like a hell of a time.”

I cringed. “I gotta pee.” I walked away, the
camera guy following. “You gonna video this?” I knew he couldn’t
answer me. “Golden showers in the jungle?” I stepped around a palm
tree, separating myself from the prying eye of the camera lens.

During the next few days, we settled into a
routine, which consisted of scrounging the jungle and the ocean for
food to feed our starving bellies and surviving the strenuous
challenges, which seemed to get worse with each passing day. By
some miracle, I had eluded the bottom two for three days in a row,
thereby not being up for the vote at Panel. I’d come close to
losing today during an endurance test, where we had been forced to
perch on a wooden pole on tiny footholds. I’d managed to hang on
long enough, Doug falling off before me, thereby joining Wayne in
the final two. Doug had been voted out.

I ached everywhere now, and, as I sat next to
Loren before the fire, I stared at David, who had won the challenge
today, thereby obtaining another tarp, a hammock, and pillows. Our
sleeping arrangements had improved dramatically. The only problem
was, that I lusted after him horribly, even with his scruffy beard
and my prickly legs. We were becoming a sorry lot, hairy and
disgusting, not having had a proper shower or a toothbrush in days.
Loren and I picked at our teeth with sticks, while lamenting how
smelly we were.

Ashley handed me a mango. “Thanks.”

“We should play spin the bottle or somethin’.
I’m bored,” she said.

Along with the tarp and pillows, David had
scored a basket of wine and cheese. The booze hadn’t lasted ten
minutes. We’d gotten drunk off a small portion of alcohol, the
effects already worn off. Two cameramen loitered nearby, waiting
for something remotely interesting to happen.

Ashley placed the bottle in the sand. “Okay,
I’ll go first. Whoever this lands on has to strip naked and run
into the water. All right?” This announcement was met with the
sudden flashing of the little red lights on the cameras.

“I’m game,” said Chris. “Go ahead. Spin that
thing.”

“I will.” Ashley beamed, her skinny little
body on full display in her miniscule bikini. “Here goes.” She
rotated the bottle, and it came to rest on Beth. “You…have to run
naked into the ocean.”

“Aw, shit. Do I, really?”

“Rules of the game, honey,” said Chuck. “Go
scare the fish.”

“Dangit.” She stepped out of her shorts,
revealing bikini bottoms. Then she lowered them and discarded her
shirt and bikini top. She held an arm over her small breasts and a
hand over her crotch. “You guys suck.” She ran off towards the
water and flung herself in. She came back dripping wet and
shivering. “Ugh.”

David stared at me, and my tummy tingled. I
slept next to him every night, feeling his manhood pressing against
my bottom, urgent and needy. I refused to give into him again. I
wasn’t going to be pretty boy’s little slut, although I craved
it.

The bottle landed on Emma. “Emma, truth or
dare.”

“Truth.”

“Did you throw the ring toss competition
yesterday?” asked Susan. “Come on. Be honest.”

“No.”

“For real?”

“For real. I swear. I sucked at that.”

Susan looked doubtful. “Okay. Your turn.”

Emma spun the bottle, which landed on David.
Her face lit up. “Oh, goody. Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

She smacked her hands together gleefully.
“You…” she glanced at me…“have to kiss Marissa for a full
minute.”

His expression was peculiarly blank.

“And we’ll be counting, slowly. We need to
see tongue and everything.”

My stomach fluttered distractingly, while my
panties dampened with arousal. Loren glanced at me. I met her
stare, trying to hide a smile. I anticipated this like an overeager
teenager. I’d been trying to forget how wonderful it felt being in
his arms, the smell of his skin, and the feel of his lips on me,
but I couldn’t, not for a minute.