Must Love Curves (Six Wicked Shorts)

by Wick, Christa

  I nodded. "Please."

  Jack sighed and then disappeared into his bedroom to emerge a minute later in loose running pants, his chest and feet still bare. He left the bedroom door open, revealing a king-size bed covered with a dark brown shantung duvet. I could picture him wrapped in it, his skin infused with a bronze glow.

  "You're staring awfully hard at my bed, Ursula." His smile trailing after him, he walked into the kitchen.

  He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of wine and glasses. Another trip into the kitchen and he came out with a tray loaded with two plates, salad and toasted garlic bread straight from the oven.

  The food smelled divine and I drifted over to the low table he had surrounded with cushions. I went down on my knees and carefully positioned the hem of the dress before I sat. Jack had spooned the shrimp and sauce over ziti. Spearing a noodle with a fork, he offered me a bite. Spicy. Delicious. I let the flavor spill over my tongue before I swallowed.

  "You're really good at his."

  "Cooking?" He smiled. "I know."

  I shook my head. "Seducing women."

  Jack looked away, his third blush of the day coloring his cheeks. "I don't know, baby. I never tried before."

  Only because he didn't have to, not with the way he looked. Half the women I knew would walk over their best friends in running spikes for a night with Jack. More than one female visitor to my home had inquired after his availability.

  I told every last one of them that he had a boyfriend.

  "You're grinning again." He broke off a piece of bread and offered it to me. "That's got to be good, right?"

  I gave a noncommittal lift of one shoulder and bit into the bread. I glanced at the clock. Ninety minutes and I could put the day and the bet behind me. Jack touched a fingertip to my chin and pulled my gaze back to him. He pushed a wine glass towards me, lifted the bottle and filled it. I took a sip, followed by a forkful of salad and another glance at the clock.

  "Baby, you're just reminding me how little time I have left to convince you to stay the night." Moving closer, he brushed his fingers along my shoulder, pushing my hair out of the way so his hand could curl around the back of my neck.

  He moved in to kiss me and I brought the wine glass to my lips. I took a slow, long drink knowing I had ninety minutes of stalling to get through.

  Hooking a finger beneath one of the dress's thin shoulder straps, Jack pulled it to the side. His head angled down, his lips brushed the edge of my collarbone. His other hand gently cupped my breast, his touch fragile as it explored the curve of my flesh.

  Closing his eyes, Jack buried his face against my neck. Sightless, he reached around me and pulled the other strap down.

  I didn't have the will power to fix the dress. I just blinked at him, my breathing becoming jagged as he stroked my back, his fingers tracing the line of the concealed zipper.

  "Aren't you going to eat?" My hands were shaking as badly as my voice, the wine sloshing in the glass to spill a few drops on my exposed thigh.

  He nodded slowly, his hand following the hem of the dress to dip one finger in the wine on my leg. He brought the finger to his mouth and licked its tip. His hand descended to my lap again. He pushed the dress higher along thighs, his fingers smearing the wine in a line up to my panties.

  "Jack...no..." Trying to put distance between our bodies, I slid off the cushion.

  He moved with me, lowering himself onto his stomach, his tongue curling along my flesh to lick the rest of the wine from it. My back brushed against the side chair's ottoman, leaving me no avenue of retreat. He pushed the ottoman out of the way, his other hand on my chest as he slowly forced me down until my back was flat against the floor.

  "No, really?" He massaged my hip, his body half covering mine. He kissed the side of my face and again along my temple. "Why?"

  I shook my head. I couldn't explain it. My body wanted him. I was starting to move with him, my hips lifting. Why say no? I didn't want a one night stand. I didn't want to be like those women he slept with one night then flirted with someone new the next day.

  "It's just not a good idea -- we have to live next door to one another."

  He stopped kissing me long enough to quirk a confused brow. "Ursula, you sleep in my bed, you won't be living a house away ever again."

  I closed my eyes, ignoring what he'd just implied. "See what I mean? You want to move already."

  Jack growled. He peeled the rest of the bodice down my torso, exposing my breasts. He held them with both hands, gently toying with them, squeezing and pulling. "So beautiful."

  He sucked at my nipple, twisting it with his lips before covering it completely. His mouth was warm, slick with saliva. Reaching under me, he unzipped the dress. Rising up on his arms, his hips pressed against mine, he gazed down at me. "I mean it. You're not going home."

  I looked away, not ready to relent. I'd thought his patience all these months was indifference, that he hadn't cared one way or another whether I accepted his invitations. Looking at him now, he was anything but indifferent. His pupils had expanded to all but eclipse his irises, his cheeks were flushed, his nostrils flared. Peeking out at me from the waistband on his pants was a full blown erection, the top curve of his aroused cock fighting against its elastic restraint as a translucent pearl of cream sparkled in its slit.

  "Baby, you're killing me." He lowered his weight until he was close enough to kiss me, his lips and tongue taking command of my mouth. "I want you naked, open, riding my cock with that sweet pussy."

  I peeled my lips back, screwed my eyes shut and turned my head away from the kiss. Every inch of my body ached -- hard contractions of need twisted my cunt, my nipples were tight and swollen. My chest ached most of all, its center hollowed with fear.

  What if I gave in but he really was just playing me?

  "Baby, tell me what you're thinking."

  I shook my head. I could feel tears leaking from my closed eyes. I opened them, looked at the clock. An exasperated growl vibrated low in his chest. He moved down my body.

  Having danced near it half the day with his hands, Jack pressed his lips against my mound, the barely there panties still separating us. Grabbing my hips, he rubbed his mouth up and down, the fabric sucked against his lips and nose whenever he breathed in.

  I tried to grip his head, push him away but he wrapped his fingers around my wrists and held my hands down at my sides. He took small, painless bites at my flesh, my inner thighs, the plump, swollen labia. Using his teeth, he took hold of the top band of the panties and stripped them down over my mound.

  "Jack -- it's sunset. Let me go..."

  He cast his gaze up, his hard glare reminding me the bet didn't end with the sun going down. That was when he took his first slurping, sucking lick of my clit.

  "J-jack..."

  He shook his head, his mouth still suctioned to my pussy. Another lick and then another before he took a relentless hold on the small dangle of flesh, his tongue curling up under the hood to delicately manipulate the small pearl within.

  I struggled against him, tried to roll onto my side, to clamp my thighs and force him away. I fought until my wrists went slack and my arms and thighs started trembling. He knew he had me then -- that I was mere seconds from complete surrender.

  Jack groaned. His hands grabbed my hips, tugged me closer while his mouth pressed hard against my pussy. I answered with a whimper and the slow curling of my fingers in his hair.

  Emboldened, he moved one hand between my thighs, the tips of his fingers lightly stroking the folds of my labia. I lifted my hips, gave a short, swiveling thrust as I moaned my approval. With two fingers, he parted my lower lips, a third dipping down around the opening to my cunt.

  Gaze clouded, he looked up at me, watching my reaction as he pushed first one, then two, fingers into me. My pelvis started to vibrate, the day's layers of tension quaking like loose sand over an ancient, dried lake bed. I tightened my grip on his hair, my pussy tingling as the skin on my clit
grew impossibly taut.

  Three fingers wide, he buried them down to his base knuckle, gently twisting and flexing inside me.

  "Jack..." I nodded, unable to draw in another breath and tell him I was coming. He stroked harder, deeper, his mouth rougher against my clit as the second wave of my climax slammed through me and raised my hips up off the floor.

  My ass lowered back to the ground in jagged convulsions, accompanied by deep moans torn from my throat. So fucking good and I didn't even have his cock in me.

  Yet.

  On his knees, Jack reached into his pants and pulled out a condom. Tearing the wrapper open with one hand, he pushed his pants down over his hips with the other. He rolled the condom on, the thick head and throbbing shaft disappearing beneath a semi-opaque latex. A few more fluid jerks of his legs and he was naked, his body poised over mine, his hips wedging my thighs apart.

  The dress was still knotted around my waist. He tugged it down my hips, along my thighs, where I assisted him by lifting my legs, my knees up by my stomach. Dropping the dress, he fastened his hands around my shins, spreading me wide.

  He caressed my outer thighs, gripped them and pulled me close. My hand between my legs, I trailed my fingers down the length of his cock. Long, thick, with a network of veins bulging beneath the condom. A shiver ran through him with each stroke of my hand.

  "Baby, let me in."

  I pushed against the shaft, guiding him down to the wet pulse of my cunt, my thighs flexing against his hips. He pushed into me, my pussy gripping and squeezing at his cock. Swollen, he was bigger than any man or toy I'd ever had inside me, his dick stretching me wider with each thrust.

  He lowered his body until he rested on me, his forearms flat against the floor to support most of his weight. His kisses started slowly, matching pace with his thrusts. In and out, a little moan shared between us each time he was fully seated inside me.

  "So very tight, baby."

  His lips traced the line of my jaw, his strokes elongating, pushing deeper, the flared head of his cock hooking and dragging along my cervix. I curled my arms around his shoulders, my nails lightly biting into his flesh as he hit my sweet spot over and over.

  "Jack--" My hips levitated off the floor, pushing into him, grinding.

  His tongue teased my mouth open, curling along the inside of my top lip and sucking it in. I bit at him, a gentle nip as he lodged his cock high up inside my cunt, sharp contractions rolling through me. He slipped one hand beneath my bottom, grabbing the flesh and cinching me to him.

  Jack took a sharp breath in, his muscles locking down with the first twitch of his cock in climax. I trembled beneath him, my eyes rolling back in extreme pleasure, little pants of air leaving me as the sweet sensations became too intense to control. He groaned, another twitch filling the condom with his release.

  "Ursula, baby." He lowered me back to the floor, kissing my throat as his hands massaged all along my body. "Sweet, sweet, Ursula. I can't believe I'm holding you, kissing you."

  I blinked back tears, trying not to squeeze him to me. I bit at my lip to stop the quiver that threatened.

  Laughing, Jack shook his head at me. "Baby, you better not be thinking about looking at that clock. I was serious about not letting you go once I had you."

  I frowned and he offered another one of his soft growls. "Why do you still think I'm playing you?"

  I didn't want to accuse him of lying. I'd already called him a flirt and a player and, the way my month was going, I probably was wrong. My shoulders made a little upward dip as I returned to chewing at the inside of my mouth. "All those women in and out of your house--"

  "You mean my sisters?" He was grinning with his whole face, those deep brown eyes crinkling at the corners, his mouth a squiggle that quirked at the edges as he tried to contain his amusement.

  I scrunched my nose at him. "C'mon, Jack. Overnight bags, sneaking out before the crack of dawn. One of them even has a key."

  He rolled his eyes and then he kissed my collarbone. "Yeah, I mean who gives their family a key to their house? Especially when one of them is a stewardess who doesn't keep a place of her own?"

  I blinked, mentally retreating as doubt crept in. "Why did the blonde glare that time you waved at me."

  He laughed, shaking his head. "Camille is nearsighted and won't admit it. Baby, really, you thought I was sleeping with them?"

  I closed my eyes, blushing. "Yes."

  "And now?"

  I gave a slight shrug. "I guess not."

  "Fine." He rose up onto his knees, capturing both of my hands and standing. "What's the weather next week?"

  He was leading me into his bedroom and I gave his shoulder a soft slug. "Stop teasing, Jack."

  "I won the bet, baby, I don't have to." He took a quick side trip into the bathroom and then guided me onto the bed. "Seriously, rain or sun?"

  I let him slide into bed next to me and draw the duvet across our naked bodies before I answered. "There's no way I'm going to wager that far out -- and what do you expect if I lose?"

  He draped an arm and one leg over me, his face nuzzling my throat, his answer sealing the bet. "Dinner -- with my entire family."

  Spanked by the Vet

  Stepping into the apartment of my long-time crush Cayce Gerard, I slipped my three-inch heels from my aching feet and glared at him as I tried to catch my breath. As much energy as I had expended climbing three flights of stairs, I could have almost walked home if he hadn't insisted on driving me. Of course, the trek up the stairs wouldn't have been necessary if my now ex-boyfriend Howard hadn't dumped a bucket of ice water over Cayce's head, necessitating a change of clothes.

  Catching my hard stare, Cayce wrinkled his nose. "I don't need you shooting daggers at me, little girl."

  Little girl!

  I suppressed a snarl. If my body was anything approaching petite, I wouldn't have been dating a jerk like Howard.

  I wrinkled my nose right back at Cayce before looking away and pretending an interest in the few pieces of furniture that filled his combination living/dining room. I had visited the apartment just once before, a little more than a year ago. It had been a dark time in my life. Remembering that day, a knot formed in my throat so thick I almost choked swallowing it down.

  Serving as a delivery girl, I had brought Cayce a contract for the transfer of my dying father's animal clinic. Cayce was buying it, which seemed appropriate since he had worked at the clinic all through high school and college and again, as a vet, for two years after he finished graduate school and got his license. Daddy had loved those last two years, working side by side with Cayce.

  Rolling my lips inward, I closed my eyes. The evening had already been painful enough without thinking about daddy passing and how lonely the last year had been.

  I missed my father more than anything, but I missed Cayce, too. He had pretty much disappeared from my life after the funeral. Once a month, I got a small check from his account signed by his bookkeeper. The payments under his contract with daddy were based on a percent of profits. Judging by the checks, either a narrow definition applied to profits or things weren't going too well at the clinic.

  So now I had no living relatives, a crappy job, very little money, and, after the scene in the restaurant, no boyfriend.

  I shook my head, trying not to think about Howard and the fiasco of the last few hours. The night had started out as a celebration -- one I mistakenly thought included a proposal and an engagement ring. Howard had taken me to Uchi's, after all. Everybody who is anybody in Austin knows that all the single, middle-aged rich guys go to Uchi's to get laid or woo their future brides.

  It's not like I'm delusional, just a little naïve, I guess. Howard really did have a proposal in mind. It even came with a diamond ring. Smaller, I imagine, than the one his wife wears.

  Yeah -- Howard has a wife. He wanted to fly me to Saint Martin for a weekend "commitment" ceremony. He'd taken me to Uchi to offer me the grand honor of becoming his mistress, which
is three letters too many for what he really meant. I told him no, of course, I wouldn't do that to myself or another woman. I don't care who she is or who the guy is.

  I should have slapped Howard and walked out, but I was embarrassed as hell to discover I had slept with a married man. I wanted to quietly slip away and nurse my wounded pride. But every time I stood to go, Howard grabbed my arm, poured himself more champagne and continued trying to sell me on the idea.

  When I finally asked the waitress to call a cab, Howard became belligerent.

  "What's the big deal, baby?" Finishing off the last drop of an expensive magnum of Bollinger Brut Rose, Howard had leaned in close and roughly squeezed my breast, treating me like the whore he obviously thought I was. "All your expenses will be covered. And you couldn't really believe I could take you to the country club with all this."

  He gave my plump arm a little pinch and jiggle.

  One of the tears I'd been fighting to hold back since his so-called proposal finally slid down my cheek.

  "Didn't peg you for a prude." He tried sliding a hand down my skirt until he ran into the pointy end of my strategically placed fork. "Come on, Ashley. It's not like we haven't fucked already--"

  Those words were almost his last. Cayce appeared out of nowhere and lifted Howard by his collar.

  Mortified, I sank lower in my chair. Cayce's apartment is just five blocks away from the restaurant, so I shouldn't have been completely surprised. But he hates sushi. Not to mention, a dinner for two at Uchi's along with the champagne probably matched a month's rent for his third-floor walk-up.

  Somehow, a full out fist fight failed to materialize. Lucky for Howard because Cayce would have creamed him. Cayce spends his day lifting Mastiffs and wrestling farm animals. There's isn't an inch on him that isn't sculpted muscle.

  I licked my lips, remembering all the summers I'd seen Cayce shirtless, his skin bronzed by the sun and darker angel kisses freckling the surface. I don't know how to describe his body except to say that there are mountains, there are oaks and then there is Cayce. Which was probably exactly what Howard had been thinking when he picked up the metal ice bucket and tried to hit Cayce.