Big Girls Rock: Hard Rock Love (#2) (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Danielle Houston

  His breathing labored, “Please don't stop. Don't stop.”

  He was putty in my hands now and I enjoyed the power. In rhythm, my hands and mouth went up-and-down his throbbing shaft. Normally, I wasn't the kind of girl who swallowed. Nevertheless, I wanted his sweet honey in my mouth. I held onto his muscular body and kept working on his beautiful manhood. Dylan’s body jerked and trembled. His cock was hard as steel and was now throbbing in my mouth. I tasted sweet saltiness as precum drizzled from the head.

  Dylan moaned, “You better stop Candi. I'm getting real close. So close.”

  I tasted his potent fluid as it drooled from his manhood. Dylan tried to hold back and prevent his eruption. But I teased him with my swirling tongue, nibbling and stimulating the sensitive head. His entire body tensed with excitement, uncontrollably shivering.

  “Candi, I can't stop.” At that last instant, he grabbed my head with shaking hands, his body thrusting and jerking. His cock, slippery with my saliva, spurted salty cum into my mouth. Dylan’s muscles twitched completely out of control. His thighs tensed and his body pushed close to me until my face was pressed into his pubic hair. I inhaled breathfuls of his manly musk. Electrical shocks exploded from his body into mine. He held my head with strong hands and made one last powerful thrust. Dylan came so much I almost choked. Two sweet gulps of his sticky honey slid down my throat.

  “Oh, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't hold back.” I wasn't sure why he was apologizing to me.

  “I loved every minute of it.” We peered into one another's lustful eyes. Before long we cleaned up and went back to his sporty car.

  “I wasn't expecting that. I mean, that's not what I brought you back to my garage for.” Dylan broke eye contact with me.

  “I told you before. It's something I wanted to do.” I placed my hand on top of his and squeezed. He brightened up immediately.

  “I wanted you to see that I'm finally worthy of you.” He wanted to be worthy of me? For years, I’d thought it was the other way around.

  “Dylan, I’ve always had feelings for you.” His face brightened and he gave my hand another little squeeze. The two of us sat in his little car in silence for a while.

  “I'm not sure where this is going,” he said. “But I do know that I want to get serious with you.” Here I was. This was a turning point and I knew it. It was time to get over Nick and get back to reality. Dylan was a real guy, with a real future, in the real world. It was now or never. I had to let go of my rock star fantasy and come back to reality.

  “I'd like that.” Then he leaned in to kiss me. His tongue snaked into my mouth and entwined my own. My heart leapt into my chest. Perhaps things were finally looking up!

  Dylan drew back and spoke, “So are you hungry?”

  “I'm famished.” I laughed.

  “Let's go, I know the perfect place.”

  Soon we were speeding along the road. Dylan pulled into the parking area of a little diner. We got out and went inside. Loud rock 'n roll music blared over the speakers. A perky little waitress staggered up to our table.

  “What will it be tonight?”

  Without looking at the menu I spoke up first, “Big burger, fries, and a shake.” I was absolutely starving.

  Dylan handed his menu to her, “I think I’m having the same thing.” The slight woman nodded, grabbed the menu, and then left.

  “Where do you think we go from here?”

  “I don’t know.” I looked down at the table.

  “It's okay with me if we take it slow.” Dylan leaned back into the booth. “Besides I want to do things right.” Before long, our plates arrived. The first bite of the burger was an explosion of taste in my mouth. Maybe I was just very hungry, but it was definitely the best hamburger I'd ever eaten.

  “Do you want to hang out tomorrow night?” Dylan spoke between bites of burger.

  “Pick me up at The Dirty?” I dabbed the corners of my mouth with a napkin.

  “Of course I will!” His eyes gleamed with mischief. There was definitely a boyish quality about him. God Candi what are you doing? I chided myself. Part of me knew that I was seeing Dylan to ease the pain of having lost Nick. But what else was I going to do? I couldn't sit around moping over some guy I only knew a few days. Life went on. And I had to go on with it.

  Part 2

  I came home from work following afternoon. Jen opened the door for me bursting with excitement.

  “Oh my god what did you do last night?” She was literally jumping up and down.

  My face heated and my cheeks flushed. “What do you mean?”

  She pulled me into the apartment and pointed to our living room table. On it sat a huge bouquet of flowers. They were roses and the bouquet practically burst with color. I picked up a little card and read it.

  For the most beautiful girl in the world.

  I had a great time last night.

  Hoping for many more.

  - Dylan

  I picked up the roses and inhaled the sweet aroma. I like to pretend that I'm tough, but I wanted the same things other girl's took for granted. For the first time in my life, someone had sent me flowers. My heart fluttered in my chest, and my eyes watered.

  “No one has ever sent me flowers before.” I said.

  “Well it looks like you're over what's-his-name.” Jen gave me a little hug. “I was tired of seeing you sulk.”

  “Truth is Jen. I was tired of it myself.” I plopped onto the sofa.

  Jen scooted next to me. “Dylan seems like he's grown up a lot.”

  “He's changed so much." I sniffed the flowers one more time.

  “Don't screw it up!” Jen scolded.

  That took me off guard and I pulled back. “What do you mean by that?”

  “Every time a nice guy comes around, you ruin it.” Jen's voice was firm. I wanted to protest but I knew she was right. I didn't fully believe that any man found a size eighteen girl attractive.

  “You know I'm a big girl.” I told her.

  “When are you going to let go of that idiotic hang-up?” Jen seemed agitated, “You're smart, talented, and dammit you're beautiful.”

  “You only say that because you're my friend.” I shook a little and felt my eyes burn.

  “Candi, you're one of the most wonderful people I've ever met.”

  “I hear you say those things, but it's hard for me to believe it.” Years of others rude comments had bruised my fragile ego. Being a big girl in a skinny world hasn’t always been easy.

  “Remember when I made you to sing at The Dirty?”

  “It was the best night of my life, changed everything.” I brightened.

  Jen interrupted, “That's what I mean. When you’re on the stage you're electric.”

  She was right. When I entered the bar I became a whole new person. But that confidence left me as soon as I came home.

  “You got to find a way to be that woman all the time.” Jen stood up.

  I mulled her words over. “Dammit you're right. I can’t let my insecurities run Dylan off.”

  Jen raised her hand for a high-five and said, “To a whole new life then!”

  I jumped up and slapped her palm, “To a fantastic life, and a wonderful new man.”

  I entered the bar with pep in my step. I didn't notice that Frank was standing behind me until he spoke.

  “So you and Dylan, huh?” His mouth was turned downward.

  “I can't get over how mature he’s become.” I was absolutely giddy with excitement.

  Frank wiped down the bar. “It's you I’m worried about.”

  I was shocked, “What do you mean?”

  “I don't want to see you hurt again.” He put a fatherly arm around my shoulder.

  “He's not like he used to be.” I explained.

  “I'm not saying he hasn’t grown-up.” Frank’s voice was cautious. “I just want you to keep your eyes open.”

  “I have to start living my life again,” I told him

  “I know that Candi,” he r
eplied.

  “Then what are you getting at?”

  “No matter how good he tries to be there'll always be a little bit of the bad boy inside.”

  “I can handle it.” I put my hands on my hips.

  He chuckled. “If any woman can keep that nephew of mine in line, it's you.” Then Frank tossed me a towel. “Now enough yapping and get to work this bar won't clean itself.”

  We opened promptly at eight. Things really didn't get hopping at the bar until later, but a few regulars streamed in. I poured drinks and passed the time chatting with Jen. I didn't notice skinny kid and his band showed up until he called my name.

  “Hey Candi!” He waved and trotted up to the bar.

  “Dude, do you realize I don’t know your actual name?” I laughed.

  “Huh, so weird it’s never come up.” He smirked. “I’m Trey”.

  “Okay Trey. Have you guys picked a name for your band yet?”

  “We’ve called ourselves the no-name band on Facebook.”

  “Then how about the no-names for now?”

  He lit up, “The no-names… that sounds kind of cool.”

  I slapped him on the shoulder, “Then that's what I'll use tonight.”

  Trey brightened up and rushed off to talk to his band. That's when a deep baritone voice spoke. “So what can I have tonight?” I'm glad I held my tongue because Dylan was standing there with a big grin on his face.

  “Send me another bouquet, and you can have whatever you want.”

  “So you liked the flowers?” I swear his eyes actually sparkled.

  “I loved them.” My face heated with a mixture of lust and embarrassment.

  Dylan was definitely the nicest guy to come around in a long time. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, “Let's go chat.” I shouted to Jen to take my spot behind the bar. I followed him into the hallway and into the storeroom. I closed the door behind us, and he spoke.

  “I've been thinking about you all day,” he was nearly breathless.

  “Same here, I couldn’t keep you out of my head.”

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me. Electricity passed between us, and I felt dizzy. This man sure knew how to kiss. But I had to keep my feet on the ground. There was no reason to get carried away in the storeroom.

  “Stop, someone might walk in.” I whispered.

  “Then we will be very quiet.” He said. He pushed himself close and my breath slowed. I was truly falling for this guy. I'd worn a short leopard print skirt that night. Dylan's hands were already inching beneath it. I grew hot and wet as fingers grazed my flesh. My own hands grasped Dylan’s bulge through his jeans. His familiar hardness greeted me. What was it about him that drove me so crazy with desire?

  “I have to get back to work.” I pleaded.

  “Jen will cover for you.” His hot breath fell across my neck.

  “I wanted to return last night’s favor.” He smirked.

  “What do you mean?” I was mystified. Before I had a chance to react Dylan was on his knees before me. He pushed my short skirt up, and slid my hose down.

  “No, we can’t” I protested. He ignored me and grunted. It was a wild and guttural sound. I shivered. He pressed his face between my legs nuzzling into the fabric of my panties. He ran his tongue along the surface causing me to become wet. My knees buckled and I gripped his shoulders.

  “Oh my God, please stop.” I didn't want him to stop. He continued to hungrily nibble and lick me through me through the sheer material. I lubricated profusely, something that used to embarrass me. “Hmm.., I forgot how wet you get” he purred.

  I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and chewed my lower lip. Dylan tugged my panties down. At this point, I no longer desired to stop him. So I grabbed the back of his head and pressed him closer. He put his hands on my generous thighs and spread them apart. His rough stubble scratched my tender skin as his face inched forward. His hands felt warm against my flesh. With two fingers he spread my quivering lips, and stroked the crease. Then he slipped an expert finger in. I grabbed the back of his head and buried my fingers in his hair. This man made me feel so good! Wild with passion, he tongued and kissed my pussy as if it were another mouth. This drove a charge of erotic energy through me.

  “Dylan, I can't take much more.” I groaned. He only grunted as he drove his tongue into me further. My knees buckled and I fell forward. I balanced myself, hands resting on his broad shoulders. How much more of this delicious torture could I take? Dylan pulled away from me. His liquid brown eyes narrowed with mischief.

  “Turn around.” He commanded.

  Without thinking I did as ordered. What did he plan next? He parted my full round ass cheeks and licked. OMG, no one has ever kissed me back there before! My heart raced and I grabbed my breasts and squeezed. The warm, wet sensation of his probing tongue caused me to moan in pleasure. Dylan drove his tongue into my delicate pucker showing no mercy. Then he pulled his face away, “You have the most beautiful ass.”

  That was when went back to torturing my sweet bottom. Like a wild-woman I ground my ass into his face. He continued to lick all the way up the crack and back again. His mouth felt cool against the heat of my hungry little hole. I twisted my bottom wildly with my breasts cupped in my hands. Dylan let out a primal moan, and made greedy slurping sounds as he pleasured to me. I’d never done anything like this before.

  My earlier adventures with Nick had unleashed a wild woman. But I thought it was simply a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It looked like I was wrong. As if sensing my thoughts had strayed from him, Dylan sunk a thick finger into my vulva. Before I could cry out a second and third digit joined in the fun. The dual sensation of his hungry mouth on my anus and probing fingers in my dripping cunt drove me to the brink.

  “That feels so good,” I groaned as my body seemed to vibrate with electricity. Dylan ignored my pleas for mercy. His hungry mouth and eager hand moved in perfect synchronicity. My aggressive lover licked and nibbled my backside. His thick fingers plunged even deeper into me. It had never been like this with him before. Our lovemaking in the past had been simple missionary. Dylan was such a selfish lover then and I was inexperienced. Now he was a Casanova, only concerned with giving me the most pleasure possible.

  Hungry and selfish, I grabbed his wrist. Now I urged his fingers to move faster. He lifted slightly in order to stimulate my clit each expert stroke. I closed my eyes and stars exploded behind them. My legs shook and my belly clenched. A deep guttural moan exploded from within me. I felt a rush of warm, wet, pleasure, as my cunt dripped profusely.

  Nick re-focused his attention from my backside to my coming pussy. I dripped lubrication that ran like rivers over his hand. Then removed his hand and shoved his hungry face into my pussy. He opened his mouth tonguing my gushing hole. My girl come flowed out of me and drizzled over his face and down his chin. I grabbed his head and rode his face like a bucking bronco. When my orgasm subsided, Dylan pulled away.

  “That was incredible,” he gasped.

  I laughed and said, “That used to embarrass me, but I've learned to love it.”

  “Candi, you're such a wonderful and sensual woman.”

  My face reddened with heat.

  “I know you don't believe it.” He said. “Any man would be lucky to be with you.”

  I took some clean towels from the linen basket and tossed them to him. “You should wipe your face,” I smirked.

  Part 3

  My alarm buzzed over and over, and I could no longer ignore it. Then I yawned and looked at my clock. Shit it was 9 o'clock already. The previous weeks had been both intense and amazing. Dylan and I spent almost every waking hour together. The sex was amazing, but boy was I ever tired! I silenced the buzzing alarm and jumped out of bed. I had exactly a half-hour to get to Lane Bryant and start my shift. You would think after years of working late nights and getting up early I'd have a routine by now. Of course I wasn’t getting this kind of sexy action until recently.

  My th
oughts shifted to Dylan and all of the hot sex we were having. I blushed with both desire and embarrassment. The things I’ve done with that man! I put myself together in record time, stopping only to grab an apple from the fridge. I chomped on the fruit as I yanked on my coat, grabbed my car keys and dashed out the door.

  “You're late,” my annoyed manager grumbled as I walked into the store.

  “I'm sorry Ms. Steele” I said.

  She grumbled again and wandered back into her office. I picked up a folder of the day’s sales and went to work. It was my duty to make sure all the sale items were properly marked. Well I busied myself sorting tags someone walked up behind me.

  “Hey there beautiful.” Dylan stood there, holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

  “What are you doing here?” I was actually shocked.

  “I was driving by so I got these.” He gave me the flowers.

  Roses again? This guy meant serious business.

  “They are beautiful and thank you.” It wasn't so long ago that I'd be trying to get rid of someone like him. But lately, I learned to believe that I deserved to be treated special.

  “They smell wonderful.”

  Dylan shuffled his feet boyishly, “I was wondering if you're free at all tomorrow.”

  “It depends what you have in mind.” I teased.

  “A picnic.” He said. Did anyone really go on picnics anymore?

  “Sounds like a lot of fun.”