Curves for Two (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Christa Wick

  Roman growled at him. "You're going to get her back up if you go ordering her around like that."

  I crossed my legs, surprised when Chase let me break his hold on me. "What makes either of you think I want to be shared?"

  "Your wet panties." Chase was first to answer and earned another disapproving growl from Roman. He laughed it off, the pad of his thumb flicking across my neck in a rough caress before he took a lit nip. "It's true. You're drenched, baby girl."

  Ignoring him, Roman grabbed my chin and coaxed me into looking at him. "Is it crazy of us to think you love us -- that if it weren't for the one, you'd be with the other?"

  I closed my eyes. They thought they had me, that they knew me so damn well.

  Problem was -- they did.

  Roman kissed me full on the mouth. Alongside me, Chase stiffened but remained quiet. I tried to pull out of the kiss, but that would have left me pressing against Chase, who was all too ready to toss me over his shoulder and carry me out. I could feel the tension running through him, hear the erotic threat of domination with each carefully drawn breath he took to control his urges.

  So I let Roman kiss me, let his tongue part my lips and his open palm find my breast. A little moan gurgled at the back of my throat and he released me.

  Breathing hard, he pulled back, his green eyes almost glowing as he watched my face. "We just want to talk it over with you, Gracie. Give us that at least."

  "All you've been talking it over with are your hands," I bit out. I could have added that they'd used their tongues and lips and -- sweet Lord -- what felt like Chase's very large erection butting against my hip as he turned into me.

  Stop it, Gracie, stop it right now!

  I did not need to think about Chase's cock. More than a dozen years hanging out at lakes and pools with them, I had a good idea of how much steel they both were packing. I'm not some kind of size queen, but they each had far more than a couple mouthfuls of meat between their legs and all the wet, tingling bits of my body grew damper at the thought.

  Chase backed out of the bench and reached into his wallet. Pulling a twenty out, he tossed it next to the bucket of ice. "Well then, let's go someplace more conducive to using words."

  He wasn't fooling me, not with the way his dark eyes burned through me. But I wanted out of Elma's pretty badly. Whether I wound up throwing one hell of a tantrum or surrendering, I didn't want to do it in a crowded bar with curious onlookers. As big and transitory as the base's population was, there were still places like Elma's where half the people knew at least one of our parents.

  I snatched my purse up and headed for the front door, my Jeep keys already out.

  A hint of daylight had played across the western horizon on my arrival. It was completely gone when I exited the bar. A single bare bulb over the front door cast a feeble light for a few feet. I stepped out of its circle and headed for my Jeep.

  Hearing Roman and Chase exit behind me, I glanced in their direction and froze.

  "Rock, paper, scissors?" I hissed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

  Chase won, a wolfish smile cutting across his face. "Just deciding who drives, baby."

  "It's my vehicle. I'm driving." I yanked on the door, my frustration causing me to drop the keys. I looked down. Not seeing them, I took a step back and swore.

  The keys had bounced off the dirt and gravel and were about twelve inches under the Jeep. I hesitated half a second too long over getting my dress dirty to retrieve them. That was all the time it took for Chase to reach me and gently hold me back while Roman scooped the keys up.

  "I won." Chase tried to steer me toward the back seat. "He's driving."

  I attempted a quick twist to free myself. "I'm riding up front."

  "No, baby, you're riding in the back with me."

  "The hell I am!" The front had bucket seats and a center gear box that would separate me from whomever was driving, making it a hell of a lot hard for either of them to keep trying to persuade me with their hands.

  I twisted free.

  Chase pulled me back.

  I was just getting ready to raise hell with him when the bar's front door opened again and three of Elma's biggest, drunkest patrons weaved their way out. They glanced our way in slow motion.

  Chase placed his palm along my lower back, no real pressure in his touch as he worked the situation to his advantage. "You really want to argue this out here, baby?"

  Pumped with adrenaline, his tone crackled in anticipation of a good old-fashioned brawl. I looked to Roman, but he just lifted a brow. If it would coax me into the Jeep, he was more than ready to leverage my desire to protect their dumb asses from some drunks mistaking my distress for something it wasn't. I had no doubt Chase and Roman, together or alone, could handle the three men, but they'd have hell to pay when their company commander found out. Duty restrictions, lost rank, not to mention the security clearances they both had.

  I climbed into the back seat, Chase close behind me, and put my seat belt on. "You're both assholes."

  Starting the Jeep's engine, Roman looked back at me and winked. "Yeah, beautiful, but we're your assholes."

  **********

  Chase didn't bother putting his seat belt on. The second we cleared Elma's, he slid close to me. One hand smoothed across my stomach to take possession of my far hip. His other hand pressed against the back of my neck to draw my face to his.

  "You know we'd never hurt you, baby."

  I knew it, but I was spoiling for an argument after they had manipulated me into temporary compliance. "You've been threatening to spank me."

  "Mmm..." He dipped his head, his voice purring against my ear. "There's a world of difference between being hurt and my spanking you, baby girl. You'll learn that soon enough."

  My pussy, already wet, became a breached dam, cream pushing from me as flesh bumps shimmied across my skin at his rough promise.

  "I felt that, you know." His lips teased along the edge of my jaw. Letting go of my hip, he cupped my right breast.

  "It doesn't mean anything." I pushed at him, feeling like I had every right to be mad no matter how soaked my panties were.

  "The hell it doesn't." His hand dropped from my breast straight to the hem of my dress while his mouth claimed mine.

  Either one kissing me made me want to melt, but their approaches were completely different. Roman gave a girl time to prepare, to decide how little or how much she was ready for. Chase took the scorched earth approach, his lips a hot brand that promised to leave my mouth swollen and bruised before he was finished with me.

  Deepening the kiss, he pushed the skirt of my dress up. The back of his knuckles grazed the fabric of my panties, the pressure just enough to tease the spine of my clit. My hips crested and he pressed harder as he took a second swipe.

  I clutched at the bunched up skirt, fighting a building moan. I didn't want either of them to know how aroused I was. Chase would take it as my capitulation and there was no missing the tension emanating from Roman in the front seat as Chase teased my heated flesh.

  I tried to pull away. I brought my hands up to my breasts, my palms facing forward as I pushed helplessly at the massive chest pinning me to the seat.

  Chase broke the kiss long enough for me to gulp in a fresh breath of air and then he was on me again, his tongue driving into my mouth as his hand gathered the gusset of my panties to one side. The callused pad of one finger brushed the seam of my pressed labia. He dipped a finger between my lower lips, the tip swirling as he traced the ring of my cunt.

  "Sopping, baby. So hot and ready, why are you resisting?"

  I started to tremble, my brain barely registering that the Jeep had slowed. Looking out the front window, I realized we had pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. Starting to panic, I grabbed at Chase's hand and tried to twist away from his teasing fingers.

  My gaze pleading, I looked between the two. "No. We're not going in...I..."

  Chase relented, or so I thought.

 
Bringing his hand up, he smeared my juices across my lips in a slow tease before capturing my face and pulling me into another kiss. I heard the click of my seat belt and then he dragged me onto his lap. My right leg angled to the side as the front passenger seat butted against my knee.

  The dress skirt up around my waist, I was splayed open, just my panties protecting my pussy from their hungry eyes. I felt a third hand on me as Roman leaned into the back seat. He ran his fingers over my knee, up my thigh. Reaching down, Chase tugged the crotch of my panties to the side once more, giving Roman better access to my thick labia and the usually concealed clit so swollen it protruded.

  Groaning, Chase buried his face against my throat. "Look at it jump, Gracie. You're all but coming as it is."

  He was right. The contractions running through my cunt were strong enough to jerk the flesh of my clit up with each pulse. My thighs flexed rhythmically and I knew that behind the curtain of my lower lips, the muscle guarding my entrance was opening and closing with each twitch that ran through me.

  "No..." A weak whine was all the denial I could muster. It evaporated on contact as Roman extended one finger and lightly ran it over the tip of my dancing bud.

  The finger dipped lower, invaded me without a whisper of protest. Stroking deep inside my cunt, Roman caught my gaze and held it. "You are going inside with us. We're going to strip you and then we're going to sample every inch of your luscious flesh, Gracie. Together."

  My breathing stilled, the blood slowing in my veins until my limbs were dead weighted with arousal. Now two fingers deep and curling, Roman started to stroke the knot of tissue just inside my entrance.

  "Baby," Chase whispered, gently chewing at my ear. "You're going to come here in the Jeep where anyone and everyone can see and hear or in your bed. Which is it going to be?"

  "Bed." A word, a moan. Hell, maybe I just thought it instead of speaking, but they knew they had me anyway.

  I felt the curve of Chase's smile against my jaw line as he planted a kiss before releasing me. Heart thundering in my chest, I let them straighten my skirt and the bodice of the dress before they tenderly removed me from the back seat and walked with me between them to my apartment.

  Roman unlocked the door and ushered us in. As soon as we cleared the threshold, Chase scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. Placing me on my feet next to the bed, he turned me so that my back faced Roman. "Zipper."

  "You want to give her a chance to catch her breath?" Roman joked before he stepped behind me and started to slowly ease the zipper down the length of my back.

  "Breathing's good." Chase pushed the shoulder straps down my arms, his gaze ravenous as the bodice dropped to my waist and the top of my breasts were fully exposed. He looked up for half a second before he popped the front clasp on my demi bra. "Thinking's not."

  Apparently he hadn't gotten the message. Thought was no longer possible. Most of my brain was numb, only the pleasure centers jumping with activity.

  Whether or not my mental state was obvious, Chase wasn't taking any chances. One hand on my shoulder, he contorted at the waist. Moving fast as a cat, he dropped his other hand to hook the underside of my knee. One quick tug had me on my back on the mattress, the dress in a pool on the floor.

  My panties and sandals were gone before I finished gasping.

  With a wicked grin, Chase quickly settled between my parted thighs, his chin hovering just above my bald mound. "Baby, you didn't expect us to go slow now that we have you inside, did you?"

  I looked to Roman to put the brakes on -- pleading for just a little time. He shook his head. Eyes raking my bare flesh, he peeled the t-shirt off his long, muscular frame.

  Brushing his lips against my thigh, Chase released a low laugh. "No help there, baby girl. He needs you every bit as badly as I do."

  Mouth gliding right, he trailed the tip of his tongue along my flesh. Reaching the split of my labia, he took a curling lick up my clit, his lips sealing around the swollen bud just as Roman's jeans and underwear hit the floor.

  Roman gave me a few long seconds to appreciate his sculpted body and the thick shaft that pushed hard and fast to just below his navel. Then he crawled onto the bed and stretched alongside me, his head even with mine. He ran his fingers over my stomach and up to my breast, his hand molding around my flesh to squeeze and pull as his mouth covered mine.

  Below, Chase devoured me. His teeth grazed along my labia. A nip, a lick, his thick fingers in me, stretching my muscles until he had three fingers cupped against my G spot. I tightened around him, my hips lifting to pump his mouth.

  Reaching beside me, I gripped Roman's cock, my hand barely closing around the broad shaft. Both of them so big, the thought made me even tighter.

  "Baby, fuck..." Breathless, Chase doubled the fury of his attack, squeezing that knot nestled just inside me as his lips and tongue worked my clit. "Come for me, baby, so I can bury my cock in this sweet, tight cunt."

  Still kissing me, Roman rose up on his knees and one hand, the other teasing my nipples as I stroked his cock. I tugged his shaft closer to my mouth, a shudder rolling through him as my lips closed around its fat head.

  Matching my pace with the play of Chase's fingers and tongue, I bobbed forward, swallowing Roman's glorious cock as deeply as I could. He groaned, his hips twitching as he gripped the side of my face.

  Chase altered his tempo, his long muscular fingers chancing upon a previously undiscovered switch inside me. My body jerked, a low moan vibrating through me. Chuckling, Chase rubbed the spot again. My hand squeezed the base of Roman's shaft in response. Tracing a circle around the nerve he'd hit upon, Chase looked up the length of my body, his gaze sparkling with mischief as my hand convulsed a second time.

  "Dude...not fair." Roman pried my fingers from around his cock as Chase drew another circle and then another, my hips lifting higher with each round trip.

  I closed my eyes, my nails raking Roman's thigh in rough apology as my whole body began to quake. Chase drove me on until my muscles locked and then he drove me a little further until I screamed in ecstasy.

  Slowing his strokes, he eased me back down to the mattress.

  Surfing up the far side of the bed, Chase rolled onto his side and tugged me towards him until my back was against his broad chest, his hard cock filling the valley of my bottom. Roman followed after me, his chest against my breasts. He took possession of my mouth as Chase lifted my top leg and penetrated me with one deep thrust of his heavy cock.

  My climax still pulsing through me, my cunt clutched at him, milking his length until he started to gasp from the pure pleasure of it.

  Roman's hand snaked down my belly and over my mound. His skin slick with the cream of my orgasm, he coaxed two fingers inside me, crowding Chase's cock as he quickly found and rubbed the small area that had so violently triggered my first climax.

  "Fuck, she loves that." Chase drew a ragged breath in as the walls of my pussy started to roll violently with each stroke Roman took. Chase pumped his hips against my backside, his cock spearing deep inside me to force Roman's fingers harder against the knot. "She's coming again, sweet baby--"

  His fingers dug into my hips as he fought the onrushing tide of his own climax. His mouth sealed around the side of my throat, searing the flesh with a sucking, bruising kiss as he refused to surrender.

  "Baby girl, your pussy's so perfect."

  Hooking his fingers, Roman stretched me, stroked, stretched me some more, tugging and twisting at the muscles of my cunt until both of them had their cocks fitted snugly inside me. My eyes rolled back, the light flicking on and off inside my head as my eyelids twitched.

  They rode me at first with opposite strokes. Roman pushed deep as Chase all but withdrew, then Chase thrust into me, his whole body trembling as Roman pulled back. Their dicks seesawing in and out, one lover pushed against the front of my hips, the other bounced against my ass. Our flesh met, parted, melded as one.

  Chase reached an arm around to squeeze my bre
ast. Roman gripped my hip. Their words fell hot and dirty in my ear, along my mouth. Tongues licked my throat and lips as my pussy knotted around their big cocks. I bore down on them as the biggest wave of my climax roared through me.

  They froze, both heads hooked at the ring of muscle gating my cunt. Groaning, they pushed in together, all the way up to uniformly butt against my cervix. Back down to tug, then up, crashing into me, my mind splintering at the sensation.

  A keening moan rippled along my throat as their cocks jerked inside me, cum shooting from them in simultaneous jets. Dicks swelling, pumping, muscles twitching. They held me, rocked me, their motions gentling as the last of their seed was spent. They came at last to a stop, their arms across my body to grasp each other and hold me tight between them.

  **********

  Roman kissed me as he waited to grow softer. When he finally did, he eased from me first. Rising from the bed, he left the room, his big cock gently swinging as he crossed into the kitchen. Chase climbed over me until we were chest-to-chest.

  Cupping my face with both hands, he thumbed the corners of my mouth. "You okay, baby girl?"

  That was the Chase I knew. He might take someone down as if he were a lion, but he licked and nuzzled like a kitten afterwards.

  When I didn't answer right away, he kissed my forehead then drew my face to his chest and cradled me against it. "Tell me you're okay, Gracie."

  I curled a hand around the side of his narrow waist and nodded, my throat too tight with emotion to speak. Roman re-entered the room at that moment, a tall glass of ice water in his hand. He must have brushed it against Chase's spine because Chase gasped and relaxed his grip.

  "Let her rehydrate before you attack her again," Roman teased.

  Chase released me with a small growl and rolled onto his back. Scooting up the bed until his broad back rested against the headboard, he pulled me up and took the glass of water from Roman. Holding it, he offered me sips, his lips resting against the crown of my head as I drank.

  Roman crawled in next to me, his body nestling against my other side and his lips pressed warmly at the curve of my neck. He caressed my hip and thigh, Chase playfully blocking him with a knee when Roman's fingers moonwalked toward my mound.