His Curvy Treat

by Erin Havoc

  But no one is watching.

  I take a long gulp from my margarita and it burns down my throat as I look away from him. It’s hard to think straight when I’m staring into his beautiful face and wondering about his muscles under my fingers.

  “I’m sorry, did I overstep?” He calls, his hand hovering above my knee. He’s an inch from touching me but I can feel the heat he’s irradiating.

  I shake my head and try to smile and pretend my stomach is not turning. “No, it’s just that I’m not used to real compliments. So I always take them with a pinch of salt.”

  He cocks his head in an adorable way. I have the urge to press my hands against his hard jaw and slam my mouth against his, but I hold that back. I cross one leg over the other, pulling my knee away from his hot almost-touch.

  The pressure between my thighs is rising just from standing next to him. His presence is making my body grow warm all over, from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. As if something is coursing through my veins that I’ve never felt before.

  I’ve kissed guys, and some even touched my breasts but that’s all the sexual experience I have. My body hums with the way he’s looking at me. Heat pools low in my belly, slow and steady.

  “I don’t understand how a gorgeous woman like you have to be skeptic about compliments. I’m just stating the truth,” he points, leaning forward a little. His hand moves closer to my knee once more as if subconsciously he’s wanting to touch me. I can feel the heat of his fingers even if the dim light doesn’t let me see his hand clearly.

  “I’m not the kind of girl guys usually fight for,” I tell him and swallow the rest of my margarita, looking away. My cheeks are flaring up and I ponder about leaving the party. I ended up spending so long with this guy, I don’t even know what time is it.

  He opens his mouth and his brows knit above his nose, and I know he’s about to protest about what I said. I still can’t quite believe it. I can’t quite believe this guy is really telling me this kind of thing and acting as if it’s all normal. He doesn’t have time to form any word when someone stumbles against me from behind. Hard. I topple, smacking face-first against his chest as I fall down the stool.

  04

  * * *

  DANIEL

  As if time slows down, I watch the man coming behind my sweet girl and stumble. He’s obviously out of himself, drunk as a skunk, when he topples down the first stool, stretches his arms to find balance and fails.

  He plunges down over her and she falls from the stool she’s perched on. My heart jumps as I stretch my arms, ready to catch her fall. She loses her balance and drops head-first against my chest.

  I curl my arms around her, holding her close and pulling her out of harm’s way. The drunk bastard tumbles yet another stool and in my head, I’m turning into Gordon-freaking-Ramsay and yelling my lungs out at him. This is exactly the kind of person I have come here to find. The ones that can’t control themselves and cause problems to others.

  Keeping my girl safe against my chest, I twirl her out of the way so he won’t touch her anymore. The bastard gets up using the bar for balance and glares at us.

  “Watch where you’re going,” he groans in a slurred voice.

  Bile rises in my throat but I have to hold it in. I want to drag this idiot out of my party and fire him right then and there, but there’s no aspect of it that would be right.

  How dare he touch her? How dare he hurt her?

  I feel a vein throbbing in my temple as I take a step and let myself tower over him. The man seems to sober up somewhat as he takes a step back, threatened by my bigger presence.

  “Name?” I spit between my teeth, the best I can come up with instead of hollering at him.

  “Um…” He takes another step back. “Robert Heart.”

  “You better apologize to the lady,” I don’t conceal the veil of threat I cover my voice with. I hold my girl tighter, her small hand pressing against my chest. Wild possessiveness takes me, something different from anything I have ever felt.

  I want to protect her. I won’t let any harm ever touch her.

  “It’s okay, I’m all right,” she says in a weak voice. I look down at her, and her mask has toppled down from her head and bounced some feet from us.

  I point at the mask, turning to the drunkard once more, “Get that and apologize.”

  He swallows as he stumbles his way to the mask and picks it up. Next, he offers it to me and, as soon as my fingers close around the edge of the mask, the coward turns and runs out.

  The drunkard freaking runs out.

  I stand there, aghast and making a mental note about dealing with this Robert Heart later. The audacity of this person. Getting drunk like that, hurting people and not apologizing. He’ll have to be a phenomenal employee for me not to fire him. But that’s unlikely.

  A man should never lose his control. Never.

  The small hand on my chest trembles as I look down at her. I pause the mask on top of her head and let my hand slide down to her cheek. I cup her face, meeting her eyes.

  “Are you all right?”

  She takes a deep breath and nods, “I am. Just got jumpy.”

  “Not because of me, I hope.”

  She shakes her head, “No. You were…” Her eyes take me in and I see her pupils flare. “You were impressive.”

  Something clicks inside me. Her body against mine, every curve perfectly fitting against me. The heat of her hand over my chest. Her big eyes staring up at me. I brush a thumb over her cheek and she shudders against me. I hold her tighter, a hand on her waist, her breasts pressed against me.

  My cock grows so hard it’s hurting.

  She gasps under her breath and I know she’s feeling me against her. Her brows crease as she looks down at me.

  “Is that… That’s not you, is it?”

  “I can’t hide how much I want you,” I tell her, hoping, hoping I don’t scare her off. “That’s how honest my compliment was.”

  She breathes in, her chest heaving and driving me a little closer to mad. This woman is insanely hot. I want my hands all over her, my lips over hers. I want to unwrap her curves like a Christmas gift and I need to taste her.

  The realization hits me like a blow. I need to taste her.

  I lean in, my face hovering over hers. There are no other thoughts in my head than claiming her lips. She tilts her neck, looking up at me and half-opens her mouth. She licks her bottom lip and I can’t hold another second.

  Stretching my neck, I kiss her. I press my lips against hers and breath her sweet smell in. I pry her lips open and dip my tongue inside her mouth, my throat parched with how much I want to taste her. She groans against me, and she stands on the tip of her toes to reach me better.

  Curling both my hands around her hips, I help her keep that position. I kiss the air out of her, devouring her and marking her and taking her in. She tastes like vanilla and honey, and it’s my favorite taste in the world.

  Closing my lips on her lower lip, I suck on her until she pops out from my mouth.

  That kiss leaves every hair of my body standing on end like an electric current. My heart thunders inside my chest and still, I squeeze her against me. Her hands are splayed over my chest, and this up close I can see her cheeks colored a bright red. Her eyes are glazed and I can tell.

  I can tell she wants me as hard as I want her.

  I take her mouth once more and I kiss her until we’re gasping and out of breath. I let her stand on her own as my hands come up to the back of her head and I hold her in and fist her hair. The kiss grows hotter and brighter like a flame, and there’s nowhere else in the world I’d like to be.

  There’s a need rushing through my veins. I desire her, I need her.

  Nothing else matters other than having this woman.

  05

  * * *

  JESSICA

  I died and heaven is in this man’s lips.

  That’s the only possible explanation. I can’t understand how th
is all works out so well. How his hot body feels so amazing against mine, his muscles rippling under my hands as he holds me.

  I’m so thanking that Robert Whatever later. Topple me down anytime if this man is going to take me up in his strong arms.

  The hazmat suit doesn’t let me do much, but wherever I touch him, there are hard muscles under my digits. His muscles probably have muscles. And he’s so tall.

  I don’t know why that’s turning me on. I have never had anything particular toward tall guys. Maybe I have the hots for this guy specifically, that’s all. He kisses me hard and thoroughly, and I just know this is the first real kiss I have ever had. Nothing compares. No other kiss had even held a tiny candle next to this one.

  Desire flares in my chest and rushes through every single one of my cells. He towers over me, covering and shielding me from the party. I hear nothing but my heartbeat in my ears. I feel nothing but his hands on me, gripping my hips, brushing against my skin, fisting my hair.

  A moan escapes my lips as I kiss him. The desire pooling low on me flares out in the form of lust. I have never felt such an intense desire as when his lips claim mine. He makes it clear, crystal clear, that what he’s doing is marking me. Taking me. He’s kissing me so hard and so good that I’ll never be able to kiss any other’s lips without thinking of his.

  Arousal slips from me to soak my panties. I press my thighs together and feel the sweet nub of my clit swollen, anxious, needy. I press myself against him, feeling that hard, long length of his pressing back against my belly. He’s so big and thick. I’m not even sure if he’d fit me if I decided to take this further.

  Doubt creeps inside my heart. Why would he? A man like him, hot, ripped. He can have any girl at this party. And he has been talking to me the whole night as if I was the only one who matters.

  He’s definitely older than me, many years older, which would make him way more experienced than me. Would he laugh if I told him I’m a virgin? Would he force me if we started to fuck and I bailed out? His cock is so thick, I’m not sure I’d be able to take him without hurting myself…

  His lips part from mine and I sigh with his taste on my tongue. I want to drink more of him, and I want to touch him. I stretch my neck to kiss him once more but he holds my face in place. When I open my eyes, I find his gaze intent on mine.

  “I don’t know your name,” he breathes against my mouth. “And yet, I want you the hardest I have ever wanted anything or anyone in my life.”

  My legs quiver and I threaten to turn to mush in place, but I hold tight.

  “Jess…” I breathe, my voice breaking before I can finish my name.

  He chuckles, “I mean, your real name, love. Not the character. I’m definitely not kissing Jesse Pinkman.”

  I laugh back at him. It’s so natural. So easy.

  “My name’s Jessica,” I smile and his face is so close to mine, his eyes looking at me as if he wants to commit this moment to memory.

  “Oh,” his laugh comes out breathy, and his gaze darkens. “I get it. Jess. I’m Daniel.”

  I nod, finding his waist and curling my fingers around it. I press my hips against his, just an inch. He presses back, groaning deep in his throat.

  Amassing my courage, I keep my voice low. “Do you want to slip to the bathroom?”

  He groans harder and rolls his hips against mine. I tighten my grasp on him, my knees quivering with how wet I am. But his eyes are hard on me as he presses a closed-lip kiss against my mouth.

  “I’m not taking you in a bathroom stall, Jess,” he shakes his head, and his eyes are so clear I know every single word he says is the truth. His hands press down my body until both his palms are holding on to my backside, pressing me against him. “No, these curves of yours are meant to be appreciated. Adored.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my lips and I sigh. “I’m spreading you on my bed,” he kisses his way to my ear and I shiver. “I’m devouring you and making you come until you beg me to take you. Only then I’ll fuck you.”

  His lips close around my earlobe and I moan out loud, gripping his hips for balance. Fuck. I have this feeling Daniel is turning me from a naïve, virgin girl to a sex-crazed woman. And I want that.

  I want that.

  He holds me hard against him, almost lifting me from the floor. I buck against him, searching for contact. My clit is so desperate for his touch now that I’m afraid I’d come instantly if he fingered me right then and there.

  I don’t know who that person is, but this new Jess has nothing to do with the one I knew.

  He licks the shell of my ear then brings his mouth down to bite at my neck. I pull at his hair, pressing my thighs together as I moan against his neck. His cock twitches against me, even with so many layers of clothes between us.

  Slowly he brings up one of his hands to cup one of my breasts. I gasp so loud I’m sure no music will mute me. My nerves are on fire. I’m soaked through my panties, ready, so ready for whatever this man wants to do to me.

  I’ve never felt anything like this. This primal, raw desire. I care not for the place or the people, for the acquaintances and colleagues. I just need this man to take me. The lust is so powerful it’s making me dizzy.

  He’s pulling the suit to a side so he can lick my collarbone when I pull back to look up at him. Just a little, which is the most I can do. I can’t bear the thought of not having his hands on me.

  His gaze is hard as I say, “All right. Then where do you want to take me?”

  He grins as if I have just given him what he wants the most in the world.

  06

  * * *

  DANIEL

  I’m not sure how I manage to take us out of the party, into the car and then into my apartment so fast. I can’t think straight. I can’t take my hands off her. My cock is twitching hard inside my pants as we drive to my place and I park.

  Luckily, it’s a brief drive. I’m sure if it was one second longer, I’d have to open an exception and at least finger her on the way.

  I can’t wait to feel her around me. My fingers itch for her wetness.

  The elevator door barely closes before I’m pressing her against the wall and claiming her lips once more. She melts against my mouth, sighing in contentment as if she’s been waiting for that kiss her whole life.

  Which I hope she was. Because I have been.

  There’s this crazy feeling pumping inside my veins. This need to have her, as if we were made for this very moment and everything is falling in place at once. I groan against her mouth as I find the zipper of her suit and pull it down. She’s wearing a simple t-shirt under it and I waste no time to cover her perfect breasts with my hands.

  Her nipples are poking through, so hard against my palms, my mouth grows dry with how much I want to suck on them. I massage them and cradle them and flick her nipples with my thumbs. She moans louder, grinding her hips against me harder. I press my leg between hers, finding her center with my thigh. Jess groans and rolls her hips against my leg.

  She’s clutching my arm with one hand as the other comes to cover my erection. I shudder against her, her small fingers massaging my dick.

  “Fuck, Jess,” I kiss the corner of her mouth before I distance myself to look at her. She breathes in gasps, her mouth half-opened as she cracks her eyes open just an inch. I had no idea I could desire someone this hard. Her blissful expression almost drives me off the edge in a heartbeat.

  The elevator door dings on my floor and we stumble out of it. I find the keyhole with some difficulty as her hand has not left the bulge in my pants yet.

  “Love,” I breathe against her hair, holding her around her hip. She stops and looks up at me, her eyes glazed with so much lust I have to take a breath and calm myself down. “If you don’t let me open this door, I’ll have to break my own word and fuck you on the hallway.”

  She shivers and opens a naughty smile. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

  God. This woman.

  I finally manage to open the door
and we enter hustle inside. Kicking it closed behind me with a foot, my hands are once more too busy exploring her delicious body. I want to memorize it all, her curves, dips and angles, and the sounds she makes when I touch her.

  It’s dark and the only light pours in from the street. Silence covers us, the only sounds coming from our lips meeting and sucking and our hands fumbling to open clothes. She zips my hazmat suit down. I kick my shoes off and they drop somewhere to my right with a thud. Her soft mewls fill the place and they’re all I want to hear.

  “Daniel,” the way my name sounds on her lips makes me growl in anticipation. “I want to see you,” she murmurs against my lips as I distance myself to slip my arms out of the sleeves.

  “Let’s fix that,” I curl my hands around her hips and down, over her ass-cheeks. I pick her up easily, pulling her to my lap. With a gasp, she clutches my shoulders and hooks her ankles behind my back. I stride to my room, down the hall, my cock pressing against her backside.

  She chuckles, “I can walk, you know? You don’t need to carry me, I’m too heavy.”

  “You weight nothing, my love,” I meet her lips in a peck as I enter my room. I hold her with a hand as I switch the lights on with the other.

  Jess blinks up at me, readjusting her sight to the sudden bright light. As her eyes meet mine, she smiles, taking my face in her hands in a gesture that makes my heart full.

  “You’re so handsome,” she smiles, her thumbs scrapping over the stubble on my chin.

  I prop a knee on the edge of my mattress so I can lower her down on the bed. My eyes never leave her, “And you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I put every ounce of honesty I can in those words. I don’t know who fed her with all those painful lies she seems to believe - that I couldn’t be interested in her, that she’s not gorgeous, that she’s too heavy. I have no idea who told her that bullshit, but I’d like to punch each one of these people in the throat.