His Curvy Treat

by Erin Havoc

  One has to be mad to look at this amazing woman and tell her these lies so many times that she starts to believe in them.

  Lowering her down, I cover her body with mine. I pepper kisses on her cheeks and her neck, nibbling on the pulse beating in her throat. She makes the most delicious sounds when I bite her there.

  I bring one of her legs up over my hip and reach for her Converse, untying the laces and pulling the sneaker out, doing the very same to the other a moment later. My lips never leave her collarbone as I pull the suit out from her arms, over her hips and out of her legs.

  To my mild disappointment, she’s wearing leggings under the suit. I look up at her with a cocked brow.

  She giggles, covering her mouth. “You can’t use a hazmat suit without protection under it.”

  My heart is full with so much certainty toward her I have no option but to laugh along. I let the suit fall to the floor as I lower myself over her again.

  “Oh, you,” I breathe against her mouth before taking her again.

  Slowly, I take her higher with every hard kiss and every bite. I slip a hand under her shirt to pinch her nipple over her bra until she’s squirming. I get up to step out of my hazmat suit — I’m wearing a shirt but just boxers — as she slips out of her shirt.

  The black laced bra makes my mouth water. I quickly undress her of her leggings and lay over her once more. My cock twitches in desperate need to sink inside her, but I have other plans first.

  I kiss her neck and her shoulder as I slide a hand behind her and unclasp her bra. I slip the straps out then uncover her breasts. She makes to cover herself with her hands but gives up midway.

  “You’re perfect,” I groan as I find one of her nipples with my mouth. I suck one of her nipples as I roll the other between my fingers. Jess moans out loud, her sounds filling my room. I brush my fingers lower, over her stomach, around her waist, over her hips until I’m touching her mound.

  Jessica jolts as I run a finger over her slit. Her panties are soaked. My cock is so hard it’s getting difficult to breathe.

  I take one deep breath against her chest, then another, calming myself. I just want to claim her, take her, make her mine. But there’s so much to do to her first. So much pleasure before I enter her. I’m not going to be the guy who comes first. Never. My lady is my priority.

  She cradles the back of my head in a hand and fists my hair. I brush my fingers up and down her soaked slit, teasing her.

  “God, Daniel,” she cries, snapping her head to a side. Her cheeks are flushed in lust and I suck on her nipple hard before letting it go with a pop. Her breast bounces mesmerizingly.

  I slip her panties sideways and cover my digits with her juices. She groans, her chest rumbling under me. “You’re so wet, my love.”

  She opens her eyes a slit to look down at me, a smile curling her lips. “It’s your fault.”

  “Oh, is it?” I slip her panties out but I don’t drop back over her. I part her plump thighs and let my eyes wander down over her mound to her wet, warm center. My mouth waters as I gaze at her delicate pussy, and I know I will have to focus everything I have in not coming. “Let me make it up to you then.”

  I spread her in my bed and cover her pussy with my lips. Jess quivers and screams in pleasure, both her hands coming to pull at my hair. She tastes amazing, sweet as honey, and I know I’ll have to do that to her every single day of our lives.

  Lapping at her, I drink from her arousal before I concentrate on bringing her over the edge. I circle her clit for a moment, teasing her as she bucks against my face. Then I take turns between flicking her knot and sucking on it until her legs quiver and her toes curl. She calls my name in an out-of-breath manner, and with every lick I know I’m taking her closer to completion.

  I flirt with her entrance with a finger, pressing and feeling before I insert it. I pull it out then back in, just an inch, then another. Twisting it inside her, I savor her warmth against me.

  “Oh, Daniel,” she cries, trembling beneath my fingers. “I’m coming!”

  I know. I know because her pussy muscles are rippling around my finger. I pump with a hand and spread her wider with the other, devouring her sweet pussy with hunger. I suck on her with thirst, and her moans grow louder until she’s almost screaming. My name reverberates on the walls, and I want to hear that symphony the whole night.

  She moves and bucks and grinds hard, holding my head in place until she comes apart. She explodes, her body tensing, her inner walls clamping down around my finger. She rolls her hips and rides that high and I suck every drop of her juices as she tenses and relaxes. Jess stretches her legs out and curls her toes and cries my name until she’s done.

  Jess breathes in gasps and trembles as she lets go of my hair. I kiss her up a leg and look up to meet her gaze.

  Her eyes are aflame as she looks at me from between her breasts.

  The sight is so hot I have to grind my teeth not to enter her immediately.

  “Daniel,” she breathes. “Please.”

  “What, love?” I ask her, kissing the inside of her thigh and breathing against her smooth skin.

  “Please, fuck me.”

  07

  * * *

  JESSICA

  Daniel crawls up the mattress as a beast about to sink its teeth on its prey.

  It makes me warm all over, a new wave of juices leaving me. My mind is hazy, my eyes glazed. My skin is hot and cold as shivers roll down my arms. I want to be taken. I want him to own me.

  As a flower, realizations blossoms in my chest. This absurd feeling, this immediate attraction, this inherent connection. I want him completely and unabashedly.

  I can’t even describe the way I want Daniel. The way I want to be a part of his life and for him to be a part of mine. Yes, he’s a colleague, and I have promised myself I’d focus on the job and on the job only. But that bonding we felt, how easy it was to talk to him, to pour our hearts to one another?

  He lies on top of me, pulling my thigh up against his hip. Our hearts beat in time. He gazes at my face as the head of his member touches my needy, soaking parts.

  Daniel presses, his thick cock stretching my entrance. He’s big but I’m so ready for him I know he just needs to push once.

  His lips touch the side of my face with so much kindness it almost breaks me. “Pill?” He breathes as if that word is all he can manage before he sinks to the hilt inside me.

  I can relate. I want him in. Now.

  So I nod feverishly, letting him know I need him bare inside me. I need to feel every inch of his skin in contact with me. I sink my nails on his broad shoulders and rake them down his muscular arms.

  “So tight,” he breathes against my face, breathing in shallow breaths as his cock-head stretches me, covering itself in my arousal.

  “I’m a virgin,” I murmur, letting my head drop on the pillow as I move my hips.

  Daniel’s eyes widen in amazement as he slips inside me.

  I gasp and he freezes, holding me around the hips and pressing his face against my neck. His girth fills me and stretches me out so perfectly I’m pure bliss for a moment as I push my hips up so his member enters me further.

  “Jess,” he looks me straight in the eye. “Tell me you’re all right. Tell me you’re all right or this will drive me mad,” he groans as he slips a little further inside me. “I need to fuck you.”

  I press my ankles down, hug him closer and force my hips up. His cock enters me completely, spreading me until I’m closer to the edge.

  A moan escapes me as I nod.

  Daniel digs his fingers into my hips, “I need you to say it, love.”

  I stare at him, and there’s a glint in his eyes that tell me he’s feeling that same overwhelming feeling that’s beating in my chest. I brush his lower lip with a thumb.

  “Fuck me, Daniel,” I tell him.

  With a groan, he agrees.

  Daniel kisses me hard and pulls his hips back before slamming back in. The pain is imme
diately smothered by blinding pleasure and a torrent of moans escapes me to meet his deep growls. He pulls out and enters me again, holding me around the hips and picking up his pace.

  I tremble, amazed at how good this feels. Once I’m used to his thick cock inside me, I push him back and graze my nails down his defined chest and over his six-freaking-pack. This man is perfect.

  And he wants me as much as I want him.

  He locks his jaw as our hips meet in time, the sound of skin slapping together not muting my needy groans. I don’t give a shit. The whole city could hear me scream his name for all I care.

  At this moment, I just want us to come together.

  The kindness in him disappears as by magic once I cry his name. Something switches in him, and now Daniel is an alpha, ready to take me and mark me as his. I shiver in anticipation, licking my lips.

  Daniel straightens his spine and pulls me up to his lap. I sit over his thighs, one of my breasts coming to his mouth. I cradle his head with a hand, hugging him around the shoulders with the other. He holds my hips with both hands, bracing my weight so he can bounce me up on his lap, fucking me with long, hard, sharp strokes.

  The head of his member touches a place inside me that makes my whole body tense. I clench my walls around him. He suckles on my nipple harder, thrusting inside me with everything he can. I throw my head back as I feel the impending climax. I spread my legs and hold on to him and let him fuck the hell out of me.

  Fireworks explode on the back of my eyelids and I cry out, clawing at his shoulders. He meets my hips in time, and I ride that release with ragged, desperate moans. I roll my hips hard, wanting to take him deeper, and I hear him groan my name against my chest as he freezes, coming inside me.

  I feel his hot cum erupting as his cock twitches, and I clench my inner walls, savoring that moment of perfect connection.

  Daniel kisses me everywhere he can reach as I come down from that high, my eyelids fluttering closed, heavy. He lays me down on the mattress and I let him cover me. My mind is hazy as he pulls me to his chest and kisses the top of my head.

  “Do you want me to leave?” I breathe against his neck before I doze off.

  “No. Never.”

  08

  * * *

  JESSICA

  Sunday begins with an orange sunrise bathing us. I feel Daniel getting up to close the blinds and he gets back to my side even before I miss him. He lays down next to me and spoons me, his dick meeting my backside. It twitches to life and stays hard as I doze off and wake up a couple of hours later.

  I try to get back to sleep but abandon this quest after some time, savoring his warmth against me, and our smell on the sheets. I brush the back of my hand on his linen and notice how soft it is. The pillows are amazing too. Once my eyes adjust, I notice his whole freaking furniture is very high-end.

  Wow. He must be a department director or something. He’s older than me, so perhaps he’s in a leading position.

  I’m good with that. The only thing that would be a problem is if he was a boss or something. That’d be awkward. I can’t date my boss. That’s so out of limits. Also, I don’t want anyone to think that I’ve got the job because I’m sleeping with him.

  I snuggle closer against his chest and he tightens his grip around me, softly breathing against my neck. This guy can’t be for real. He’s the sweetest thing. Sex was amazing, completely out of this world, and we hit it off so fast last night.

  As silently as I can, I sneak off the bed and walk to the nearby bathroom. I shut the door behind me and turn around. I take a moment to adapt my sight to so much white.

  My apartment is smaller than this bathroom.

  There’s a freaking tub in here.

  I chuckle and walk to the toilet, hoping it’s not one of those Japanese-high-tech ones, full of buttons. It’s not. Just a regular white marble toilet. I snort. Daniel must be filthy rich.

  There’s a rack with white cotton towels to a side, so I decide to shower before I meet him again. My hair is all over the place and I may have slept in my makeup.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m out of the bathroom, the soft towel tied around my body. I exit as silent as I can, hoping to wake him with a morning-blowjob. My mouth grows dry just to think about tasting him. But, to my disappointment, the bed is empty.

  I put my head out of the bedroom door and listen. There’s the sound of pans somewhere to my left. Daniel mentioned nothing about cooking, but he’s so perfect I don’t doubt he’s able to. I look back over my shoulder to our clothes on the floor. Maybe I should get dressed. Maybe he wants me out after breakfast.

  The thought sinks like lead on my stomach.

  Swallowing the fear and the doubt and the uncertainty, I take a shot. I took a shot yesterday, and it was the best time ever. I take a breath, hold the towel against my chest and walk out of the room.

  Turns out Daniel cooks naked.

  Sunlight soaks the living room and the kitchen next to it. Daniel’s skin is golden and I could watch his muscles moving as he cooks forever.

  Also, his ass is heavenly.

  He is singing something under his breath but stops once he hears my muffled steps coming in. He turns and smiles, a smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes. It melts my heart a little. Then his gaze runs down my half-naked body and his pupils darken with lust. The affection I was feeling a moment before turns to white-hot desire.

  “Morning,” he greets in a hoarse voice as he pauses a frying pan over the sink. The kitchen is also composed of high-end furniture and KitchenAid stuff that I’m not sure I’d ever be able to pay for.

  I sway my hips to him, the edge of the towel not covering my thighs. “Morning,” I smile at him, stopping at the entrance to the kitchen. I motion my hand around, not taking my eyes from his ripped body. “You have a nice place here.”

  He scoffs, “It looks good now that you’re here.” He turns to me and crosses the space separating us in a stride. His hands come to cradle my face and he tilts my face up so he can kiss me that way I love. Thoroughly. Hungrily. I moan against his mouth, his bare cock twitching against my belly. I cover his girth with my fingers and stroke him. He breaks the kiss, his eyes hooded. “Where have you been my whole life?”

  I smile as he steps back and motions to a small table to a side. He’s served two glasses of orange juice and I sit down at one of the chairs as he brings two plates to sit in front of us.

  “I can’t believe you also cook,” I smile, picking up a fork.

  He shrugs, “Hardly. I’m usually too busy. But I’ll cook for you anytime you want.”

  I bring a forkful of eggs and bacon to my mouth, “Dressed like that?”

  Daniel chuckles, “Only if you dress like this.”

  “Then we have a deal.”

  * * *

  I basically float down to work on Monday.

  Daniel cooked us breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He made us popcorn so we could lie down on the couch and watch Netflix. He fucked me on the couch and against a wall. I sucked him as he drove me back home after dinner.

  He asked me to stay. Daniel asked me to make a bag with clothes for a week or so and spend some time with him. He said he wanted to make up for the lost time before we had met.

  My heart is so full I can’t even describe it. I’m taking the elevator to my floor with a stupid grin on my face.

  Not in my craziest dreams, I would ever have imagined this could happen to me. This kind of swept-out-of-my-feet, love-at-first-sight thing. It was so easy to just hang around him. To talk to him. To share my fears and dreams.

  And he adored me. He made it very clear I wasn’t a one-time fling.

  He texted me throughout the night and this morning. Between naughty texts where he told me all the things he wanted to do to me and a selfie of me with my bra only, we had also shared our thoughts about this weekend.

  Daniel made it obvious he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  I teeter on the edge. He’s amazing, and I want
to spend every day with him. He’s hot, and he cherishes my body as no one has ever done. I feel safe and confident.

  Does it make me a fool that I’m a bit guarded?

  It’s so perfect, so flawless I’m not sure this is real. A small part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop. I text him back and agree that we’ll have lunch together, but, as I walk to my desk, I’m a little unsure what all of this could mean.

  Where would this take us? How would I deal with a relationship like this with a colleague?

  It’s all moving so fast I’m afraid to screw it up. I don’t want to fall for a guy whom I can’t date. I don’t know what’s the policy in Allen Pharmaceuticals and I want to keep this job more than anything else.

  My friend Dana is standing beside my desk in an outfit so unlike the one from Saturday I take a moment to recognize her. Her blond hair is pulled back in a built-in braid, and she’s in jeans and boots, long sleeves and a lab coat. A pair of glasses is balanced on the tip of her nose as she takes notes. She looks up from her clipboard once she hears my steps and grins at me.

  “The M.I.A. girl is back!” She laughs, pushing the glasses up to her forehead.

  “M.I.A.?” I tilt a tentative smile at her as I pull my chair back and put my bag over it. “Really?”

  “You can bet! I saw you making out with the hot guy in the yellow onesies and then bam! You were gone!” She wiggles her eyebrows. “I never pegged you for fucking strangers.”

  “Gee, Dana,” I chuckle, covering her mouth with a hand. “This isn’t work-related. And that wasn’t an onesie and you know that. It’s a hazmat suit. We have them here.”

  “I know we do, but it’s so much better to call them onesies,” she pulls my hand off her mouth and smirks. “So? Did you get any action, M.I.A. girl?”