Sexting Curves (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Wick, Christa

  Everything I had texted, every last thing...

  My pussy knotted enviously as he planted one foot along the bed and reared up behind me. He ran his slick fingers over the nervous quiver of my ass. His gaze intensely focused on mine in the mirror, he pushed one finger into my anus. His other hand cupped my mound, my clit sliding between my labia as he kneaded the thick folds.

  He worked a second finger into my ass to match the two at my clit. Logan rubbed and softly plundered until he had me pushed flush against another climax, where he kept me hanging until I begged him.

  "More…oh, please…Logan."

  "More, baby?" He stroked the thick shaft of his dick between my ass cheeks.

  I nodded, my pussy drooling onto the bedspread beneath me.

  One hand holding his cock steady, Logan started a slow push. I gasped. I thought I knew what penetration was but my little blue dildo wasn't even half the circumference of his cock. A quarter of the head in, my ass straining wide, he pulled back. He repeated the motion half a dozen times, never letting me fully envelop the head.

  On the eighth push, the tip sank all the way in. My ass muscles locked around it as I bit out a moan.

  He laughed softly, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "Baby, give it back."

  A wild shake of my head denied his request. "Deeper."

  A shiver ran over Logan's reflection. He anchored his hands on my full hips. Leaning forward, he slowly drew me closer, forcing his cock half its full length inside me before he retreated again. The head's thick bottom flare tugged at my sphincter. I shuddered and rolled my hips as Logan sank hard and fast all the way into my ass.

  Completely topped off, my entire body blared with need. My nipples brushed the bedspread, a sharp cry escaping at the sudden contact. Logan stretched forward, his hands gripping my shoulders as I started to twitch. Massaging my muscles, he slowly worked his way down my back.

  Shifting his weight, he pulled me with him as he settled on his ass, one foot still planted on the floor. I sat upright, all my considerable weight impaled on his big cock. He positioned my lower body, pushed my right leg so it rested along his, my calf and foot hanging over the mattress but not reaching the floor. His left hand on my breast, he forced me to lean back against his chest. His right hand surfed across my stomach then dipped south.

  I watched as he peeled my labia back. My clit pulsed up, relaxed, pulsed again as it danced with arousal. He placed a finger flat along each side of the thick nub, making a V. He moved the V up and down.

  Pure heaven!

  "I'm going to pound this luscious ass tomorrow, baby." A line of kisses fell across my shoulder. "But for the next few minutes, you're in the driver's seat."

  He could not have been more wrong. I wasn't steering this thing between us. Not even for a second. It was the V of his fingers and the hand teasing my tit, squeezing the flesh and then tugging at the nipple while his mouth moved along my shoulder and neck. His touch drove the desperate grind of my hips, pulling the oxygen through my lungs as I tried to move up and down his thick shaft.

  Drowning beneath the waves of another climax, his dirty, sweet whispers forced me to stay under.

  "So fucking tight, Lily. I can feel your pulse against my cock."

  He rubbed his fingers harder along the sides of my clit, the hood sliding up and down. I canted my hips forward, giving him a few inches of space so that he could thrust his cock. He pistoned inside me while his hands worked my breast and clit achingly slower.

  "Logan...oh...yes..." Cunt pulsing, cream dripped down my perineum to wet his balls. "I'm...fuck...oh..."

  His hand came down in an opened palm smack against the sensitive flesh of my labia and exposed clit.

  Oh, fuck. Fuck yes!

  I bit down on a scream and he slapped the flesh again. Everything on me tightened, my nipples drew tauter, my pussy and ass squeezed. The air froze in my lungs until he smacked me a third time.

  I exploded across the sheets, fluid squirting from me as I descended into a rough grinding moan. My climax took over my entire body, another hot, wet squirt jetting from me. Logan pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and then he dragged me along the mattress until I hung at its edge.

  "Midnight, baby."

  Oh, god. It was tomorrow.

  His turn.

  Every thick, throbbing inch of his hard cock sank into me. Retreating, the fat head popped free. He plunged mercilessly back inside. Seesawing between all the way in and all the way out, Logan bounced me up and down his shaft. Each time, the head popped free before he buried himself again. The relentless, sensual stretching of my ass squeezed my pussy and tugged at my clit.

  I couldn't breathe. I had been climaxing when he flipped me over and hadn't stopped. Like a freight train out of track, my orgasm rolled through me even after Logan froze with my ass pinned against his stomach, his cock jerking inside me as he filled the condom. My pussy knotted, squeezing at nothing between heavy throbs.

  Leaning forward, Logan kissed between my shoulder blades. He pulled back and I felt the head exit, his thumb stroking the rim of my ass while it slowly drew shut in his absence.

  Rubbing a fingertip along my clit, he kissed the small of my back then retreated once more into the bathroom.

  **********

  Returning from the bathroom, he pulled the covers across our bodies and drew me to him. His hand traced the curve of my hip, the slope of my breast, up along my throat to my lips. Mouth followed hands followed mouth as if he were memorizing me in the time it took for him to grow hard again. When he did, he brought my hands to his erection while his fingers explored my pussy all over again.

  I started to twist, my hips rolling to a quick crescendo. An indulgent smile playing across his face, Logan pushed me onto my back and disappeared beneath the sheets. He rubbed his face across my stomach and rested it there a few seconds before sliding lower. His broad shoulders forced my legs apart. He started to suckle at my clit. His hands returned to stroking my body, toying with my nipples so that they stayed hard and pointed.

  He nibbled at my clit and along the swollen lips of my pussy. He took long swipes along my wet slit as his fingers traced a path to madness. I didn't want to come without him in me and I begged him to fill my pussy with his thick hardness.

  He kissed a trail up my breasts, his back arched so that he could rub his cock along the line of my pussy. Canting one hip up in the air, he angled the tip down to my cunt and gave a shallow poke.

  "This pussy, baby?"

  "Yes, please..." Lifting my ass, I tried to push onto his cock. "I need you to fuck it. Please...I'm going to come if you don't stop teasing me and I want you in me."

  Another poke, a little deeper than the first. "Maybe we should wait--"

  "No." I drew my knees as close to my chest as I could manage, the insides of my lower legs running flat along the sides of his stomach and hips. "Please fuck my pussy, Logan. It's all empty but it can't stop squeezing. Give it something to hold onto."

  "Are you wet enough?"

  I was so ready he would soon have a waterbed if he didn't start fucking me. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed the side of his mouth. "My pussy's soaking, I want you so badly."

  He kissed along my throat, his breath heating the skin. The head of his cock circled my cunt before seating just the tip. Easing a hand between us, his fingers slid around the head to force my opening wider.

  "Such a tight pussy, baby. So fucking swollen." He dragged his fingertips along the knot of flesh blocking further entrance to my pussy.

  I felt my clit slide up as my skin pulled tight in response and I gave another needy little moan. There was no way the swelling was going to go down, not while he was in the same room with me. I started to grind against his fingers and the fat head of his cock. Then my hips rocked with minute precision. Hard, rhythmic contractions squeezed the walls of my channel.

  "Fuck, Logan, fuck. Don't make me come before you're even in me."

  A wicked laugh an
d then he pulled his hand away. He reached up under my back to grip my shoulders from behind. His ass lifted up and I reached between us to reposition his cock.

  "Hold it straight, baby."

  I did and he started to make shallow dips against the entrance, all of his weight resting on his forearms and his toes as they dug into the mattress.

  "Stretch those legs wide...wider, baby."

  I moved my other hand down, my forearms pressing my thighs apart as my fingers brushed up and down his shaft, keeping him centered as I urged him on.

  He drove in, pushing half his length. "You're going to take it all, just like your sweet ass took every last inch."

  He pulled back out and then he sank balls deep. Half his weight settled on me, lifted, slammed into me, his hard hips hitting my generously padded ones.

  "God, yes. Harder, Logan. Fuck me harder."

  He lifted, descended, driving deep. He tilted his hips, angled his cock and dragged it roughly through me before thrusting back in. I moved with him, hips flexing, the muscles of my cunt rolling along his shaft, swallowing the thick tip and squeezing.

  "Fuck, baby, yes. Make that lovely cunt suck my dick."

  Hard, quick thrusts filled my pussy, the head traveling only a few inches inside me before he threw his weight into another push. He buried his face against my neck, sucking at the flesh, bruising it like he was bruising my thighs and the more tender tissues inside me.

  "You feel so good, Lily. So fucking perfect."

  I was coming and crying, tears wetting my cheeks, cum coating my thighs as his strokes grew longer and harder. I bucked against him, froze at the same time he did. Our bodies thawing in a flash to slam against one another in unison. Another freeze, another flash and then my pussy began to convulse. His cum gushed from him, the pulsing squirts of his climax following one after the other, my tissues so swollen and sensitive I could feel each ripple of liquid through his shaft.

  He drew a hard breath in and then his hips slowly rocked side to side as he gazed into my eyes, waiting until he saw the last jolt of my orgasm run through me before he stopped thrusting.

  Hovering over me in exhaustion, he pulled out and sat on the side of the bed for a second. Rolling toward him, I placed my palm against the small of his back and watched his expression from the corner of my eye.

  He blinked a couple of times, his top and bottom lip rolling against one another. I had never seen him do that before. My brain ran through half a dozen possible emotions I could assign to that continued lip roll. None of them comforted me -- remorse, guilt, a quiet revulsion…

  "I'm going to check on Stevie." Leaning to the side, he kissed my forehead -- another bad signal of his thoughts.

  I watched him grab his robe from the bathroom and wrap it around his gorgeous body. He glanced my way one last time before leaving the room, his gaze clouded and his mouth lifting in an attempted smile.

  Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I watched time flicker past. After ten minutes had elapsed, I retrieved my phone and keys from his ACU pockets and started getting dressed. I was just sliding my sandals on when Logan opened the door, one arm wrapped around a fresh blanket.

  His gaze dropped to my phone and keys then his brows drew together. "Why are you dressed?"

  I sucked a breath in. I had assumed he didn't want me to stay; now it looked like he did. His change of heart, if he had one, didn't matter. He had to think about whether he wanted me to stay and he had spent a dozen plus minutes doing so.

  "I need to go home."

  He tossed the blanket on the bed. The fabric landed on top of my keys and phone. I retrieved them and turned to leave. His hand curled around my elbow. I glanced up to find him doing that lip roll thing again. I shrugged, trying to extract my arm from his hand. His grip tightened and he stepped closer.

  "Your mom isn't expecting you for at least another hour." His thumb rubbed at my arm but his face refused to relax. "You could tell her you're staying or going to Emy's."

  I shook my head. Contrary to the huge mistake I'd just made, my parents trust me not to do anything stupid. I don't have to check in. I could stay the night if I wanted to, but I didn't. Morning would roll around and Logan would realize what he'd spent the night with. If I left now, I could pretend he found me desirable and always would.

  I pushed his hand away from my arm and took a single sidestep toward the door when his voice stopped me.

  "Why, Lily?" He turned, tracking me, and reached out to quietly shut the door. Placing one big palm against it, he blocked my exit. "What did I do wrong?"

  That he had to think about whether he wanted me to stay or go raged through my head.

  "This was all a big mistake." I winced at my use of big. The only big mistake in the room was me.

  "Tell me what I did wrong--"

  I shook my head, the motion so violent I got a little dizzy. My mouth moved, but nothing would come out. Inside my head, I yelled at myself not to cry or otherwise expose my emotions to him. He was a nice guy. He'd try to make me feel better and this would go on just long enough that I would never get over the night I had spent with him, even after he moved on.

  I dragged a deep breath in, still uncertain I could speak without breaking down into tears. I was great at hiding my hurt from my bitchy older sister, but this was Logan. Looking up at him, I tried to superimpose Jody's face over his. "Look, this was just some dumb carryover fantasy that I hadn't shed from being a kid."

  He moved closer, his heat and imposing body making it all but impossible to lie to him. His finger brushed along the underside of my chin until I gazed up at him. "That wasn't what I saw in your eyes the last time you were coming."

  He'd probably seen complete and utter adoration, maybe even love because, yeah, I'd been stupid enough to fall in love with a man like Logan despite his perfect body and the stick of a wife he'd been married to for over a decade.

  "It was a mistake," I repeated. "You're a great guy…an amazing dad, but--"

  Logan's eyes went blank. He reached past me to open the door then stepped back. "You can go now, Lillian. I'll get someone else to watch Stevie."

  My heart dropped in my chest. I didn't want to hurt Logan and I sure as hell didn't want Stevie to suffer. "Major…"

  He stiffened and I immediately corrected myself.

  "Logan, I don't want Stevie to think--" My mouth snapped shut. If I said another word I would start bawling my eyes out.

  "Don't worry, Lillian." Reaching down, he took the key chain from my hand and slowly unthreaded his house key from the loop. "A few days and he'll be all settled in with someone new."

  Sure, I thought, they both would.

  **********

  Summer for America's youth officially ended two weeks later when school resumed. It also meant that I started my senior year of college and scaled back my hours at work. Since I was no longer babysitting Stevie, my mom roped me into picking my little sister Rhea up from school and dropping her off at ballet a couple times a week.

  Whereas Jody is, and always has been, pure torture to be around, my parents more than made up for it by having Rhea. Rhea is one of the two most awesome kids in the universe, the other being Stevie. She is also just a year older than him. Jody calls Rhea "the mistake" because mom was supposed to be firmly past her childbearing years. Whenever that happens, I lightly elbow Rhea and tell her Jody has a stick up her butt and to ignore her. Jody hates that, but it shuts her up for a while or redirects her bitchiness towards me.

  It was on the first Friday of the new school year that Mrs. McBride stopped me with a hand on my shoulder as I waited out in the school parking lot. I recognized her from when she taught Rhea the year before.

  She held a thick folder in front of her, almost as if thrusting it at me. "Lily, dear, you babysit Stevie Jones after school, right?"

  My chest tightened, both with embarrassment and worry. It's not like I could explain that Logan had fucked then fired me, and I had been missing the little bug terribly. I
gave a tight smile and hoped I didn't look too guilty. "Just until my classes restarted. Is there something I can help with?"

  "Stevie's been out sick half the week and the major wasn't able to collect his homework." Her mouth puckering, she held the folder up. "I was going to drive it over, but my own sitter just called…"

  My chest tightening another notch, I grabbed the edge of the folder. "I'll take it over right after I drop Rhea off at ballet."

  Relief spread across her features and she relinquished her hold on the homework. "Great, thank you so much, dear."

  I nodded and smiled back just as Rhea bounded up and threw her arms around as much of my waist as she could encompass. Unlike most tweens, she's incredibly affectionate, even in public. I hugged her back then hustled her little butt into the car and off to ballet.

  Thirty minutes later I stood outside a house I hadn't visited in three weeks, my hand raised to knock but my body incapable of completing the motion. The door opened, Logan's gaze stern and his arms folded across his broad chest. He wore civilian clothing, the tight blue t-shirt showing off every bulge of muscle on his upper arms and torso.

  "What are you doing here, Lillian?"

  Great, he was still using my complete first name.

  My tongue didn't get a chance to unstick before Stevie shouted from somewhere inside.

  "Lily? Is Lily here?"

  Logan slowly shook his head, forbidding me to speak as he grabbed the folder in my hand.

  Stevie called out even louder. "Lily, are you here?"

  "Hey, little man!" I jerked the folder back from Logan. "I have your homework."

  I sucked a big breath in and held it while I waited for Logan's anger at my disobedience to materialize. I meant it when I said he is a great guy and an amazing dad. He is not at all the kind of man that explodes, but I'd never seen his expression so tense, not even when Mrs. Jones ran off.

  His eyes drifted shut, his face otherwise unyielding, and then he pivoted on one heel to let me pass. I hadn't gotten any smaller and the hall hadn't gotten any wider. My body brushed his as it always did. After a three-week absence, the usual flicker of need blazed high and I had to force my legs to take the next few steps away from him.