Plus-Sized Perfection

by Sam Crescent

  One of her hands left him, and she moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but vibrating up his dick as she began to finger her pussy.

  “Are you wet, baby?” he asked.

  “Very wet.”

  “Let me have a taste.”

  She held up her fingers, and he licked them, tasting her. He could lick her pussy all day long, and one day soon, he intended to do just that.

  When it came to Payton, she fired his blood in ways that continued to surprise him. Women were something that he had used to scratch an itch, and with Payton, he didn’t want to use her. He wanted so much more.

  After knowing her a handful of hours, he wanted her in every single way. Pushing all of his crazy thoughts to one side, he watched as she sucked his cock and fingered her pussy. His orgasm began to build, and he knew with the way her body was moving that she was also getting closer to hers. She took him deep.

  Thrusting his cock up into her mouth, he gripped the back of her head, moaning as his orgasm washed over him. He filled her mouth, and she swallowed down his cum. Even as he was coming down from his high, Payton cried out her own release, her head resting against his leg as she shook from the power of her orgasm. He stroked her hair, wishing he was balls deep inside her, feeling every ripple, every pulse.

  When it was over, their breakfast lay cold on the table. He was still reeling from his feelings for her.

  “I had no intention of doing that,” she said, looking up at him.

  “Me neither.” He stroked his thumb across her lip, feeling a turning point in his own life. “When I saw you across the floor at that charity event for kids, I knew I was going to have you. I didn’t even know you, nor had I seen your face. Your ass told me the whole story.”

  She laughed. “So my ass got me the job and also got me laid? Should I give it a pat as a reward?”

  “I have no idea what is happening here, Payton. No idea at all.”

  “Let’s not put a label on it, or anything. Can’t we just see where this is going? It hasn’t been all that long.”

  “You know about me, about my past relationships?” he asked.

  “I know you go through women faster than underwear. I don’t want our time here to be labeled with me forever. Who I sleep with is my business, and I don’t want to advertise it for the world.”

  “We’ve been seen together,” he said.

  “I know, but neither of us has commented on what it meant.”

  He’d seen the newspapers from the restaurant he took her to. The speculation was rife as to what Payton Hicks meant to him.

  ****

  Monday, two weeks later

  The first shoot with Elise was pushed back for two weeks because of some timing conflicts between outfits and photographers. Payton didn’t mind as she was used to things not going according to plan. That was part of her life. Schedules were always changing, as were sets, and even people changed.

  The first shoot was to be taken on the main street outside of Hunter’s office building. Elise wanted to start simple, so they had cameras set up in six different places, all being managed by one guy.

  Antonio was amazing, and she had worked with him many times. Elise and the beauty crew were all there to give any touchups that needed to be set. Today’s shoot was to show off the business wear of Elise’s designs. This was what Payton loved about Elise’s fashion, this entire range went from work, standard, and evening wear. There was lingerie, and even nightwear. Everything was scaled to be an affordable price but quality.

  Like always, Rick was on set, keeping an eye on things behind the camera. There were several other models as well. One of them had given Payton the cold shoulder. She didn’t mind. Britney, the other model, was really nice, and she had worked with the other woman before, Claire her name was. They had done a set together for some jeans, and it had been a huge success, and a lot of fun.

  At the beginning of the set, Hunter hadn’t showed, and she was more than fine with that. She had spent the past two weekends with him, and their relationship wasn’t just about sex. She was kidding herself to ever think it could have ever been about sex. Not a chance at all.

  They had gone to see a couple of movies together, been dancing, or had stayed in, and watched television shows while binging on fast food. He made her laugh, and of course there had been a lot of sex.

  Even now, standing out in the cold—the day was really cold considering it was summer—her body was heating at the memory of what his hands and mouth could do. He loved licking her pussy, and he also liked biting her ass.

  She had to hold off on the lingerie shoot because she had a Hunter size bruise on her ass where he’d bit her. It had all been playful and fun. There was a chance that he had a bruise himself seeing as she’d bitten his ass as well.

  “You okay?” Marcel asked.

  Marcel was one of the male models. He was a nice guy, and not totally full of his own ego.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

  “It’s bloody cold, but then what do you expect?” Marcel was also British. “It’s great to have a real feel for the shoot though. Work clothes, and entering a business. It works.”

  “I know. Elise is fantastic, and when she spoke about what she wanted, I jumped right on it. She felt if you’re going to produce a line of clothing, then you need to market them for everyday use. I agreed with her. Sorry you’re so cold.” She crossed her arms, and rubbed her arms. “The weather did say it was picking up tomorrow.”

  “Shame it couldn’t be today. Tomorrow is the comfy winter shot. We’re all going to be boiling our nuts off.”

  She burst out laughing. “The trials we must go through for our work.”

  “Marcel, hair needs you,” Hunter said, coming toward them.

  Smiling at Marcel, she turned to Hunter. “Hey,” she said.

  “I trust that you weren’t flirting with Marcel?”

  She sighed. “So every person who smiles and has a conversation is now flirting?”

  “Marcel is a player.”

  “So are you.” She stepped closer to him, angry that he would question her. “I told you there is no one else. Do not be that guy, Hunter.” Stepping away from him, she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

  Entering the room, she stood at the sink, and released a breath. Their relationship was private, and she didn’t want people to think that she had gotten this job because she fucked the boss.

  This was why she never mixed business with pleasure. Working Hunter could be such a dick. When they were alone, he was so sweet, so charming.

  “I’m sorry,” Hunter said, entering he bathroom.

  “I don’t want to accept your apology. I was talking with Marcel. He’s a fellow model who I’ve worked with before. He’s a genuinely nice guy. I’m not a cheater, Hunter. I don’t pit one man against the other.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. The moment I said it, I regretted it. I hate that they can talk to you, touch you, and I have to wait until we’re alone.” He stepped up close to her. He tucked some curls behind her ear. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all morning.”

  She placed her hands on his chest. “Then kiss me, Hunter. No one is here to see. Kiss me. I’m all yours.”

  He pressed her up against the sink, and his lips were on hers. His kiss was hard, brutal, and so possessive. It was like he was trying to brand her as his own with his kiss alone. She was all his. She didn’t belong to anyone else, and never would. Her body belonged to him.

  Hunter made her break all of her rules, and she relished it. One of his hands went to her knee, and began to lift the skirt she was wearing.

  She whimpered. Her pussy was already soaking. Holding onto his hand, she shook her head. “Not right now. Tonight,” she said, pressing another kiss to his lips.

  He groaned. “You’re a tease, woman.”

  “And you’re a pain in the ass.”

  She slid from around him, and made her way back outside. Rick was waiting, and his arms were folded. The worry w
as clear on his face.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “You know what. I’m worried about you.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “He’s the first guy that you have ever sneaked around on a shoot with. I’ve seen some of the pictures online, Payton.”

  She ran fingers through her hair and watched as Hunter came out of the bathroom. Closing her eyes, she licked her lips, and released a sigh. “I’m going to go out to Elise.”

  She left the lobby and made her way back toward the main front. Marcel was doing his shots, and she stood next to Elise, arms folded.

  “Are you okay?” Elise asked.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  Rick came out ten minutes later, and after another three hours of shooting, Elise was happy, and they called it a day. Payton wasn’t done, though, as she and Rick had another interview to go to.

  Once they were in his car she knew he was going to say something.

  “Whatever you’re going to say, just say it,” she said.

  “I’m worried about you. No man has ever come between you and work before.”

  “It’s not coming between me now.”

  “You’ve spent the past two weekends with him. When you were dating, you rarely saw the guy. You’d have dinner with him once in a blue moon, and then kindly end things. With Hunter, you’re working for him, and now you’re seeing him. Movies, dinners, business. I thought you didn’t want to be seen like this.”

  “I didn’t screw my way into this job. You told me to take it, remember?”

  “I know, and I’m wondering if I should have. He’s a player.”

  “All men are players, Rick. So were you until you met Francine.”

  “And you have blown me off three times to be with Hunter. You are my best friend, Payton. I would do anything for you. You know that. I’m with you every step of the way. Francine, she knows what I do, and I know she would love to meet you. Everyone who sees us together thinks we’re an item until they see us together, together. Francine asked me if I love you. I do love you, and I told her that, but I love you like a damn sister!”

  Guilt swamped her. “You’re angry because I didn’t meet her?”

  “I’ve pushed everything else aside for you. When I’ve been asked to choose between my work and them, I’ve always chosen you. I like Francine. I wanted you to meet her seeing as you’re the one that encouraged me to go on not one date, but all of them.”

  “You’re right. I’m so sorry. I’ve been … this is crazy.”

  “Do you have feelings for Hunter?” he asked.

  “I think I do. I know I love being around him, and I don’t feel like I’m being judged when I’m with him. I tell you what. Let me make it up to you. My place, I will make dinner. I’ll invite Hunter, and we can have a double date. How is that?”

  “If you would like to do that.”

  “Don’t make me beg. Please, let me make it up to you, and I can be a better friend to you,” she said.

  “Okay, fine. I hope you like Francine.”

  “You like her, and I know I will.”

  Silence fell between them, and she felt a little better knowing she could make it up to him.

  “Do be careful of him, Payton. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

  She didn’t want to get hurt either.

  Chapter Seven

  Hunter covered Payton’s eyes as she was standing in his office overlooking the city. It had been a week worth of shooting, and he’d spent way too much time overseeing it. This was Elise’s little baby, and she had told him to keep his nose out of it. Only family could talk to him like that.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey.” Payton spun around, smiling. “So, are you coming to dinner tomorrow night with Rick and his girlfriend.”

  “I’ve not seen you all week. Between work and everything else, can’t I just have you all to myself?”

  “No, you can’t. I promised him, okay? Please, say you will come.”

  “Fine, fine, I’ll be there.”

  “Excellent.” She patted his chest and walked around him. He took hold of her hand, and pulled her close. Pressing his lips to hers, she melted against him, and this was what he adored more than anything, the way she pressed against him.

  It was like her body called to him in ways that he didn’t understand.

  “I’ve got to head out, do some shopping.”

  “You’re not going to order takeout?”

  “Hunter, this is my best friend who is serious about this girl. I’m not just going to order some takeout.” She put a hand on her hip. “Come with me,” she said.

  “Come with you where?”

  “Come shopping with me. Not clothes or fancy stuff either. There’s a supermarket not far from where I live. Come on. It will be a lot of fun.”

  “I’ve not shopped for groceries since I was a little boy.”

  She rolled her eyes. “And I bet your mother is ashamed of that. Come on, hot shot. Let’s get you out in the big old wide world.” She moved toward his desk, and he laughed as she closed down his computer, grabbed his cell phone and keys, heading toward the elevator.

  “You’re kidnapping me?”

  “For a good cause.” They went down toward his car, and she climbed behind the wheel.

  “That’s not happening.”

  “What’s the matter, you don’t want me to drive your precious car?” she asked, strapping in.

  “Do you think you can handle a car? I’ve not seen you drive.”

  “Get in, Hunter. You probably don’t even know what a supermarket looks like.” She gripped the steering wheel, and he closed the door, rounding the vehicle and climbing inside.

  “I do not like this. I do know what a supermarket is like.” This was the strangest date he’d been on.

  Wait, it wasn’t a date. Nothing was a date unless it had fancy clothes, and sex guaranteed at the end.

  “Buckle up,” she said, already pulling out of his parking space, and heading off into some unknown direction.

  He didn’t like being in the passenger seat.

  “Your car is so nice and smooth,” she said. “You’ve got a thing for leather.”

  “It came custom with the car.” He folded his arms.

  “I’ve told you about my parents and my lack of a relationship with them. Tell me about your parents,” she said. “Do you still talk with them?”

  “Yes, I do. We’re still close. They still live in the home they raised me in, and they visit me from time to time. The corporate world was never for them. All my life they encouraged me to be what I wanted to be.” He loved his parents, and glancing over at Payton, he knew they would love her as well. “My mom was a stay-at-home mom, always taking care of her family. I was an only child. My parents couldn’t have any more children. I know they wanted more, and they want grandkids as well.”

  “Do you think you’ll ever be a father?”

  “Do you think you’ll ever be a mother?”

  She laughed. “I asked first, but you want to be difficult, fine, I will. Yes, I see myself as a mother. I never thought I’d be a model if I’m being honest. I’ve heard some bad horror stories. Women having to make the choice between their career and motherhood. Being super slim has its advantages and disadvantages.” She patted the steering wheel. “I like the thought of being a mom. I can imagine taking her out to the park, or standing baking cookies together.”

  As she spoke about it, he imagined her in a large country style house with a kitchen that was homey. Flour all over the place, including all over her. A little girl standing on a stool, rolling out dough looking as messy as the work surface.

  He rubbed at his chest as his heart seemed to tighten.

  “I would love to be a mother. I’d call my first daughter Bethany. Your turn.”

  “I honestly don’t know. Being a father isn’t something I’ve thought all that much about to be honest. It has always been work, and one new venture after another. I want to
make my parents proud.”

  “I don’t think you need to be a dad to make them proud. I bet they already are.”

  “I know they are. I also know that they don’t want to see me grow old and lonely. I think that is their biggest fear. I’ll spend all this time working, and not enough time building a family.”

  “Family is really important. I think so anyway. I know I’ve got a messed-up relationship with my parents, but one day soon I want to settle down, have a family. I don’t imagine being in front of the camera all my life. It’s not what I want to do.”

  They pulled up into a very busy parking lot. She found a space, pulled into it, and he cringed as she seemed to be close to other cars.

  “You are such a wuss,” she said, laughing. “It’s a car, not a newborn baby.”

  She climbed out of the car, and he followed behind her.

  “Do you cook for Rick often?” he asked.

  “No. If we’re running behind schedule and have some stuff to go over, he’ll stay for dinner. I told you, we’re friends.”

  “I know. Just making conversation.”

  She nodded. “Here, push this. You look totally out of your depth.”

  “Does the suit give it away?”

  “No. You look pale. Don’t worry. No one will think you’re going soft.” She patted his chest, and away they went, heading into the supermarket.

  He hadn’t stepped foot inside one of these places ever since he’s made his first million. Shopping for himself had never been important. He watched Payton as she gathered fresh ingredients, and she seemed totally happy and relaxed.

  “You’re aware that no one cares who you are, right? We’re just two people shopping late on a Friday evening.” She put a hand on her hip as they made their way to the abundant meat counter. He just kept on watching her as it was something he enjoyed doing.

  Payton was a down to earth woman. She didn’t need all the flowers, the designers, and everything else.

  After he had stepped out of the bathroom, Rick had warned him, had told him that he better not play with Payton, to keep it straight with her, as otherwise he would have to deal with him.