Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances)

by Vremont, Ann

  Starting, hell. I was maybe three licks from finishing. My cunt throbbed, the heavy drumbeat of arousal making my labia and clit jerk. Craig palmed a butt cheek with each hand, holding them separate as his thumbs caressed the muscled edge of my core.

  "Such a weepy little pussy," he murmured. "Has my little cub been getting all worked up these last few days knowing what goes on in these rooms? Were all the grunts and groans making her sweet cunt ache?"

  I had been dry until I walked into this room and saw Craig's glorious backside.

  "No," I moaned, a spasm rolling through me.

  "So this is all me." He laughed as I clenched then nuzzled his mouth against my pussy. "It's okay, cub, you don't have to admit it. Not like I didn't keep my mouth clamped this last year."

  Fuck, what was Craig implying? I screwed my eyes shut, wishing I could unhear what he had just said. It was part of the game, had to be. The man's eyes never settled on me in the newsroom. I spent half of every meeting thinking he actively disliked me.

  His nose pressed against my perineum as his tongue pressed deep to puncture my bubble of doubt. Screw it. I would believe him for the length of the session, let the idea that Craig had been secretly lusting after me keep my pussy wet and aching. Then I would promptly discard it again because it would be too easy for him to break my heart with his little game.

  And because of that fantasy, I would write the best damn feature article ever. E-V-E-R!

  Groaning, he reached behind him and grabbed the almond lube and condom from the counter. He placed them on the small of my back then started the slow process of pulling my panties off. He kissed his way across my ass and down my thighs as the fabric slipped from my body.

  I stepped out of my underwear. He rubbed the back of my calves. "Why haven't I seen these heels in the newsroom?"

  "New." I moaned.

  "Don't hide them at the back of your closet after the story is finished. Damn crime." He pushed against the inside of my knees. "Spread your legs, cub."

  I did as ordered, a surprised gasp escaping me as the room's air brushed against my wet inner lips, cooling the fire that Craig had expertly stoked.

  "Cold baby?" He rubbed his thumb between my labia, slicking it with a thin layer of cream before he massaged tight circles against the hood of my clit.

  My knees dipped, lust eroding my ability to keep them straight.

  "Keep that ass high." Growling, he swatted my bottom with his free hand.

  "Craig!" Had he really just spanked me?

  "Shut it." He swatted me again, his thumb continuing to trace my sex in a conflicting pattern of pleasure. "Unless it’s your safe word, all I want to hear are moans of please, more, harder and yessir."

  "Yes, sir." I didn’t want him to spank me again, didn’t want another chance to find out if I liked it -- especially when it was my previously unattainable boss doing the spanking.

  Craig took the bottle of lubricant and squirted a warm dollop into my pussy. His tongue followed the slick liquid, spreading it around the opening and deeper inside.

  Gripping the edge of the table, I rocked against his mouth, low moans scraping along my throat. "Mmm…ahmm."

  "Mmm…Magenta?" Teasing me, he swiped his tongue over the smooth skin of my perineum. As he licked it again, his finger stroked my clit and two thick thumbs fucked in and out of my pussy.

  "No," I gasped. "Don't stop."

  "Continuing would be my pleasure, cub." Craig took the bottle and shot a stream against my tailbone. The liquid dripped down the crack of my ass to where he now had three fingers buried deep inside my tightening cunt. He started with his tongue at the opening of my pussy, laving up the perineum to circle the presumably rosy ring of my anus.

  I tensed and he pulled back.

  "Cub?"

  I gave a vigorous shake of my head and pushed against his fingers, milking them with my pussy. I sucked a shuddering breath in, on the verge of climaxing even as his tongue threatened my ass. If anything, the threat pushed me closer to the edge.

  When his tongue actually dipped in, I cried out, my fingers curling around the table and my thigh muscles bunched so tight my body vibrated. Fuck that was beyond intimate. The ultimate in acceptance. Could a lover sampling me there not accept the rest of me? Was Craig actually serious about desiring me?

  Licking me there, he added a fourth finger inside my cunt. I cried out again, my hips jerking violently as I knotted around him.

  "Oh, you’re not going to come yet, cub. Not that easily." Craig grabbed the condom wrapper then quickly stood to sheathe his cock. Positioning it against the opening to my pussy, he tormented me with its thick, flared cap.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw the fat stalk. He rocked up on his toes, forcing the head up my perineum and above the crown of my ass so I could see his erection. Damn was he big. I blinked once, blinked again and kept my eyes closed. I didn’t need to see it, didn’t want it etched in my memory the next time I took a lover to bed.

  "Cub?"

  "Fuck me," I moaned, squirming against Craig, encouraging him to enter me.

  He spread my ass cheeks and squirted the lubricant down my tight little hole, his thumbs working its exterior, massaging the round globes of my bottom as he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy. He slipped his thumb into my ass and I pushed against him, burying his cock in me.

  "Slow…" He warned me, gently stroking his thumb inside me. "The client runs the show...didn’t the girls tell you that?"

  "Yes." The word escaped in a hot moan. I wondered how he knew, didn't want to think of sweet, sassy Salome down on her knees with Craig’s cock in her mouth.

  The image wouldn't rise up, not with Craig claiming my pussy in long measured thrusts, the pace a slow maddening in and out while his thumb stayed immobile inside me, possessing me with an unfamiliar fullness. I was shaking again, my body wound so tight I could have climbed the ceiling.

  I lifted one leg onto the table, changing the angle of his thrust. Fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck. I drew my arms close to my sides and tightened my torso to keep my climax at bay.

  "Dayum, baby girl. I like how you go after a story." He ran his hand under my leg to tease my clit. "Come for me, Valerie. Come so I can fuck this sweet, lush ass."

  As if I’d been waiting for his permission, I started to unravel. Moaning, I jerked against him, my torso lifting from the table as I contracted and shook around his cock and thumb, cream seeping past the tight seal of his dick inside me to coat his palm as I came.

  I dropped my head, panting, groaning, twisting on him. "More."

  "Baby, you’re taking it all."

  "Then harder," I whimpered.

  "Fuck, cub. I take you any harder and you might break." He nibbled at my ear, ran his teeth down my throat. "I can feel your pulse grabbing my cock, feel your cum on my thighs. You’re still shaking from it."

  I twisted my head, looked at him through half shut lids, panting through the last waves of my release. When my body relaxed a fraction, Craig withdrew. He turned me so I faced him then his strong arms lifted me onto the table. He put my feet up, intentionally hooking the platform heels at the edge of the table before he pulled my ass to the edge.

  Still rock hard, I could see he hadn't climaxed yet. He put a fresh condom on anyway then fisted more lube onto his shaft. Once his cock was coated, he ran a slick finger into my ass.

  Oh my -- this was really going to happen. Never mind that it had been eighteen months since I last got laid. No man had ever talked me into letting him invade the hole I was lustfully ready to surrender to Craig. My pussy sobbed enviously, each protesting contraction pushing out almond scented cream.

  Tossing my head back, I grabbed my ankles while my chest bobbed from the need running through me. Craig threaded his hands through the tangle of my arms and legs until he could grab my hips. Grip tightening, he pressed the tip of his cock against my ass. I clenched my perineum, groaning as both holes tightened simultaneously.

  He pushed in, slow an
d steady until my body accepted the full head. I continued panting, on the verge of hyperventilating.

  "Breathe with me, Val. I can't fuck this sweet ass if you pass out on me."

  I nodded, dropped my head to look at him, meeting his gaze head on. I thought he would be looking at my tits, or my cunt or that sweet spot he was inching his way into, but he was watching my face.

  "God, you’re so beautiful." He settled into me, then lowered my legs from the table until I was perched on the edge, our bodies chest to chest and his weight supporting me. "I was wondering when I’d ever get to tell you that."

  Stunned by the admission, I watched Craig silently, waiting for him to do something. The delay made my pussy ache, the muscles contracting around the void inside me.

  "You've never done this, have you, cub?"

  I shook my head.

  He blinked, his lower lip trembling until he bit down on it. "Then it's your show, baby girl. You decide when and how to move. Just start slow."

  Nodding, I put my arms behind me to support more of my weight. I cautiously tilted my hips forward. Craig groaned, I groaned with him and slowly rocked back. I teased both of our bodies in a gentle seesaw, testing my limits, searching for the point where the sensation moved from intense pleasure to discomfort. Not finding it, I tightened around him and continued rocking slowly.

  "Mmm…" His head rolled back for a second before he jerked it forward to look at me. "Your sweet ass is a natural, baby. If I couldn't see the truth written across your beautiful face, I'd think you just lied to me."

  I bit at my lip, wanting to cry but not wanting to spoil the moment. Twice he had said something about me being beautiful. I inhaled, the air rattling through me from the way my body shook. All those months of feeling invisible to him had changed the way I dressed, the way I talked. I had become less outgoing at work and that spilled over into everything else.

  "Stay with me, cub."

  I looked at him, surprised by the concern twisting his features. Blinking suddenly, I felt tears splash on my cheeks.

  His hands tightened on my hips, restraining the gentle rocking pattern I had fallen into. "Am I hurting you?"

  Yeah, but I couldn't tell him where he was hurting me. Not where he thought.

  I shook my head. "I'm just a little overwhelmed."

  Releasing my hips, he started to retreat.

  "No!" I clutched at him, my body aching too badly to be ashamed. Cupping his elbows, I tugged until he seated his cock deep inside my ass.

  "Back against the table, baby." He pushed lightly against my torso until I complied.

  Neither of us moving below the waist, Craig massaged my breasts as he sucked at his bottom lip. He pinched the nipples, drew them taut, rolled them, his movements deep and concentrated.

  "Damn, I missed these," he rasped. He must have seen the confusion in my face because he grinned sheepishly. "That pale blue blouse you wore a couple of times your first few months."

  Leaning over me, his dick retreating half way as he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His explanation momentarily ceased as he laved and lipped the small bud to a sharper point. "It was so deliciously low cut I couldn't even look at you after the first time you wore it. I had an erection the whole fucking day, little girl."

  Stunned again, I stared at him.

  Lifting his head to find me dumbfounded, he chuckled. "What has you so surprised? You had to have known -- you bought a whole new wardrobe by the fourth month. I kept waiting for HR to come in and counsel me."

  The man was an idiot.

  We both were.

  "Talking time is over." I pushed back up, my weight on my elbows as I nudged him with my shoulders and breasts until he straightened. I resumed the slow rocking, fucking my ass up and down his cock.

  Each forward tilt rubbed my mound against the hard plane of his stomach, my swollen labia sliding to tease my clit. Clenching my thighs hard against his hips, I locked my ankles behind him and lifted my ass off the table. His eyes went wide, like he was seriously enjoying the moment or trying to look at all of me at once, but he stayed focused on my face.

  I smiled, my lower lip sucked in as I forced myself to concentrate on the slide of him inside me. I bobbed my ass, short little thrusts that kept my mound bumping hard against him. I kept rocking even as sweat beaded on me, rolled down my breasts and the sides of my stomach.

  Now Craig was the one panting, trembling, knuckles white as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my hips.

  "You’re killing me here, Val."

  I wanted to tell him to "shut it," knew I wouldn’t get the first letter out before it turned into a moan or something stupid. Some stupid female declaration that would rob the moment of its carnal perfection. So I squeezed him tighter, made my thrusts shorter, faster. I felt each movement on my clit, in my pussy and ass, saw Craig give himself over as he flung his head back then jerked forward.

  "Losing it, Val." His pupils expanded, filling the sea green irises until he squeezed his eyes shut, face locked in a grimace as he shuddered and came, holding me tight until I cried out my own release and fell back onto the table.

  I whimpered as he started to pull out. He shushed me. Taking his time withdrawing, he lifted my leg, kissed the inside of my knee. He kept me spread, massaged my thighs until he was completely out.

  "You’re shivering, cub."

  I glared at him -- or tried to. It was hard to glare when I was so sated my bones had dissolved. "You were calling me Val a few seconds ago."

  His mouth quirked in a smile. He pulled me up until I was sitting on the table. Bending down, he scooped up his robe then threaded my arms through the flimsy silk fabric and tied it around my waist.

  Nuzzling me, he kissed the curve where neck met shoulder, his hands running along the sides of my trembling body. "Story’s not done, cub. I believe that was the agreement."

  "And it’s got to be good," I reminded.

  He knotted one hand in my hair, pulled my head back until his lips were poised against mine and I could see his pulse dancing in his pupils. "Believe me, it was. Best I've ever had."

  He kissed me then, our first kiss, and I closed my eyes, melting into him as his tongue gently explored my mouth. I was pretty sure Belinda Lee hadn’t included that kiss when she was ringing up the bill.

  The three seventy five wouldn’t begin to cover it.

  Still holding me, he broke the kiss, rubbed his rough cheek against mine. "Who would believe, Valerie Lane quiet at last?"

  I tilted my head, watching him from the corner of my eye as he brushed a lock of hair from my shoulder.

  "Please, I’m thinking. I do that every now and then."

  He cinched me tighter to him, subconsciously telling me he wasn’t ready to let go. "About what?"

  Things. Stupid, stupid, girl things. But I couldn’t say them, not to him -- not yet. I smiled, stalling for time. "Well, I have another column to fill. You know?"

  He closed his eyes, brushed his lips against me as he breathed deeply. "Meaning?"

  My tongue darted out, surprising his lips into opening. I traced their edge, kissed him deeper before pulling back and drowning in the sea green gaze. I buried my face against his neck. Craig had started this game, been the first to risk rejection and reprimand.

  Now it was my turn.

  He tilted my chin up, repeating his question so that I was forced to make the next move.

  Bringing my mouth to his once more, I kissed him. "I never said Magenta."

  ********************

  Somehow, I managed to return home, write my final draft, and submit it by the deadline for Sunday's feature. Gone was the distance and the lukewarm observation of my earlier drafts. The words became wetter, hotter -- so hot I expected Craig to send me copy back bleeding red to keep the advertisers in their comfort zone. He didn't. He just bled over a few typos and added a single editorial comment. Seeing the embellished Delicious! on the image file for the column's mark-up, I hoped like he
ll it boded well for another round or ten with my sexy boss.

  Nothing else that weekend did. Other than communicating with me electronically on the story, Craig was silent. Understandable -- putting the Sunday issue together is like herding cats while wrestling an anaconda. Anyone stuck on the desk leaves the paper around 2 am on Sunday and crashes until dinner.

  To calm my nerves, I went shopping Sunday and bought a pair of blue suede stilettos that matched the color of the long absent blouse.

  Not that I was desperate to attract Craig's attention Monday morning.

  Yeah -- right.

  As it was, he strolled into the morning editorial meeting five minutes late with Dalton Hayes sniffing at his heels. A minute later, Craig strolled out, attending the meeting just long enough to announce Dalton would be running assignments for the next thirty days and that anyone whining would be summarily executed.

  Typical Monday morning, Craig didn't once glance my way. Assignments were made, the meeting ended and I retreated to my desk. Five minutes later, Dalton tapped me on the shoulder and gestured for me to follow him to his almost office. Really it's a desk in a corner with a partition closing off a third side. Still, it's a step up from the open bay of the newsroom. It's also four real doors down from Craig's office.

  "What's up," I asked, settling into the folding chair Dalton kept along one wall.

  His gaze skipped around before reaching on my face, his cheeks lightly colored. "Have you seen all the comments on your feature?"

  I tried to remain nonchalant. Truth was, I had re-read every single comment at least once and saved several more to file. Less than twenty-four hours after it went live, it was the most commented on article for the online version of the paper in over a year. After the first two hundred comments poured in, someone in the advertising department woke the webmaster with the order to split the story into twice as many pages and fill the remaining space with more ads.

  "Yeah, pretty good response." I shifted against the hard metal of the chair, less than all of my ample bottom confined to its surface. The feature was climbing toward two thousand responses before the meeting started and all I had to show for it so far was a single Delicious!