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

by Vremont, Ann

  She found "Loren" exactly where she had cuffed him, his attention laser-focused on the doorway and the hall behind her, his free hand an inch from the gun hidden beneath the pillow.

  "It’s just you and me, baby." She reached the edge of the bed and bent down until her lips were against his ear. "Under surveillance, no doubt."

  Putting on a show for the infrareds, she walked the perimeter of the mattress, lifted his free hand and drew the handcuff key from it. She set the key on the nightstand and then secured his wrist. Stepping back, she considered her next move.

  Loren decided for her. "Take your clothes off."

  He sounded like a man ready to fuck, but that couldn't be the case. He was playing a part, just as she needed to. She brushed a thumb over the button on her pants. In the five months since her retirement and the year before that fighting to keep her commission, she had grown eight sizes. She had been a big girl to begin with, scraping by at each weigh-in just a few grams below the ceiling for female helicopter pilots.

  She chewed at her bottom lip as her thumb slowly unthreaded the button. A stranger, she couldn't expect Loren to react any kinder to her body than her ex-husband had. Hell, Ronnie was just an okay looking guy, truth be told, and he had found her seriously lacking before the weight gain. What would a man like Loren, with the body and face of a god, think?

  "Lose the pants, Amanda." Bright blue eyes glittered dangerously at her and an almost smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

  Part of her wanted to run and hide in a set of oversized sweats, but too much depended on putting on a good show. Not just Loren's escape but her own freedom now that she had aided him. She reminded herself that she had trained for subterfuge like this, even if she had no real experience. And she had changed before strange good looking men dozens of times under situations just as deadly.

  Still, she was in no hurry to be naked in front of such a gorgeous specimen of masculinity who was only in her bed because his alternative was a street full of civilian casualties.

  "Quit stalling."

  She sighed, thankful she had burned her granny panties last week in an attempt to ease the increasingly dark, self-loathing mood that had gripped her after her forced retirement. Pressing her lips together, she finished unbuttoning her dress pants and let them fall to the floor. Without them, only black lace panties and a matching garter belt attached to black silk stockings covered the lower half of her body .

  Loren surprised her again. His gaze jumped to her exposed flesh. His nostrils flared and a bright flush of color darkened his cheeks. When he looked up to meet her gaze, he lifted one dark brow. "Now the top."

  Taking her time, she undid the buttons, watching him stare at her chest as it came into view inch by inch. "You don’t get out much, do you?"

  His focus zeroed in on her fingers working the next to last button, Loren offered a tight, "No ma’am."

  "Ma’am?" Her hands froze over the last button.

  "I mean..." Looking up, he blushed again.

  She scowled. He damn well better not call her Major.

  "No, Amanda. We're kept on a very short chain where I serve." His lips parted softly and she saw the tip of his tongue come to rest against his upper teeth for a second before he spoke again. "So continue."

  Now he really sounded like a man ready to fuck.

  Flexing his outspread arms, he drew his bottom lip in and held it between his teeth, a growl vibrating in his chest signaling his growing impatience.

  With his eyes on her hands, she looked down his body as she unfastened the last button. The thick bulge of an erection pressed against his zipper.

  She groaned softly then shrugged her blouse off and stepped to the foot of the bed. Bending over to pull his shoes and socks off, she heard his matching groan as her breasts tried to escape the black shelf bra she wore.

  The sound soaked her pussy.

  Her entire being shaking with anticipation, she crawled up his body until she was at the waist of his jeans. She covered the fly with her palm, cupping the hard cock beneath her hand -- hard and big enough to make her heart do a double back flip.

  Gripping the edge of the waist band, she thumbed the single button open. Now it was her turn to suck her bottom lip in as the tip of his cock bobbed up past the band of his briefs.

  He shifted his hips, his stomach tensing as she traced the top of his penis.

  "I don’t get it, Amanda. You have medals of valor--"

  She stopped him with a coy glance up. "You’ve been in my panty drawer, I see."

  His cheeks colored pink but he pushed on. "Why are you helping me?"

  "I know what they can do."

  Loren shook his head. "You don’t know what I’ve done -- what I can do."

  "No, but I’m about to find out." She dropped her gaze to her hands, the metal zipper beneath her fingertips and the hard bulge beneath the white briefs.

  With the fly fully open, she slid back down his body, pulling the jeans from him. She folded the band to the briefs down once and dipped her head. Her tongue darted out, swirled the fat tip. Loren moaned, lifting his hips so she could strip the underwear from him.

  His cock surged forward and she wrapped her lips around the top, bobbing and sucking. The shaft too long and thick for her to reach its base, she groaned around it as her pussy swelled with need.

  He lifted his hips, straining against the cuffs as he murmured her name. She rolled and reached along the edge of her hose to release the garter clips.

  "Just the panties off," he rasped.

  A tremor ran across her breasts and stomach at the command. Nodding, she unlaced the side panels on her underwear and let them fall to the floor. Rolling back to him, she straddled his hips and reached between her legs to wrap a hand around his cock.

  Her pussy already contracted in anticipation of holding him inside her, the deep internal pulse of her cunt so strong she could feel it in her swollen breasts and nipples. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him.

  "And the bra..."

  Hearing the rough bark, she looked up to see the blue irises thick with veins of black. She had guessed the reaction would occur if he was properly aroused, the bio-engineered responses of his body not limited to fighting, but to fucking or any other strong passion as well.

  A long buried emotion uncurled inside her chest.

  "Now, Amanda."

  He was the one in handcuffs but she had no intention of disobeying him. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She teased the straps over her shoulders and brought her hands around to the full cups. She let the fabric fall to his stomach and then lightly dragged the lace across his skin.

  He rattled his cuffs, his cock jerking inside her at the same time his body tensed. "Hold them for me."

  Amanda cradled her large breasts.

  He blinked, slow as a shock victim. "Squeeze them."

  She did, simultaneously bearing down on his cock with her cunt. She rocked forward, squeezed, rock back, squeezed. He felt huge inside her, almost too huge. But she was slick and hot inside, had never been so receptive as right then in her entire life. She moaned, biting her lip as a flurry of contractions trembled around his cock.

  Loren strained, trying to reach her. Pivoting forward, she felt his lips close around her nipple. He sucked more of the breast into his mouth, his tongue working the sensitive flesh.

  Her body trembling, she let go of her breasts and grabbed him by the shoulders. He tugged her closer with his mouth then released the nipple to kiss her neck and jaw. His lips trailed across her throat, back over her breast. Dragging the bracelets as close to the center of the headboard as its design would allow, he inched down the bed until the handcuffs stopped him.

  He growled.

  Looking down, Amanda caught the intent of his gaze and wrapped her hands around the top of the headboard for support. She pulled her body higher until her pussy was even with his mouth. Loren slid his tongue between her lower lips, her body erupting in quivering jerks. He answered
her response with a moan that rumbled against her hot, aching sex.

  His mouth angling up, Loren nibbled the folds of her labia then licked a line down her clit. He suckled there, his tongue dancing under the hood to bully the pearl inside. Her hips bucked and she cried his name -- the name she’d given him.

  She brushed her cheek against his open palm, his fingers curling at the contact. She sucked two into her mouth, kissing and licking at them in a mock fellatio as his tongue and lips attacked her clit. She rubbed her pussy up and down, sucking at his fingers while she returned to roughly squeezing and pinching her breasts.

  Muscles tightened, heat flared across her skin. Ass clenching, her cunt contracted around nothing. She bore down, back arching like a cat as she pushed hard circles against his mouth, moaning and gasping as she came.

  Once the last quiver rolled through her, Amanda eased down his body. Kissing him, she licked her juices from his lips then invaded his mouth with her tongue.

  She wrapped her hand around Loren's cock. Ending the kiss, she reared back, her fingers holding him straight as she prepared to impale herself on his cock.

  "So fucking beautiful." Blue eyes pierced her as she sank quickly onto his shaft. He repeated the words as she wrapped her arms around her head and began to grind hard and fast against him.

  Tension and heat claimed her again, her swollen clit a hard, thrumming line of pleasure as his cock stretched her. A fresh ache filled her nipples with each grind and thrust, as if an invisible line connected the hard buds to his cock, pulling and yanking until she bit the flesh of her palm to keep from screaming.

  She slowed at the cusp of her climax, her hands dropping to wrap around his sides, clutching him as he lifted his hips to thrust into her. He stilled and the deep pulse of his cock filled her with his cum. He shuddered, thrust again, still pulsing inside her as her cunt signaled its own throbbing climax.

  When her head finally dipped forward and she opened her eyes, Loren growled.

  "Uncuff me."

  *****************

  Amanda freed him without hesitation. The moment the second cuff was off, he had her on her back, his cock buried in her once more. She moved beneath him like a wild creature, arching, scratching at the mattress, her eyes rolling up and back as she groaned Loren over and over.

  It was a good name, better than the new one the agency gave him when he joined Neuropol's Berserker program nine years ago. And when she whispered Loren as she desperately explored the contours of another orgasm, it was the best fucking name ever.

  "Stay with me, Amanda. Don’t come yet, baby."

  Her nails dug into his skin and she started to hyperventilate. "I...I must."

  She twisted beneath him, cried out. Her cunt rippled around his shaft, triggering the start of his own climax. He cinched her body closer, thrusting harder and deeper into her with each pulse of his body. She took the raw pounding he delivered, tears streaming down her cheeks. He kissed them away, pushing deep, deep down into her as he hugged her tighter.

  So fucking tight and hot. Like she was made for him and he’d found her against all improbabilities.

  The urge to click into overdrive slammed through him. He could feel his gums swelling, taste the change in his body’s chemicals. The feral need to sink his teeth into her yielding flesh, to mark her with those chemicals, was strong. Almost too strong.

  He clamped his jaw shut, grinding his teeth as he came.

  Spent, he buried his face against Amanda’s neck, listening to her soft rhythmic pants until he was no longer afraid to kiss or lick at the delicate throat. She shivered when he did, moaned trancelike then shivered again.

  Slowly he eased from her, softly, randomly caressing her so he could watch the little aftershocks of pleasure his touch produced. He trailed his hand down to her pussy and rubbed his thumb against the oversensitive clit. She jerked, a fresh burst of her cream scenting the air.

  He pushed down the bed until his head nestled between her thighs. "Amanda, baby, you don’t know how long it’s been. I could eat this sweet pussy all night long."

  She offered a little gurgle of consent as he sucked her clit into his mouth, but it was too soon for her. She arched against him, another orgasm squirting form her before she collapsed against the bed.

  "Shh..." Playing his tongue over his lips to catch her flavor, Loren eased Amanda onto her side, giving him a perfect view of her round luscious ass and dripping wet cunt. He eased two fingers into her pussy, letting her cream slicken them. He smeared her juices along her perineum and over to the tight pucker of her ass.

  He had other ways of pleasing her if she was willing. She said something, her words raw and muffled by the mattress as she pressed her face against the bed. He smeared more cream and wiggled his index finger against the inviting hole.

  "Here, Amanda?"

  A hard little nod and then she thrust her ass towards him. Heart pounding, he pushed the first joint of his finger into the tight hole. She bunched the bed sheets up in her fist and he could tell she was clenching her cunt.

  He pushed until he had the second joint buried up to its knuckle. Already, he was thinking about something bigger. A second finger, maybe three, and then -- when she was ready and moaning for it -- his cock. He slid his finger in all the way and began to fuck in and out of her snug ass.

  Squeezing her thighs, she made hard little thrusts of her own. He pulled out, pushed back in with two fingers. Amanda clawed the bed sheets.

  Pulling out again, Loren ordered her onto her knees.

  She assumed the position in a heartbeat, her knees about a foot and a half apart, her outer labia stretched open to show the red, wet interior. Sinking his cock into her pussy, he pushed two fingers into her ass.

  She gave herself completely to the moment -- to this night with him, a stranger. A part of him -- the part that wasn’t thinking solely on how many ways he could sample her lush body through to the morning light -- wondered why she would do that, why she would risk freedom, maybe even her own life.

  An impatient moan escaped her and he rocked his hips in response, gently pumping cock and fingers into her as he watched a light sheen of perspiration build on her back until a faint glow covered her skin. Her beautiful body moved with a restless tightening, her dark auburn hair falling against one shoulder, her neck exposed on the other side.

  He watched the pulse in her throat, the renewed urge to bite her building with each beat of her heart. If the pairing rumors were true -- if Neuropol's Director truly was the manipulative bastard he seemed to be -- the bite would bind him to Amanda.

  His gaze skipped to her face, to the flush of pink against her pale cheeks, the light cherry of her moist lips, the slow sweep of her eyelashes over the sea-green eyes.

  Who was he kidding?

  He was a goner already. He couldn’t imagine leaving her in the morning, even though his freedom, and probably his life, depended on doing just that.

  Pulling out of her, he let his cock, slick with her juices, rub against the relaxed pucker of her ass. She moaned his name.

  "Amanda, baby. Are you ready for this?"

  She closed her eyes, bit slowly at her bottom lip. Nodding, a shiver ran over her entire body and into him.

  Holding his cock rigid, he pushed its tip against her, using the slow lowering of his weight to coax her body into accepting him. There was a strained, deceptive yielding and then the head disappeared and she contracted sharply around his erection, like a trap springing shut to lock him inside her forever.

  Loren grabbed Amanda's hips, forcing her down until she was flat against the mattress and her firm, ample butt cheeks pressed hard against the shaft of his cock. Groaning at the friction, he pushed deeper.

  All the way in, he let the weight of his body dominate her. The smallest muscle movement between them launched a wave of sensations, building in magnitude and radiating through their flesh. Deep contractions pulsed through her cunt to tug hard at his cock buried in her ass. She was coming, jus
t with him in there like that, deep and filling her, their bodies molded until the lines of their flesh blended into one form. He didn’t need to pump or thrust to give or receive pleasure. The roll of her muscles against him took both their bodies over the edge.

  He nuzzled her neck, let the tip of his tongue press against her pulse.

  "Yes," she whispered, trembling around him, muscles fluttering like a hummingbird newly escaped from its cage. "Yes."

  His teeth sank into her, breaking the soft skin of her neck, saliva mixing with blood. He wrapped his hand around her shoulder, slowly positioning Amanda until more of her throat was exposed. Finding his hand, she laced her fingers through his but said nothing, made no demand that he stop. He bit down harder, his hips grinding against her as he fought to control the need to ravage the yielding flesh that filled his mouth.

  Amanda’s pulse slowed. Her grip loosened. Releasing his hold on her throat, he relaxed with her, but more slowly as the last effects of overdrive dissolved in his bloodstream.

  Lost in the power of claiming her with the bite, he had shut his eyes. He opened them now to study her face. She looked peaceful, almost asleep, but he knew from her breathing and the subtle play of her muscles against him that she was fully awake.

  He pulled out and lifted the weight of his body from her. "I’m sorry --"

  She shook her head, just a little, not enough to mar the serene beauty that had settled over her features. Tentatively, he kissed the spot he had just savaged. When she didn’t tense at the contact, he sealed his lips over the wound, his tongue gently massaging the flesh until the flow of blood stopped.

  Finished, he pulled the bed covers over them and wrapped his arms around Amanda, holding her as the rhythms of her body slipped into those of a woman sleeping. He pressed his face against her hair and then against her exposed shoulder.

  Only a few minutes had elapsed, but he could smell the change in her scent. The shift moved not from passion to fear but from something that was entirely hers to one that was partly his.

  *****************

  Amanda woke from a sleep unscarred by the nightmares she had battled nightly since her last mission on active duty. Feeling the animal heat of her lover, she knew why she had slept so peacefully. Loren held her, one arm flat against her back, the other across her shoulder and chest, his hand cupped beneath her breast. A leg, long and muscular, comfortably draped her hip and thigh. His hips pressed warmly against her bottom.