Furever After (BBW Paranormal Romance)

by Arielle Lewenhart

  I could feel his gaze like a physical force raking over me, scorching hot, like the sun in the middle of a desert. His eyes burned with equal intensity, undressing me as he went. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice strained. I could see his cock getting even harder through his jeans.

  Rather than undress myself further, I dropped to my knees, unbuckling his belt as I did so. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I knew I wanted to try. As his jeans came down, his cock fought against the restraints of his boxers, the outline clear.

  I tugged the boxers down, freeing the beast. It sprang forward, long and hard and thick. Bulging veins pulsed along its length, and the head was purple and swollen, as though ready to explode at any moment. Thick precum oozed from its tip, dribbling down his length, preparing him for the journey into me.

  The sight of it both excited and frightened me. I wasn’t sure how it would fit inside me, but I knew I wanted him to. I took his cock gently in my hands, relishing the hissing sound he made as I did so. I wrapped my lips around the tip, gently sucking on the swollen head.

  Jackson’s hands twined themselves through my hair, guiding my head along his shaft. The thickness of his cock was hard to fit in my mouth, and I couldn’t take all of him; when I could fit no more inside, I began stroking what remained. He groaned again, leading my head up and down, his hips gently thrusting forward.

  I kept up the gentle suckling on the head the entire time, making sure to use my tongue. It was a strange feeling, but also very natural. It seemed right. And from the way Jackson reacted, I didn’t think he had too many objections. Suddenly, he groaned more loudly than before and thrust himself as far into my mouth as he could, before unleashing a torrent of cum.

  I almost shouted in surprise, but clamped my lips down tightly and swallowed every last drop. I had read that men liked that, and I wanted to make sure Jackson enjoyed what happened tonight. I gave his cock a few more strokes before looking up at Jackson, and his eyes met mine. The lust burning in them was incredible.

  He reached down and pulled me to my feet, placing a passionate kiss on my lips and pushing me onto the bed. I landed with a light bounce, the softness of the bed giving way underneath me. Jackson crawled on top of me, his large frame dwarfing my smaller one.

  I could feel his breath on my face, hot and wet, smelling of the chapstick he used. Jackson reached down and unhooked my bra with a deft motion of his hand, then slowly removed it, his eyes locked onto my breasts. My nipples were firm and rock-solid, and they ached to be touched. Jackson could barely tear his gaze away.

  His head lowered down and he captured one of them in his lips, sucking gently on the tip and making me arch my back up toward him. I wanted as much of myself inside him as possible. He reached up and kneaded the other breast with his hand, swapping back and forth between the two nipples with his tongue, toying with me.

  It was torture. Sweet, delicious torture. My virgin body had never been touched like this before, but I couldn’t imagine how I’d gone throughout life without sensations like this before. I didn’t want it to ever stop. I wanted Jackson to ravish me twenty-four hours a day, seven days per week.

  My pussy was burning with all the intensity of a forest fire, aching for Jackson’s cock to be inside it. I knew, instinctively, that I needed it. That’s the only thing I could imagine that would soothe the blaze inside me. I was amazed to see him growing hard once more; I didn’t realize it was a possibility for men. I thought that once they came, they couldn’t get hard for a time after.

  Jackson seemed intent on proving me wrong. He moved south, slowly, his tongue and lips trailing over my stomach, to the rise where my hip bones swelled up, biting down gently on the sensitive skin there. I bucked my hips against him, and he responded by catching the edge of my panties and tearing them down, off of my legs.

  I lay completely exposed, bare before him, and Jackson paused. He stared at my body, his own responding to the sight in a very obvious way. I could see how much he wanted me, and that made me feel more beautiful than I ever had before.

  Jackson’s head dropped to my pussy, his breath making me moan and bunch the comforter of the bed into my hands. And when his tongue slid slowly across my swollen lips, I felt something inside of me shatter. I moaned loudly, grabbing the comforter and anything else I could get my hands on, fighting for control of my body.

  My hips rocked and jerked of their own will, spasms shooting through my body as the orgasm took control. His fingers slid inside my dripping wet slid, probing and exploring, extending the orgasm even further beyond anything I could have imagined.

  Jackson chuckled a bit to himself, clearly enjoying my reaction to his touch, before leaning down to kiss me. As his tongue met mine, I felt his cock brush against my pussy. I jerked my hips upwards, wanting to feel it again; I wanted him inside me.

  He laughed again, then used his hand to line his cock with my pussy. “Are you ready for this?” he asked me, gently biting my lower lip. I nodded; I needed him right then and there. Jackson slid forward, slowly, impaling me onto his shaft.

  I felt my maidenhood break as he passed through it, and the brief flash of pain was nothing compared to what followed after. My body felt more full than it had ever been; his thick member seemed to take me to heights of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

  So this was sex. Wow. I could see why people wanted it so badly; for as much as I had explored my body, alone in my home, it couldn’t compare at all to this. Jackson’s tongue assaulted my own as his cock speared inside me time and time again, my entire body ablaze with sensual pleasures.

  Our grunts and moans filled the air, right alongside the sound of flesh slapping together. I wrapped my legs around his, the pressure inside me building to dangerous levels.

  Before I knew it, another orgasm was washing over me. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, and Jackson gasped, burying his head into my neck as he began to blast a torrent of white-hot spunk into my body. It spread throughout my body, a pleasant warmth that made me tingle in my deepest places.

  Jackson flopped beside me on the bed, breathing heavily. I couldn’t blame him; it felt as though my limbs were detached, and I wasn’t sure I could move. My pussy ached from the sensation, and I had marks all over me from our love making session. I turned my head to face him.

  “That was incredible,” I said. I wasn’t sure what else to say. Jackson nodded, but a shadow passed over his face.

  “It was. But what will Mason say?”

  I could tell from the expression on his face that he felt as though he had betrayed his friend. I reached a hand out and cupped his face. “It will be okay. Worry about that later.” I hesitated a moment. “Do you have to go back today?”

  Jackson shook his head. “No, I don’t have plans for the rest of the day.”

  I scooted across the bed and snuggled up against him, a part of me surprised at my own boldness. “Then stay here with me. I…” I took a deep breath. “I’d rather be with you than Mason.”

  Jackson turned to me, his eyes wide. “What?”

  “You’re kind and gentle. Mason seems too angry. I’m sure he’s a fine man, but I like you. I want to be with you.” I hoped that Jackson felt the same way.

  He closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead. “Then we’ll worry about the rest later. For now, in this moment, it’s just me and you. The rest of the world can wait.”

  Indeed it could.

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  I remember it like it was yesterday. The early spring rains fell like liquid despair from the sky, its vast expanse an endless sea of grey clouds that never seemed to go away. I hated this time of year. The constant dreariness of it all seemed to sap the color out of life, and despite the knowledge that spring would soon erupt and bathe the world in a cascade of colors, I just wanted to sleep. Of course, that wasn’t an option; my mother would never let me.

  I still lived with her, despite being 19. I worked as a waitress in the small restaurant she ran, just off the main street of our tiny little town. We barely saw any customers at this time of year; no one wanted to leave their homes if necessary. I wasn’t the only one who thought the dismal weather was a complete and utter bore. I’d been sitting at the counter, flipping through an endless stream of matches on Tinder, when the door bell jingled, announcing the entrance of someone. I glanced up, expecting to see my brother or someone we knew walking in.

  I could never have expected the two men who walked through the door. They were both young, fit — and absolutely soaking wet. As they removed the bicycle helmets from their head, rivulets of water ran down the contours of the gear and onto the floor. Their hair was messy, strewn this way and that by the wind, and both of them looked miserable. I wondered how long they’d been riding for. They paused for a brief moment, chatting between themselves in a rapid-fire conversation that I couldn’t catch, before sitting down to order some food. I stood and walked over to them. “Can I help you?”

  The man to the right smiled up at me, and I thought I would melt right then and there. Despite how wet he was, his smile was dazzling bright, seeming to reach all the way up to his piercing, emerald-green eyes. “Do you have anything hot?” he asked, with a chuckle. His friend smirked quietly, apparently laughing at an inside joke between the two of them.

  “Well, we have the normal menu items. Ramen, burgers, etc. It’s slow right now, so I may be able to convince the cook to whip you up something special. I hope you don’t mind me saying it, but you two look miserable.”

  He laughed again. “We went to sleep in the rain, woke up in the rain, and spent the past five hours riding in the rain. Yeah, we’re soaked through and through. It seems like it’s only gotten worse since last night.”

  I looked at both of them, taking in the state of their clothing and gear. “Why didn’t you take shelter?”

  The man to the left let out an exasperated sigh, and his friend turned to him and spoke in a language I didn’t understand, slugging him hard in the arm with a laugh. “That’s what he’s wanted to know all day,” the man replied. “We’re travelers. Or adventurers. Whatever you want to call us. We’re riding the entire country by bicycle, so we can’t let a little rain stop us.”

  Finally, the man to the left spoke, his voice a rich baritone that sounded like what I’d imagine chocolate to sound like, if chocolate had a voice. “A little rain? It’s been a torrent all day.” They both had strange accents I couldn’t place, but seemed like friendly people.

  “Let me go see about getting you something hot. While you wait, would you like some coffee?”

  Their eyes lit up at this offer, and both men nodded. I laughed. It seemed like the love of coffee crossed international borders. “I’ll be right back, then.”

  I darted into the kitchen, rousing my mom from her latest smart phone game. “Hey, we’ve got customers!” She glanced up at me, confused. “I said we have customers. Can you whip up some soup? They look like they’ve been out in the rain all day, and could really use something warm in their bellies.”

  “Customers? In this weather? Are they crazy?” Mom just raised an eyebrow at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She never failed to speak her mind, especially when people pulled what she called fool-brained stunts that put themselves in danger. “Okay, fine. Let me make some of my special soup. But you make sure to charge them extra, okay? Not just anyone gets to have this, you know!” I nodded and dashed back out into the restaurant, where the two men sat at the counter. As soon as I flipped on the coffee and it began to brew, I heard them sigh.

  “So how long have you two been on the road?” I asked, trying to make small talk. I couldn’t quite place it, but I wanted to talk to the. They were interesting, and I swear it was because of more than just their incredible good looks.

  “Around three weeks, I guess,” said the man on the right. He shot an inquisitive glance at his friend, who nodded. “Once you’ve been out there long enough, things just kind of blend together. One day fades into the next, all that.”

  “That’s a long time to spend cycling, day in and day out!” I said. “It’s really impressive. I’m Liz, by the way.”

  “Nice to meet you, Liz. I’m James. This is Ethan.”

  Ethan nodded to me, quiet as ever. It was clear who was the more charismatic of the two, but as I looked at Ethan, I could see a blazing intelligence sparking behind those hazel-swirled eyes, as well as a healthy sense of humor. The coffee pot dinged, and I turned quickly to it, pouring two cups of coffee with an ease that only years of practice can bring. The two men didn’t even wait for it to cool; they both immediately raised it to their lips and drank the cups down in a single gulp.

  I stared at them in awe. That coffee should have been way too hot to drink, but neither one of them seemed phased. In fact, Ethan closed his eyes with bliss, enjoying the full-bodied flavor of the drink. James turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Can I have another?”

  Ethan quickly placed his cup next to Ethan’s. “Me too.”

  I laughed and obliged. After they had finished the second cup, I heard mom shouting from the back. She had finished the soup, so I retrieved it and sat it in front of them. “Do you two mind if I sit and talk while you eat?”

  James nodded his head. “Not at all. Please, join us.”

  “Thanks!” I smiled at them, giddy at the fact they accepted me there. It was a slow day, and both of them seemed so…romantic. Just two men wandering around the world. “So have you had any crazy adventures while you’ve been on the road?”

  Ethan nearly choked on his soup, turning his face away to stifle laughter. James shot him a sour look, and it was clear I’d struck a nerve. James answered, “Not really,” but Ethan cut him off quickly.

  “Don’t let him lie to you, Liz,” Ethan said. “We’ve had plenty of crazy adventures, including the first day on the road. It was soaking wet out — kind of like today, really — and the weather had shown no signs of improving. James here hadn’t tied his pannier on right, and only made it a few hundred feet up the road before he tumbled head-over-heels off the bicycle and into the middle of the sidewalk.”

  “I don’t think it was as dramatic as all that,” James said.

  “Oh no!
Were you hurt?” I could just imagine the sort of impact that must have caused. Ethan chuckled again.

  “No, he wasn’t hurt. He’s too hard headed to get hurt from something as minor as a wreck. Besides, he had a helmet on.” Ethan leaned over James and whispered to me conspiratorrially, but loud enough that James clearly heard. “That’s why his hair is such a mess now, actually!”

  James turned and punched him hard in the arm, but Ethan only laughed. Although he was a quiet guy, he had a brilliant smile and a kind laugh. I thought it was a shame he didn’t laugh more often or more easily.

  “So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” I asked. The weather looked bad, and James turned to glance back out the door. Ethan just scowled at the water that fell from the sky.

  “I’m not sure,” James answered. “Neither of us wants to ride in this. It’s a bit too much, even for us. Still, this town isn’t very big…” his trailed off, shooting a quick look in my direction. “No offense.”