BBW on Fire - Complete (10 page)

Luckily, Izzy was saved by further comment by the arrival of a massive plate of chili cheese fries.  Gawd she was hungry, plus all that booze with no dinner wasn’t helping.  But she had a standing rule that she never ate in front of strangers if she could help it.  She totally knew everyone wasn’t fooled.  But she just couldn’t bring herself to be the one that hit the buffet first.

“Dig in! You don’t mind if we just eat off the plate do you? I never understand why they bring those extra little plates to put appetizers on. I mean who wants to put a little serving on a plate and nibble at it. No way man, chili fries deserve the respect of digging in and not messing around!” he finished with a flourish, emphasizing his point by stuffing a handful of dripping, oozy fries into his hunky mouth.

“Oh, I’m ok,” she tried, giving a small shake of her head.  Shit this was embarrassing, her second rule was to never discuss food with strangers.  Let alone beautiful hunks.

Stopping with a fry mid way to his mouth, Eli paused.  His eyes narrowed a bit like he was contemplating something.  Then shoved the fries in and chewed slowly.  It took an eternity for him to swallow.  Or at least to Izzy it did, considering she was watching every chew like it was  going to be graded on a test.  And she couldn’t lie, when he swallowed, that long neck with his strong corded muscles standing out, totally did it for her.

Watching him wipe his fingers on a napkin, Izzy knew she should brace herself.

“Alright, this is a shit time to do this, but I want this out of the way. Izzy, do you like how I look?” he asked.

“Well, yeah,” she whispered back.

“Good, I like how you look. Do you like my body? Do you find me attractive?” he asked again.

“Well, yeah, duh,” she whispered again. That got her a smile. Squeee!

“I like your body and I find you attractive. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be sitting here. I like girls that look just like you. Well actually, you’re a little on the light side for my taste. But I figure I can work that to my advantage. That means I can take you out to all my favorite restaurants or keep you home and cook for you. And if I can convince you that I’m a good cook, I can also feed you whenever I want.” he said leaning forward towards her.

His hand snaked up and cupped her cheek before he continued, “And even if you want to fight me on putting on weight, I’m ok with that too. Because you are already perfect the way you are.” He finished rubbing his thumb across the apple of her cheek.

“You like fat chicks?” Izzy all but shrieked at him.  She was so caught off guard she didn’t mean to yell that at him.  But did that man in front of her that looked like an underwear model just tell her he would like to feed her and make her even bigger?  And that is what he liked?  She was confused, scared, and more than a little freaked out.

She also realized too late, that Eli was not going to take kindly to her words.  She could see this because his hand stopped caressing her cheek and his jaw tightened.  Then his eyes narrowed. Then he hopped off his stool and walked straight towards her until he was standing between her legs.  Izzy had to tilt her head back to look up at him.

His hand came up and firmly cupped the side of her neck, his other hand slid around her waist and squeezed her towards him.  Then he leaned down so that his mouth was right next to her ear.

“Don’t you ever, ever, let me hear you call yourself fat again. That is a mean hateful word that people use to belittle one another. You are not fat, you’re a goddess. You are soft and round and all women. I want to run my hands over every roll, every ripple. I want to touch and taste every inch of your body. I want you to let me bathe you, then rub you down head to toe with lotion, I’m thinking vanilla scented, but we can negotiate. Then my sweet angel, I want to get you into my bed and fuck you senseless. I want you to sit on my face, so I can eat out that sweet pussy of yours. I want you to ride my cock so I can play with your tits and watch them bounce as I fuck you. Then I’m going to roll you over and fuck you doggie style so I can slap that ass and watch it jiggle as I plow you. Then sweet beautiful Izzy I’ll roll you over and fuck you on your back so I can make sure to watch your face as you come. Then we’ll have dessert. Now does that sound like I just like fat chicks?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his hot breath, brushing over her ear and neck. And he waited.

Izzy was trying to get her mind to connect with her mouth.  She licked her lips and whispered back to him, “Yes, it totally does sound like you like fat chicks.”

She felt his body give a jolt at her words, he pulled back and looked into her eyes.  Hers were confused, his were sparkling.  Then he threw back his head and gave a huge open mouth laugh, drawing the gaze of many a fellow bar patron.  As his head came back down, he looked into her eyes and wrapped her in a huge bear hug.

“God, you’re adorable, Angel,” he said into her ear again.  Then he pulled back and placed a soft, closed mouth kiss on her lips.

Giving her another squeeze her took his seat and pushed the plate of fries towards Izzy. “Eat and talk,” he ordered.

So Izzy started eating, and the fries were amazing.  Then she started talking, she told Eli all about her job, her best friends, her family.  She even went in to a little about some of her insecurities.  She didn’t know why she shared these things with him.  But something told her that she could trust Eli with her deepest secrets.  He listened, nodded, and asked questions.  Then he told her about his life, his big family.  His friends at the station and his love for extreme sports.  How his last long term relationship had been in college.  They had grown apart, but still talked.

Izzy liked that, she hated how some of her relationships had ended.  They always wanted her to change, go on a diet, workout, not that she didn’t enjoy being active.  It was just way more of a chore than a hobby.  But they apparently thought that if she loved them enough, she would change for them.  She tried, honestly she did, but it was never enough and they would always end things.

But Eli was the first man that ever flat out told her not to change.  Well, not to shrink anyway.  She was utterly bewildered, this was uncharted territory and she really wished her girls were here to guide her.  No, Izzy thought, she was a grown up.  This was something she needed to wade through on her own.  Crap, now she wanted ice cream.

They finished up their fries, talking and laughing.  They completely missed the rest of the guys dancing as they were so caught up in each other.  She wasn’t sure they even declared a winner.

“Hey you wanna head out? I know a great place for shawarma,” Eli said to her. “I love shawarma, then we can go out for ice cream.”

“Ok, I guess, I’ve never had shawarma,” Izzy said honestly.

“What! How can you not have had shawarma, it’s rice and chicken and freaking rocks!” Eli said enthusiastically throwing up a pair of devil horns on his hand.

Laughing at his antics, Izzy said, “Shawarma sounds awesome.”

Grabbing her hand, he walked her back to the stage area.  Giving some of the other hot firefighters a chin lift, others a handshake, or a manly pat on the back.  Never letting go of her hand.  Izzy was totally amazed, he didn’t seem embarrassed to be seen with her.  He even introduced her to a number of the guys.  They all gave her big smiles and hellos.  No one gave her that “what the hell is he thinking” look.

He grabbed his bag, buttoned his shirt sadly, (she had reluctantly given it back to him) and threw his arm around her shoulder, “Ready to roll?”

“I guess, I didn’t drive, did you?” she asked.

“You bet baby, I’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go, as long as there is shawarma when we get there.”

Walking out of the bar, he guided her to a large F150, with huge tires and those chrome roll bar thingies that men seemed to love and women never quite understood.

“This is yours?” she asked, her head tilting back to look up at the door handle.  Sheesh how was she going to haul herself up there she wondered?

“Don’t worry baby, I got you,” he said leaning down and giving her a peck on the cheek.

Opening the truck door, Izzy made to get her foot up on the running board and gripped the handle and the frame of the door.  She swung back and magically flew up to a standing position in the doorway.  Or maybe not so magically considering Eli had two large handfuls of her ass and wasn’t just palming them to help her up.  Oh no, he was squeezing her tush!

Turning her head around to stare at him in shock, he just smiled that shit-eating grin and fucking hell, he winked.  If Izzy allowed herself to imagine a life with Eli, she knew, deep down in her soul, that that wink would get her into more trouble than she’d ever be able to handle.  Yup, that wink would have her giving in on anything and everything.  Shit, she was screwed.

Gaining her seat, Eli gave her thigh an extra squeeze.  Looking at him, a little shocked, and a tad embarrassed, Izzy could feel the heat on her cheeks, well both sets of cheeks.  Apparently Eli liked her blush, as he took a step up on the sideboard so he was face to face with her at the door.

He said quietly, “Pink Angel.” Then he leaned forward and rested his lips on Izzy’s.  Izzy had closed her eyes as he started making the move towards her.  She couldn’t face it if he wasn’t actually going to kiss her. It would be humiliating.

But he did, she felt the soft brush of his lips over hers.  A whisper of a touch, but enough to make her suck in her breath.  This gave her much needed oxygen and also a taste of Eli.  Opening her mouth also gave Eli the in he needed to touch his tongue to her lips.  Izzy gave a quiet moan and her mouth opened wider.  Eli took advantage and dipped his tongue into her mouth.  He let one of his hands that was holding the doorframe, come down and scoop around the back of her neck.  He pulled her in closer to him and deepened the kiss.  Sweeping his tongue through her mouth, tasting every corner of her.

Izzy was lost, he tasted sooo good.  His tongue was strong and sure, she tried to touch back, her tongue darting against his.  This earned her a growl from deep inside his throat.  Gawd, that gave her tingles.  The good kind, the kind that ran head to toe but dipped back up to settle in her naughty bits.  She wasn’t sure how long they kissed, it seemed like hours.  But then sanity must have clicked back in with Eli.

Sweet baby ray, she was making out in a parking lot with a hunky man, like some teenager.  Although she’d never made out in a parking lot when she was a teenager.  Her first foray into the world of sex was a very awkward evening during college.  Nerd plus fatty, equaled blushes, embarrassment, and a strict no further contact order.

“Baby, you taste good,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers.

His hand continued to squeeze her neck.  It felt good she decided, it made her feel safe and desired.

“If we don’t go, I’m going to do something very inappropriate here in the parking lot,” Eli said.

Izzy wasn’t so sure that was a bad thing.  Apparently that look must have strayed across her face, because Eli pulled back and did a scan of her face.  He must have seen something that made him change his mind, because she saw him come to some kind of decision. His eyes darkened.

“Fuck it,” he muttered and he hopped down slamming the door and making his way around the front of the truck.

Izzy took the opportunity to catch her breath.  Her fingers flicked up to touch her bruised lips. She couldn’t believe he just kissed her! And did it good!

Turning to watch Eli swing into the driver’s side of the truck flinging his beanie onto the dashboard, she was about to offer some small talk to cover the post kiss awkwardness.  Then she noticed his messy brown hair, matched his sexy brown eyes.

Once the door slammed shut, Eli turned and his arm snaked around her neck, pulling her towards him.  His mouth slammed back down on hers, mouth open, tongues delving.

“Baby girl, I want more. Will you let me give you more?” Eli whispered into her lips.

Izzy had no idea what he meant, but she’d take whatever he offered.  Shy she may be, but she wasn’t stupid.  She also noted that the windows of his truck were tinted dark, even the front window. She doubted any making out could be seen from the outside. Plus they were fogging it up quickly.  She figured in for a penny in for a pound and nodded her head back at him, “Yes,” she whispered.

Eli groaned into her mouth and if possible managed to shove his tongue farther into her mouth.  He dragged her across the bench seat of the truck, Izzy moving towards him like a magnet.  She was so lost in his kiss that she wasn’t thinking.  Better yet, her self-doubt was oddly silent.  For this moment she was going to let herself just be.  Let this man who obviously was into her, show her that she was worth the time, the attention, and the adoration.  Even if she only got this night, she would cherish it forever.

“Shit, Iz, I don’t think I can wait, let me make you come. I want to watch you come apart in my arms. Please baby girl, let me have a taste of you,” he urged into her mouth.

Izzy was breathing so hard that she had to pull back to catch her breath. She took the moment to look into his eyes. His were hungry and pleading.  He was serious. He wanted her.  Now, in this truck.  Izzy wanted him too, but she wanted much more than his mouth.

“Can I make you come too?” she whispered back to him. She wanted Eli to feel good, she wanted him to remember her fondly in the future.  She’d give him the best blowjob he’d ever had if he let her.

“Oh Angel, you don’t have to. I’d be lying to say it would be a dream come true, but you really don’t have to,” he offered.

“I want too, please Eli,” she said back.

“Alright baby, you first though,” he said pulling her in to attack her mouth again. He used his hand at the back of her neck to twist her head so he could go deeper.  His other hand started at her waist giving her a squeeze, then moving up to cup just under her full breast.  He ran his hand under and lifted, feeling the weight of her.

“Shit, these are beautiful Angel, I can’t wait to see them, suck them, run my dick through them. You let me do that baby?” he asked, nipping at her lips.

“Anything Eli, just don’t stop,” she cried.

“I won’t stop baby, not until you come on my hand. I’ll lick up every drop you give me,” he said in a rough hushed tone that meant he was looking forward to that event.

He moved his hand back down from her breast, running over her stomach.  Izzy was so caught up she forgot to suck in her gut like she normally did.  She felt Eli’s fingers slide between the rolls on her belly, then aim lower to the hem of her shirt.  He slid his hand up under the fabric encountering bare skin.  She heard him groan, “Oh baby you’re like silk, so soft and delicate.”

Izzy had to keep herself from snorting, no one ever called her delicate.  But the way Eli was touching her, she could almost believe that he believed it.  She felt him continue his petting along her tummy as he kissed her.  Sucking her lips into his mouth, licking the inside of her mouth, and pulling her tongue into his.  He kissed like he danced, wild and free, no rules, no patterns. Just whatever he felt like.  It kept her guessing, which was good. She didn’t have time to over analyze anything.

Eli moved his hand to the button of her jeans, Izzy felt the top button give way.  Then she felt the zipper pull down, then before her brain could protest she felt his strong hand slip into her panties. 

“Fuck me, you’re already wet,” he growled into her mouth.  His fingers running across her bare slick lips.

Her BFF’s had talked her into getting a Brazilian recently, they had some kind of internet coupon. So they all went.  She was totally glad now that she went through that horrific pain so she could feel Eli’s rough fingertips touching her skin directly.

“So juicy baby, is that for me? Did I make you get hot and wet?” he asked, his fingers still slowly moving just over her outer lips.

“Yes,” was all she was able to whisper.

“Look at you, you’re perfect.  Do you want me to touch your aching little clit? Hmm? Or do you want me to just shove my fingers into your tight little hole right away? Tell me baby, I’ll give you anything you want. Just say the word,” he ordered, dragging his middle finger deeper under her until he was touching that sweet spot between her pussy and her asshole.  He tickled his finger over that flat patch of skin and it made Izzy arch up off the seat.

“My Angel likes that huh? Tell me Izzy, tell me what you want,” he said again.

“Anything Eli, anything you want, please,” she said whimpering.  She pulled away from his mouth and buried her face into his neck.  Her entire body was focused on the finger, rubbing over a spot she never knew had nerve endings.

“Nuh-uh, baby girl, you make the choice, clit or pussy first,” he ordered again, moving his head down to suck hard on her neck.  Izzy knew he’d leave a mark, but she couldn’t give the first fuck about it.

“Um, the second?” she said quietly back.  This earned a chuckle at her neck.

“Not good enough Angel, tell me again,” he said continuing his sucking on her neck, this time he moved to a new spot.

Gawd, she couldn’t tell him.  She didn’t use those words and she would never be so forward as to tell a man exactly what she wanted.  But that damn finger of his was driving her mad, it only moved an inch or so on her skin and it was making her unable to form a coherent thought.  She whined into his neck again and felt his chest move.  Damn it, he was torturing her!

“Fine! Pussy!” she all but shouted, then instantly became horrified.

That didn’t last long though, as Eli dragged his finger from that spot behind her pussy and shoved his finger into her up to his hand.

Izzy’s head flew back against the seat, her ass came off the bench.  Eli curled his finger deep inside her, then pulled out, adding another finger and plunging back in.  He had pulled his head back from her so he could watch every wince, every twitch, and every gasp fall across her face.

“Eli…” she whispered.

“That’s my girl, you like my fingers don’t you? Your pussy is just as tight and sweet as I knew it would be.  Show me what you want Angel,” he said his breath short as his hand worked in and out of her.

Izzy rocked her hips into his hand. Trying to get him deeper. His fingers felt firm and soft at the same time.  She whimpered when his fingers curled inside her, dragging against the walls of her sex. 

“Thatta girl, take what you want,” he cooed and delved back to her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her in time with the fingers in her tight snatch.  His thumb moved up to rub circles on her tight little nub. Luckily she didn’t have to ask him to do this out loud.

Eli worked her hard and Izzy greedily took everything he gave.  She was lost in the sensation of his mouth and his hands.  The only sound in the steamy cab of his truck was heavy breathing and the wet sounds of her slick opening sucking in his fingers.

“Oh, Sugar,” she said moaning into his mouth.

“I’m your Sugar baby, you want my sweetness.  I’ll give you all my sugar,” he said back, dropping his head to her neck as he pistoned his hand between her legs.  He was working her with the same level of enthusiasm as he did earlier dancing and talking to her.  Moving with lightening speed, the friction was building inside her, she always liked it hard and fast.  She wanted to feel overwhelmed with the feelings building, not slowly hobbling towards them.  Her core started to tense and she felt Eli’s head tilt up to look at her.

“You going to give it to me Angel? Come one, give your sugar your cum baby,” he said leaning down to suck hard on her neck.

Izzy’s hands flew down to grip his muscled forearm that was working her pussy, but it didn’t make him miss a beat.  She writhed on the seat, seeking, searching for her release.  It was right there so close, she started to freak that she wasn’t going to come, that she’d lose it and disappoint him.  When she heard his hard, demanding voice in her ear say, “Give it to me, now baby.”

And she did.