Island Curves (A BBW Romance) (5 page)

“Come on, David,” coaxed Matt. “Don’t be shy.
Go get her. You know you want to.”

He got to his feet in a leisurely manner.
“Fine.”

I braced myself, every nerve ending on high
alert, as the object of my fantasies neared. He knelt in front of
me, interest shining in his eyes.

“How do you want it? Hard or soft?”

“Yes, please,” I murmured, breathily.

The heat of his stare lit a fire in my belly
that threatened to consume me. The camera guy hovered, catching
every last bit of the drama. Strong hands took hold of my face,
while our lips pressed together, tongues meeting at the same time.
The contestants counted to sixty, while the kiss deepened, kindling
a spark of erotic energy into an all out bonfire. My fingertips dug
into his shoulders, while I pressed myself against him, wanting so
much more than a simple, romantic kiss. When the time was up, I
practically quivered with need, my womanhood clenching and
unclenching, craving him.

David sat next to me, his shorts standing at
attention. The energy he emanated was palpable. His fingers closed
around mine, a thumb stroking the skin of my palm. After the next
person had a turn at the bottle, he pulled on my hand. “Let’s take
a walk.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, and, as I
got to my feet, a rousing cheer went up.

“Go get ‘em, loverboy,” said Greg.

“Watch out for the one-eyed snakes,” laughed
Roger.

“Shut up,” grumbled David.

“Have fun.” Susan winked at me.

Loren grinned. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t
do…or hell, never mind. Enjoy him, honey.”

God, this is embarrassing!

The cameraman followed us down the beach,
which was annoying. Was he going to film us having sex? I tried to
ignore him, while David kissed me, his hands moving under my
shirt.

“Take this off.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“I can’t stand it anymore. Take the damn
thing off.”

“What about us being a secret?”

“I don’t care. Seeing you every day and not
being able to touch you is driving me nuts.”

“What about your all man alliance?”

“This has nothing to do with that.”

My shirt was off, my bra was loose, and his
hands were on my breasts. I glanced at the camera guy. “Tell him to
go away.”

David looked over his shoulder. “Dude. Can
you give us some privacy?”

He shook his head negatively. “Sorry. It’s my
job.”

“This isn’t suitable for primetime, man.
We’re about to go into triple X territory.” The lens was pointed
directly at us. “Dammit.”

“Oh, screw him. I don’t care.” I reached for
David. Our mouths met, tongues meeting in a long, sensuous kiss.
I’d wanted him for days, and, when we slept together and he was
pressed against me, night after night, it was enough to drive me
off a cliff.

David left me abruptly and got to his feet.
“Look, man. For God’s sakes, turn that thing off!”

We had signed ironclad contracts before
joining the show, allowing nonstop filming of every moment, no
matter how personal. The producers basically owned us. By demanding
a camera be turned off, David was reneging on his agreement.

“It’s okay, David.”

“No, it isn’t. I want to spend some time with
my girl. Can’t you give it a rest for a half an hour? Please, dude.
I’m begging you.”

The crewmember lowered the camera. “You’re in
breach of contract. I’m supposed to report you.”

Fire flew from his eyes. “I don’t give a
shit! Have ‘em kick me off. Just leave us alone!”

This announcement was stunning. He was
throwing away the chance at winning one and a half million dollars
because he wanted to be with me.
Wow.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” said the camera
guy. He glanced at me. “I’ll see you back at camp.” He turned and
walked away.

“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

David sat next to me, pulling me to him. “I’m
losing my mind, Marissa. What the hell’s happening?”

“Jungle madness.”

“He could’ve sent me home.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “But he
didn’t.”

“You’re messing with my game.”

“What do you mean?”

“The guys know I like you…now this.” He met
my gaze. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I came here for business,
not a showmance.”

“Really?”

“This is work. I’m part owner of an online
sports store. That’s why I do triathlons and stuff. It’s publicity
for our brand.”

He had never divulged what he did for a
living. I didn’t even know he had a job. I thought he was a
spoiled, rich boy. I had misjudged him. “So now what?”

“I don’t know.” His gaze lowered to my lips.
“I’ve been thinking about you a…lot.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s a disaster.” His grin was
disarming.

“I don’t expect you to take me to the end.
I’m not asking for that.”

“You need the money.”

That was a surprise. “How do you know
that?”

“I overheard you talking to Susan. You’re a
single mom. Your ex is a deadbeat.”

“Um…” I bit my lower lip. “It’s not your
concern.”

“That’s for me to decide.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Look, I’m fine. Scarlett and I are good. My
parents are supportive, and…I do okay.”

He stared at the sand at his feet. “I didn’t
think it would be like this.”

“What?”

“The game. Seeing it on TV and actually being
here…it’s weird. I’ve been thinking a lot about my life. I’ve never
had this much down time before. I’m always, go, go, go. Then I come
here, and there’s nothin’ but time.”

I hadn’t expected such a candid, honest
conversation. “This is what happens when there’s no Internet or TV.
People go nuts.”

He laughed, “No kidding.” His hand was on my
back, massaging gently. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t stay away from
you anymore. Being close to you every night and not being able to
touch you is killing me.”

I smiled, tingling pleasurably. “I’m glad I’m
not the only one.”

His mouth was near my ear. “I want to hear
you scream my name again. That was so hot, you’ve no idea.”

“I am… noisy.”

“I love it.”

His lips covered mine, coaxing an
enthusiastic response from my eager mouth. As the waves pounded the
shore and the frogs croaked in the foliage behind us, I slid my
hands under his t-shirt, touching hot, taut skin.

“Oh, God, Marissa.” My shorts were in his
hands, the button being undone, the zipper lowering. He pulled them
down my thighs, along with lacy panties. “Jesus, honey, you’re so
sexy.”

I giggled, “Thanks.”

“I’m getting the feeling you really like
me.”

“I do. I thought you were a jerk…but I’m
changing my mind.”

“I did come across like that. Sorry.” His
attention lowered to my chest. “It drives me wild seeing you in a
bathing suit. Those tits are sinful.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

“I wanna use them for pillows every
night.”

“Here they are.”

“You look like a blonde goddess.”

“That’s sweet.”

He lowered me to the sand, taking a nipple
between his lips and suckling. Delicious sensations shot down my
spine, producing a swell of need that centered in my core. Each
nipple was laved, until it hardened. My fingers combed through his
messy hair, holding him close.

He smothered himself in my breasts, his beard
scratching me. “I want to be your baby.”

“You’re silly,” I giggled.

“When we get outta here, I gotta have you in
a bed. This sand is getting on my nerves.”

“You plan to see me after the show?”

“I’m packing you in my luggage.”

“I’m too big.”

“I’ll buy bigger luggage.”

This announcement was yet another shocker.
When I had first met David, he seemed like a self-involved,
egotistical jackass. My opinion of him had gone through a dramatic
metamorphosis over the last couple of days. Not only that, but I
couldn’t remember when a guy had turned me on like this.

“Oh…” I moaned.

I held him close, while he kissed his way to
my tummy and lower. My hands rested on top of his head, silky hair
was trapped between my fingers. I quivered with anticipation, as
his tongue slid across the swollen expanse of my satiny lips.

“Yes!”

“Jesus. You’re dripping.”

“Don’t talk. Just suck.”

Laughter rumbled in his chest. “Yes,
ma’am.”

I loved the aspects of this particular sex
act. I gasped with pleasure when he nudged my clit, sliding his
tongue against me. “Oh, yes, David!”

A thumb came to rest over my nub, drawing in
circles, while he drove deep into my silken tunnel. Rolling my head
from side to side, sand had invaded my scalp, but I didn’t care.
The stars flashed brilliantly overhead on this remote Fiji
archipelago.

“Oh, God, David…”

I arched my back, my breasts spilling across
my chest, as waves of bliss inundated me, eliciting a throaty moan.
If he continued for much longer, I would lose myself
completely.

“Let me…let me do you…” I sounded
breathless.

“If that’s what you want. I don’t have to
stop. You were getting close.”

“I want you in me. Let me make you wet
first.”

“I’m already wet, honey.”

Our lips met, as my hand encircled him. “This
is what I want, David.”

He sat in the sand, his erection jutting,
marble hard and glistening with pre-cum. “It’s all yours.”

I giggled, closing over him, enjoying the
feel of him deep in my throat. His musky, natural scent filled my
lungs, as I tamped down the gag reflex. Sucking forcefully, I then
nibbled and licked, relishing his moans of pleasure, while his
hands tangled in my hair.

“Baby, that’s so good. Ooohhh…”

I pulled his balls away from his body and
laved each thoroughly, massaging them in my mouth and prodding
their softness with my tongue. I managed to cram both in at once,
which elicited a lengthy groan from him.

“Oh, God, David. You have to take me
now.”

“How do you want it?”

“From behind, otherwise we’ll get sand
everywhere.”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

My fingers sunk into the soft sand, my knees
cushioned by the beach. “Do it. I want it. Don’t wait.” I trembled
with anticipation.

“You want what?” His hand was on my butt,
squeezing the generous globes.

“I want you, David. All of you.” His finger
slid into my wetness. “Oh-my-God!” It was driving me wild.
“I…God…please, David. Don’t make me wait anymore.” His hands
gripped my hips, while he filled me completely with one long
thrust. “Omigod!”

“You’re so amazing, Marissa.”

I moaned. “You can do it harder.”

“Demanding little wench.”

“I am. Please.” I was nearly mad with want,
my body having taken over. It demanded satisfaction. I braced
myself, while he slid freely, our bodies touching and
separating.

“Oohh…man…”

“Oh, yes…David.”

The strands of my hair fell to the sand,
while I gasped with pleasure. The friction our bodies and the
sweltering humidity of the tropics left me damp with perspiration.
A significant tingling brought a burst of sensation. I wouldn’t
last long, because the pleasure was far too intense.

“David! Oh, I can’t stand it. Ooohh…”

“Marissa!”

The force of the climax tore through my
system, leaving me shuddering, contracting around his hardness. I
moaned helplessly, biting my lip to keep from screaming, but in the
end, I cried out, not being able to stop it. “DAVID!” He indulged
me, until the last dregs of bliss floated away. “Oh, my goodness.”
I turned to look at him. “What about you?” He grinned slightly,
looking roguish.

“You could take me in your mouth.”

His wet, angry-looking phallus was before my
face. I grasped him without hesitation, relishing his groans of
pleasure. My cheeks sunk with each enthusiastic pull.

“Holy, Jesus!” His hands were in my hair,
tangling the silken tresses, while I continued to satisfy him, his
utterances drifting into the jungle. “Honey,” he groaned. “I’m…so
close.” I watched, as the tip erupted and a creamy rope of fluid
landed on the pad of my tongue. “Marissa.” Salty spurts gushed into
my mouth. “Baby…thank you. Let’s wash off in the ocean.”

“We need to.”

“That was so good.”

Our eyes locked. “We should do it again…in a
while.”

He groaned in reply.

Life at camp became a joy, now that David had
ceased to ignore me. We sat in the hammock nearly every day, while
our fellow contestants scrambled and strategized, playing the game.
David continued to win most of the competitions, and I frequently
found myself in the bottom two, on the brink of being voted out. I
could have cared less. The heady, romantic feeling of being in love
helped ease the constant hunger in my gut, which had resulted in a
noticeable weight loss.

Susan was gone now, and Loren struggled to
hang on, while the challenges became more difficult. I hadn’t a
prayer, but I rooted for my friend. I wanted to see her in the
finals, as close to the three million dollar jackpot as possible. I
had survived for several weeks, and the Per Diem would allow me to
pay the bills. Whether David and I had a future together was the
question. As the days wore on and I hadn’t gotten my period, I
suspected I was pregnant, which worried me horribly. I wasn’t on
the pill and I’d had unprotected sex.

We had recently returned from a challenge,
and people wandered into the ocean to wash off. David handed me
half a coconut. “Babe, you need to eat.”

“Thanks.” He sat next to me in the sand,
looking bearded and tanned. “I might be done tonight.” I had lost
the challenge earlier today…again.