The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) (3 page)

While she was far from being a prude,
Gabrielle had always been the dominant force in her sexual
relationships. She tended to pick partners who were willing to go
along with what she wanted, who were anxious to please and who
listened to her instructions. While she would have thought that the
idea of being subjugated the way the secretary had been would be
repellant to her, Gabrielle’s recollection of the situation made
her hot with desire. She barely kept up her part of the
conversation as her mind lingered over details; the sight of
Edwards’ chest, the way he had looked so thoroughly satisfied with
himself as his hand had come down across the secretary’s bare ass.
She remembered the gut-deep sounds of the woman’s moans, the fact
that she had clearly been completely and utterly turned on by what
was happening in the office.

In the moment, she hadn’t thought she had
paid much attention to what Edwards looked like; in recall,
however, she realized that her senses had been unusually acute. She
could picture him vividly: tall and muscular, easily over six feet
with a tight look to his body rather than bulky mass. He had
classic features, with brilliantly blue eyes and dark brown hair
cut close in wavy curls around his head. His hands were
strong-looking, Gabrielle recalled, his thighs thick with muscle;
even his forearms were toned. Her mouth watered at the thought of
him, and she found herself wondering idly what exactly would have
happened next. He had been preparing to remove his belt, she
remembered—she tried to imagine it, to imagine herself in the
secretary’s position, hearing the whispering glide of the leather
belt slipping through the loops of his pants, the clinking of the
buckle, and then the subtle snap of the fine leather as he tested
it before coiling it and bringing it down against her skin in a
sharp crack that would send a heady jolt through her. Gabrielle
wondered what the belt would really feel like—different from the
hand, certainly, but would the pain be sharp, like a knife against
her skin, or more hot? And how long would Edwards have used the
belt on his willing victim? And then—Gabrielle’s mind turned the
corner—what would he have done after he had finished with the
belt?

In spite of the good time she was having,
Gabrielle’s erotic thoughts consumed her, and she found herself
looking around the club for a good target, someone she could take
on as an outlet for her hormonal high. She picked out a prospect,
watching him from afar for a long moment and putting her talent for
figuring men out to good use. He was tall and slim, with black hair
and bright eyes, a colorful tattoo sleeve disappearing into the
rolled-up cuffs of his shirt. He was wearing slightly loose,
slouchy black pants, a bright white dress shirt and a black vest,
and Gabrielle recalled that she had seen him before; he was the
bartender at her favorite night spot, a bar a few blocks away from
the club she was in. Whenever she had visited his bar, he was
always friendly; coming to refill her drinks quickly, always
pausing to chat with her for a few moments. He was a little shy,
but Gabrielle tended to like her men that way—the air of reserve
lent a little mystery to them.

Gabrielle approached him, coming to stand
near him at the bar on the pretext of getting a new drink. She
brushed her hip against him as if by accident and when he glanced
at her she started, smiling brightly. “Oh, I’m so sorry, did I
brush you?” she asked, calling up an expression of dismay. The
man’s brief flicker of annoyance at being bumped into transformed
into pleased surprise as he looked at her.

“No big deal,” he said, his voice barely
carrying over the music. “It’s crowded and all.” Gabrielle nodded,
smiling with apparent relief.

“I know you—you’re the bartender at
Sweeney’s, right?” The man nodded, turning to face her fully, and
Gabrielle drew just a little bit closer to him, striking up a
conversation. She mentioned that she was out celebrating a coming
job interview that she was fairly certain would result in the best
job of her life, and listened with interest as he talked about the
book he was working on. He insisted on buying her a drink, and
Gabrielle gave in after the minimum of protests that he didn’t have
to—that she could pay for herself. It was a dance that she knew
quite well. Her friends were not surprised by her defection, and
when she went away from the man she was seducing for a few moments
to talk to them once more, she felt his gaze following her and
smiled.

“Gabby’s got someone on the hook,” her friend
Victoria murmured with appreciation. While Gabrielle’s friends were
not all the same size as her—some larger and some closer to the
‘ideal,’ they all had a fair amount of admiration for her
self-confidence and self-possession, the way she was able to get
what she wanted from whichever man she happened to set her
intentions on.

“Ahh, it’s not guaranteed,” Gabrielle said,
though from the way he had been looking at her, she knew that it
would take a lot for him not to want to persuade her to come home
with him. She returned to his side after several minutes with her
friends, asking more questions about his book, about his interests
and hobbies outside of his job.

By the end of the night, the man—Alex—was
like putty in her hands. He invited her back to his apartment on
cue, and Gabrielle agreed after only a momentary hesitation,
entirely to increase his desire for her. She let herself be led out
of the club on his arm, suppressing her amusement at the fact that
the majority of men were so easy to convince, to seduce. He pressed
her against the passenger side door of his car, kissing her
hungrily while his hands traveled over her curves, lingering at her
hips and holding them tightly. Gabrielle could feel the pulse of
his lust, the tension in his body; as he deepened the kiss, she
felt his hard cock straining at the confines of his pants, pressing
against her as he pinned her to the cold metal of his car.

They made it to his apartment, and Gabrielle
finally let herself take control of the situation, wrestling it
from Alex’s hands with ease; they had retired to his couch in the
living room to kiss and cuddle, gradually increasing the intensity
of their embrace. Gabrielle shifted her weight, moving so that Alex
was on his side and then on his back before she slipped on top of
him quickly, straddling his hips and deepening the kiss in the same
moment. Alex’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts,
tickling her waist and then gripping her hips with need as
Gabrielle rocked against him, rubbing against the ridge of his cock
in his pants slowly and steadily. Alex began to unbutton her
blouse, burying his face against her breasts as soon as he had them
exposed, nuzzling the fabric of her bra. Gabrielle felt his hot
breath against her skin, the slickness of his tongue and the
softness of his lips as he pulled the cups down, taking one of her
nipples into his mouth.

Gabrielle went to work on Alex’s clothes,
unbuttoning his vest and pulling it off along his arms before she
began on his dress shirt. She slipped her hands underneath the
fabric, running her fingers along his chest and ribs. She moaned as
Alex’s hands moved over her body, stripping away her blouse
completely and finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it. Alex
moved his lips up from her breasts and back up to her mouth,
kissing her as they moved together; he thrust his hips up against
hers, and Gabrielle felt herself getting more and more wet,
thinking absently of Tyler Edwards as she and Alex stripped each
other down. She briefly wished that Alex had the kind of
personality that Edwards had—that he would be willing to treat her
the way that the powerful CEO had treated the secretary. But she
knew that the wish was unavailing; she needed to enjoy the moment,
and she had every intention of doing so.

Gabrielle managed to get Alex’s pants off of
him and reached into his boxers, past the elastic waist, to wrap
her hand around his hard cock. She pumped him firmly, feeling the
heat and heft of him, and Alex moaned out, his hips arching, his
cock twitching in her hand. She smiled to herself and tugged his
underwear down over his hips, slithering down along his body and
looking up at his face as she brought her mouth down onto him. She
took in just the tip at first, wrapping her lips around it firmly
and running her tongue along the sensitive skin. Alex gasped as she
took more and more of him into her mouth, looking up at his face.
She sucked and licked, tasting the sharp flavor of the precum that
began to flow gradually. Gabrielle pressed her tongue along the
nerve she knew ran along the underside of the shaft, from the base
to the tip, conquering her gag reflex as she moved her mouth over
Alex’s erection. He ran his fingers through her hair, moaning and
murmuring encouragements, swept up in the sensations that Gabrielle
was providing.

Alex pushed her away slightly when Gabrielle
knew he was close to the edge; she could feel his cock twitching
erratically between her lips, sensing the tension in his body. He
pulled her up and brought her face up to his, and Gabrielle moaned
as his hand slipped down between their bodies, caressing her slick
folds through the lace of her panties. He turned them over,
pressing Gabrielle down on her back against the couch, and began
kissing a trail down along her neck, over her breasts—lingering at
her nipples for a long moment that made Gabrielle squirm—and over
her abdomen before he nuzzled her hips. Alex tugged her panties
down, and Gabrielle gasped as he brought his lips up against her
pussy, parting her labia with his fingers and burying his face
against her. She rolled her hips, trying for better contact with
his tongue, her back arching as Alex lapped at her slowly at first
and then faster, the tip of his tongue probing the well of her sex,
moving upwards gradually.

Gabrielle writhed, pushing her hips down and
draping her legs around Alex’s shoulders as his tongue worked her,
teasingly moving up to her clit and then back downward to the well
of her pussy. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripped the
fabric of the couch underneath her, and moaned out over and over
again as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, working
first one and then two fingers into her tight, wet sex. He brushed
along her inner walls, caressing as he thrust deeper and deeper
into her, his tongue flickering against her clit until Gabrielle
couldn’t keep track of what he was doing, only react to it more and
more. She was panting, gasping, moaning as Alex continued his
assaults on her only too-willing body, feeling the fire lighting up
her nerves and the tension mounting deep between her hips. She
wished fleetingly that she had the self-control to push him away as
she reached the edge of climax—but she didn’t. Before she could
think to, she was tensing, every muscle in her body rigid in the
instant that she reached orgasm. She moaned out loud, arching and
twisting on the couch underneath Alex as she rode through her
climax, thrashing and throwing her head back as wave after wave of
pleasure washed through her.

Alex backed off only as the spasms began to
abate, slowly working his way back up her body to her lips. Still
in a daze, Gabrielle kissed him hungrily, able to taste herself on
his lips and tongue, holding his body close as an anchor to keep
her attached to reality. She felt the heat and hardness of his cock
pressing against her thigh, and her desire began to grow again.
Still panting, Gabrielle murmured, “Give it to me,” in Alex’s ear,
pushing her hips down against his. Alex checked for a moment,
looking into her eyes in the gloomy light. Gabrielle smiled up at
him winningly, rocking her hips and running her hands all over his
body. “You were so good,” she said, her voice almost a purr. “I
want more, Alex…” and she reached down, giving his hard cock a
firm, lingering stroke with her hand. Alex groaned, thrusting
mindlessly into her touch. Gabrielle stroked him slowly but
steadily, feeling his heat and hardness. She smiled to herself,
working into a rhythm, becoming fascinated with the way that Alex
responded to her touch. She loved the sense of power that she
felt—that Alex was intent on her by the nature of what she was
doing to him. Alex groaned, his hips moving steadily as Gabrielle
gradually picked up her pace. She didn’t want to finish him off—she
only wanted to get him close to the edge before she let him have
her. Alex’s movements were becoming more automatic, almost tidal,
his hips following the stroke of her hand. Gabrielle felt the
growing tension in his body and slowed down, keeping her grip firm.
She kissed him hungrily as she felt her own desire rising up, her
own need consuming her. Gabrielle guided Alex’s cock up against her
soaking wet folds.

He thrust into her slowly at first, letting
her feel the intrusion, and Gabrielle moaned half in frustrated
longing and half in cresting desire. He felt so good—so thick and
full inside of her tight walls. Alex began to pick up the pace
almost immediately and Gabrielle fell into rhythm with him,
twisting and rocking her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. Her
hands moved over his slim body, her fingers running through his
hair, down along his spine. She draped her legs around his hips,
taking him deeper and moaning into the kiss they shared. “God,
Alex,” Gabrielle gasped, feeling her pleasure mounting faster and
faster. Alex began to thrust up into her harder, one of his hands
slipping down between their bodies. He found her clit and began to
stroke and rub it firmly as he pushed his hips up into hers faster
and faster. Gabrielle cried out at the tingling electricity that
ran along every nerve in her body, pushing her hips down harder
against his, twisting and pivoting underneath him.