Buying Curves

by Roxie Wilde

  “I’m planning on starting college in the spring. Probably a local community college for the first two years to save a bit.”

  She was absolutely perfect, and I intended to make sure our future together was everything she deserved.

  My mother paled to the same shade as the cream leather sofa.

  “Luci’s going to be a theatre major.” I tightened the arm I had draped around her shoulder, squeezing Luci close.

  Bright spots of color flushed her face as I brought up things we’d discussed late into the night.

  “Theatre? How… quaint.” Pops refilled mom’s glass before topping off his own.

  “It’s perfect,” I went on. My own smile was still fixed firmly in place, but I could feel the prickle of anger rising at my parents’ disrespect of Luci. “She’s going to help me completely revamp Knight Media. A big push back to classic art and stagecraft. She’s incredible-”

  “Olly, that’s enough.” My father’s voice cut me off, quiet disapproval dripping off of every syllable. “I’m sure Luci is perfectly lovely.” His tone suggested he thought anything but.

  “But I’m sure you can’t mean to actually hand over creative control of the family business to some--”

  There was a sharp intake of breath. From Luci, I assumed. I doubted my mother had enough use of her own face left to pull off actual shock. It didn’t matter, I was already on my feet. My smile was completely gone now, all pretense and attempts to placate my father gone right out the window.

  “No. That’s enough.”

  “Oliver, I didn’t mean it that way.”

  I heard the tell-tale clack of heels, turned to see Luci exiting the room at top speed.

  “Luci, wait— “ I started, but she was already turning the corner.

  “Oliver, son. Let her go. It’s for the best. You don't’ want anyone that thin skinned. Well, I say thin, but really— “

  My father stopped talking as my fist hit his jaw.

  The room echoed with the crack of it, followed quickly by the shattering of glass as his martini hit the floor.

  “Oliver!” My mother shrieked.

  “Sit down, mother.” I smiled at her, but there was no humor in it. “The two of you are the absolute worst. You can’t see something innocent and beautiful without wanting to destroy it. You wanted me to grow up, start acting like the Knight I was born to be? Fine.”

  I glared down at them as my father hauled himself up onto the couch next to my mother, cradling his face.

  “Jesus, Oliver, I think you broke my jaw!” He shouted.

  “Next time I won’t go easy on you!” I roared back at him.

  “You’re both going to get out of California. Tonight. Go crawl back under whatever rock you spend the summers under, and stay there. You’ll be invited to the wedding. You will not be attending, but you will be cordial with Luci in the future, am I clear?”

  “Yes, yes. Fine. We’ll be nice to the girl. But what about the company, Oliver?”

  I smiled back at her, all teeth. They’d always wanted me to be a shark.

  “You mean my company? I looked into it last year. All those clever games to avoid taxes, all the shell companies...mostly in my name. Well, I made a few phone calls last night. They’re all in my name now.”

  I straightened my cuffs, sneering down at them.

  “Money may be all either of you ever cared about, but I learned better. There are more important things. I’m not cruel, though. Not like you. I’m better than that, so I won’t leave you destitute, though you deserve it. If you set one foot out of line with Luci though, if you don’t do as your told from now on? We’ll see how well you do with only each other to rely on. I can’t imagine a punishment more threatening than that for either of you.”

  With that, I turned my back on my parents and chased after the only thing that truly mattered — the love of my life.

  Chapter 9

  Luci

  I wouldn’t let them see me cry. I wouldn’t. Growing up in the sticks, you get used to pop culture being decades behind. Case in point: Mom loved to quote Frankie Valli at me.

  Big girls don’t cry, Luci.

  Was it really a surprise I’d wanted to leave as soon as humanly possible?

  Despite appearances, I didn’t have particularly thick skin. Sticks and stones break bones, and words definitely hurt me. I always tried to maintain a smile and a calm demeanor, but I could never quite get them out of my head. The snide remarks and cruel intentions. They lingered, keeping me up at two in the morning.

  I wouldn’t let Oliver see me like this. I wouldn’t give his parents the satisfaction. I heard him calling out to me as I made my way out the door, but I didn’t turn around. If I looked back, if I saw his face? I’d break. I knew it. He had been nothing but kind, but I knew in the back of my mind that his kindness had an expiration date, and my heart couldn’t take his sweet, loving gaze turning sour.

  I wobbled a bit in my Jimmy Choos, but still managed a brisk pace. Only once I was outside did I realize I had snatched the keys to the BMW. Technically it was stealing, but only for a minute. I’d just drive back to Oliver’s and collect my poor Civic. And then get on with my life… somehow.

  Fucking idiot.

  I’d been waiting for this shoe to drop ever since he knocked on my window and smiled his stupid charming smile. Things never worked out for the Luci Miller’s of the world, not like they did for the Oliver Knight’s. He’d been born on third base, and I hadn’t even made the starting lineup.

  Still, part of me had hoped. That small girl that had never outgrown romance hoped. That hope was the reason I looked over my shoulder and expected him to be charging out of the house after me.

  There wasn’t anyone there though. Just an open door and crushed dreams.

  It was better this way. I’d gone and fallen stupidly, hopelessly head over heels in love with a man whose parents thought I was nothing. A man who lived in a different world— a different solar system— than me. Had I actually been naive enough to hope this could somehow work?

  The car beeped at me as I unlocked it, and I resented its chipper tone. It sounded happy, and how dare anything be happy right now? I kicked off my stupid heels and slammed the door, peeling out in a cloud of white smoke. I wanted to be strong enough not to glance in my mirror, but I wasn’t.

  He still wasn’t there.

  ***

  I blew past Jennifer and her questions, completely tuning her out as I stormed into the master bedroom and slammed the door behind me. I didn’t have fifty thousand dollars, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to keep every stitch of clothing. It fit like nothing else I’d ever owned, and just having it made me feel ten times sexier. I grabbed a bag and just started stuffing everything into it haphazardly.

  The sound of the door opening triggered the rage I’d been bottling up for the last eighteen years of my life. I turned, already speaking.

  “Jennifer, I swear to fucking god if you don’t leave me alone— “

  Oliver smiled back at me, both hands out, palms facing me. Appeasing. I recognized the stance as the same one I would use near a feisty bull. Pacifying, calming.

  “If you want me to leave, I will. It’s my room, though, so it’ll raise some awkward questions…” He trailed off. “Right. Sorry. Listen— “

  “If this is about the money, it’s fine I don’t want— “

  “No. Luci, listen to me. I love you.”

  “Stop, Oliver. Just stop. You don’t have to pretend— “

  “God damn it woman! I don’t care about the money and I’m not pretending. I love you, Luci Miller. I’ve loved you since I set eyes on you. You’re completely different from any girl I’ve ever spent time with and it’s exactly what I’ve been looking for all my life. You’re it for me, Luci. I mean it.”

  He was flushed, breathing fast. He’d closed the distance between us as he spoke, and his hands had settled on my shoulders as he finished speaking. His words hit me with the force of
a sledgehammer. Then his mouth was on mine, almost with the same force, and I melted into him.

  This time our kiss started heated and grew more aggressive. He pressed against me and I pushed myself against him, grinding against the hard length of his erection through his slacks. He groaned into my mouth and, emboldened, I reached down to stroke him.

  That was apparently enough to push him into action. His hands gripped my dress and ripped it off of me. The sound of the fabric tearing sent a mixture of arousal and regret coursing through me.

  “I liked that dress,” I said, panting.

  “I’ll buy you a dozen more,” he growled against me. I shuddered as his hands traced the lines of me, teasing and touching along every inch of my skin. I gasped and shivered and pressed myself against him as he claimed every inch of my body with the warmth of his hands.

  I moaned against him, leaning into his kiss hungrily. He pushed us until the backs of my knees hit the bed and then I was on my back and he was leaning over me, his lips following the trails of his fingers against my skin. Exploring me. I should have been glowing red like a tomato by this point, but my shyness seemed to have hit the floorboards with the tattered remnants of my dress.

  He pulled his own clothes off almost as quickly as he had mine, and I couldn’t stifle my gasp at the first sight I had of him naked. He was a chiseled god, rippling planes of muscle that made my pussy clench in anticipation. I reached out, running my hands along him, feeling the hard lines of his body.

  Oliver pressed his lips to my breasts, looking up at me as he made his way down my body. His tongue traced my curves and I distracted myself by squeezing the hard muscles of his shoulders, digging my nails into his back as he took one hard nipple between his lips.

  I strained to hold his eyes, unwilling to tear myself away from his piercing gaze, but I couldn’t restrain myself. I threw my head back, eyes squeezed shut as he teased my sensitive breasts with his hands and mouth.

  I expected him to stop there. I’d had men’s gazes glued to my ample chest all my life, and I always knew my tits would be the focus of any lust shown my way.

  I didn’t mind; I did have a nice pair.

  Oliver didn’t stay focused on them though. His fingers traced along my sides, brushing my skin. They ghosted down to squeeze my thighs, spreading them apart to—

  “Um,” I started

  “Shhhh.” His whisper was cool and soothing and so fucking confident. He clearly knew what he was doing as he kissed his way down my body. I squirmed, one arm going over my eyes to try and hide, my shyness rebounding back with double the strength as Oliver Knight kissed my pussy for the first time.

  “Oh fuck, Olly,” I whispered.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Luci.”

  He talked around me, murmuring against my sensitive skin in a way that sent a buzz of pleasure spiking through me. The whole situation was overwhelming — the suddenness of going from abject misery to all-consuming lust, the feeling of a man’s hands and mouth on my body for the first time— it was building me up to the peak at a much more rapid pace than I was used to.

  Normally my orgasms— solo adventures, every one— took time. I was used to coaxing them out gently. Oliver took them by force in a way that made me respond harder than I knew I could. The first one hit me suddenly, my thighs clamping down around his ears, sheets gripped in my fist as I twisted and screamed into my own arm, mindful of Jennifer lurking somewhere in the house.

  “Good girl.”

  He murmured at me from between my thighs as he wiped off his chin.

  “Fuck me, Oliver.”

  He slid up my body, and I was suddenly aware again of just how big he was. His frame dwarfed mine, and I could feel the heat of his cock between my thighs. Resting at the wet entrance of my cunt. Poised to pounce.

  “Take my virginity, please, Sir.”

  For once I got the last word, as he responded by pushing into me with a groan.

  Chapter 10

  Oliver

  Luci had the tightest pussy I had ever fucked.

  I knew she would from the moment we met, knew that I would be inside her, that I had to have her. There was something about her, an attraction that transcended pure lust. I was drawn to her by far more than the need to fuck her.

  Fucking her was good though. Impossibly good, as the young voluptuous girl beneath me writhed in pleasure. Even as wet as she was from being eaten out, she was still gripping my dick like a vice.

  I worked myself into her slowly, savoring every inch gained. I watched her squirm and shake in pleasure as she grew accustomed to a cock for the first time.

  My cock.

  “You belong to me now, Luci.”

  She gasped as I pumped my hips, pushing into her. I felt her nails digging into my back and leaned down, pressing into her more.

  “Y-yes Sir!” She stammered as I fucked her.

  I took my time, enjoying the incredible feeling of her tight pussy opening up around me. Her legs wrapped around my narrow waist, squeezing me tightly and pulling me deeper into her hot wet heat.

  I started with a slow tempo, pumping into Luci with an easy rhythm, watching her face and judging how far I could push her. She was so incredibly beautiful, a picture of ecstatic feminine sexuality. My hands slid down to her hips, pulling her back against me, making her take me full to the hilt. I saw her gorgeous eyes widen as I filled her completely, felt a quiver rock through her as she shuddered in pleasure.

  “You are so breathtaking,” I whispered against her, claiming her lips with mine.

  “No, you are,” she said as we parted, planting kisses along my jaw that made my spine tingle in pleasure.

  I felt her hands roaming along my back, feeling the play of muscles there as I pistoned into her again and again. I sped up my tempo, increasing the pace of our lovemaking until I was slamming into her as fiercely as I could. I lifted her hips, angling the head of my cock to press against her g-spot with each thrust. Just fucking her wasn’t enough— I wanted to rock her world off its foundation.

  My mouth found hers again, kissing her over and over. My hunger for her body knew no bounds, and I knew I would never tire of feeling her like this. She was every inch the woman I had been waiting for all of my life.

  I felt her tighten up around me, her firm walls milking me in rapid succession. It was almost enough to push me over the edge, but my resolve to extend her first time, to make it special. Memorable.

  My lips pressed against her neck, kissing my way down to the join of her shoulder. I sank my teeth into the skin there, biting her as I fucked her, claiming her and marking her at the same time.

  “Mine,” I growled.

  “Yours,” she replied. She was breathless, panting, eyes alternately screwing shut and slamming open. She was overwhelmed with sensations, and I wasn’t about to let up for one second. I reached one hand down between us, rubbing her clit as I slid my cock in and out of her dripping wet cunt.

  She couldn’t contain her scream this time, and I didn’t stifle her. I wanted everyone in the house— everyone in the world to know.

  Luci belonged to me now.

  Epilogue

  Celeste

  I smiled as Luci walked into my store. I had been expecting her— these days she made appointments, instead of wandering in from the street. Money had become her quite well. She looked every inch the billionaire’s fianceé

  “Luci, darling, you look magnificent. Positively radiant, and— ohmygod is that a diamond or a baseball on your finger?!”

  The young girl giggled along with me in delight as we examined the huge engagement ring that Oliver had given her.

  “I know I shouldn’t care about it, because love is what’s really important… but I fucking love this ring so much I want to have a three-way with it and Olly.”

  I held her hand up, inspecting a diamond only barely smaller than the Hope and no doubt as expensive.

  “Girl, if he’s got more of these invite me over and we’ll ma
ke it a real party.”

  She laughed, pulling away.

  “Nuh-uh. This one is all mine. Don’t be greedy, Celeste. We’ll find you someone at the wedding.”

  “You set a date then?” I asked.

  She nodded. “The second weekend in January.”

  I whistled. “Damn, that soon? Locking him up quick, aren’t you?”

  She smiled, rubbing her stomach. “Well, I don’t want ruin the lines of your magnificent dress by showing yet.”

  I threw my head back, cackling.

  “Shotgun wedding, huh? So let me get this straight. You left Oklahoma behind to avoid becoming another pregnant coed married to the first man she slept with, and…”

  Her eyes sparkled with merriment. “...and I found true love in all those things. Isn’t it amazing how sometimes what we really need is what we’ve always been running from?”

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