Island Curves (A BBW Romance)

by Virginia Wade

  “Yes.” He got up from the makeshift bed and grabbed my hand.

  I wanted to refuse; I had been about to object, but…he pulled me to my feet and I found myself on the beach with the moon overhead, its glow glistening seductively off the gentle waves. We were serenaded by a cacophony of croaking toads, bleating from the foliage of the jungle.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Nowhere. Here.” He sat on the sand and pulled me to him, his hardness pressing into my bottom. “Take this stinking jacket off.”

  “David!”

  “Just get it off.”

  Once the offending item had been removed, he unbuttoned my shirt, and I found myself on my back, the sand a comfortable resting place.

  He tugged on the bra. “Take it off…please.”

  “I’m not sure what you think is going to happen, Romeo, but I’m not used to being manhandled like this—” His face was buried in my breasts, the rough feeling of his beard chafing me. “Oh-my-God!”

  “These are so amazing.”

  He pressed the globes together and suckled each nipple in turn, which had me gasping with pleasure. I was so sensitive tonight that I jerked and thrashed, moaning at his touch.

  “No…I can’t…do this.” My objection sounded breathy and hollow.

  Instead of pushing him away, my fingers threaded through his hair, and my panties became shockingly damp, my arousal a creamy deluge, moistening the material. To illustrate this point, his hand slid into my shorts, straight to my center, where he began to finger me, plunging in deeply, wetting himself with the evidence of my need.

  “You have to stop,” I gasped. “I don’t even like you.”

  “You’re not my type either.”

  “You’re such a jerk.”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  “No, really…you…have to stop…”

  His lips were on my neck, biting, kissing, and sucking. It would be a miracle, if I remained unblemished tomorrow. He yanked my shorts down, along with the underwear, the clothing thoughtlessly discarded. My hands dove under his shirt, feeling the contours of his chest, each pectoral muscle a marvel of construction, and the nipples were firm little pebbles. Pushing against him, he fell onto his back.

  “Just hold up there, Cowboy.” You have to gain some measure of control over this situation, Marissa. Now!

  “God, suck me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me.”

  I should have told him to go to hell. He voted me out tonight. He was a spoiled little boy who lived for the thrill of adventure without the burden of having to hold down a job or be responsible for anything other than his climbing gear.

  Enjoy him, Marissa. It’s just sex. You know you want it.

  I shouldn’t.

  Why not?

  Cause…I don’t know.

  Take him, woman!

  I could, couldn’t I? Who would know, if I enjoyed this scrumptious man? We’re alone on the beach. There are no cameras.

  “Oh, the hell with it!” After giving myself permission to indulge in the forbidden, I yanked on his shorts, releasing a long, hard phallus, which twitched and stirred and glistened with wetness. “Oh, my God.”

  He sat up suddenly grabbing me. His hands held my face. “You’re so…not my type.”

  “I can tell.”

  Our eyes met, and, for a long, heated moment, our breaths mingled. The energy of the attraction buzzed between us like an invisible force field.

  “It’s just jungle insanity,” I murmured. “None of it is real.”

  “Yeah. That’s what it is.”

  He seemed relieved that I’d found the answer. Had I? He kissed me, but it was more like he ate my mouth. He sucked on my lower lip and then drove his tongue in almost ruthlessly, mine meeting it just as aggressively. I was nearly crushed within the heated strength of his arms, drowning…willingly.

  When at last we parted, he murmured, “I want you, Marissa.”

  I glanced at his anatomy and shivered. I’d never desired anything more in my life. I reached for it.

  Chapter Five

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  His hands were on my breasts, squeezing gently; the massage was just what I needed to quench the dull ache in my boobs. A nipple was caught between his fingers. His member was in my hands, the musky scent teasing me, daring me to taste him.

  “God, honey. Don’t stop touching me.”

  I had never been with such an eager lover before, and his naughty demands made the muscles in my womanhood contract pleasurably. Bending over him, I gave the glossy tip a lick, and he groaned.

  “Oh, yeah, Marissa.” His head fell to the sand. “More, honey. Do me more.”

  I sucked him while, his groans drifted into the jungle, the perfect accompaniment for the wild lust of nature. His hands drifted to my head, mussing my hair. With each pull, my anatomy flooded with sensation, the pressure began to build, driving me nearly to distraction. I gagged on the length, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

  “Baby…oh, God…”

  And then, I’d had enough. “Oh, I can’t stand this!” I boldly straddled him, lowering onto the object that I craved so desperately. “Oh, wow…oh…my…” It had been a long time since I had sex, and he filled me completely. It was almost too much.

  His hands went to my hips. “Oh, Marissa. God…take me.”

  “You’re a naughty boy, David,” I purred.

  “I am.”

  His fingers sunk into the softness of my hips; the extra weight that I wasn’t able to lose was in his hands. My thighs were soft and slightly dimpled, but, at this moment, all I could focus on was his magnificent erection, plunging deep inside of me.

  “Oohhh…David…”

  “That’s it, baby. You got it.”

  My ample breasts jiggled with the motion of my hips, my nipples flying. “Ooohhh…”

  “You’re so beautiful. Jesus Christ.”

  “I..I’m fat.”

  “No. You’re perfect.”

  His praise had me softening towards him, relaxing, and thoroughly enjoying the feel of him inside of me, while the bulging nub of my clit rubbed against his pelvis.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I gasped. I dug my fingertips into his chest, kneading the expanse of flesh and muscle, as if he were bread dough. “Oh, David.”

  “I can feel you clenching around me.”

  “I’m so close.”

  “What do you need?”

  “I…”

  “Don’t be shy, Marissa. What do you need?”

  I hesitated a moment, worried about what he would think of me, but then I didn’t care. “Can you take me from behind?”

  A saucy grin split his face. “I’d love to.”

  I lifted from him, dripping with our combined juices. Getting on my hands and knees, I offered up my ample assets, waiting for him to take me. His hands were on my hips; then he smacked my cheek.

  “Ouch!”

  “You’re a naughty girl, Marissa.”

  “Please don’t tease me.”

  He slid inside with one push. “Oh, man…”

  I couldn’t wait to get pounded to oblivion. “I’m so close.” I’d missed having sex these last few months, nearly forgetting how much I enjoyed it. “Oh, God, yes, David!” He drove home with each thrust, knocking against my cervix, which exacerbated the sensations.

  “You feel so nice, babe.”

  I gasped, as ecstasy tumbled towards me, heady and out of control. My orgasms were always incredibly intense, even when I was alone with my dildo. I’d tried to temper my reactions over the years, but I had never been able to do it. As I throbbed and shuddered, my sex clenched around him, and a scream tore from my lungs.

  “DAVID!”

  “That’s it, baby. Oh, yeah…”

  He drove into me, stiffening, his silken wetness dousing me thoroughly. Together we rode out the storm, one spasm at a time, until he softened and fell free. Fluid dripped down m
y inner thighs.

  I fell stomach first into the sand and gasped. “Wow.”

  He lay beside me, touching my back. “You’re a bit of a screamer. I like it.”

  Embarrassment had me closing my eyes. “Oh, no. The entire camp probably heard that.”

  “No doubt,” he chuckled.

  A mosquito buzzed near my ear. “We’re being eaten alive.” Sand had found its way into delicate, private areas it had no business being in. “I gotta wash off.”

  “I’ll join you.”

  He held my hand, leading me to the ocean. The water was as dark as the sky, yet the currents were gentle. He grabbed me, and we floated together, while the waves buoyed us. I wrapped my legs around his midsection, clinging to him. We remained joined quietly for long minutes in this embrace. I pressed my face into his neck, inhaling the naturalness of his skin.

  “Aren’t sharks more prevalent at night?”

  He laughed, “Maybe.”

  “Let’s get out soon. I’m scared. I don’t like dark water.”

  “That’s fine with me, sweetheart.”

  I disengaged myself reluctantly and swam away from him. I shivered in the slight chill, my feet sinking into soft sand. It was freeing being naked in paradise at night, because I didn’t have to worry about being seen. I stood drying off naturally, before putting my clothes on.

  David had come up behind me. “Marissa?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Look, we gotta keep what happened between us, okay?”

  I turned to look at him, struck again by how handsome he was. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m in an alliance with the guys. I gave them my word.”

  An unpleasant notion entered my consciousness. “Do you think I slept with you to further my game?”

  “No, but…I could get shit for this, you know? And, we need to avoid each other in front of the cameras.”

  My hands were on my hips. “Well, we wouldn’t want the girlfriend back home to find out about this, huh?”

  “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

  “Wife?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Been busy.”

  Or he was commitment phobic. “Whatever, David. If you want this to be a secret, fine.”

  “Shit, now you’re mad.”

  “I’m not mad.”

  “Yes you are.”

  I thrust my arms through the sleeves of the jacket. “It’s late. I’m beat.” I headed for the camp, but he was hot on my heels.

  “Look, if we met somewhere else, under different circumstances, I would’ve asked you out. It’s just…it’s the game. I’m trying to keep my head on straight. I wanna win. I hate to lose.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Didn’t you come here to win? I heard you talking about your little girl. Don’t you want to win for her?”

  I stopped walking. “I do, but I’m realistic. I’m here for the Per Diem, really. I never thought I’d go to the end.”

  “I gotta win.”

  “Good for you.”

  “Shit. You’re pissed.”

  “What do you care? It’s a game remember?” Anger was about to get the better of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Why did he have to ruin a magical experience? “Don’t expect a repeat of what just happened, okay? That was…a huge mistake.” I began walking.

  “It sure was.”

  Fuck you, asshole! I stomped off towards camp, observing the others sleeping. I got on the makeshift platform and tried to find a comfortable position, but the wood dug into my back. David was suddenly near. Strong hands surrounded me, which I protested against.

  “Stop!”

  “Come here.”

  “No.”

  “Quit squirming,” he whispered. “Go to sleep.”

  The other contestants were out for the count, and, as I rolled into the security of his arms, pressing my face against the steely expanse of his chest, I sighed. I was entirely too weak where David was concerned, but it was comfortable being near him. He offered a buffer to the hardness of the planks beneath me. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, until a noisy, barking bird woke me the next morning.

  David had left the shelter early, as had several other people. I sat up eyeing the ocean, while the grey light of morning began to fade. A while later, I encountered Loren at the fire pit, after the men had left camp to go fishing. “Hi.” A camera guy stood nearby, pointing his lens right at me. I looked like death in the morning. Great.

  She smiled broadly, yet bleary-eyed. “Good morning to you.”

  “Ugh.”

  “Did you sleep well?”

  I’d slept surprisingly well, and, if it wasn’t for the stiff muscle in my neck, I would have felt perfect. “Yeah.”

  “What happened to your lip?”

  “Huh?” I touched my plump lower lip, feeling a gigantic swelling. “What does it look like?”

  “Purple.”

  “Shit.” David had sucked on it last night, bruising me.

  She laughed, “Honey, we heard what was goin’ on. You weren’t exactly quiet.”

  This was mortifying. “God.” I held my face in my hands.

  “I’m not surprised. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

  “He’s a little prick.”

  “That small, huh?”

  “No, I mean, that was…fine…but personality wise. Ugh.”

  She nodded. “Yeah.” Her eyes sparkled knowingly. “You’re just gonna love to hate him, aren’t you?”

  “He’s only interested in winning the stupid game. I’m not…doing that with him again. It was a mistake.” I itched my leg, feeling fresh mosquito bites.

  “Hey, Marissa,” called Susan. “Did you sleep well?” She exchanged a glance with Loren. “It was kinda hot in the jungle last night. Wasn’t it?”

  Oh, God. I had to use the bathroom. “I’m outta here, guys.”

  “Aw, come on. Tell us about it. It sounded like a hell of a time.”

  I cringed. “I gotta pee.” I walked away, the camera guy following. “You gonna video this?” I knew he couldn’t answer me. “Golden showers in the jungle?” I stepped around a palm tree, separating myself from the prying eye of the camera lens.

  Chapter Six

  During the next few days, we settled into a routine, which consisted of scrounging the jungle and the ocean for food to feed our starving bellies and surviving the strenuous challenges, which seemed to get worse with each passing day. By some miracle, I had eluded the bottom two for three days in a row, thereby not being up for the vote at Panel. I’d come close to losing today during an endurance test, where we had been forced to perch on a wooden pole on tiny footholds. I’d managed to hang on long enough, Doug falling off before me, thereby joining Wayne in the final two. Doug had been voted out.

  I ached everywhere now, and, as I sat next to Loren before the fire, I stared at David, who had won the challenge today, thereby obtaining another tarp, a hammock, and pillows. Our sleeping arrangements had improved dramatically. The only problem was, that I lusted after him horribly, even with his scruffy beard and my prickly legs. We were becoming a sorry lot, hairy and disgusting, not having had a proper shower or a toothbrush in days. Loren and I picked at our teeth with sticks, while lamenting how smelly we were.

  Ashley handed me a mango. “Thanks.”

  “We should play spin the bottle or somethin’. I’m bored,” she said.

  Along with the tarp and pillows, David had scored a basket of wine and cheese. The booze hadn’t lasted ten minutes. We’d gotten drunk off a small portion of alcohol, the effects already worn off. Two cameramen loitered nearby, waiting for something remotely interesting to happen.

  Ashley placed the bottle in the sand. “Okay, I’ll go first. Whoever this lands on has to strip naked and run into the water. All right?” This announcement was met with the sudden flashing of the little red lights on the cameras.

  “I’m game,” said Chris. “Go ahead.
Spin that thing.”

  “I will.” Ashley beamed, her skinny little body on full display in her miniscule bikini. “Here goes.” She rotated the bottle, and it came to rest on Beth. “You…have to run naked into the ocean.”

  “Aw, shit. Do I, really?”

  “Rules of the game, honey,” said Chuck. “Go scare the fish.”

  “Dangit.” She stepped out of her shorts, revealing bikini bottoms. Then she lowered them and discarded her shirt and bikini top. She held an arm over her small breasts and a hand over her crotch. “You guys suck.” She ran off towards the water and flung herself in. She came back dripping wet and shivering. “Ugh.”

  David stared at me, and my tummy tingled. I slept next to him every night, feeling his manhood pressing against my bottom, urgent and needy. I refused to give into him again. I wasn’t going to be pretty boy’s little slut, although I craved it.

  The bottle landed on Emma. “Emma, truth or dare.”

  “Truth.”

  “Did you throw the ring toss competition yesterday?” asked Susan. “Come on. Be honest.”

  “No.”

  “For real?”

  “For real. I swear. I sucked at that.”

  Susan looked doubtful. “Okay. Your turn.”

  Emma spun the bottle, which landed on David. Her face lit up. “Oh, goody. Truth or dare.”

  “Dare.”

  She smacked her hands together gleefully. “You…” she glanced at me…“have to kiss Marissa for a full minute.”

  His expression was peculiarly blank.

  “And we’ll be counting, slowly. We need to see tongue and everything.”

  My stomach fluttered distractingly, while my panties dampened with arousal. Loren glanced at me. I met her stare, trying to hide a smile. I anticipated this like an overeager teenager. I’d been trying to forget how wonderful it felt being in his arms, the smell of his skin, and the feel of his lips on me, but I couldn’t, not for a minute.

  “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.