Island Curves (A BBW Romance)

by Virginia Wade

  “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.”

  Chapter Seven

  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.

  Chapter Eight

  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.

  “Probably.”

  I met his gaze. “It’s okay. I got what I came for. Actually, a lot more.”

  His expression was stark. “I don’t wanna be here without you.”

  Our camera guy hovered, recording every word. Our romance had made us popular, and we were followed relentlessly.

  “It’s only another week.”

  He played with the sand. “I wish they’d keep you.”

  “It’s better that Loren stays. She’s stronger.”

  “I want you to stay.”

  I smiled. “We’ll see each other after the show.”

  “Maybe I’ll quit tonight and go with you.”

  “No! You have a shot to win this thing. Don’t you dare quit.”

  “I…really like you, Marissa.”

  “I like you too.”

  “I have to see you again. I wanna meet your little girl.”

  “You will.” I could hardly believe he was saying these things to me.

  His arms went around my back, drawing me close. “You totally wrecked my game, Marissa.”

  I giggled, “Poor, David. You’re still in it.”

  “The guys don’t trust me. They said I betrayed them, picking you over them.”

  “You’ll beat them with your brawn.”

  “I don’t wanna be here without you.”

  “It’s gonna be okay.”

  He kissed me, tasting of coconut. “When this is over, I’m coming for you.”

  “You better.” We had only a few hours left together and then it would be over. The feeling was bittersweet.

  That night, at Panel, I was voted out. On the gently swaying boat, with torches flickering, I grabbed my bag and waved to the remaining contestants. Our hostess, Charlene Laird, was garbed in a pretty white dress with immaculate hair and make-up. I was so jealous of her, and I couldn’t wait to have a long shower and shave my legs. Before I stepped into the boat, David jumped to his feet, grab
bing me for a huge hug.

  “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

  “Bye, David.”

  “I’m gonna miss you.”

  “Me too.”

  Every dramatic moment had been caught on tape, and, as I climbed into the motorboat, the camera guy had his lens focused on me. I didn’t want to breakdown in tears, but they fell nonetheless, wetting my face. My stint on the show was officially over now, America having the final vote in the end. I would go home and wait, wondering if David and I had a future, or if our relationship had only been jungle insanity, the effects of extreme isolation in a confined space.

  I caught a flight home the next day, after spending the night showering and bathing, trying to remove several week’s worth of grime and gunk from the pores of my skin. My parents were shocked when they saw me at the airport. I had lost more than eighteen pounds on the island diet, which consisted mainly of fish, rice, and fruit. I had indulged in a massive meal the night before and overate to such a degree, that I actually vomited in the middle of the night due to a severe upset stomach. I would have to take it slowly, adjusting to fatty foods again, although I wanted to retain my weight loss for as long as possible.

  Scarlett was thrilled to see me, screaming at the top of her lungs. “Mommy! Mommy!”

  My mother had spoiled her with lots of Lalaloopsy Dolls and a carry along playhouse. The first order of business was seeing my doctor, who confirmed that I was indeed pregnant, and promptly prescribed vitamins.

  When I told my mother about this recent event, she said, “You’re kidding, right?”

  “No. I really like him, mom. He’s just adorable and sexy and sweet.”

  She shook her head. “Where are your brains, Marissa? You already have one kid you can’t afford. How could you get knocked up again? Does the guy even know?”

  “No.”

  Her sour expression said it all. “You didn’t get enough money off that TV show to pay for this. I just don’t know where your head is sometimes.”

  I waited out the week anxiously, while applying for jobs around town, praying something would open up. I had been working at an optometrist’s office before the reality show, and I was hoping Dr. Jack Greer would hire me again, but he’d been angry that I had quit to pursue fifteen minutes of fame.