Too hot to handle: A curvy girl romance

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by River Laurent


  My heart stung a little when I thought of Eleanor, but I pushed her image quickly to the back of my mind. I didn’t want to waste any more time on her. I just fooled myself into thinking she was a friend. All the emotion was on my side. I had to assume now that we became enemies forever from the moment Chad pulled me out of the crowd and performed his lap dance all over me.

  But it was worth it.

  Even now I felt a flutter in my chest when I remembered it. God, the mess of emotions running through my mind as he had touched, caressed, and tasted me. I was so nervous, but if I could go back and tell myself anything the night before, it would have been to just let it happen. It was going to be a mind-blowing experience of a lifetime.

  When we hooked up after the show and went to the bar for a drink I found him a far cry from the cocky asshole I’d been expecting. Who could blame me for pre-judging him? I mean, what kind of dude gets into stripping in the first place? But he was charming and surprisingly self-contained, and he used his magnetic eyes to flirt with me outrageously. I won’t lie it helped salve the fresh wound of my supposed best friend chewing me out in the bathroom to know he wanted me, not her. Who would have thought, he picked me over Eleanor!

  And then, of course, we had snuck off to his hotel room to have sex and oh my…

  I felt the mattress depress beside me, but I didn’t turn towards him. Taking my hand between his, he turned to look at me. I avoided his gaze. I wanted so much to go with him, I was afraid he was just messing with me. Maybe this was just something he did all the time. I didn’t want this beautiful fantasy I had drawn myself into in these last twenty-four hours to end.

  He put his finger under my chin and raised my face. My gaze collided with his. Jesus, he was gorgeous. How long would it be before his face stopped taking me by surprise? Never before had a guy who looked even half as good as him paid even the slightest crumb of attention to me before.

  It was some kind of a trip.

  Even if it all ended now with the words I was about to utter, I’d forever have this amazing memory of my time with Subway Chad, the most gorgeous male on earth.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered.

  His forehead furrowed. “Why not?”

  “I can’t afford it,” I admitted sadly, shaking my head. “I have no money, Chad, I’m unemployed, and my savings are pretty much tapped out by now…”

  Something flashed in his eyes, then he leaned in and kissed me, gently brushing his lips across mine, The gesture quieted me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I couldn’t get enough of him, not from the moment he took me to his room above the theatre.

  He pulled back, brushing his nose lightly against mine and smiled at me. “Don’t you know? I’m going to pay for everything.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “The flights, whatever you need when you’re there, all of it.”

  My eyes widened. “What?”

  He shrugged. “Of course. You didn’t think I was going to make you pay, did you?”

  The self-reliance my mother had instilled within me pushed back against the idea of someone else paying my way. Why couldn’t this guy live in the same block of flats as me so I could not only date him, but show him off to all of my family and friends? I shook my head. “I can’t let you do that. How can I expect you to pay my share of the rent, and food, and bills, and—”

  He laughed. “Since I own my apartment, the rent issue won’t come up. I have to air-condition the apartment whether you’re there or not. As for food, so much stuff in my refrigerator gets thrown out it almost criminal. So really you’d be making me feel better about my wastage.”

  “Even if that were true, which I know for a fact is not—obviously you’ll be spending more if I’m at your place—what would I do with my time? You have to go to work and I can’t work without a visa.”

  “Look, can we take this a step at a time? For now, we’ll just call it a holiday, hmmm? It can be as long or as short as we decide.” His eyes crinkled at the corners as his eyes filled with wicked amusement. “You’ve never been to Miami and I’ve never shacked up with an English girl. We can kill two birds with one stone.”

  My breath caught in my throat. Wow. The idea of us living together was so out there, and yet it made perfect sense. Chad felt the draw between us the same way I did, and like me, he didn’t want to let it slip away.

  He rested his forehead against mine and I let out a long breath. I had no idea what to do. This was all so sudden, and even the idea of following someone halfway around the world was crazy. It was so unlike me. But then a little voice inside me spoke up.

  “What have you got from a lifetime of playing by the rules? Where has it landed you?”

  The answer was clear and brutal.

  “Single, with no romantic prospects, a best friend who treated you like shit for years. While you played your part of staying nondescript so she could shine bright. You have no job and no interesting interviews lined up. Basically, your life sucks.”

  I frowned. Apart from my sister, Sasha, there was nothing keeping me in this country.

  “Come on, be a devil,” he coaxed.

  Drawing back, I forced myself to look into his eyes. These bright blue eyes had picked me out from the crowd the day before. If this was some kind of crazy dream that was about to come crashing down around me all at once, I was going to make the most of it while it lasted.

  I took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll go with you,” I blurted out. It was completely out of character, and my agreement had to be the maddest words that had ever come out of my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was agreeing to do something so freaking insane. And yet, I knew if I turned down the chance to do this, I would never stop regretting it, never stop wondering what could have happened had I been gutsy enough to go after what I really wanted. I felt as though the entire world had tilted a few inches, and everything I had been so sure about me and my future had changed.

  “You’ll go?” he repeated, a big happy grin breaking out over his face.

  I nodded slowly. I wasn’t sure I could say it again without tripping over the words, and there was no need for him to see the dorky side of me just yet.

  “That’s amazing.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the strip of my neck that was exposed just above the collar of the robe. “I can’t wait to show you everything. I promise you, you’re going to love America…”

  “I hope so,” I replied nervously. My stomach was still fluttering but the choice was made. No going back on it now. Not that I wanted to.

  “Now how about some breakfast?”

  “I only want a slice of toast.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

  “Come on. Eat it before it gets cold. I need to finish packing,”

  “Aren’t you going to have any?”

  He grinned, a wicked, wolfish grin. “The only thing I’m hungry for is pussy, which I intend to have once I’ve fed you.”

  I couldn’t keep a smile from cracking out over my face. This was really, actually happening. Even though it felt impossible, this man was crazy for me.

  “Where in America do you live?” I asked as I buttered my toast. There was so much basic information about him that I didn’t even have a grasp on.

  “Miami, of course,” he replied cheerfully, as though it should have been obvious. “It’s the real city of sin, let me tell you.”

  “You can just show me,” I replied, not realizing how flirtatious those words sounded until I’d said them. I flushed a little, and then remembered that I didn’t have to worry about holding back, not with him. We had already hooked up and it had been incredible, and watching him move around this place in that tight black shirt and a pair of well-cut jeans must have illuminated that side of me once again. He turned to me, eyebrows raised, slowly closing his suitcase as though to indicate that he was done with packing.

  “I guess I should be getting back to my place to pack,” I remarked, popping the last bit of toast into my mouth.


  He moved towards me, sure and confident. Slipping his arms around my waist, he pulled me against him. “But what about my breakfast?” he murmured tantalizingly into my ear. He moved lower and kissed my neck with butterfly kisses. I felt my knees begin to buckle underneath me, and I hooked my arms around his neck and hung on for dear life.

  “I guess you could have some,” I replied, voice already hoarse, and with that he hitched me up off the ground and carried me through to the bathroom. I hung on to him and giggled.

  “What are you doing with me?” I demanded still laughing, and he set me down next to the enormous shower and leaned in to switch it on, and then pulled off his shirt.

  “Setting the table for breakfast,” he replied, turning me around and beginning to undo the belt of my robe. I closed my eyes and grinned as I felt his fingers on me. And I knew, in that moment, I had made the right choice.

  Chapter 17

  Chad

  Her robe fell away from her onto the floor. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but the black suspender belt and stockings that I had not allowed her to remove last night. The stark darkness against her white skin was incredibly erotic to me.

  I ran my hands over the curve of her waist and down to her hips. Drawing her back against me I kissed swiftly up her shoulder and along her neck. She tilted her head to allow me all the access I wanted, and I let my fingers stray lower and sink into her ass.

  Some part of me stood awed. Almost in disbelief that this woman was all mine. I knew last night had been a long shot, but I couldn’t let whatever our connection was go that easily, not a chance in hell. I had travelled enough and slept with enough women to know when I shared something special with somebody, and what I shared with Madison was fucking crazy.

  “Mmm,” she groaned softly.

  I ran my hand over her throat, kissing her slowly, letting my tongue linger on her lips before I pushed it into her mouth. My cock was already rock hard as I pulled back and nudged her towards the shower.

  “I think you should get in,” I said.

  She walked under the rain-head shower, suspenders and all. I watched the water droplets land on her body and flow down in rivulets. So hot. Then the little minx coyly turned her back to me and executed a little shimmy, shaking that peachy ass for all it was worth. Widening her legs she pushed her butt out and made her pussy peek out between the round globes. Water coursed down her back and over her spine as though creating an arrow pointing to where I needed to be

  A deep growl of desire rumbled out of my throat. I was pretty sure it made me sound like a fucking caveman, but I didn’t give a crap. All I cared about was that I had my woman naked, wet, and ready to go. Without taking my eyes off her inviting pink folds, I undressed quickly. As soon as I was naked and sheathed I joined her, letting the water pour over our bodies together.

  “You look so fucking good like this,” I breathed, not sure if she could hear me over the sound of the running water and not caring. It wasn’t like I wasn’t going to tell her that a million more times anyway.

  She turned around, wrapped her slippery arms around me, and kissed me deeply while pressing her entire body against mine. There was something undeniably sexy about that, about feeling her tits and her pussy against me and knowing it was all there for me. She wriggled her ass against my cock and moaned again, the noise impossibly sexy. I wanted to prolong the moment, but my dick was getting painfully insistent and I was aware I needed to do something about it.

  “I need to be inside you right now,” I whispered in her ear.

  Obligingly, she put her hands on the tiled wall. I didn’t need any further encouragement. As I grabbed her hips, she arched her back and pressed back against me. I had hooked up with a good girl, but she was turning out to be fire. There was no denying the smoldering heat in watching a good girl pull shit like this.

  Fisting my erection, I pressed it against her slit. Slowly, taking my time, I eased myself inside of her and savored the feeling of her tight, wet pussy around my length. Some girls couldn’t take all of me, not Madison. She took me to the hilt.

  As my cock spread her open she gasped with pleasure. She half-turned her head to me so I could see the look of sheer bliss written all over her face. Her eyes were closed and mouth gaping open. Water flowed into it.

  I ran one hand up her front and began to play with her nipples, pinching and toying with them until they grew hard under my hands. Would this ever get old? I usually lost interest in hooking up with someone as soon as I had done it a couple of times and sometimes as soon as I’d had them once, but Madison, I just wanted more and more. Like some kind of heroine junkie I craved her. She just felt so fucking good, her body, her pussy, her tits; everything seemed as though it had been made for me, to fit into my hands, against my body, to accept into her body.

  I began to fuck her, going slow at first, and then picking up the pace until I was practically matching the water rushing down us. I drove into her hard so hard she began to grunt. As I withdrew I let my hand land on her curvy ass in a sharp slap on one cheek. Her flesh jiggled and she squirmed with pleasure in response. This wasn’t like last night, when I had wanted nothing more than to pleasure her all night long. No, this was just raw, unbridled desire.

  I wanted to see her ass red.

  I couldn’t tell how long we fucked, but I was inside her for long enough to permanently burn the image of her like that into my brain. The look on her face, the noises she made that I could hear over the water, the way she pushed back eagerly to meet my thrusting cock.

  After a while, I let my fingers stray forward to her clit, stroking the silky nub very gently. The contrast between the intense way I was fucking her and the tender way I was playing with her sweet clit very quickly dropped her over the edge. And how she went. Her jaw clenching, her eyes opened wide, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, and her pussy clenched like a vise around my cock.

  I swear to God, I’d never seen anything sexier than the way she totally abandoned herself to her climax. I tried to hold back just so I could watch the waves crash into her, but I couldn’t. Slamming hard into her as I came too. I held myself deep inside her for a few more moments, and then slowly, reluctantly, withdrew. Quickly disposing of the condom, I hooked an arm around her waist to keep her from toppling forward.

  She was breathing hard and fast as she wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed deeply then, her fingers running over my sodden scalp, and when she pulled back I could see that her cheeks were flushed. Without her makeup she was even more beautiful.

  “That was amazing,” she mouthed against my lips.

  I let one hand rest on her generous, reddened ass, and reached for the shampoo. “It was. I guess it’s time I got you cleaned up.”

  “Yes, I guess you should, because I have been a very dirty girl.”

  I laughed, and she closed her eyes and smiled, as blissful as I’d ever seen her.

  Pouring out shampoo into my palm, I turned her around and began to massage her scalp using firm, circular motions letting the suds build up.

  “Mmmm…”

  “Yeah, you go ahead and relax, baby, because I still have to have my breakfast.”

  Chapter 18

  Madison

  “Sorry, you’re going to do what?”

  I knew that telling my sister was going to be the hardest part, but I still had to pull my phone away from my ear to keep my eardrum from bursting when she reacted to the news. That hadn’t been as enthusiastic as I was hoping for, if I was being totally honest with myself.

  “I’m … uh, I’m going to America,” I repeated, wincing and pinching the bridge of my nose. I knew my sister was the one meant to look out for me when I was doing stupid shit, and for sure this could be put under that umbrella, but I could really have done with her support. I already felt as though my brain was going to drop out the back of my head at the shock of what I was doing.

  “You’re serious,” she said in a daze, as though trying to process what I wa
s saying to her. “You actually mean this.”

  “Yeah, I do,” I replied. “I know it’s…I know it’s a lot to take in, and I know it’s super fast, but—“

  “When did you meet this guy?’

  I cleared my throat. “Er…last night—”

  “Last night?” She stopped me before I could get any further. “What, at the strip show? I thought you were there with Eleanor?”

  “Yeah, well, Eleanor and I had kind of a falling out,” I explained awkwardly. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again any time soon.”

  “Well, that’s for the best,” Sasha agreed with me on that one, at least. “But this guy? Who is he?”

  “He’s one of the strippers,” I replied, and I couldn’t help but grin when I thought about my man. “The main one, actually.”

  “You need to slow right the fuck down, Sis,” Sasha exploded. A crinkle of static came down the line. “Because I need to get this straight. You’re going to America with one of the strippers?”

  Suddenly I could see how it must sound to anyone with half a brain. “Yes.”

  “Oh, Jesus.” She took a deep breath. “How can you afford it?”

  “He’s paying for everything,” I replied. “And putting me up in his apartment for … however long, I’m not sure yet, to be honest.”

  “Be straight with me,” she demanded, “you’ve already slept with this guy, right?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted. There was no point trying to keep anything from my sister; she would always see straight through me.

  “So, is this like, a situation where you’re running away to get married?”

  I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me. “No, no, it’s not like that,” I assured her. “It’s just…”

 

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