I silently chastised myself. I couldn’t help but think about how amazing it felt when our bodies pressed together. I didn’t want to be reminded of the firm command of his hands against my hips and back as he drew me into him. It was killing me to remember the way his tongue teased my mouth. But I couldn’t get control of my feelings…and my body was still reacting.
My pussy trembled, and my womb tightened with need; my breasts were growing heavier by the second as my nipples strained against the fabric of my bra. I pressed my thighs together, seeking some sort of relief. Though, I found none.
Torture. That’s what I got from my best friend tonight.
Chapter 4
TYLER
I watched her as she squirmed in her seat. The problem was that I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or because she wanted more.
Damn it. She tasted like heaven. I tried to take my time and savor every ounce of her, fully enjoying the enticing sensuality of her sweet mouth. It wasn’t enough though.
The craving I had for her settled in my groin; my cock stretched up towards my stomach, begging for release. My pulse started to pound, my heart was racing, as I sat like an inept fool, unsure of what to do next.
I wanted her. At first, I thought she wanted me too. But then she shied away.
Shit! This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
I couldn’t sit back and do nothing. I needed to know definitively: one way or another.
I pressed my index finger against her plush cheek, turning her face to me.
My cock throbbed, as she gave me a reticent smile: an innocent smile that dangerously taunted my libido. “Talk to me, baby.”
“I was thinking we could watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. I can make some popcorn then we can eat half and string half, just like we used to do. The Christmas tree could probably use a bit more decoration.”
“That’s not what I meant, Lib.”
She averted her gaze. “I’m not sure what else to say.”
“Then I’ll talk.” I reluctantly dropped my hand to her thigh, taking a deep breath and fighting for control to keep from squeezing it. “I want you, Libby; as more than a best friend. I want you in my arms, against my lips and in my bed…every night. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Her eyes widened, as her focus returned to me. Uncertainty knotted her brows, twisting her features.
“I’ve fought my feelings for years. It took me moving away, essentially losing you, to face the truth. I hope you feel the same or are at least open to giving us a try, but if not, please tell me now. Tell me you don’t want me that way…and I’ll turn on the movie, while you make popcorn; we can eat and string the rest of the night, and I swear I’ll never bring it up again.”
My heart thundered in my chest. Damn this shit was intense. I’d never laid my heart out for anyone before. Women poured their hearts out to me, and I dismissed them every time. If Libby rejected me, I couldn’t be mad. In many ways, I probably had it coming. But, fuck, it would tear me to fucking bits.
I sat, anxiously watching. Every second that ticked by, without a reaction from her, felt like an eternity.
Chapter 5
OLIVIA
My mind was racing, unable to process his stark admission. I couldn’t have heard him right, otherwise that would mean he felt the same way as me. Could a sexy, yummy hunk of a man, like him, really be attracted to an overstuffed mess like me? About the only thing I had going for me was my blemish-free complexion. That wasn’t much of a consolation, considering I had hips that were probably the same size around as I was tall. While I had a big butt, it wasn’t a Kardashian derrière. I have flaws…many, many flaws…imperfections that would never hold up against Tyler’s model good looks.
Yet, even with that very obvious fact glaring at me, I couldn’t deny my heart. I wanted him. That kiss more than sealed the deal for me. It proved every emotion I’d questioned over the years, every feeling I’d tried to deny.
He began to fidget beside me, a sign of anxiety on his part. It was rare that Tyler showed signs of distress. He was a lawyer; he was the epitome of calm, cool and collected: at all times.
I gave him a coy smile. “Would you be willing to wear a bow and lay under the tree?”
He smiled wide, his eyes dancing with delight as he breathed a sigh of relief. “Anything you want, baby.” He captured my lips, hooking a hand around my neck to control the angle and depth as he took me.
My body sizzled, awareness awakening in every part of me.
A shiver ran down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach as he growled against my lips, shoving me backwards onto the sofa. He slithered over me, his free hand touching, grabbing, every part of me with frantic desperation.
His cock pressed firmly against my epicenter, sending an intense desire straight to my pussy. He slid his hand beneath my hoodie.
My lips parted as his tongue entered my mouth; I gasped as he jerked my bra aside, freeing one breast. Sensational pleasure, radiated from my core, as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my sensitive nipple. I couldn’t hold back my moan as an intense yearning swelled within me.
Years of dreaming, years of craving him, were finally becoming reality.
I shoved my hands beneath his sweater, caressing the hard plains of his stomach and chest muscles before pushing the material up. He broke away briefly to remove this obstacle, tossing it onto the floor somewhere.
His dark, hungry eyes consumed me. He didn’t hide anything, and there was no way that I could deny his feelings for me any longer. It was all there, laid out before me. He wanted me. “Let’s go to your bedroom, so I can do this right.” His lips were swollen from tangling with mine.
His gaze slid down, traveling over my voluptuous body. He trailed his fingers down the center of me, pausing to draw a circle with his fingers just above my mound before continuing downward. He pressed hard against my pussy, ensuring his fingers sliced through every layer of fabric to reach my sensitive folds.
A whimper escaped me, as my hips uncontrollably lifted to meet his desire.
His hand moved up, slipping between me and the sofa. He grabbed my ass, forcefully, my body shuddering in response to his dominance. “I don’t want to have to punish you the first night, baby.”
I puckered my lips, creasing my brows. “Punish me? There is no way in hell you are going to punish me.”
His eyes twinkled at the challenge, his smirk gleefully returning. “We’ll see about that.”
He abruptly stood, pulling me up with him. He immediately wrapped his arms around me from behind, nuzzling his face in my neck as he steered me towards my bedroom. “Baby, the things I want to do to your lush body are purely sinful. Before the end of the night, you’ll be screaming my name and begging for more.”
I felt heat fill my cheeks, even as I mocked him. “Cockiness doesn’t make girls come, city slicker.”
He kicked the door shut behind us and spun me in his arms. “You’re gonna beg mercilessly. I can already tell.”
Half of me wanted to start pleading with him already; the other half wanted to push his buttons and see just how far he would carry this.
He seized my lips, halting any smack I could have verbally tossed. His lips were harder this time; there was a tight edge to his touch. I was used to the laid back, quick-witted boy I grew up with. I wasn’t familiar with the animalistic drive he was unleashing on me. He revved my engine; his powerful pursuit made my pussy purr and my nipples ache. There was nothing sexier than a man in charge. And I knew of no sexier man than Tyler.
He removed my hoodie, carelessly dropping it on the floor. A second later, my bra was falling away from my shoulders and sliding down my arms. Cold air wafted over me, eliciting an uninvited shiver.
He cupped my face, gently kissing the tip of my nose. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll warm you up quickly.”
I slid my hands over his abs and up to his chest. I passed my fingers over his small, taut nipples.
He clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring in response.
I gave him a devilish grin before lightly pinching them.
He growled like a wild beast, pulling me into his arms. I yelped, as he picked me up and tossed me backwards onto the bed. His body covered me right away, his lips pressing against mine. “You are going to pay for that.”
He continued to kiss me, slowly fanning my flame and increasing my appetite for him. I gripped his thick biceps as he leveraged himself on his elbows to keep from overwhelming me. Having his strength within my grasp felt amazing; it was a lure, in and of itself.
He cradled my breasts in his strong hands, caressing them tenderly, reverently. He took his time building the intensity beyond anything I could have fathomed.
His body pressed into mine from the waist down, pinning me in place. His mouth was patient, while still potently teasing my own. Heat surged within my veins, pumping my blood faster, sending my pulse racing. My pussy tingled, filling with heat, as he continued to knead my breasts.
I pushed up with my hips, but the weight of his body stopped me from truly rising. I gripped his arms and felt his muscles flexing and rolling beneath my palms, but he didn’t budge.
He continued his methodical exploration of my chest, avoiding my nipples, as he tasted every part of my mouth, thoroughly kissing me into a frenzy. “You’re so hot when you get antsy.” I felt him smiling against my lips.
Suddenly, his fingers brushed across my taut nipples, and my chest was ravished with bliss. I groaned as I pressed my hips into his, and my head fell back.
He kissed and sucked my neck as his fingers continued to stroke my sensitive buds. My breaths became quick gasps, as my body fervently responded to his assault.
His lips trailed downward, before closing around one nipple. My back arched off the bed, as he gently sucked on the tender peak. I bit my bottom lip, struggling to hold back. I wanted to make him stop, capturing his lips and begging him to fuck me hard.
Shit. When did I turn into such a hussy?
He switched breasts, his hand picking up where his mouth left off.
“Mmm.” My nails dug into his biceps, and my teeth nearly pierced my bottom lip as he remained focused on my breasts. My pussy got wet, and my womb wound tighter with each pass of his tongue against my delicate flesh.
He moved back up to seize my lips. I laced my fingers around the back of his neck, holding him to me. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are in the throes of passion?” He brushed his lips against mine again, his tongue gently tasting me.
“Not as beautiful as you.” I ran my fingers through the back of his hair.
“Objection,” he smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement as his stare intensified.
“This isn’t a court room, but I’ll allow it.” I smiled up at him.
“You’ll allow it?” He quirked a single brow.
“Yeah.” My voice was meek and breathless, as he moved his hips, pressing his cock against me.
“Well, Your Honor, I guess I need to plead my case to you, then?”
I barely contained my laughter. “You may proceed, counselor.”
“I guess I better make it good.” He reclaimed my lips, plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth with an animalistic urgency.
A carnal longing surged through me, igniting a powerful explosion when our mouths collided. My hands traveled along his firm chest and across his sculpted abdomen.
No sooner had he awakened my yearning, thrusting it upwards, than he was all of a sudden moving down my body. His lips feathered tiny kisses along my flesh, tickling my skin, directing my need to wherever his lips touched.
He started kissing my soft belly as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of my pajama pants and included my panties.
My heart skipped a beat, uneasiness crawling through me, swatting away my desire. He was about to see the biggest part of me; he was about get his first glimpse of my large thighs, my plus-size pussy and my extra wide hips.
“Um,” I panicked, grabbing his hands to stall him.
He placed a final kiss above my belly button before peering up at me.
Shit. I stiffened. Looking down at his lean build hovering over the heaviest part of me was sobering. I was at least three times his size. How could he find me attractive? How could I ever fully let go, knowing he didn’t find this attractive; otherwise, he would have dated curvier women.
My bedside lamp was always on when I wasn’t sleeping. It cast a warm glow throughout the room but unfortunately lit the space well enough to highlight my every imperfection.
As much as I wanted Ty, I didn’t know if I could face him during this level of intimacy.
Chapter 6
TYLER
I watched her carefully, studying each emotion as it crossed her face. Fear stood out most of all. She was scared. Damn, didn’t she know I was just as afraid?
Anxiety was making my heart nearly climb out of my chest. I was just waiting to hear her to tell me to stop. I was waiting for her to deny me and this was distressing. I wanted her too bad. I wanted her more than I thought I did when I walked through her front door. Kissing her, tasting her, and seeing her breasts rising on her chest formed a knot in my stomach. My cock was rock hard, the potent need to penetrate every inch of her sweet pussy bringing me to my knees.
Fuck. If she was able to bring me to a halt, that had to mean she didn’t want me as much as I wanted her, because damn, there’s no way I could have stopped myself at this point. The only power I feel like I have is controlling the number of times I make her come before claiming her. It was fear and love, both, that held me at a slower pace…turning on the pressure within me to make it good for her and have her begging for more. It was hard to believe I had just been brought to my knees when I was now hopelessly succumbing to euphoria.
I needed to make her forget all her fears for a moment. I really needed to ease her mind and help her relax, so I could make her feel good. I wanted to make her feel damn good.
I crawled back up over her, taking her lips. It only took a minute of tasting her and seductively teasing her mouth before she finally let go of my hands. I pressed my body firmly against hers and framed her face with my hands. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
Her lips became still, her breathing halted. I felt her heart pounding against her chest. “What if you don’t like what you see, Ty?”
“Impossible.”
She swallowed hard, taking in an unsteady breath. “What if you don’t?” she pressed, pain mangling her words.
Damn it. I hated that she was suffering; I hated that fear was inhibiting her like this. The only way I could erase it was to prove it was unfounded. “Won’t know for sure until you at least show me.”
She opened her eyes, focusing on mine. Her eyes were dark with grey woven between the brown of her irises. They reminded me of tiny storms brewing, like the storm that swept my heart nearly seven years ago.
Bobby McCallister had just asked Olivia on a date, in the middle of the diner with everyone watching. He wasn’t the best looking guy in town, but he wasn’t the worst either. Everyone knew he’d been nursing a crush on Libby since high school though. It should have come as no surprise that he finally found the balls to ask her out.
But that’s not what caught me by surprise. It was the jealousy and rage that had consumed me, tightening in my chest. My hands had balled into fists in my lap, and I remember glaring at him like he was a dirty rat.
Olivia had looked around the diner at everyone watching. I knew she was too nice to turn him down publicly. She wouldn’t humiliate anyone like that, even though half the town mocked her sexy curves.
Sure enough, she agreed, and I saw red the rest of that week. I’d even sat on her parents’ sofa with her dad, encouraging him to clean his gun as Bobby arrived.
Libby had looked breathtaking, like a hell of a lot more than some twerp deserved. I guess that was something I was still struggling with, why fear snaked through me ri
ght now. I knew I wasn’t the golden man she deserved. I knew I wasn’t the best she could get, but curse my selfish heart for not giving a fuck. I loved her too much. I was willing to risk everything to be with her…including our friendship.
Luckily, Libby only went on that one date with Bobby which kept me from having to break his jaw. It was the first time I was forced to truly evaluate my feelings for her; it was the first time I had to admit to myself that I was falling in love with my best friend.
Chapter 7
OLIVIA
I looked into the depths of his confident eyes. “Let me prove my love for you, Libby.”
My heart skipped. “I’ve never doubted your love for me, Ty; just whether you could love my body.”
He kissed my forehead, my temple, my cheeks and my jaw. He brushed his lips down my throat, over my chest and nestled a tender kiss in the valley between my breasts. He stopped long enough to settle his lips on the side of each breast, while his fingers masterfully tweaked my nipples, kindling my desires yet again. He continued his trail over my cushy upper stomach, rimming my belly button with his tongue before stopping at the waistband of my pants.
He stared up at me, his eyes never wavering as he boldly slipped his fingers beneath my panties and began to peel away my clothes.
I held my breath, afraid to avert my gaze, yet equally apprehensive to watch his reaction.
He slid back, taking my pants and hipster panties with him down my legs and over my feet before throwing them carelessly on the floor.
My heart quickened, pounding in my chest, as awareness licked every exposed inch of my plus size frame.
Slowly, his attention focused on my body.
I closed my eyes, turning my head away.
I felt him kiss each ankle before shedding my layered socks. A shiver crept up my spine; instinctively, I wrapped my arms around myself.
“Open your eyes, Libby.” He voice was soft yet commanding.
He kissed his way up my legs and reached my tubby thighs. I gasped as he nudged his shoulders between them, forcing my legs apart. When he started kissing my inner thighs, my head started spinning, and my lungs refused to expand.
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