Big Girls & Bad Boys: 8 Scorching Hot BBW Alpha Male Romance Novellas Box Set

by D. H. Cameron

  “What are you doing?” I wondered becoming pleasantly uncomfortable.

  “I want to take some pictures,” he said. I pushed my shirt back down.

  “No, I don’t do that,” I replied. Cody smiled at me, his eyes coaxing me to do as he wanted. “You can’t be serious? Naked?” I asked.

  “That’s a great idea. Naked? Why didn’t I think of it? C’mon, it’ll be fun,” he said playfully. I was right. Cody was trouble. I had a feeling that if he stared at me with those deep brown eyes and flashed that sexy smile, I’d do just about anything.

  “Not naked, OK?” I told him. Hell, what was I doing?

  “Whatever you want, Nina,” he said and his sexy smiled turned slightly devilish. I bit my lip as his hands pulled at my top again. I let him pull it off but that didn’t mean I wasn’t uncomfortable. I had a on a rather utilitarian bra to support my rather large breasts, though it was pink and lacy.

  “Whoa. I like the pink against your skin. Your skin is so dark. I love that,” Cody said. Then he began working at my shorts. He slipped them from my legs and left me in just my matching bra and panties along with the canvas sneakers I wore. Was I really letting this guy undress me in his bus? The same bus with the mattress in the back? Was I really going to let him take pictures of me half-naked?

  “OK, If you’re going to do it, do it,” I said. Cody cocked an eyebrow as he took my camera.

  “Not here. Out by the water,” he said. Oh, no way! I wasn’t going out there in my underwear. Cody saw the way I reacted and said, “It’s a nice night and you’re in a bikini, at least that’s what anyone who sees you will think. Besides, nobody’s around anyway.”

  Cody hopped out of his bus and fired up my camera. He seemed to know his way around the expensive piece of gear. A moment later, the flash popped up and he took a shot. “Cody!” I complained but I was already joining him. He closed the hatch on his bus, took my hand and led me down to the water. We walked down a ramp, onto the floating docks and then out to the end of an empty slip. Nervous and self-conscious didn’t begin to describe how I was feeling though if I was being honest, it was a little exciting too.

  “Show me your stuff, sexy,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

  “No,” I whined but Cody urged me with his eyes. I turned and bent over offering him a nice view of my butt and he started taking shots. I felt so exposed and embarrassed posing for him in my underwear out in public. What if we got caught? Still, it was strangely exciting precisely because I shouldn’t be doing it. I tolerated it for a few minutes but it wasn’t long before I demanded to go back to his bus.

  “OK, you’ve had your fun. Can we go back, now?” I asked. Cody smirked and nodded. This time, however, he didn’t take my hand. Instead, his hand found my butt as he led me back to his rickety old bus. I was surprised how much I enjoyed his touch and how it made me feel. He popped the hatch open and I scurried inside. I went about locating my clothes, but Cody stopped me after he closed the hatch with us inside his bus.

  “Not yet,” he said and his hand slipped around my waist and he kissed me. I went rigid as Cody’s hand found my soft behind, his fingers dug into my deep flesh and his tongue slipped into my mouth eagerly exploring. I resisted momentarily but soon I was swept up in his touch. My hands tentatively found his body and I ran them over his hard muscles. That feeling didn’t last, however, and I pulled away.

  “What are you doing?” I asked overwhelmed by his sudden advance and not quite believing what he was doing.

  “You’re not a virgin are you?” he asked, playfully I think.

  “Why are you doing this? I’m not you’re type,” I insisted. Cody moved from his knees and sat in front of me.

  “I already told you. You’re sexy. I love your chocolate skin, your soft curves. I can tell you think I’m nuts. I don’t care. I want you. I want to make you scream, Nina,” he said and his hand worked its way down the front of my panties. I gasped as Cody brushed my straightened, black hair away from my face and began kissing my neck. His middle finger found my clit. He began rubbing my hard nub slowly as I closed my eyes and gave in. What else could I do?

  Cody kissed his way south as his fingers worked magic between my thighs. His free hand effortlessly undid the hooks that held my bra and my breasts spilled from it. I was fully in the moment and I slipped the bra down my arms and tossed it aside. Cody bent lower, lifted my heavy breast to his mouth and began nursing at my nipple. Inside, I felt a climax build slowly as his fingers teased my hot, little button. I didn’t want to be anywhere but right there suddenly.

  I panted and moaned as I reached the peak and tumbled over. Warm, deliciousness spread to every corner of my body. Cody’s lips found mine as his free hand mauled my pendulous breasts. He kissed me and his fingers began to work faster and firmer in my panties. As the first orgasm faded, the next hit me. It washed over me and for a moment, I couldn’t find my breath. Cody kissed my cheek and then sucked my earlobe after he pushed my hair out of the way again.

  “Scream for me, Nina,” he said and suddenly the pleasure was too much. I did as he wanted but not because he told me too. I couldn’t help myself as the intense spasms tore through me. “Cody!” I shouted as his lips found mine again and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I eagerly sucked his tongue until I could no longer manage as a third wild climax left me screaming and shaking. I worked my hips trying to get even more of what Cody was giving. As the pleasure subsided, Cody’s hands teased my soft folds as he kissed me.

  “Fucking sweet!” he whispered as he brushed my neck with his lips and played with my breasts. My senses came back to me and I wasn’t really sure why I let him do that. It felt fantastic, but I’d just met him a couple of hours before. Maybe this is how things happened in California.

  “My Goodness. I knew you were trouble and I was right,” I said. Cody smiled, a cocky, self-assured smile that made me want to let him do so much more. “What about you?” I asked still aroused and wondering what he was hiding in his trunks.

  “I’m cool. I just wanted to hear you scream. You’re hella sexy, Nina. I mean, I’m stoked but I like to leave ‘em wanting more, you know. Next time, I’ll let you rock my fucking world,” Cody told me. I didn’t know what to say to that. I was out of my element and out of sorts but I had to admit the idea of pleasing Cody, rocking his fucking world as he put it, was appealing.

  “OK,” was all I said.

  “You doing anything tomorrow?” he asked.

  “No, I don’t have work for a couple of days,” I said. It was a weekday but I could only find a part-time job and worked mainly on weekends.

  “I’ll be out surfing again. Waves will be coming in all afternoon. I’ll pick you up at noon, we’ll get food and then go down to the beach. And wear something more appropriate,” he said picking up my denim shorts and sneering. “Fail!” he said and laughed.

  “I don’t have a swimsuit,” I said. I didn’t even challenge the idea he was going to pick me up.

  “OK, we’ll go get you one. Make it eleven,” he said.

  “Alright, eleven,” I said. Cody handed me my shorts and tank but we couldn’t find my bra. We looked all over the back of his bus but it was gone. Finally, Cody crawled up to the front and peered over the bench seat.

  “Here it is,” he said and tossed it to me. I put it on and then I finished dressing. Cody watched and then helped me put my camera away. When I was finished, he opened the hatch and crawled out. I suddenly didn’t want this to end. I felt like I was caught up in something I had little control over but it was still exciting, like that big roller coaster on the boardwalk.

  “Cody, you sure I can’t do something for you?” I asked. He leaned inside and kissed me briefly.

  “No, I want savor this and I want you to do the same,” was all he said and he pulled me out of the bus. I wondered why he suddenly seemed to be in a hurry to leave. I would have thought maybe he got what he wanted and he was going to dump me, but he didn’t get anything. I did.


  “What’s the big hurry?” I asked.

  “Huh?” he replied.

  “I’m just confused. You did that and you don’t want me to do anything in return. Now you seem eager to leave. I don’t get it,” I said. Cody slipped his arms around me. I realized just how tall he was, or maybe how short I was, as he looked down at me.

  “I’m not trying to get rid of you if that’s what you think. Look, I want to have sex with you. I mean it, you’ve got me amped. But it’s getting late and I want to take my time with you,” he said. I smiled. I still wasn’t quite sure about all of this, but I liked the way that sounded.

  “OK,” I said and he walked me around to my door and helped me in before he closed the door and joined me. He started the bus and we took off. I told him where I lived and he took me home. I was a little embarrassed by the small apartment building I lived in. It was run down and kind of scary, but it’s all I could afford.

  “I’ll be out here at eleven. Bring the camera. I’ll put on a clinic and you can get some killer pics,” he said and then leaned over, put a hand on my leg and kissed me. It wasn’t a deep, passionate kiss like when he had his hand in my panties earlier but a quick, comfortable kiss goodbye. “Sleep tight,” he said. I grabbed my camera bag and got out.

  “Bye,” I said and closed the door. He stayed until I was in my upstairs apartment and only left after I waved at him from my window. He waved back and then his faded bus rattled off down the street. I closed the door, bolted it and put my camera away before I went to my bedroom. I didn’t realize how late it was. It was midsummer and it stayed light even later that I was used to back home. It was almost midnight. I undressed and slipped into a sleep shirt.

  It wasn’t until I climbed into bed after brushing my teeth that the whole experience with Cody hit me. It seemed like a dream. I could hardly believe he had approached me, much less taken me to dinner and then made out with me in the back of his little Volkswagen bus. After fleeing Chicago and spending the better part of a month mostly alone without any friends, suddenly I had more than I expected.

  Cody was so sexy but he was white and I’d never been with a white guy. It didn’t matter. I had nothing against white folks, or anyone for that matter, it was just...different. If I was being honest, it was exciting. I wondered if Cody felt the same. I wasn’t the only black girl in California and I wondered if I was the first black girl he’d been with. I kind of hoped I was. I remembered the way he referred to me as chocolate and curvy and I kind of liked it.

  Still, I just wasn’t sure why Cody was so interested in me. I never quite understood why any guy would want me. I know I wasn’t nearly as large as I thought and when I could manage to push the self-doubt aside, I could see that I was pretty. I wasn’t a runway model, that was for sure, but I guess I wasn’t all that bad. I was hippy and my thighs were thick but I had a waist and my big boobs made my tummy look small by comparison.

  Nevertheless, I couldn’t help comparing myself to the other girls. Even girls with the big booties that a lot of guys liked weren’t really overweight. Out here in California, it was even worse. The place was full of perfectly tight little bodies, flat where they should be but round in all the right places. Now Cody wanted me in swimsuit? I guess I was round in the right places but flat or tight weren’t really applicable to me. I was round everywhere.

  Still, even though I didn’t understand why Cody would want me it felt good the way he looked, touched and talked to me. Maybe I should just stop thinking about it and enjoy. He promised more, much more by the sound of it, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in discovering exactly what he meant. It had been a while since I’d been with a guy and even longer since a guy had made me feel good. I wanted to feel good again and I did with Cody.

  Suddenly, I was hopeful and the mild depression that came along with finding yourself in a new place without any friends was gone. Maybe this move was the right thing to do. I wondered sometimes but when I left Chicago, I wanted to get as far away as possible. Short of moving to Alaska, this little seaside town was about as far as I could go. It was everything home wasn’t. Friendly, relaxed and most importantly the last place anyone, especially my ex-boyfriend, would come looking for me.

  I thought about Cody, the images in my head becoming more and more disjointed and fuzzy, until I fell asleep. For the first time in weeks, I slept soundly. No fear, no dreams and no waking up in terror. It was nice and when I woke, I hoped that maybe I’d finally began to move past what happened. I found myself looking forward instead of back. I just hoped that it wasn’t premature.

  >>O<<

  I was up and ready long before Cody showed and I found myself constantly checking the street to see if he might have arrived early. I felt kind of silly acting so eager, but I couldn’t help it. I was checking my camera bag for at least the third time when I heard the raspy blare of a horn. I dashed to the window and there was the little bus waiting for me. I grabbed my stuff and went down to greet Cody.

  “Good morning!” I called out, unusually chipper, as I opened door and climbed into Cody’s Volkswagen.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he said and I shot him a look and then smiled. Cody put his bus in gear and we were off. “So, you ready to go bikini shopping?” he asked and my smile went away.

  “Oh no, I’m not wearing a skimpy little bikini. I’ll get a one-piece,” I said.

  “Oh, like one of the sexy ones with the skirt? My grandma wears those,” Cody said and I could tell he was teasing me.

  “I’m not wearing a bikini. My goodness, Santa Cruz isn’t ready for that,” I replied. Was he crazy?

  “Don’t forget, I saw you in your undies last night. You’re smokin’,” he said and I sighed.

  “That’s not fair, Cody. Fine, let’s just pretend you think I look good in a bikini but...,” I started but he wasn’t having any of it.

  “We don’t have to pretend. I don’t just think it, I know it,” he corrected.

  “Fine, but even if that’s true no one else wants to see me all but nude. They’d probably try to push me back into the water,” I told Cody trying to make a joke but he didn’t look he found it funny.

  “Why do run yourself down like that? Fine, maybe you’re not the ideal woman, whatever the fuck that is, but have you ever considered that maybe some of us aren’t into ideal. Some of us like things a little different. Besides, what the hell do you care what anyone thinks? Slip into a bikini, wear it proud and act like you own the fucking place. If some guys don’t like it, they can shove it. I’d shag a girl like you any day over those cookie-cutter beach bunnies,” Cody said forcefully.

  “I’m sorry...I...,” I began to say before I realized I didn’t know what to say to that.

  “No, I’m sorry. I just hate seeing people spend their whole lives worrying about what anyone thinks. You know how many people think I’m a loser because I surf all the time? A lot. I just laugh at them as they run off to their office job to pay off the house that’s worth half what they paid for it. You’re pretty and you should be proud of who and what you are. That’s all I’m saying,” Cody said, the edge gone from his voice.

  “OK, I’ll do it. You’re right. Besides, nobody knows me here so even I do look foolish, who cares,” I said. Why was it so easy for him to get me to do stuff like this?

  “That’s the spirit...sort of,” Cody replied. I rolled my eyes. He wasn’t going to let me get away with anything.

  “Fine, let’s get the skimpiest little bikini we can find and I’ll wear it proud. Happy?” I asked playfully.

  “Yeah,” he said as we pulled into a surf shop near the boardwalk. “I just need a minute,” he said and looked like he was in pain.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked falling right into his trap.

  “Thinking about you in a bikini gave me a woody and I don’t think I can stand up,” he said grimacing and then winked at me. I slugged him in the arm and then giggled.

  “Well, you better figure that out or I’m go
ing in there and coming out with a one-piece that has a little skirt,” I said and suddenly he seemed over his sudden problem though I wondered if he was serious about getting excited by me in a bikini. I hoped he was.

  “I’m good,” he said and then hopped out of the bus but winced as if he was in pain again. I just shook my head and got out of the bus but I couldn’t help but smile at his antics. I couldn’t get the thought of Cody with an erection out my head either.

  Cody and the guy behind the counter talked about the conditions out on the water in a language I only understood half of while I looked through the racks. I showed Cody a few bikinis, all sportier models that offered a little more coverage. Each time he shook his head indicating he didn’t like it. I kept browsing past a little string bikini in white with a blue abstract pattern. It was my size but it was so tiny. At least the bottom had more than a string that would disappear between my butt cheeks.

  “That one,” Cody said as he came up behind me. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel the thick ridge in his board shorts pressing into me. That wasn’t fair. I turned to look at Cody and his eyes told me I wouldn’t regret buying the little tiny string bikini.

  “Fine. I’ll do it for you,” I said and his face lit up.

  “It’s on me. You go change,” he said.

  “No, you don’t have to pay for it,” I said. I was broke but I didn’t need charity.

  “I want to. You go put that on. I insist,” he said. I relented and off I went after he pulled the price tag off. I found the dressing room, undressed and then slipped the bikini on. Oh my! It was so small. It did look nice against my dark skin and I guess I looked decent in it. I remembered what Cody had told me and I decided to wear it proud. I folded my clothes and walked out. Cody nodded as I approached.

  “Perfect, isn’t she,” he asked out loud. The guy behind the counter couldn’t take his eyes off me but that wasn’t helping. I felt naked.