Curves For the Boys: The Complete Romance Series: 4-Book Box Set

by Jenna Rose

  He’s tall, with a chiseled jaw and features that somehow manage to be boyishly handsome and unbearably sexy at the same time. It’s like he could fuck your brains out and then smile and cuddle with you after…

  He’s wearing a robe, but I can tell by his posture and his outline that he’s in amazing shape, probably an athlete. He looks up as I enter, and when our eyes meet, it’s like the earth shifts under my feet.

  “Class, this is Mr. Jay Moore,” the teacher says. “You may recognize him from one of the games. He is the star hitter on the baseball team and has agreed to be the subject of our figure drawing class today!”

  I don’t recognize him, but that’s no surprise. What I don’t know about sports could just about fit inside the Grand Canyon. But what I do know is that Jay Moore is looking at me like he wants to eat me up, and it’s making me feel all fuzzy inside in ways I’ve never felt before.

  “Why don’t you have a seat, dear,” the teacher whispers to me, gently guiding me to an open desk. I stumble over myself, causing Jay to grin and me to blush, then slide into my chair, a hot feeling between my legs.

  Martha is right: I’m inexperienced and that’s putting it mildly. I’ve always been pretty much afraid of boys and all that stuff. Being by myself with a sketch pad or some paints is where I’m most comfortable. But now I’m flustered – I’m horny as hell and don’t know what to do with Jay’s eyes on me. And when he stands up and slides out of his robe, I really don’t know what to do.

  His body is perfect; it’s only right that he’s here posing nude for a figure-drawing class. If I was a sculptor I’d be looking for a piece of marble right now to start carving him out of. His shoulders are broad, tapering down to a broad chest and chiseled abs that I want to lick caramel off of. He has those two lines on either side that point right down to…

  …it.

  It’s the first penis I’ve ever seen in person, so I don’t know what I’m talking about, but if I had to put money on it, I’d bet that it’s in the top one percent of penises. It’s not fully hard, but it’s getting there. It’s thick and veiny and hangs between his sculpted legs like a hammer.

  Maybe I’m just being silly. Maybe I’m letting my inexperience and the way that he’s looking at me take over my rational mind, but all I can think when I look at Jay’s cock is that the reason he’s half-hard is because of me.

  Am I crazy?

  3

  Jay

  Have I lost my mind?

  That’s the only reason I can think of for how I’m feeling right now. When the goddess first walked into the room, all I could think about was sliding my dick inside her and fucking her until she came over and over again. I still want to do that (and more), but now I know that there’s no way I’d be able to kick her out of my room or just say goodbye in the morning, never to be seen again.

  Now I know that I have to have her. I have to claim her. I have to make her mine and I have to show the rest of the world that she belongs to me. That’s a feeling I’ve never felt before.

  I guess you could say I’ve been enjoying my status here at school. Girls line up to have a shot with me, and until now, who have I been to deny them that? You may think I’m cocky, and you may be right, but I work hard and deserve to have a little fun. But when I look at this girl, whoever she is, all those future potential hookups seem meaningless to me.

  All I want is her.

  “My, my, my,” Mrs. Potter says, clearing her throat as she sweeps up my body with her eyes. “I see you’re not nervous, Mr. Moore.”

  I grin. She noticed my cock. She tried to hide it but failed.

  “I don’t get nervous.” I shrug. “That’s why I’m a winner.”

  A girl on my right blows annoyed air out her nose, and one of the boys just shakes his head. But I’ve got my eyes on her. But instead of smiling or giving me eyes back, she sort of frowns and looks away as she gets her pencils out of her bag.

  Okay. So she’s going to be a tough nut to crack. I like that.

  “If you could get into your pose, Mr. Moore, then we will begin.”

  Mrs. Potter e-mailed me the pose before class. She pulls a low stool up and I slide one foot on it, brace myself with my other arm on the box I’m sitting on, and turn my head directly to her.

  The class starts drawing, and she looks up at me every few seconds, but she never catches my eye. Forty-five minutes go by and we don’t make eye contact once. But as I’m watching her, I see her take a deep breath and watch as her cheeks go red. I know what she’s drawing now…

  Casually, I flex the muscles in my cock, causing it to jerk slightly between my legs. I’m still half-hard and will be for as long as she’s here. She can’t hide her reaction; she takes another breath and brushes her hair back with one hand. As she draws, she starts preening, twisting her blond locks around a finger. As much as she might be trying to hide it from me, I can tell that she wants me.

  And I want her. If it could, my dick would be screaming at me to get the fuck up off of this box, put her in my place, bend her over, yank those short-shorts down over that thick booty and slide my dick into her tight little pussy. I feel a pulse of blood to my dick as I wonder whether or not she has any panties on.

  She probably does. She’s a good girl; I can tell that by looking. But that just means I get to take them off with my teeth when I bury my face between those heavenly thighs. Fuck, I don’t know what’s going on with me. I can’t even remember the last time a girl was able to have this kind of control over me.

  I glance at the clock for the rest of the class, and by the time it’s over, I’m completely beside myself, ready to take her into the bathroom and have my way with her. But as Mrs. Potter announces the end of class, and I stand up and pull my robe on, my goddess gets up quickly out of her chair and slips out the door like she’s a fugitive and the cops are after her.

  “Hey!” I call out as I race after her. I can hear Mrs. Potter saying something to me as I go, but I’m not listening. I did my job. All I care about now is her.

  “Hey, wait up!” I say. She’s walking quickly, causing her hips to sway with such perfection that it practically hurts. All I can think about is what that ass of hers is going to look like when I bend her over and take her from behind.

  “What’s your name?”

  She still isn’t stopping. I pick up the pace and pass her, then stop in front of her. “Whoa, what’s the rush? Can’t the model introduce himself to his artist?”

  “Emma,” she says, her eyes on the floor. “My name’s Emma.”

  “You can’t look at me, Emma?” I ask. My heart is racing. I’m hanging on the edge of a knife just begging for a glimpse of her gorgeous eyes. “I mean, at my eyes? You were just looking at the rest of me for almost three hours.”

  “It was…for the class…” she whispers. Shit, even her voice is pretty. “And I was being…anatomical.”

  “So that’s why you were blushing?” I ask her. “Because you were being anatomical?”

  That gets her. She looks up at me, her eyes fiery and beautiful – eyes that could bring me to my fucking knees. Something inside me is blazing for her. A flicker of images slide through my mind, a movie of what my life could be, and they’re not just clips that could be uploaded to Pornhub.

  I see us together, kissing, cuddling, waking up in the same bed. I see her watching me practice, squirting water into my mouth as I come over to the dugout and cheering me on from the stands as I hit my first home run in the MLB. I see me down on one knee with a ring in my hand…

  Fuck! What is going on with me!?

  Love at first sight? That’s bullshit, right? Just fantasies women perpetuate to one another. But if it’s not real, what is it that I’m feeling right now? Because it’s sure not just isolated to my dick.

  “You’re pretty cocky, huh?” Emma asks. I barely hear what she’s saying; I can’t keep my eyes off her plump, glistening lips. If her mouth is that pretty, I can’t imagine what her pussy must be like.
r />   “What’s that?” I ask. “Did you say I have a pretty cock?”

  I grin, but she’s not having it. She cocks her head to one side, frowns, then puts a hand firmly on my chest and pushes me out of her way.

  I could have stopped her, of course; she doesn’t have the strength to move me, but I don’t want to be an asshole – she clearly already thinks I am one.

  But that’s okay. I’ll change her mind.

  4

  Emma

  “What did he say to you!?” Martha asks as she barges into our dorm room.

  “Who?”

  “Who?” she scoffs. “Denzel Washington! Jay Moore, bitch!”

  I shake my head. I’m still shaken up from our encounter – and from the entire session.

  “Nothing really…”

  I don’t even know what else to say honestly. I can’t even process what just happened. There’s no way he was actually hitting on me.

  “Bullshit, nothing!” she replies. “Scoot over.”

  I do and she joins me on my bed. I’m feeling so uncomfortable, and my panties are soaked. This is not something I am used to, and I don’t know how to handle it.

  “Spill it,” she says firmly.

  “He – he asked me what my name was,” I reply.

  “And?”

  “And I told him.” I shrug.

  “And what else?”

  I think back to our encounter…the way his eyes looked down at me when I finally found the courage to meet them. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach.

  “He asked me if I thought his cock was pretty.”

  Martha explodes with laughter and falls down on top of me. I don’t know whether to join in laughing or groan, so I do a weird combination of both until she gets off me. She looks at me like a proud parent, and I throw my hands up in exasperation.

  “What, Martha?” I sigh. “Why are you looking at me like that!?”

  “Oh, I’m just so fucking jealous,” she replies.

  “Sure,” I say dismissively. “You have an amazing boyfriend.”

  “Not that,” she says.

  “What then?”

  “I’m jealous that I didn’t get to lose my virginity to Jay Moore.”

  “Lose my virginity?!” I gasp, getting to my feet. I’m feeling flushed and slide out of my shirt and into a loose flannel. “Who said anything about losing my virginity to Jay Moore?”

  Martha’s giving me that I-know-better-than-you look that always makes me squirm, so I turn around and look out the window at the grass where a couple of guys are walking one of those ratchet tightropes.

  “Why wouldn’t you?” she asks. “He’s hot as hell, every girl in school wants his dick, he’s going to be rich and famous—”

  “Oh, so what am I?” I ask. “A fame-digging-gold-digging….floozy!?”

  I puff air from my lips as Martha starts laughing.

  “Floozy? You did not just say that!”

  “Ugh,” I groan as I grab a brush and start to brush my hair. It doesn’t need it, but I need something to do.

  I don’t know if she’s buying it that I’m not into Jay, but I know I’m not. He’s impossibly good looking, but beyond that, he just has something about him that had me off balance from that first moment our eyes locked.

  “I think you’re gonna do it because he’s gonna charm your pants off,” she replies.

  “Please. I don’t need to be just another number in his body count.”

  “So tame the bastard,” she replies, stepping up behind me. “Make an honest man out of him.”

  “Oh, like that’s possible,” I laugh. But is it?

  Wait, why am I even thinking about this? I just met the arrogant son of a bitch and I’m wondering whether or not I can be the girl to “tame him”? Wow, get ahold of yourself, Emma.

  “I am going to shower,” I say quickly as I snatch my towel from the closet and step into my shower sandals.

  “Need to rinse off?” Martha teases. “Yeah, I bet you do.”

  I flash her a dirty look before leaving the room. Normally I like hot showers – really hot showers – but I turn this one on as cold as I can bear. I’m hoping it will do something to cool me off, but as I stand there naked, I’m suddenly even more aware of how I’m feeling for Jay.

  But how could a guy like him be into a girl like me? His body is perfect. He could start up a YouTube fitness channel and have a million subs in a week, even if his name wasn’t Jay Moore. But me? I’m far from the ideal girl body.

  I’ve got “curves.” I’m curvy. I don’t have “dat gap” between my thighs, I’m not a size zero or even a size two, and could never be classified as petite. I guess I’m the kind of girl who appreciates All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor. Would Jay really like a little more booty to hold at night?

  I close my head and lean back against the tile wall. As soon as I close my eyes, I’m back in the classroom with Jay laid out in front of me, his naked body shimmering as my pencil moves across the page. I thought I’d be able to keep it together when I was drawing his face and shoulders, but once I got to his midsection…

  Slowly, I move my hand down my stomach and between my legs. I barely ever masturbate, but I know that there’s no way I’m going to be able to finish my day with all this pent-up sexual energy, so I decide to do something about it. Besides, what’s the harm in thinking about him while I get off? He is gorgeous. It’s not like I have to marry the guy.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m breathing heavily, and as I picture my lips wrapping around Jay’s thick cock while I’m on my knees in front of the entire class, I go over the edge. My climax rocks me and I put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. To my surprise, all my orgasm did was take the edge off; I’m still about 80 percent as horny as I was a second ago.

  Fine. I’ll have one more. But just as I’m starting to gently circle my clit with my finger, I hear the bathroom door open and Martha call out to me.

  “Uh, Emma?”

  Shit.

  “Yes!?” I call back, halting my me-time.

  “Are you almost finished?”

  “Why?” I reply, annoyed.

  “Because…someone’s here to see you.”

  I’m no dummy. I hear the tone of her voice, but I can’t believe it.

  He’s not really here, is he? He can’t be. He doesn’t know where I live.

  “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I call back. There’s a pause, then she responds.

  “Yes. Yes I am.”

  5

  Jay

  It’s a bit creepy showing up at her room like this, but she’ll get over it once I have her wrapped around my cock and begging for more.

  Her roommate, Martha, is looking at me like all girls do; like she wants to fuck me. She’s cute, but I’m not interested. I’m interested in Emma. Beyond interested.

  “She’ll just be a second,” she says, giving me the eye. I’m still wearing my robe and there’s an obvious bulge from my semi and she definitely notices. “So you don’t mind a little public nudity, huh?”

  I shrug. “Nah.”

  “Not embarrassed?”

  “What’s there to be embarrassed by?” I ask.

  “Hmm…” She nods. “By the way, if you break Emma’s heart, I’ll cut that off and you will have something to be embarrassed by.”

  She points to my bulge and winks.

  “Break her heart?” I reply. “What makes you think I’d do that?”

  “What makes me think you wouldn’t?” she asks. “That’s what guys like you do. I think Emma should be able to handle you though.”

  “Yeah, well, based on our interaction today, she doesn’t seem to want to handle me.”

  Martha rolls her eyes. “She’s just shy. And completely inexperienced.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, perking up. “Completely inexperienced?”

  Martha leans in and whispers. “You didn’t hear it from me, but Emma’s a virgin!”

  B
y the ghost of Babe Ruth! Did I just hear what I think I heard?

  “Sorry…say that again?”

  Martha laughs softly. “I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but I just want you to know. She’s not some Instathot that’s gonna just do anal with you on the first date.”

  “Eh, that’s fine.” I shrug. “I don’t like anal anyway.”

  A virgin…I can hardly believe it. This girl just gets better and better. Not only has she completely knocked me on my ass, but she’s also untouched. Not only has no guy on campus had her, no guy has had her.

  And I’ll be the first one.

  I hear the door to the bathroom open behind me and turn to see Emma coming out, wrapped in a towel, hair wet, looking like a sex goddess of the ocean walking toward me. All it would take is one quick tug with my finger to pull that towel right off her and expose those curves to me.

  I’m beside myself, but Emma doesn’t look too happy to see me.

  “What the fuck,” she asks, stopping in front of me. She angrily puts one hand on her hip, accentuating her figure, “are you doing here?”

  “What do you think?” I reply, giving her my best smile. “I came to see you.”

  “Why would you do that?” she asks. I can barely process what she’s saying; her pouty lips are hypnotic. What I wouldn’t give to have my cock between them…

  “Why do you think?”

  “Can you two stop talking in questions?” Martha asks. “He came to take you out, Emma. Don’t act like you’re a ditz or something.”

  “Take me out,” Emma repeats slowly. I can tell by the way she’s looking at me that she actually isn’t buying it. Does she not see the bulge I’ve got going? I shift my stance slightly to draw attention, and her eyes flick to my mid-section quickly, then back to my eyes. A slight flush of red spreads across her cheeks.

  Yeah. Now she notices.