The Curvy Voice Coach and the Billionaire Actor (He Wanted Me Pregnant!)

by Victoria Wessex

  I blinked. It seemed a very random thing to say. “So?”

  “Look up.”

  I looked up and gasped. The house was far enough from the lights of LA that the sky was painted with stars. The Milky Way was a glorious sweep of gleaming pinpricks above us, the rest of the sky dusted with individual jewels.

  I looked down to find Tanner looking into my eyes. “It’s the second most beautiful thing I’ve seen tonight,” he told me. And then he leaned forward and kissed me.

  It was soft and tender for the first few seconds—just enough time for my lips to part and confirm that I wasn’t going to reject him. Then it became hard and aggressive, days of pent-up tension spilling out, his tongue searching for mine. The tips played together and I was as hungry for it as he was, not just wanting him but needing him. I felt his hand knit into the hair at the back of my head and draw me to him, his other arm going around my waist to support me. As we kissed, he brought me around in front of him and pulled me in tight, tight enough that my breasts pillowed against his naked chest. He was still sitting so, for a moment, I was taller than him.

  Then he stood, cupping my cheeks in my hands and guiding me back a step, the water hip-deep around me, and he was kissing down into my mouth, my head upturned to meet him. His fingers were tangled in my damp hair, our mouths open as we panted and kissed. The pants turned to groans and then to urgent moans of need—

  I broke the kiss. I wanted it—I wanted it so badly. But I had to know. “Why me?” I whispered.

  He looked at me as if I was insane. “Because I’m crazy about you.”

  “But you’re—” I looked around at the mansion and the orange grove. “And I’m—”

  “You’re quirky. And funny. And kind.” He gave a kind of growl. “And British.”

  “British?” My voice was almost a squeak.

  He grinned. “With that accent!”

  My eyes went wide. “My accent? You have a thing for….” I looked up into his lust-filled eyes, his raw, hungry grin, and I just sort of melted. “Gosh,” I managed.

  He gave another growl of pleasure and put both hands on my waist. Then suddenly I was being lifted up, water dripping from my flanks. He set me down on the edge of the tub and now we were about the same height again. He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, looking deep into my eyes, and then he was kissing me again, twisting his head to meet mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. His hands slid down my neck to my shoulders, his palms cupping them. A cool breeze was blowing against my wet skin and I should have felt cold, but I didn’t.

  He pressed in closer against me, my breasts soft against his chest, and his hands worked under both straps of my swimsuit. He was going to take it down. He was going to see me topless—again—and this time it was no accident. He wanted to see me—

  I broke the kiss. “Stop,” I gasped.

  His hands stopped. “What?”

  “I—” I looked down at myself. “But I’m—”

  He stared back at me. “I love the way you are. What? That you go in and out?! That’s what women are supposed to do!” He ran his hands all the way down me, tracing my outline from shoulders to knees. “I meant what I said. You have the body of a goddess. You’re exactly what I like. Ripe and full and gorgeous.” He mock-sighed. “Now can I just kiss you?”

  Tears had welled up in my eyes—good tears. I blinked frantically. “Yes!” I squeaked.

  And then his lips were on mine, kissing me hard and deep and then easing back to kiss every part of my lips, from the corners to the edges, feathering kisses so softly it was as if he was painting them with a brush. His lips worked their way down my jaw and I lifted my chin to urge him on. I felt his hands slide under the straps of my swimsuit again and stretch the fabric up...and then it was slipping off my shoulders and he was tugging it down. My heart slammed against my ribs as he bared my breasts, my nipples puckering again in the cool air. He stared at them longingly, savoring them, and a wave of heat went through me—that he’d want to look at me like that.

  Then his mouth was on one breast while he palmed the other and God, that first touch of bare skin on skin. My breasts are big, but his hand was so large it could cup and squeeze the soft flesh, the nipple rubbing against his palm in a way that had me grinding my hips. His tongue was hot and quick on my other breast, swirling around and around the nipple, getting the skin slick and ready, and then he was biting the swollen bud through his lips, the combination of soft and hard making me gasp and strain upwards, my face lifted to the stars. He took my breasts in both hands, alternating his mouth between them, and then crushed them together and kissed the valley between them. “God, I’ve wanted this,” he murmured. “I’ve wanted this so much….”

  His hands gripped my waist again and he lifted me back into the hot tub. And then he peeled the swimsuit the rest of the way down my body, fighting its buoyancy as he dragged it down my legs and off, and I was naked. The water covered me almost to my waist, but everything was visible beneath its surface. I gulped.

  “Open your legs a little,” he told me, grinning.

  I shuffled my feet apart, wondering what he was going to do.

  He smiled again and then ducked beneath the surface. I could see him crouching underwater, moving his head—

  “OH GOD!” I said, quite a lot louder than I’d meant to. His lips were brushing against the softness of my sex through the water, just nuzzling the edges of each lip in turn. Then his tongue licked at my clit and I had to grab on to the rim of the tub behind me to keep from falling.

  His head pushed closer, his mouth firm and insistent, tongue pushing into me, opening me. I gasped as I felt the tip edge deeper, finding me wet and ready for him. His hands were on my ass, cupping me and drawing me to him. The pleasure started to circle and build inside me, gathering speed like a hurricane. His upper lip was rubbing against my clit, driving me onward, whipping the forces inside me around faster and faster. I stared down at him in disbelief, watching his huge, muscled form attend to me as if I really was the goddess he claimed. I started to pant, gritting my teeth, my knuckles white where I was clutching the tub. God, if he kept going I was going to—going to—

  He thrust with his tongue, plunging it deep inside me just as his lip ground against my clit and my low groans suddenly went high. I shuddered against him, my hips bucking and thrashing, and he kept thrusting and stroking throughout, his fingers hard on the cheeks of my ass. My orgasm drew out and out, and when it finally ebbed away my legs were as weak as a newborn foal’s.

  He finally surfaced and took a huge gulp of air. He didn’t have to ask if I’d come. I was slumped against the side of the hot tub, incapable of speech.

  He climbed out and then lifted me easily into the air and up into his arms. “I am going to kiss every drop of water from your body,” he told me, and carried me into the house.

  I lay there, my calves hooked over one massive forearm, my back supported by the other. My whole life, I’d never felt small before, but I did then. He was so big, he made me feel...delicate.

  He marched straight to his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us. The sound of it slamming was very final. This is really going to happen, I realized.

  He tossed me on the bed, not caring that I was still dripping wet, and I landed in a bouncing, breathless heap. I actually giggled. I hadn’t giggled in a long time.

  He was still wearing his swim shorts, the fabric plastered wetly to his muscled thighs and the swelling bulge of his cock. He climbed onto the bed between my spread thighs, his movements slowing down, now. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, as he brushed a lock of wet hair from my cheek.

  And then he did exactly what he said he’d do. He kissed every drop of water from my body.

  He started at my neck, licking the gleaming beads into his mouth until I thrashed and kicked and panted beneath him. I thought he’d kiss my breasts next, but he made me wait, working his way all the way down and back up my arms. Then he kissed away every drop of water fro
m my upper chest, and only when it was completely dry did he finally relent and move to my breasts.

  As he kissed and licked me, I lay there gasping, the sexual heat like a caged animal inside me that was howling for release. But he took his time, drawing every individual drop into his mouth from the smooth slopes of my breasts, spiraling slowly upwards until he reached their peaks, already straining and hard for him. I was helpless beneath him, and as he reached the crest I gasped and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please!” I begged. But he just grinned and licked the stiff buds only once before he moved on.

  I groaned, grinding my ass against the bed as his head moved lower. He worked his way down the softness of my belly, where the water had run in rivulets to collect in a rock pool at my navel. He kissed away every drop. Then he worked down my sides, tracing the tiny rivers, drawing gasps from me as his tongue lapped at the sensitive skin.

  And finally he moved back on the bed, down below my waist.

  Again, he made me wait, lifting each leg into the air in turn in those big, powerful hands and following the drops that ran down my flesh, catching them in his mouth as they fell. Only when I was dry did he lean forward and begin to kiss my sex, using his tongue to capture every shining jewel on the pink lips, making me groan and shudder and plead. I’d never been wetter or more ready.

  He lifted his hips and pushed the swim shorts down his body. His cock swung free. God, it was just as big as I’d imagined it! I’d gotten some idea of his length from the outline of it in his shorts, but he was thicker than I’d imagined, the head of him full and beautifully tapered. I could feel myself getting wetter just looking at it, my mind already predicting how it would feel inside me.

  God. Inside me.

  He nudged my legs a little farther apart and moved up between them, the hot tip of him brushing my thigh. He positioned himself for entry, just brushing against my lips. The heat within me was like a furnace, now, stealing all reason. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted him inside me.

  He leaned down to kiss me and I felt almost drunk from the touch of his lips. As the tip of him moved against my sex, though, and I felt the wetness of his pre-cum for an instant, something pushed its way to the front of my overcrowded mind. “C—Condom,” I panted.

  He blinked. “You aren’t on the pill?”

  I shook my head.

  He looked down at me—but, weirdly, not at my breasts or groin. He gazed between them, at my stomach. And then he smiled at me. “God, that’s hot,” he breathed.

  I think my eyes bugged out. “Hot?”

  He started to rub the tip of his cock against my ultra-sensitive flesh, drawing gasps from me. “Isn’t it, though?”

  I thought of everything he’d said. I thought of Rachel, on the plane. I thought of Tanner’s seed, hot and wet, deep inside me. I thought of my own body changing and growing. Becoming, in some way, his. And suddenly, I understood what Rachel had meant.

  Our eyes met.

  “I can get a condom,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “If you want me to.”

  “Don’t get a condom,” I said in a tiny voice.

  He smirked and teased me a little. “I can go and get a condom—”

  I grabbed his ass, my fingers digging into the firm muscle. “Don’t get a condom!” I said with surprising urgency. The sexual heat was whipping around and around inside me, now, unstoppable and undeniable.

  He looked deep into my eyes. And then thrust deep inside me.

  I raised my hips to meet that first long, slow penetration, feeling the thickness of him open me up. I was wet, but he stretched me just enough that I had that glorious, indescribable sensation of being filled. He leaned forward to kiss my breasts. “God,” he panted. “Perfect.”

  He began to thrust, his powerful ass rising and falling, and my hands began to trace up and down his shoulders and back. He planted his arms either side of my head, bracing himself, and with each stroke he went deeper. God, he was just...the right...size. Big enough that he stretched me wonderfully, but not so big that it hurt. And then, with one final thrust, he rooted himself inside me and my eyes went wide, my back arching off the bed. I looked down at the point where we joined, and the sight of him fully inside me made me almost light-headed.

  He hunkered down lower, using his hips to spread my thighs a little wider, and set up a slow, insistent rhythm. Every movement of him inside me sent little explosions of pleasure cascading outward through my body. He gradually sped up and he was so big, so powerful, that the bed started to move, my breasts bouncing each time he thrust into me. I began to pant, my fingers digging into the covers.

  He kissed my neck, nipping at the skin just a little with his teeth, and then he took his weight on his elbows and took my head in his hands.

  “I want to look at you,” he told me. “I want to look right into your eyes when you come.”

  The heat inside me soaked straight down to my groin in one massive rush. I nodded, wide-eyed. And then those strong thighs and sculpted ass were powering him into a rhythm, his thickness sliding from me and then pumping back in. I let out something like a shriek and hooked my calves around his, trapping him, and he smiled.

  Looking down between our bodies, I could glimpse the hard slabs of his pecs, still gleaming with moisture, and that valley that led between them. When I looked back to his face he was grinning down at me. I traced my hand up his arm, finding the muscles rock-hard beneath the skin. Up to his shoulder, up his neck until I could touch his own cheek as he touched mine, my thumb rubbing against the stubble there as I gazed up in wonderment. And with every passing second, his thrusts took me closer and closer to the edge.

  He lowered himself even more fully atop me, the base of his cock grinding against my clit, and I began to swirl my hips, helpless. I could feel myself slickly tight around him, every stroke into my body pushing me higher and higher, my feet beginning to twist and curl, now, my breath coming in quick little gasps through my teeth. His gaze was so intently focused on my face, and mine on his, that it was as if there was nothing else in the room.

  The heat started to flutter and change inside me, taking shape. The ripples started deep inside me, building and building, preparing to let go. “I—” I gasped. “I—God, I—”

  He growled and thrust harder, faster, and the pleasure twisted, growing diamond-hard and blindingly bright. My head came up off the bed, my face pushing towards his. “God! Tanner, I—”

  “Come for me, Charlotte,” he whispered, and those words were all I needed to send me over the edge. I screamed my release, my body clenching and spasming around him, one hand grabbing him around the shoulder and dragging him down toward me while the other pressed tight to his face. A shudder went through me, from my neck all the way down my spine. When it reached my groin, my world exploded, all the heat that had been building inside released in one scorching wave that rippled through my body. Every muscle went tight, my legs clinging tightly to his, my nails scratching his back as I fought for grip on the hulking body that was suddenly shuddering too.

  “I’m coming inside you, Charlotte,” he managed through bared teeth, and then I felt it through my own orgasm—a hot, thick spurt of liquid right up inside me, deeper than I’d known I could feel. And then another and another and my climax lifted to a whole new level. God he was…I might get—

  He buried his head in my shoulder, our bodies pressed tight together as we came. When it ended, he showered gentle kisses all over my lips.

  “That was...wow.” He shook his head and looked down at me. “Charlotte,” he said in wonder.

  I opened my mouth to speak, only to find his finger against my lips. “If you say Mr. Cole,” he said, “I’m going to—”

  I shook my head and he removed the finger. “Tanner,” I said. And it sounded good.

  Chapter 7

  There was a banging downstairs. I didn’t know what time it was but, judging by the sun outside, it was later than usual. Tanner was still flat-out asleep, sp
ooning me from behind, so I gently extricated myself and looked for something to put on. My clothes were back in my room.

  I found a fluffy white bathrobe in the bathroom and pulled it on—since it was Tanner’s size, it drowned me in a very cuddly way. I padded downstairs, fiddled with the unfamiliar door lock for a while and then swung the door wide, figuring it was the mailman or something.

  It wasn’t the mailman.

  Maury, Tanner’s agent, stood there looking as unimpressed as usual. When he saw me in the bathrobe, his expression darkened.

  “He’s upstairs,” I said, hating how nervous my voice sounded. “You can come in and wait. I can make tea—”

  “I don’t drink fucking tea and neither does he. What the hell are you doing?”

  I pulled the neck of the robe a little tighter around me. It covered me just fine, but I was suddenly aware of how naked I was beneath it. “That’s…not any of your business.”

  “The hell it isn’t. I went along with this whole thing because it was important to him. You were meant to get his fucking accent right and that’s it. Jesus, you just couldn’t resist, could you?”

  I reddened. “Couldn’t resist what?”

  “Shoving your oversized tits in his face until he fucked you. And now, what, you’re going to claim it’s true love and stick around just long enough to get some money out of him?”

  My eyes bugged out. “I’m not—It’s not—”

  “Just tell him to call me,” Maury snapped, and stormed off.

  I stood there feeling as if I was going to throw up. It should have been a perfect morning—waking up in Tanner’s arms, maybe breakfast in bed, more sex...and now it had all been ruined.

  ***

  When Tanner came downstairs a few moments later, I was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of tea. He slid his arms around me from behind and nuzzled my neck. “Hi, gorgeous,” he murmured.

  The warmth of him melted through my chill a little, but a deep unease was settling in. It wasn’t just Maury. It was sitting there in the morning light, thinking about what we’d done.