Men Love Curves: BBW Romance
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“Do you still want to do this? I mean, if you changed your mind…”
“Now who’s asking whom for enthusiastic consent?” He smiled, grim. But he didn’t move. “Norelle, if we do this, you are mine. Matebond, cubs, marriage ceremony. I want everything. Don’t toy with me and don’t fuck me if you aren’t willing to make a commitment.”
She opened her mouth, shut it with a snap.
“Because,” he continued, watching her, “I know the Council has their claws sunk into you. You’re a Council girl. Obedient, tugging the status quo. You’ve never been disobedient to your mother in your life. You’re going to have to start right now, Norelle. Because us- they’ll make us fight. They won’t want you here with me- they won’t want our cubs fouling their precious bloodlines.” He leaned forward, one hand resting on either side of her shoulders. She hoped his fingers didn’t dent the metal of his car. “Am I worth that to you?”
Norelle couldn’t lie to him. “I don’t know. But I want to find out. I can’t make a commitment right now, I can’t. But if I get pregnant, I will. Until then, let’s take it one day at a time, okay?” Cass stared at her. “Please, Cassius.”
His head dipped. “Okay. That’s fair enough. But fair warning, Norelle. I’m not using protection. I want you pregnant.”
She swallowed. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Cass. You might not think it’s a big deal to pass on the genes, but I do. I’m not sure it’s responsible to bring a cub into the world. I want my own baby, but- I don’t know. I never fought the Council asking me not to mate because I agree with it.”
Silence. He considered her. “We’ll talk about it,” he said finally. “If I can’t convince you, then there are other options. We could adopt. We can adopt anyway.”
Norelle’s expression softened. “I think that’s a very nice idea. There are lots of kids who need families.” Her eyes widened. “Cassius! If we tell the Council we’re adopting and not having a biological baby, maybe they won’t kick up a fuss if we mate. Because then it wouldn’t matter.”
He snorted, shaking his head. “You are so naïve. Come on, I’m tired of grown up talk. Time to play.”
Cassius took her hand, leading her into his home. Through a lobby, past what looked to be a state of the art kitchen. But he was in no mood to give her a tour, evidently. He took them straight to the…
Norelle frowned. “This isn’t a bedroom.”
There was a… futon. A desk and a shelf of books. A laptop and wide screen television and stuff strewn all over the place.
“Nah. I spend most of my time in here. The bedroom is sterile.”
“Okay. So we’re having sex in your geek cave?”
His hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her high into the air with effortless strength. She shrieked, grabbing his shoulders.
“Son of a snitch! Don’t do that!”
He put her down. “You sound like a human girl. You should know better.”
She glared at him. They were almost of a height, though he had a few inches on her. “I don’t want to hear about how you know that.”
Cass smirked. “If you think about it logically, you will be the benefactor of my- limited, of course- experimentation.” His eyes widened. “You do want to enjoy yourself, correct?”
She stepped further into the room, stalking him. Eyes trained on his as he backed up several steps, a smile playing around his lips. Norelle paused, thighs bunching- then leaped.
Cassius shouted with laughter, catching her as she tackled him, taking them both to the ground in an impressively controlled fall. Which told her he’d taken some kind of martial arts training- she knew, since she’d done the same, wanting a few moves to impress her employees with. For various reasons.
Norelle, despite her virginal status, was no blushing maiden. Tired of all the talking- God, he could talk forever like a female- she slid a hand between their bodies, cupping him. Laughter gone, smile evaporated, his body tensed, a hiss escaping his lips.
“Damn, female.”
She tugged, turning onto her back so he came with her. He braced his arms on either side of her head as she worked his belt and trousers.
“I didn’t figure you for the traditional missionary type,” he said. “I was kind of hoping that-”
“You talk too much, Cass.”
He kissed her, just as her eager hands slid inside his slacks and found his long, hard length. Hot and silky in her hand, she felt the pulse of blood through veins. Realized, with a happy resigned sigh that he was almost so big her fingers couldn’t fit around him. That might be a problem now- but later it would make her very happy.
She returned his kiss, mouth softening beneath his, back arching. His tongue swept over her lips, teeth nibbling.
“I’m feeling objectified,” he said, mouth trailing down her jaw to her neck. His teeth sank into the soft flesh there, a gentle pressure. “I can tell you aren’t paying attention to me.”
“I’m absolutely paying attention to you,” she replied, hand sliding up and down his cock. “The best part of you.”
“Hmm.” Strong fingers grasped the edge of her bodice, tugged it down so her bare breasts spilled out. “What if I return the favor?” His head moved, nuzzling the full globes. “Only paid attention to the second best part of you?”
Teeth locked on one hardened nipple. She inhaled, then gasped as clever fingers plucked the other. He grabbed her hand.
“Stop that,” he said. “You’re going to make me cum, and it’s much too early.”
And then he was suckling, pinching, massaging her flesh, showering the kind of attention on her tits that sent tiny waves of heated sparks straight to her clit. She stirred beneath him, legs splaying open with instinctive demand.
His hands slid underneath her back, finding the cleverly hidden zipper and tugging it down, pulling the gown with it. Peeling cloth from flesh until she lay naked except for the scrap of black lace panties covering her lady bits. He hooked a thumb under the lace.
“These are pretty,” he said, gray eyes wicked, mocking. “I won’t rip them off you. I’d like to see you model them for me- with some heels and a whip, maybe.” He paused. “Or I could rip them off you, and just buy you another pair. Hmm. I like that option better. You can model for me in the dressing room- and while we’re there I’ll lick your pussy until you moan and the clerks wonder what we’re doing.”
The clerks wouldn’t wonder- they would know. Cassius laughed and the lace was gone. Caressing her legs down to her ankles, fingers wrapping around either bone and splaying her wide.
“Even prettier,” he said, fingers brushing lightly over her clit, as if it was a petal. Her blush intensified as she rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to be worshiped like a flower. She wanted to be fucked. Finally.
“Don’t just look, touch,” she said, bucking her hips. “Or are you all talk and no action?”
His response was to bury his head between her legs. Norelle squeaked, more from the suddenness of the sensation that actual surprise. His tongue licked, tiny little flicks going up and down with occasional kisses on the inside of her thighs. His fingers brushed the underside of her knees, activating an electric tickle she hadn’t known would feel so erotic. Her entire body relaxed, attention focused on that one area.
Unreal, to have gone so quickly from ‘hello’ to… his tongue on her clit. She hadn’t even imagined this morning that she’d wind up here. Only it felt right, her Bear rumbling in satisfaction and anticipation. When he glanced up at her, the silver of his eyes told her his Bear was also happy- their dual natures both knew they were meant for each other.
His tongue switched from up and down to side to side, increasing in speed and pressure with a deliberate seductiveness that took her breath. She struggled, heart beating rapidly.
“Oh, God, I can’t breathe,” she said, fingers digging into his hair. She felt a finger dip inside her pussy.
“Cassius!”
“Hush, I’m getting you wet for me.” His finger moved, playing inside of her tight sheath, soon joined by another. “I’m going to taste you down here, too.”
Cass continued to lick and nibble at her as his fingers slid in and out of her body. Her hips bucked in rhythm as her body reached a crescendo of pleasure she hadn’t even imagined possible. She lay, feeling both stunned and… she knew she’d came- but she wanted more.
“I’ve never felt that before.”
He kissed her thigh, fingers withdrawing. They were slick, coated in her lubricant. “You’ve never pleasured yourself?”
She shook her head. “No. I didn’t want to want something I couldn’t have. I always thought that-” she stopped speaking.
“You thought you would go your whole life without a male’s touch?” He smiled, sardonic. “Norelle, you poor baby. Luckily, I’m here to sacrifice myself so you don’t have to endure celibacy.”
She half laughed, a strangled sound as he moved back up her body, eyes hot. “What about you?” she asked, licking her lips.
Her hands traveled to the buttons of his shirt. At some point he’d gotten rid of shoes and jacket- she didn’t remember when- but the rest of him was fully clothed except for the cock already exposed, head beaded with moisture.
“What about me?” he asked as she unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged out of the cloth.
Norelle looked down at his erection. “Don’t you want me to put my mouth on you?”
He stiffened. “Fuck, Norelle, don’t say that. You don’t know how sexy you sound.” Cass rolled away, shucked the trousers, and came back, covering her. “We’ll save that for another round. I want to cum inside you this time.”
She reached for him. “Well, come on then.”
As he settled between her legs he paused. “Is the carpet dark enough for you?”
Norelle bared her teeth, squeezing him, enjoying the sound of his hiss. “That’s what you get for sassing me.”
“If that’s a punishment, I should do something really bad.”
The silky deep timbre of his voice shivered through her, a wicked light in glowing eyes as he pressed his cock to her entrance. The wide head slid in, inch by agonizing inch, filling her body. Muscles loose, walls limber, the entry was tight but not the painful entrance she’d expected. Norelle frowned.
Cass froze, teeth gritted. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “No.” She felt almost… disappointed. Where was the blood, the pain, the drama of the first time? It felt uncomfortable, a burning stretch, but her body grew accustomed to the invasion, especially since he moved so carefully. “It doesn’t really hurt.”
“Isn’t that a good thing, female?” he asked, exasperated.
“Are you… doing it right?”
His eyes narrowed a second later, a look of almost male effrontery flitting across his face. Gripping her hips, he slid home, sheathing himself fully.
She cried out, but only because it felt so good, wrapping her legs around his waist even as she clutched him to her.
“Oh, God, yes. Move, damn you!”
Cass laughed, amusement laced with ragged desire, and obliged. “I don’t know, Norelle. Am I doing it right?”
His strokes increased their pace as she urged him on until he lost inhibition, secure he hadn’t hurt her. She moaned, crying out as he shifted his hips, grinding deep inside her.
“That’s my girl,” he muttered. “Enthusiastic consent.”
Pressure built, her pussy tightening around him as her nails raked his back. He pumped deeper, her back pressed into the thick carpet. Something wild in her broke. She bared her teeth at him, growling, pushing at his chest. He swore, rolling off her. Norelle pinned him, hands grasping either shoulder as she straddled him, a fierce grin on her face.
He pillowed his head in his palms, returning her grin with a lazy smirk. “Whatever the lady wants,” he purred. “Save a joystick, ride a techie.”
She laughed at the corny joke. Norelle positioned herself over him, sliding down onto his cock, head thrown back in ecstasy. The angle, the depth was unimaginable. She rolled her hips, moving her body up and down. After a moment hands grasped her bobbing breasts, playing with her as she fucked him, learning the angle and speed that brought her the most pleasure.
She glanced down at him as a ragged moan ripped from his throat. His eyes were half closed, bright through the lists of his lids.
“Fuck,” he growled, p.c. tech CEO persona gone, nothing but hungry hard Bear staring at her. “Your pussy feels so good. Fuck me harder, baby.”
CHAPTER
7
She leaned forward and his mouth captured her nipple as she fucked him. He grabbed her waist, his own hips pistoning up and down with a nearly rabid frenzy. Norelle lost control, clutching his shoulders as she held on for the ride.
“Cassius,” she gasped.
His hand tangled in her hair. “That’s right,” he said, eyes flashing. “Cassius. My cock in you, fucking you senseless. Mine, not the Council's.”
On the edge of a precipice, she half laughed, half growled, inexplicably frustrated. “Council doesn’t have a cock. More, Cass, I need more.”
Cass heard her, one hand slipping between their bodies, finding the engorged nub of flesh and plucking her. It was what she needed; her body vibrated and shattered, the orgasm overcoming her in a wave of pleasure unlike any she’d ever imagined. She cried out, collapsing on her lover’s rock hard chest.
He flipped her over onto her back, draping her leg over his shoulder, so deep inside her she felt fused to him. She bit her lip as the tiny after waves from her peak began to build again, stimulated by his grinding strokes.
“Cum again,” he demanded, voice ragged. “I'm your first, I'll be your only. Cum again.”
She did, bare seconds after he flooded her womb with his seed, shouting his own release, the tendons of his neck in stark relief. His upper lip drew back over elongated fangs. Norelle grabbed his face between her hands. Her own fangs itched, but…
“Not yet, Cass,” she told him, firmly.
He growled. “You’re my mate. When?”
“You court me properly. And we need to speak to my mother, the Council.” Norelle paused. “And you haven't even approached Liam. He’s my brother and our Den Alpha.”
Cassius’ snarl disappeared. “You want me to fight your brother? And isn't it a little late for courting? I have the cow, and the milk.”
She shouted, slapping his shoulder as he laughed, evading her blows. She hid her smile, feigning anger- she knew he was joking. Mostly joking, probably. He captured her lips in a brief kiss, then slid down her body.
Her brow rose. “Sweetie, I'm done. I don't know if I can go another round.”
“We’ll work on your stamina. But, I was only going to...”
She gasped as his tongue dipped into her pussy, stroking.
“I said I wanted to taste you. Like a pot of honey.”
***
They showered together, the ensuite in his actual bedroom. She had to talk him into it because he’d just wanted to hop in the tiny glass stall attached to his geek cave. He man-pouted, but gave in when she threatened to just go back to her hotel.
Cass stared at her, irritated. “Why don’t you just come stay here?”
She lifted her chin. “No. We’re supposed to be courting. We can't do that if I'm living in your house.”
He muttered, expression dark. “How long is this courting thing supposed to take?”
“I don't know! You’re the male- figure it out.”
Because now that she’d de facto defied the Council, she wanted it all. Flowers, candy, dinner. A long convoluted process of Cass begging her to grace him with her presence.
Cass rubbed a fluffy white towel over her body, studying her. “If I agree to go through with a cycle of ridiculous human mating customs, will you cook?”
Her eyes narrowed.
Hmm. Had a point. “Okay. Sounds fair.”
His expression brightened. “Great. I've got quail eggs in the fridge.”
And that was about it.
***
It took her two days to call her mother. She wasn’t avoiding Gwenafar; Norelle just didn't feel like arguing with her.
“Norelle? How is your vacation going?”
“Cassius and I are mating.”
Silence. She supposed she could have broken the news more gently, but what was the point? Besides, it wasn't her style. Straight, blunt, get it over with.
“Norelle.”
“You sent me here, so it’s your fault.”
“Norelle, the Council told you not to mate. Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
The response baffled her. She’d expected more argument, more pushback. Not this calm, almost perfunctory momism.
“Well… we’re taking it slow-” Norelle felt heat in her cheeks. If slow meant traditional courting during the day and hot rabid sex at night “-but, yes. I'm certain.”
Her mother sighed. “Alright, dear. Keep me informed. He still needs to come home, though. That doesn't absolve him from his duty.”
Norelle froze. “Are you out of your mind?”
“No.” Gwenafar’s voice chilled. “You are free to live your life, but every action has a consequence. And we all have responsibilities. Mating you doesn't mean he isn't still required to produce a healthy cub.”
Norelle clutched the cell, made herself loosen her fingers so she didn't crack it. “Over my dead body.”
“It shouldn't come to that, dear.”
Cassius thought it was funny. He sprawled on the hard hotel bed as she told him about the conversation, grinning.
“I don't think it’s amusing,” she said, frosty.
He snorted. “You’re mad because you feel threatened. It’s funny. What is she going to do, strap me to a bed and have a bevy of humans women hop on, hoping to get pregnant?”