Curve Contract (Big Girls Next Door Erotica) (10 page)

“Pippa, answer me.”

I couldn’t, and the burst of noise from the house as Michelle opened the door and called my name meant I didn’t have to.

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Like the light through the stained glass, a wave of soft laughter filtered through the chapel Sunday afternoon. Reciting my vows, I paused and tried to place the source of my friends’ amusement. They had laughed at the end of the pastor’s last sentence. I retraced his words, the very words I was supposed to be repeating at that moment.

To love, honor and obey -- with a minimum of pushback.

Right, Blake had asked him to change the vows. They recognized it as an inside joke -- one they thought they understood. The joke was entirely on me, a reminder of the contract that had led to this sham marriage. I lifted my gaze to find Blake drilling holes in my skull, his face seemingly so tense it would crack if so much as a butterfly landed on it.

He held my hand, his grip tightening painfully until he closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. When he opened them again, I saw…

I had no idea what I was seeing. The emotion was nothing I could name. Wanting that shadow clouding his face to pass, I quickly pushed the words out, another wave of laughter following in their wake.

Laughing with them, the pastor pronounced us married and Blake pulled me to him, his mouth covering mine before the pastor gave him permission to do so.

My knees started to give, only the strength of Blake’s arms keeping me upright as the kiss deepened. Blake molded me to him, my soft curves giving way to his hard planes as
huzzahs
erupted from the audience. I needed oxygen, wasn’t getting any. Even when he broke the kiss -- I couldn’t remember to breathe.

I leaned against him, numb as he whisked me to the bridal limo that would take us to the small reception. The driver took the scenic route, giving everyone else time to get there first. By the time we walked in to more applause, my cheeks were wet.

They were all certain my tears were of joy. Only Blake and I knew the truth, but he was smiling like he believed his own lies.

The reception was quicker than most, maybe ninety minutes. The food was already being served, followed quickly by the cutting of the cake and our first dance as a couple before everyone took their turn dancing with us. Every time someone spun me in Blake’s direction, I found him watching me.

Parting from her dance with Blake, Clare gave me a wicked smile and whispered in my ear. “Looks like a certain CEO is itching to get back to the honeymoon suite.”

I mustered up a smile but could feel the blood draining from my face.

Erupting in laughter, Clara lifted a brow at me. “Honey, you look nervous!”

“That’s because she knows I’m back to step on her toes again.” Returning for a second dance, Kevin started to squeeze between Clara and me.

Blake intercepted him. “The limo’s ready, love.”

Staring at me, he completely ignored Kevin. He held his hand out for me to take, his gaze commanding. A tremble running through my arm, I curled my fingers around his palm. He drew me close, tucking me against him as we made our way past Abigail, her family and my friends.

I stayed mute the short ride back to the estate he had rented for the weekend. Aside from the security guard at the front gate and another in a small outbuilding near the beach, we were alone.

Candles had been lit and spaced out on the path to the bedroom we would share that night. White and pink roses carpeted the ground. Above the pounding of my pulse, I could hear the soft strains of music playing in the library. Recognizing the dueling sopranos in Strauss’
Presentation of the Rose
, I closed my eyes and let Blake lead me the rest of the way into the bedroom.

How had he remembered it was my favorite opera? It had only come up my first month working on one of Blake’s PR campaigns. I’d missed the opening of
Der Rosenkavalier
. When he had discovered it was my favorite opera, he had asked me whether I believed in love at first sight while handing me tickets for a private box for the next showing.

It should have been beneath his attention to begin with, but here we were -- almost a year later -- and he had it playing on the way to our bridal chamber.

God help any woman Blake Cross actually set his heart on.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, he tilted my chin up and waited for me to open my eyes. “Was the chapel okay, love?”

Drawing my lips in to stop their quiver, I nodded.

“And the dress?”

I nodded again, fighting to hold back tears as the final strains of the song faded. “Beautiful -- too beautiful to waste on a pumpkin.”

“Baby, say something like that again, and I’m going to spank you.” His jaw tightened, his thumb and finger gently pinching my chin to keep me from looking away. “You’re beautiful, Pippa. The dress comes alive on you -- not the other way around.”

He smoothed his hand down the side of my neck to trace the top of the bodice. “So alive, it’s almost a sin to take it off you.”

Blake advanced on me. I tried to take a step back, the bed halting my progress. He captured my waist, one arm against the small of my back to trap me in his embrace. His free hand worked the zigzag of satin ribbon that kept me laced into the dress.

Unable to meet his gaze, I stared at his chest. “Can’t we just say we did?”

“No, baby.” He tugged at the back of the dress, further loosening the ribbon.

Cold air curled along my back to push a shiver down my spine. His lips whispered along my throat and I heard the fast zip of ribbon as he pulled the last of it free from the silver eyelets. The dress fell to the ground, leaving me in just the ivory boned corset and lace panties he had packed for me, finished by matching pumps and a lace garter.

His hands on my shoulders, he pushed me onto the mattress. Leaving the pumps on, he lifted my legs high enough to sweep the dress out from under my feet. Lowering my legs until my feet touched the floor again, he parted my thighs. A growl vibrated through him as his lips brushed up one thigh to reach the garter. Slowly, he peeled the band of lace down my leg.

His gaze never leaving my face, Blake stood and pulled his tuxedo jacket off. It joined my dress on the floor, quickly followed by his shirt, shoes and socks. His pants still on, he sank to his knees again. His hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs stroking the flesh as his gaze roamed my body.

I wanted to cover myself, but all I had were my hands. I started to shield my sex, but he dropped his chin, his eyes intense as he glared up at me and slowly shook his head. Flipping his hands so that his knuckles brushed against my skin, he slid his fingers under my panties, lowering the front and side panels just enough that my pussy was exposed to him.

I knew I was wet, had felt the cream pulsing from me. Now he knew how aroused I was. Blood rushing to my face, I closed my eyes.

“Look at me, PJ.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want the image of his lust branded in my memories, didn’t want to see the slow flutter of his eyelashes as his mouth dipped down to my pussy and know that he wanted another woman beneath his lips, along his tongue.

“Baby, look at me and see how much I want you.”

I denied the possibility with another shake of my head, harder and more desperate. “You don’t.”

“I do.” His grip on the panties tightened, the fabric digging into my full hips. “Now look at me.”

I brought my hands up, covered my face. He could take me, but he couldn’t make me watch.

Blake responded to my disobedience with another growl. I heard a rip, felt strands of the torn lace as they landed on my skin. Placing both hands on my mound, he pulled my labia back. Warm and wet, the tip of his tongue touched the base of my clit and then stroked up to curl inside the hood. His top lip teased the exterior for a few heartbeats and then he pulled back.

More seconds pass, long enough for me to grow confused, and then he took another slow lick, stopping with the tip of his tongue pressed against the small pearl inside the hood. He sucked at it, his tongue lightly flicking. His hands massage my lower lips, the thumbs softly attacking the opening to my cunt.

My mutinous hips began to rock against him, a small cry escaping me at their treachery. One thumb pushed an inch into me, moving in a shallow circle.

“So sweet and tender, baby.” He took a lick and then another. “I could eat you all day.”

I’d be lucky if I lasted another minute. The contractions that had been squeezing at my uterus since we entered the house grew stronger, more frequent. Each lick had me knotting tighter inside, each squeeze forced my hips a little higher.

My hands flew down to my sides, fisting the bedspread as I fought my surrender.

“Don’t fight it, love.” His thumb pushed deeper, the flat of the nail pressing up against the ball of tissue just inside my gate as his mouth bore down on my clit. “I want to be inside you so damn hard--”

My release came, slamming into me, stealing my breath. My hips crested, held position, then pushed higher as I cried out his name. Blake kept stroking, pressing, sucking until I lost all control of my lower torso, my flesh sinking into the mattress with a series of jerks and twitches.

Blake rose up, quickly stripping his pants and underwear off. I heard the heavy silk hit the ground, felt its soft brush as he pushed the clothing tangled around his feet to the side. I waited for him to touch me again, my skin stinging with anticipation.

More seconds passed, no sounds audible beyond the rush of blood against my ears. Opening my eyes, I looked past my heaving breasts to the man standing between my spread legs.

Fuck, he was magnificent. Candlelight flickered along his muscled abs. Lean hips descended to powerful thighs, the muscles rolling as he flexed. And there, center view, the fat tip and thick shaft guiding him forward, was the most beautiful cock I could imagine.

Centering one knee on the mattress between my thighs, Blake pushed his hands under me and lifted. He slid forward, pushing me up the bed until my head was against the pillows. He kept his gaze fixed on mine, the flame of the candles reflecting a burnished bronze.

Leaning on one elbow, he ran his free hand along the front of the corset to expose the flesh beneath one hook at a time. He smoothed the fabric to the side before cupping one breast, lifting it up as his head dipped down. He tongued the nipple then drew it into his mouth. His hips gave a little roll, his shaft sliding along the split of my lower lips. Slickened with my cream, it glided without friction. His ass lifted, the tip butting against my plump labia before angling down.

He was going to enter me, now, no condom, just skin on skin.

“Blake--”

He buried my protest beneath a ruthless kiss and then he was in me, his cock thick and stretching at my walls. He pulled back, the broadly flared head hooking him inside me. In again, deeper, my pussy knotting around him, the pleasure so exquisite it became an ache.

“God, you feel so perfect, baby.” Another thrust, all the way in to hit against my cervix. “I love sinking into you. So soft and receptive.”

He pulled out, breaching me, his cock sliding over my clit and back down -- into me, slowly sinking balls deep. He kissed my throat, licking and sucking as his hips took up a slow grinding rotation.

Rocking back on his knees, Blake pulled be with him. He wrapped my legs around his hips, his gaze grazing over the folds of my labia and down to where he speared me. Taking half strokes, he kept the head of his erection pressed hard against that spongy bulb of ecstasy inside me.

He ran his tongue over the pad of his thumb and then lowered his hand down to my pussy. He swirled around my clit, tracing its perimeter before settling atop it in a slow, penetrating massage. His thumb dipped down, gathered more of my slick cream to swipe it along the length of my clit. He tugged, pulling the dangle of flesh taut.

The whole time, his cock concentrated on that small swelling inside me.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His gaze hooded, his eyes roamed my body, returning at last to my clutching, rolling center. “All swollen and pink and glistening, baby. I don’t want to ever leave this room.”

When he looked at me like, talked to me, his voice rough and breaking, I believed him. For the moment, for each pleasured second that he was in me, consuming my heat and stoking the flames higher, I believe two things: that Blake truly loved and desired me.

He rocked forward, sinking deep into me and claiming my mouth. His thrusts lost their even measure, matching instead the wild pace of my heart as I lifted to meet him.

“Yes, love, come with me.” He buried his face against my throat. His hands gripped my hips, yanking me hard onto his cock before pushing me away. Another tug, deep center as my sheath molded around him, squeezing and rippling along his length. “Yes, baby.”

We tensed in unison, both of us desperately sucking in one last breath before we exploded against one another.

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