Being Me (BBW Romance) (5 page)

My thighs squirmed as my juices coated my white panties. I was so hot and slick that I thought I'd burn up or slide off the couch. Things only got hotter when he reached down and pressed his fingers against my nub. I bucked into his hand and he chuckled. His laugh reverberated through my breast and sent a chill up my spine. "Liking that?" he teased me.

I smirked. Two could play at this game, so I squirmed down and grabbed onto him. His eyes widened and he jumped into my hand. I leaned up and rubbed my nose against his. "Liking that?" I replied.

His roaming hand reached up and snapped off my pants button; the zipper soon followed. "No, there's too much clothing in the way. Let's deal with that."

I worked on his pants while he worked on mine. They flew across the room along with our underwear, and for the first time I was embarrassed. Like I said before, I didn't exactly have a model figure. Then he sat up and inspected my pure nakedness, chubby belly and all. There were my wrinkles and stretch marks for full viewing; my fat legs and thick thighs. I expected him to be disgusted. Instead I felt him pinch my flabbiness. My head snapped back and I glared at him. "Do you mind? That's kind of attached to me."

He grinned. "I know, and I'm going to enjoy every pound of it."

My face flushed and a rare occasion happened; I didn't know what to say. I was so glad he didn't reject me for my stupid fatty body. He lay down on me and caught me in another of those lustful kisses. I wrapped my chubby legs around his waist and pushed him close to my soaked opening. He took the invitation with gusto and thrust into me smooth and deep. I moaned at the penetration and the thickness of his manhood. It'd been a while since I did this and my walls were tight around him. I noticed he was gasping for air. I was afraid I was killing him. "You okay? We need to stop?"

He shook his head. His teeth ground together and when he opened his shut eyes his hungry eyes devoured me. "You're-you're really tight." He bucked forward, burying himself deeper into me. I gasped and grasped his arms. He had a good angle on my clit, and pleasure rippled through me.

My voice was deep and sultry. All I wanted was for him to take me and make me his. "You're really big," I breathed out.

"Good."

He slid out and thrust back into me; nice, slow and deep. I closed my eyes and let out a shallow, heavy breath. It felt so good having him slowly fuck me. I matched his push and pull thrust for thrust. Our bodies were slick with sweat and his arms wrapped around me to hold me closer. He covered me in his musky scent and I breathed it all in, reveling in the intoxicating smell. We moaned together, soft and low, enjoying the sweet torture of this slow dance.

His breaths tickled my ear and his muscles tightened. I noticed him pick up the speed and arched my back. He slid in deeper than ever and his body shuddered. My slick, hot walls massaged him, driving him mad with each thrust into me. I was loving every minute of it.

He was being evil in his turn. Each of his penetrations slid across my nub, sending titillating shivers of pleasure through my body. My groin muscles got tighter and tighter. The heat inside me was almost unbearable. I needed release and he was still going so achingly slow and careful.

I leaned up and pulled on his ear. "Faster. Oh god, faster," I moaned.

Steven grunted and picked up the tempo. His hard, muscled thighs thrust him into me again and again; I couldn't keep up with his speed. All I could do was grasp his back and push my hips forward, pulling him deeper and deeper into me. My wet walls pulsed with sensual pleasure that slid up my body in one intense wave after another. We abandoned our smooth flow for hot, reckless love-making. We pushed and bucked against each other, and the couch bucked along the floor. My breasts pressed up against his sweat-soaked chest and my pert, sensitive nipples shot hot sparks of ecstasy through me.

I gasped for air and my fingernails dug into his back. My groin muscles twitched and jumped, flowing with pleasure that was growing tighter and tighter. I was so close to the edge, just a little further. Another thrust, and another. I flung my head back and tested the thickness of the walls. "Oh god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!"

Steven grunted and thrust harder. He sent me over the edge into an oblivion filled with bright lights and a pleasure I'd only dreamed about. He kept on pushing, driving me higher and higher until he hit heaven. He stiffened for a few seconds, and then fell down on top of me. All of him. The sexiness went away when his heavy, oozing weight started to crush me.

"Um, air needed here," I wheezed out.

"Oh, sorry." He pulled himself up onto his arms and gazed down on the heaving mass of flesh and fat that was me.

I squirmed beneath that staring. That little fun had burned some calories, but my body was still as fat as ever. I didn't like him looking at me so close, so I did what came natural; I was snarky. "You did it again," I teased.

He raised an eyebrow. "Did what?"

"Apologized. You need to stop doing that."

Steven laughed and leaned down to rub our noses together. "Fine. After this I won't apologize for anything else, even if you beg me to do it." He reached up and toyed with my chubby breast, and I quickly covered myself. "And you need to stop doing that."

I frowned. "Doing what?"

"Hiding from me. I told you I like some meat on my women."

I sighed. "Well, maybe you'd rather have a medium steak than a full porterhouse," I countered.

"Do you ever
not
have a witty comeback? I'm feeling outwitted," he asked me.

"No, it's my defense mechanism against the world. It's either that or I become a successful serial killer bent on reducing the city to its knees out of fear of me and my epic scariness."

He cringed. "That's an oddly specific alternate reality."

I shrugged. "Sometimes I get bored and watch too much tv," I replied.

"Well, never mind then, let's keep with the wit. You'd depopulate the office, and I hate being on either side of an interview to refill the place."

I sighed and glanced at the clothes on the floor. "And speaking of the office, shouldn't we get back to work? People will notice we're gone."

Steven smirked as he pulled out of me. "At least they didn't notice your praising me," he teased. I whacked him on the shoulder before he slipped off the couch. We'd really made that thing rock, and he pushed me and the couch back against the wall. He then nodded toward a door to his left. "There's a bathroom in there for you to cleanup."

I sat up and winced. My thighs and hips complained of the workout. If he got any harder I'd need to reinforce my bones with adamantium. I cleaned myself up and slipped back into my crinkled clothes and straightened them, and myself, out as well as I could. Steven was replaced with his mild-mannered alter ego Dunner, and saw me off at the door. He held the knob like he did last night, and like last night his hand was on my butt. "Don't forget about tonight," he reminded me.

I stared at him blankly. "What about tonight?"

"Your place, and this time have two glasses out for that wine," he replied.

Before I could answer him he'd opened the door for me. We were met with an unpleasant surprise in the form of Alicia. She stood in the doorway and I swear I saw her head swivel around like she'd been pressing her ear against the door. I didn't like that twinkle in her eyes; Dunner wasn't too pleased to see her, either. "Something I can do for you, Alicia?" he asked her.

"Oh, um, I was just wondering when those interviews were going to start up again," she stammered out.

Dunner raised an eyebrow. "You had your interview yesterday," he pointed out.

"Oh, well, I just thought maybe something happened and was worried about my friend here." It took me a few seconds to realize she was talking about me. Thank god she didn't try wrapping an arm around my shoulders, or I would have had to light myself on fire to get her stench off. "
Is
everything all right?"

Dunner wasn't convinced by Alicia's sudden interest in my welfare. "That's something you'll have to discuss with Miss Collins. But if you'll excuse me, I'll take your advice and start those interviews."

That was my cue to get out of there. I hoped Alicia would go back to her own cubicle, but much was my horror when she turned into my dog and followed me home to my little box. She salivated for info on our 'conversation' in there, but I wasn't going to throw her any bones. "So what did you two talk about in there?" she asked me even before I sat down in my chair.

"Not much, just about strategy and positions." That was technically true, in an innuendo sort of way.

Alicia just kept digging. "Any news about your position?" she persisted.

I shrugged. "Not really, still on this floor dealing with pests." I suddenly slapped my hand down on the desk as though swatting at a fly. Alicia jumped, and I grinned up at her. "Damn, missed her."

She sneered back. "That's a pity, I was hoping the IQ on the floor would go up after you left."

I mimicked a sad shake of my head and sighed. "I'm afraid you'll just have to be stuck dragging the IQ down with me." It was a slap at both of us, but I never minded laughing at myself. Alicia, however, wouldn't take a joke out for a cup of coffee.

She put her hands on either side of the entrance to my cubicle and leaned in toward me. Her voice dropped to a low, hissing whisper. "You think you're so smart, don't you? That if you just make everybody laugh that they'll be your friends? Well, guess what, bitch, they're not. Nobody likes you and nobody cares about you."

Usually her words didn't hurt me, but this time was a very painful exception. I wanted to hurt her like she was hurting me, but we didn't work the same way. I needed to strike at her with my usual weapon of choice: snark. "That's good to know in case I win a million bucks. I'll make sure to buy everyone a pin with the word 'douche' on it." I smirked when her face reddened with anger. "Careful there, Alicia, or your makeup will run," I warned her.

"You just fuck off, bitch, or I'll make your life so bad you'll be glad to quit this place," she shot back. I expected her to finish off with a rattle of her tail, and snorted when I heard her jewelry clank. She angrily pulled back and gave me the greatest gift of all; the gift of her absence. I breathed a sigh of relief when her stomping steps faded into her cubicle. Then I turned around toward my monitor and leaned down to rest my forehead against the desk. This whole thing about being careful really wasn't working out all that well. We'd already been caught in a compromising liaison, and now here was Alicia threatening my livelihood with that same info.

And speaking of info, I'd forgotten to get Dunner's phone number. Turns out he was busy the rest of the day, too, finishing up interviews and talking with the big-wigs in the afternoon. Rumors swirled around the floor like a tornado full of fear and despair. Everyone feared they'd be swept off their jobs by the ever-rumored layoffs, or that they'd be transferred to some horrible, primitive place where the natives were hostile heathens. For a lot of the people in the office that was anywhere outside the city.

Dunner came back from that meeting with a dejected look on his face that didn't bode well for some of the floor crew. He called everyone from the security of their cubicles and broke the bad news to us. "I was just told we'd have to lay off a few people by the end of the week," he informed us. A murmur of terror swept the crowd; most of the people hadn't updated their resumes in a long time. "I haven't decided who will be the ones to go, but I'll be sure to help you all find new jobs and give you excellent recommendations for your next employer."

Those words coming from someone we hardly knew didn't exactly inspire confidence in our new leader. It wasn't his fault there would be layoffs, but the mood shifted against him. He was no longer the golden child to most, but a fool's gold newcomer intent on making trouble. After his speech the ladies retreated back into their cubicles or went into others to talk with their friends, and none of them ogled our young boss. The angel of their gold digger dreams had become the greatest threat to their ambitions.

CHAPTER 5

The mood was tense the rest of the day. Dunner came and went from his office, talking with everyone about the current projects and deadlines. They smiled and nodded, but the minute he turned his back they stripped off the makeup and scowled at him. Nobody dissed the behavior because they were all in the same mood. Well, everybody but me. After my little romp with the boss I was riding cloud nine on a new Harley, revved up and ready to go. That's probably why, when a group of the downtrodden passed by, I didn't react well to their conversation. It also didn't help that it was Delilah and Stacy. I swear those two stayed slim by all the walks they took around the floor.

"You think they gave him a bonus to take the job and now they're having to cut somebody out to pay for it?" Delilah asked her friend.

Stacy shrugged. "Maybe, but they probably waited for him to do these layoffs because Finner was too much of a wimp to do it. This guy's probably a yes-man who would get rid of all of us if he was ordered to."

That was a double insult; one for my great old boss and another for my great new boss. I wasn't going to take that, so I swiveled around in my chair and cleared my throat. "Could you two keep moving? You're lowering the IQ in the area," I snapped at them.