Curves for Two (BBW Erotic Romance) (3 page)

I clutched at the bunched up skirt, fighting a building moan. I didn't want either of them to know how aroused I was. Chase would take it as my capitulation and there was no missing the tension emanating from Roman in the front seat as Chase teased my heated flesh.
 

I tried to pull away. I brought my hands up to my breasts, my palms facing forward as I pushed helplessly at the massive chest pinning me to the seat.
 

Chase broke the kiss long enough for me to gulp in a fresh breath of air and then he was on me again, his tongue driving into my mouth as his hand gathered the gusset of my panties to one side. The callused pad of one finger brushed the seam of my pressed labia. He dipped a finger between my lower lips, the tip swirling as he traced the ring of my cunt.
 

"Sopping, baby. So hot and ready, why are you resisting?"
 

I started to tremble, my brain barely registering that the Jeep had slowed. Looking out the front window, I realized we had pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. Starting to panic, I grabbed at Chase's hand and tried to twist away from his teasing fingers.
 

My gaze pleading, I looked between the two. "No. We're not going in...I..."
 

Chase relented, or so I thought.
 

Bringing his hand up, he smeared my juices across my lips in a slow tease before capturing my face and pulling me into another kiss. I heard the click of my seat belt and then he dragged me onto his lap. My right leg angled to the side as the front passenger seat butted against my knee.
 

The dress skirt up around my waist, I was splayed open, just my panties protecting my pussy from their hungry eyes. I felt a third hand on me as Roman leaned into the back seat. He ran his fingers over my knee, up my thigh. Reaching down, Chase tugged the crotch of my panties to the
side once more, giving Roman better access to my thick labia and the usually concealed clit so swollen it protruded.
 

Groaning, Chase buried his face against my throat. "Look at it jump, Gracie. You're all but coming as it is."
 

He was right. The contractions running through my cunt were strong enough to jerk the flesh of my clit up with each pulse. My thighs flexed rhythmically and I knew that behind the curtain of my lower lips, the muscle guarding my entrance was opening and closing with each twitch that ran through me.
 

"No..." A weak whine was all the denial I could muster. It evaporated on contact as Roman extended one finger and lightly ran it over the tip of my dancing bud.
 

The finger dipped lower, invaded me without a whisper of protest. Stroking deep inside my cunt, Roman caught my gaze and held it. "You are going inside with us. We're going to strip you and then we're going to sample every inch of your luscious flesh, Gracie. Together."
 

My breathing stilled, the blood slowing in my veins until my limbs were dead weighted with arousal. Now two fingers deep and curling, Roman started to stroke the knot of tissue just inside my entrance.
 

"Baby," Chase whispered, gently chewing at my ear. "You're going to come here in the Jeep where anyone and everyone can see and hear or in your bed. Which is it going to be?"
 

"Bed." A word, a moan. Hell, maybe I just thought it instead of speaking, but they knew they had me anyway.
 

I felt the curve of Chase's smile against my jaw line as he planted a kiss before releasing me. Heart thundering in my chest, I let them straighten my skirt and the bodice of the dress before they tenderly removed me from the back seat and walked with me between them to my apartment.
 

Roman unlocked the door and ushered us in. As soon as we cleared the threshold, Chase scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. Placing me on my feet next to the bed, he turned me so that my back faced Roman. "Zipper."
 

"You want to give her a chance to catch her breath?" Roman joked before he stepped behind me and started to slowly ease the zipper down the length of my back.
 

"Breathing's good." Chase pushed the shoulder straps down my arms, his gaze ravenous as the bodice dropped to my waist and the top of my breasts were fully exposed. He looked up for half a second before he popped the front clasp on my demi bra. "Thinking's not."
 

Apparently he hadn't gotten the message. Thought was no longer possible. Most of my brain was numb, only the pleasure centers jumping with activity.
 

Whether or not my mental state was obvious, Chase wasn't taking any chances. One hand on my shoulder, he contorted at the waist. Moving fast as a cat, he dropped his other hand to hook the underside of my knee. One quick tug had me on my back on the mattress, the dress in a pool on the floor.
 

My panties and sandals were gone before I finished gasping.
 

With a wicked grin, Chase quickly settled between my parted thighs, his chin hovering just above my bald mound. "Baby, you didn't expect us to go slow now that we have you inside, did you?"
 

I looked to Roman to put the brakes on -- pleading for just a little time. He shook his head. Eyes raking my bare flesh, he peeled the t-shirt off his long, muscular frame.
 

Brushing his lips against my thigh, Chase released a low laugh. "No help there, baby girl. He needs you every bit as badly as I do."
 

Mouth gliding right, he trailed the tip of his tongue along my flesh. Reaching the split of my labia, he took a curling lick up my clit, his lips sealing around the swollen bud just as Roman's jeans and underwear hit the floor.
 

Roman gave me a few long seconds to appreciate his sculpted body and the thick shaft that pushed hard and fast to just below his navel. Then he crawled onto the bed and stretched alongside me, his head even with mine. He ran his fingers over my stomach and up to my breast, his hand molding around my flesh to squeeze and pull as his mouth covered mine.
 

Below, Chase devoured me. His teeth grazed along my labia. A nip, a lick, his thick fingers in me, stretching my muscles until he had three fingers cupped against my G spot. I tightened around him, my hips lifting to pump his mouth.
 

Reaching beside me, I gripped Roman's cock, my hand barely closing around the broad shaft. Both of them so big, the thought made me even tighter.
 

"Baby, fuck..." Breathless, Chase doubled the fury of his attack, squeezing that knot nestled just inside me as his lips and tongue worked my clit. "Come for me, baby, so I can bury my cock in this sweet, tight cunt."
 

Still kissing me, Roman rose up on his knees and one hand, the other teasing my nipples as I stroked his cock. I tugged his shaft closer to my mouth, a shudder rolling through him as my lips closed around its fat head.
 

Matching my pace with the play of Chase's fingers and tongue, I bobbed forward, swallowing Roman's glorious cock as deeply as I could. He groaned, his hips twitching as he gripped the side of my face.
 

Chase altered his tempo, his long muscular fingers chancing upon a previously undiscovered switch inside me. My body jerked, a low moan vibrating through me. Chuckling, Chase rubbed the spot again. My hand squeezed the base of Roman's shaft in response. Tracing a circle around the nerve he'd hit upon, Chase looked up the length of my body, his gaze sparkling with mischief as my hand convulsed a second time.
 

"Dude...not fair." Roman pried my fingers from around his cock as Chase drew another circle and then another, my hips lifting higher with each round trip.
 

I closed my eyes, my nails raking Roman's thigh in rough apology as my whole body began to quake. Chase drove me on until my muscles locked and then he drove me a little further until I screamed in ecstasy.
 

Slowing his strokes, he eased me back down to the mattress.
 

Surfing up the far side of the bed, Chase rolled onto his side and tugged me towards him until my back was against his broad chest, his hard cock filling the valley of my bottom. Roman followed after me, his chest against my breasts. He took possession of my mouth as Chase lifted my top leg and penetrated me with one deep thrust of his heavy cock.
 

My climax still pulsing through me, my cunt clutched at him, milking his length until he started to gasp from the pure pleasure of it.
 

Roman's hand snaked down my belly and over my mound. His skin slick with the cream of my orgasm, he coaxed two fingers inside me, crowding Chase's cock as he quickly found and rubbed the small area that had so violently triggered my first climax.
 

"Fuck, she loves that." Chase drew a ragged breath in as the walls of my pussy started to roll violently with each stroke Roman took. Chase pumped his hips against my backside, his cock
spearing deep inside me to force Roman's fingers harder against the knot. "She's coming again, sweet baby--"
 

His fingers dug into my hips as he fought the onrushing tide of his own climax. His mouth sealed around the side of my throat, searing the flesh with a sucking, bruising kiss as he refused to surrender.
 

"Baby girl, your pussy's so perfect."
 

Hooking his fingers, Roman stretched me, stroked, stretched me some more, tugging and twisting at the muscles of my cunt until both of them had their cocks fitted snugly inside me. My eyes rolled back, the light flicking on and off inside my head as my eyelids twitched.
 

They rode me at first with opposite strokes. Roman pushed deep as Chase all but withdrew, then Chase thrust into me, his whole body trembling as Roman pulled back. Their dicks seesawing in and out, one lover pushed against the front of my hips, the other bounced against my ass. Our flesh met, parted, melded as one.
 

Chase reached an arm around to squeeze my breast. Roman gripped my hip. Their words fell hot and dirty in my ear, along my mouth. Tongues licked my throat and lips as my pussy knotted around their big cocks. I bore down on them as the biggest wave of my climax roared through me.
 

They froze, both heads hooked at the ring of muscle gating my cunt. Groaning, they pushed in together, all the way up to uniformly butt against my cervix. Back down to tug, then up, crashing into me, my mind splintering at the sensation.
 

A keening moan rippled along my throat as their cocks jerked inside me, cum shooting from them in simultaneous jets. Dicks swelling, pumping, muscles twitching. They held me, rocked me, their motions gentling as the last of their seed was spent. They came at last to a stop, their arms across my body to grasp each other and hold me tight between them.
 

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Roman kissed me as he waited to grow softer. When he finally did, he eased from me first. Rising from the bed, he left the room, his big cock gently swinging as he crossed into the kitchen. Chase climbed over me until we were chest-to-chest.
 

Cupping my face with both hands, he thumbed the corners of my mouth. "You okay, baby girl?"
 

That was the Chase I knew. He might take someone down as if he were a lion, but he licked and nuzzled like a kitten afterwards.
 

When I didn't answer right away, he kissed my forehead then drew my face to his chest and cradled me against it. "Tell me you're okay, Gracie."
 

I curled a hand around the side of his narrow waist and nodded, my throat too tight with emotion to speak. Roman re-entered the room at that moment, a tall glass of ice water in his hand. He must have brushed it against Chase's spine because Chase gasped and relaxed his grip.
 

"Let her rehydrate before you attack her again," Roman teased.
 

Chase released me with a small growl and rolled onto his back. Scooting up the bed until his broad back rested against the headboard, he pulled me up and took the glass of water from Roman. Holding it, he offered me sips, his lips resting against the crown of my head as I drank.
 

Roman crawled in next to me, his body nestling against my other side and his lips pressed warmly at the curve of my neck. He caressed my hip and thigh, Chase playfully blocking him with a knee when Roman's fingers moonwalked toward my mound.
 

A fuzzy, tingling heat blossomed along my skin. Naked in bed with them, I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious. Not once in my life had they made me feel like their fat little friend. They would hammer anyone who did. I loved them, had loved them one way or another for as long as I could remember.
 

"Uh-oh," Chase started. "She's thinking again. We can't have that."
 

Rolling my eyes at him, I rested the still cold and perspiring glass on top of his exposed nipple and watched grinning as a shiver rolled through him.
 

"Actually…" Pausing, I ran the bottom rim of the glass around his puckered nipple. "I was remembering that time Roman punched Bobby Pepperdine in the nose back in fourth grade."
 

Chase chuckled. Roman sighed, the sound less than happy. I knew why -- he was remembering his mother's visit to the principal's office that afternoon. More specifically, he remembered her questioning why Roman had punched Bobby and her cold, eviscerating response when Roman explained that Bobby had teased me about being fat.
 

"She is," Maxine had said, her voice audible to Chase and me as we waited in the outer office. "And if you think you can punch anyone who says one of your friends is fat or white trash, I'll find you new friends and you won't play with those two ever again."