Body Worship: The Billionaire and the BBW: Body Heat Series Book 3 (7 page)

I
’m so damn excited
to see her that I pull the door open when she reaches forward to knock. I take her into my arms, close the door, and then mash my lips against hers as my hands roam over her body. She returns the favor and caresses my chest and shoulders as I slide my tongue into her mouth and lick the inside of her lips.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” she says as she takes a step back.

“I’ve been going crazy for this body.” I grab her ass and pull her tight against me. She pulses her hips against the rapidly growing bulge in the front of my pants. I slide one hand down to the back of her knee and hitch it over my hip, so we can grind against each other properly.

“Why are you still wearing your clothes?” I tease as I pull the knit shirt over her head and toss it to the floor.

“I might ask you the same thing.” She works at my belt buckle. I pull down her jeans, but they get stuck around her knees.

“I need to get you spread out somewhere proper,” I say as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom. She keeps working on my zipper and I slide my hand to her perfectly plump ass and let my fingertips explore under her lace panties. She groans when I reach her slick warmth.

“If you think my fingers feel good, wait until I use my tongue.” I deposit her on the giant king bed and quickly strip off my clothes. She writhes around on the bed below me. I grab her ankles and tug on her jeans, pulling them off easily. She reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra and her perfect tits are free.

I slide onto the bed next to her, push her gently onto her back, and toss her lacy bra across the room.

Then I feast on her.

I start with her breasts, because I’ve always been a boob man. I take one in each hand and knead them as my mouth alternates between her nipples. I take turns licking them, nibbling them, and sucking on them. I move my mouth to the soft skin on the inside of her elbow and kiss and lick there. I run my tongue over her ribs and plant kisses along her torso. More of the same along her thighs and calves. I run my hands along her warm skin as my mouth tastes her sweetness.

“You taste amazing.”

“It’s just soap,” she says with a squeak. Her arms are rigid at her side and her fists are balled.

“Relax, beautiful.” I crawl between her legs and part her thighs with my own. I sit back on my heels as I rub her pussy with the flat of my hand through her wet panties. “Do you need me to slow down?”

“Just be gentle with me.” She shakes her arms out and crosses them over her head. “I’m out of practice.”

“Out of practice being worshipped? Not while I’m around, love.” I lower my head and lay the flat of my tongue against the wet lace. I don’t move; I just rest my mouth on her and let my senses take her in. Her sweet tangy juices seep through the fabric and I’m iron hard in an instant. Her sweet musk fills my nostrils and I inhale deeply, wanting more. I feel how swollen she is under my touch, and I can’t hold back any longer.

I pull her bikini to the side and lick the length of her pussy. She squirms against me and I nuzzle her, rubbing my face in her perfect sex until I’m totally drunk on her. Her hand is in my hair, pulling me closer. I reach up and pull the panties from her hips, over her legs, and throw them over my shoulder. I spread her soft pillowy thighs with my strong hands and lower my eager mouth to her drenched cunt.

“Please suck my pussy, baby” she begs.

I take her meaty labia between my lips and suck. First the pale outer lips and then the silken pink inner ones. All I can hear are her groans and the wet sounds as I work between her legs. I fasten my mouth over her swollen clit and pull it into my mouth. Her hips buck against me.

“Oh God, it’s so good, I’m going to come.” My hands rest on her hips, holding her down. She places her hands on top of mine and I interlace our fingers. She looks down at me and I look up at her as my tongue batters her tender nub of pleasure. I thrust against the mattress with my thick cock and I can feel the wet stain of pre-cum that has pooled there. Her legs start to shake and then she cries out and crosses them behind my neck. She lifts her hips off the bed but I don’t stop. I keep my mouth fastened to her sweet pussy until she has collapsed back on the bed. Even then, I don’t stop. I just slow things down. I massage her with the flat of my hand and plant soft kisses along her inner thighs and mons.

She lies back with her forearm over her face until she catches her breath. I slide up the bed and lie next to her, stroking her breasts and kissing her neck. She rolls on her side to face me and snuggles against my chest.

“Something’s poking me,” she teases.

“I can’t imagine what.” I reach down and stroke my thick cock.

“Maybe we need to do something about it.” She pushes me onto my back, gets on all fours, and crawls down to my cock.

S
he’s
as much of a tease as I am. She takes me in her firm grip and plants prim kisses along my torso and thighs. My cock bobs and jerks as her kisses come closer and closer to my throbbing manhood, but she moves south at the last second.

It feels so good I could weep.

She massages me with her fingers as she nuzzles my sac and licks the sensitive skin there. It feels divine, but what I really want is to bury my throbbing cock between those pretty lips. I take my cock, resting flat against my belly, and point it toward her in a silent offering.

“Suck me off, Evie.”

She doesn’t miss a beat.

She draws me into her warm wet mouth and takes me as deep as she can before releasing me with a wet pop.

“Oh Christ.” I curl my hand in her hair and point my cock at her mouth again. She opens her mouth eagerly. She bobs up and down on my dick and I thrust against her. I’m trying like hell to keep from blowing my load in two seconds, and it doesn’t help when I see her hand furiously working between her legs as she pleasures me.

“Does sucking my cock make you hot, love.”

She looks up at me. Our eyes connect and the raw lust in her gaze is intoxicating. We find our rhythm together. She keeps rubbing her clit; I ease a thick finger into her tight pussy each time she sucks me deep. I run my hands over her body as she fucks me with her mouth and I admire her soft skin, her perfect breasts, and her silky smooth hair. My balls tighten and I thrust faster. She indulges me for a few strokes before she pulls back and releases me from her mouth.

“Not yet, love,” she says as my cock dances in frustration.

She takes me in her hand and makes love to me with her mouth. She plants hot kisses along every inch of my throbbing cock and then trills her tongue along the ridge of my swollen head. She scoops the drops of precum from the slit of my dick like they’re a precious treat and swallows them eagerly. She alternates sloppy wet kisses with thick licks of her tongue.

“Do you like my hot little mouth on your fat cock? Taking your big dick like a good girl.” All I can manage is a ragged nod. I realize every muscle in my lower body is clenched tight.

“You’re making me crazy,” I say.

“That’s the idea.” She opens her mouth and slaps the sensitive head of my cock against the flat of her tongue.

“Suck me off with that dirty little mouth while I finger fuck your sweet cunt.” My voice is a hoarse whisper. I hardly recognize myself right now.

She redoubles her efforts and it’s so good I’m afraid I’ll pass out. Her perfect little pixie nose hits my pubic bone every time she takes me deep. Her legs are trembling; so are mine. We’re both so close. I reach down and take a perfect tit in each hand and knead it. She moans and shudders as I tug on each nipple, and then she leans into me and explodes. I feel her hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into her, and I explode, too.

Christ, I forgot how good it is to come in a woman’s mouth. My orgasm rolls through me for a solid minute. The electric waves of pleasure course through my legs, my spine, my hips, and my cock. She milks me with her mouth as I empty myself into her. She finally releases me to take a deep breath, but she keeps stroking my ass and my thighs, and keeps sucking my rapidly softening cock into her mouth until every last drop of my cum has been consumed.

S
he collapses
next to me and rests her head on my thigh. I suck her sweet juices from my fingers and reach down and give her ass a playful spank. She bites my thigh in return.

“I love the view, but I’d love it even more if you flipped around so I could hold you for a while.” She pushes herself up on her hands, crawls on her knees in a circle, and collapses next to me, face to face.

“You look very happy,” she says. “I like to see you like this.”

“Haven’t I always looked happy when you’re with me?”

“Yes . . .”

“Yes, but?”

“You always looked a little tortured before. Now you just look happy.”

“It’s because you make me feel fucking fantastic.” I reach out and cup her perfect breast, running my thumb back and forth over her puckered nipple.

“I’m so glad.” She pats the back of my arm.

“And I want to share you with the world,” I say.

She shakes her head and raises herself onto one elbow.

“I’m not ready for that.” She drops her head back down with an exhausted sigh.

“Why are you being so silly about it?”

“I’m not being silly about anything.”

“You’re just so confident in every other aspect of your life.” I roll on my side and curl into her, nuzzling her neck and licking at her collarbone.

“Well, I guess this is my area for growth, then.”

“I guess it is.” I slide my hand down the baby soft skin of her tummy until I reach the perfect patch of red curls. I run my fingertips through it before sliding my hand lower, cupping her sex. “You know you’re spectacularly beautiful, right?”

“That’s very sweet of you to say.”

“It’s the truth. And that’s why nothing would make me happier than taking you to the Lux Gala.” I slide a finger deeper between her warm cleft, but she pushes my hand away and sits up.

“The Lux Gala? The one where every press outlet in the US sends a reporter? The one where they do a fashion recap on E! the next day? Are you kidding me, Nash?”

“You aren’t sounding as excited as I had hoped you’d be.”

“That’s because you’re not listening to what I’m saying.” She lays her hand on her chest and pounds in frustration.

“I am,” I say. “But at some point, you’re going to have to leave the house with me.”

“I know.” She hangs her head down. “I’m just scared.”

“Of what?” I reach out and lay my hand on her thigh.

“How do you know I’m the one you want? Maybe you should take some time and play the field.”

“I don’t want to play the field. I’ve been playing the field my whole life. I want you.” I squeeze her leg.

“But what if some gorgeous woman comes along, a total ten, and you have regrets.”

“You are my perfect ten. You’re all I want, Evie. You need to deal with this.” Then something dawns on me. “Unless you don’t want me.”

“Are you insane?” She cuddles next to me and kisses my chest. “Of course I’m crazy about you.”

“Where is all this coming from? You know why I was at Body Heat doing what I was. What led you there?”

“I just had a bad experience, ok? Nothing horrible, no big deal. Just something I had to deal with that took a while to recover from.” She pauses and I sense she’s ready to open up to me, but then she pulls back. “I feel bad even mentioning it - it pales in comparison next to whatever you went through over there.”

“That doesn’t make it any less real. Or any less traumatizing for you.”

“I can’t-” She starts to move away again. I grab her arm and pull her closer.

“Just get it out. Once you talk about it, it loses its power over you. That’s what the shrinks at the VA tell the guys, anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Did you ever talk to anyone there?”

I shake my head. “My parents would have had a fit if I talked to anyone outside the approved family network.”

“Don’t you think your recovery is more important than keeping your parents happy?”

“I don’t think about it at all, really.”

“Have you ever talked to anyone?”

“I can’t. It’s all still classified.” She gives me a disapproving look.

“That’s just an excuse. You could talk to someone if you really wanted to.”

Now it’s my turn to pull away and sit up. “You hit the nose on the head with that one. The truth is I don’t want to talk about it. Ever. With anyone.”

“How are you going to get better without talking about it?”

I tip my head forward and bury my face in the palms of my hands. “I think that’s what they call the pot calling the kettle black, Evie.”

“Fine.” She crosses her legs in a huff and tucks the sheet around her. “Last year I went home with a guy after last call. I was totally stupid. I didn’t know anything about him, but he seemed nice.”

“We started fooling around and we were having a good time, but after a good twenty minutes of fucking I started to realize he was too drunk to come. He realized it too, and he got really rough and really mean.”

She draws her legs up and wraps her arms around them.

“I’ve never minded rough, but I’ve always minded mean. The words he said hurt more than anything. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that and it was so humiliating. I’m pretty sure that’s what he wanted. I started to cry and grabbed my clothes but he didn’t let up. I booked it out of there half dressed, and he kept yelling.”

“Tell me his name.” My hands are curled into fists and my arms are tense. “I’m going to find this guy, and I’m going to teach him some manners.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She scoots closer to me and leans her head against my shoulder. “He’s a nobody.”

“A nobody who thought it was fine to destroy your self image so he could handle his own shortcomings a little better. Not much of a man in my book.”

“Now it’s your turn. Tell me something about what happened to you.”

“I can’t.” Fuck. Why can’t she just leave it alone?

“That’s not fair, Nash.”

“I know, but I can’t tell you. I can’t say it out loud. To anyone.”

“Because of national security?”

“Because I don’t think I could stand it,” I yell louder than I mean to. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“You need to talk to someone.” She rests her hand on my back.

“I’m never telling anyone what happened.” End of story.

“It doesn’t have to be me. And you don’t have to talk about what happened. But you need to talk to someone about how it’s eating you up inside.”

I don’t respond. There’s nothing else to say.

“If you try, if you just agree to meet with someone, I’ll go out on a proper date with you.” She scrunches up her face and says it really fast, like she has to get it out before she changes her mind.

“You’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” she says. “You choose the time and place. What do you think?”

“I think we have a deal.”