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

"I'm finishing up. Be right over."

Searing heat shot up her spine.
How dare he—after all—right in front of—
Like a distant storm she felt her sadness darkening the skies of her mood. She closed her eyes, willing it away.
I won't let him do this to me anymore. I won't let him control my emotions.

Luke stared at her with concern. "Are you all right? If you need anything…"

Her eyes darted from one man to the other. Then she reached out and lightly touched Luke's hand. "I think I'd like to see your hotel room."

For once, Evan's eyes widened, ever so slightly.

Calling it a "room" was like calling a yacht a "boat".

The penthouse had two bedrooms in fact, separated from the main room—which was larger than her apartment—with a full kitchen, spacious living area and giant floor to ceiling windows framing a gorgeous sunset over the city.

Jasmine's heart had raced during the elevator ride up. And it seemed to stop in her chest when Evan opened the door. Paralyzed by her awe, she stood at the threshold, afraid to enter lest she wake up from the dream unfolding before her eyes.

"It's okay," Luke said, bending to undo his oxfords. "Just take your shoes off and you can go in."

With a giggle despite her anxiety, she slipped her heels off and set them on the polished wood floor. Then she strolled to the middle of the spacious room, where she turned in circles.

The furnishings were a clean, contemporary style and large paintings dominated the walls with dizzying designs and explosions of color. Tasteful, but bold. Definitely not the usual hotel décor.

A black leather couch and two matching chairs formed a half circle, facing the enormous windows. In the kitchen, she spied stainless steel appliances and dark marble countertops.

"Wow," she breathed. "This is just… incredible."

Evan put his own shoes near the door and turned with a subtle smile. "I'm glad you approve. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Um…" She tapped her chin. "Water, if you don't mind." The martini was already making her head light and she didn't want to make a complete fool of herself.

As he retrieved a glass from the cabinet, she turned and approached the vast windows. It was like standing at the edge of the world. "How many floors is this?"

"Fifty." Luke stepped up next to her. "Quite the view, huh?"

The last of the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the few scattered clouds in hues of pink and purple. Tiny lights dotted the shadowed city below. But the best part was the quiet. This time of day the streets would be flooded with cars, yet she didn't hear a sound this high up.

"It's beautiful." She tentatively placed a hand against the thick glass.

Luke sighed. "So are you."

She glanced at him, just as a red flush spread on his cheeks. His gaze flicked over her face and the receding light twinkled in his deep brown eyes. There was a hint of something exotic in his features, but she couldn't place it. Greek? Spanish?

"I'm not used to people saying that to me."

He frowned. "You should be." Then he sat down on the leather couch with his arm over the back.

"My lady," Evan murmured as he handed her a glass of ice water. He walked over to Luke and settled next to him as he stared at her with that slight, yet ever-present grin.

Returning to the view, she wondered what he was thinking behind those intelligent blue eyes of his. This was a whole different world, like stepping through a veil into a fantasy. It wasn't quite real and yet her nerves hummed with curiosity.

She took a sip of cool water as she gazed out at the darkening buildings.

"How d—" With a quick glance, she stopped herself as soon as her eyes focused on the two men. They both sat on the couch, their faces pressed against each other. Evan gripped Luke's neck. Luke's hand slowly brushed up Evan's leg, stopping over the swell at his crotch.

Heat rose to her cheeks as she quickly turned her back. She hastily took another drink and set the glass down on the little table next to her. Then she smoothed her skirt with her fidgety hands as she swallowed the urge to peek again.

It felt wrong for her to watch, as if she were intruding. Yet, that little glimpse had ignited a flame in her blood. She'd never seen two men together. It was intriguing. And they invited her, didn't they? Maybe it was safe to take another look.

But as she turned slowly, still convincing herself it was okay, strong fingers slipped over her hand. She hadn't heard the movement behind her. With a jerk she glanced up.

Luke stared back at her as he took a deep breath.

"Would you like to see the bedroom?" he whispered.

Her eyes dropped but she nodded and let him guide her into the hallway. Evan waited patiently for them to pass before following behind her. The skin on her neck tingled but she didn't dare turn around. She wasn't sure she could handle the look in his eyes at that moment: graceful and polished, with just a hint of something ferocious. No, her knees might buckle if she let herself think about it.

So she fixed her eyes forward as Luke opened the heavy double doors.

A giant bed filled the spacious room. The comforter was a deep red velvet and wispy white silk hung from the four posts at each corner. She might have commented on it if she wasn't lost in a blurry dream-state.
Is this really happening?

Luke turned to her, taking both her hands in his. He gazed at her with heat in his eyes. "What would you like to do?"

She bit her lip.
Anything? Everything?
"I don't know."

Then Evan's warm body pressed against her back and his breath blew across her neck. "You are in good hands. We will only go as fast or slow as your comfort allows."

She nodded. His hands found her waist and Luke brushed up her arms. Luke's fingers traveled over her shoulders and down to the top of her blouse. With practiced hands, he undid the first button. And then the second.

Her breath caught and she closed her eyes as Evan's hardness pressed against the crease of her rear. A small tremor shook her limbs and she reached out for Luke to keep steady. The tips of her fingers brushed the smooth skin at his waist. Exploring under his shirt, her hands traced up the contours of his muscles.

Then Luke's hands found the clasp on her bra and she tensed.

"Are you okay with this?" Evan murmured in her ear as he smoothed his hands across her soft belly.

"I'm nervous," she whispered, pressing her face against Luke's shoulder.

"Would it be better if we did this part together?" Luke asked.

She glanced up into his deep brown eyes. "Yes." A shy grin spread across her face.

With a wink he leaned back slightly, his hands gripping the sides of her bra and blouse. She curled her fingers under the hem of his shirt. Then, like a reflection, they both slowly lifted each other's clothes. Her breasts spilled out but he pressed his firm body to her, shielding her with his own naked chest.

"How was that?" Evan asked.

But she could only nod as the masculine smell of Luke's skin invaded her senses. It was like a drug. Her pulse raced; her mind clouded. She wanted to taste him, feel him, dive into those deep eyes and never surface.

It was another moment before she realized her skirt had loosened. And she felt Evan's hands working at Luke's belt.

"Again?" Luke smiled as his thumbs hooked under the fabric, brushing the sensitive skin of her waist. "Together."

Her eyelids lowered as her anxiety mixed with arousal, eroding the last of her inhibitions.
There's no turning back after this.
"Go ahead."

Luke let her skirt drop to the ground and Evan yanked Luke's pants down. She still had her panties on but she guessed that Luke was going commando as she felt his firm cock crush against her leg. She bit her lip to keep from gasping and held him tight, as if she could hide in his arms. Evan closed in behind her again and both men trapped her in between their hard bodies.

Evan squeezed a hand down Luke's front. "Do you like how he feels?"

His arm twisted and a gasp hissed through her teeth as the tip of Luke's cock rubbed her mound, then trailed back, pushing her lips apart through the fabric. She realized that Evan was holding Luke's cock, manipulating it against her. Although she didn't try to look down, she felt its rigid length. She gritted her teeth, wondering if she had made a mistake.

But it was a fleeting thought, and it was insignificant compared to the exquisite warmth of their bodies. She melted into their hold as the men kissed both sides of her neck, their lips sucking her tender skin.

"I—Yes," Jasmine stammered.

Luke's teeth grazed her earlobe. "What else do you like?"

What indeed?
In the haze of her arousal, she wasn't sure she could answer. Everything swam together: the firm masculine bodies, the intoxicating smells of their mingled aftershave, the tingles of their delicate touches.

Then Evan's lips brushed the nape of her neck. "I know she liked watching the two of us together."

Jasmine let out a long breath and heat rose in her face as she nodded. She couldn't deny that the idea of two men together was fascinating and unbelievably sexy.

Luke took a step back, his firm hands closing on her hips. With his support, she stepped out of her skirt, leaving it in a heap on the floor. Evan's fingers drifted along Luke's chest, then he brushed the other man's jawline, gently turning his face with strong fingers. Luke grinned and leaned forward, over Jasmine's shoulder, to meet Evan's mouth for a long, hungry kiss.

The unrestrained drive in that kiss caught her off guard, and for a moment she was crushed between two equally inflexible forces. Their tongues tangled together, striving, wrestling. And she couldn't look away as their hard bodies caged her between them.

Jasmine gasped as both men hardened against her, and their kiss only deepened, the slight stubble on their faces softly scraping her skin. She wriggled, squeezing her hand between her belly and Luke's chest. Following the hard ridges of his abs downward, her fingertips brushed the smooth head of his cock.

Luke made a muffled sound of surprise. With subtle reluctance on his face, Evan broke the kiss and relaxed his own hold on Luke's cock, letting Jasmine take over. Then he took a step back, resting his chin on his fist. After a moment he nodded, an appraising look radiating from his crystal-blue eyes.

"What?" Luke shot him a grin as Jasmine gave his length a few quick strokes.

"Nothing." Evan cocked his head. "It's interesting. I've never seen you from this vantage point."

"With a beautiful woman?"

"With someone else's hands on your body."

Jasmine blanched, her thumb coming to rest under the ridge of Luke's cock. She would never get used to
"beautiful woman"
. Deep down she just didn't believe it. But at that moment, it seemed that there was something else, subtle, in the words that passed between the two of them.

They've never done this before either.
That should have been obvious, but the realization still took her by surprise. Though it gave the butterflies in her stomach a chance to settle. Maybe they'd picked her because she wouldn't judge them and their inexperience.

Luke turned back to Jasmine, placing his hands on her waist. He guided her to the edge of the bed with gentle insistence, directing her to sit down. Which she did, with a self-conscious giggle, her hand still clutching his cock like a leash. But before she could do anything else, Luke squeezed her breasts in both hands.

It was like nothing she'd ever felt. The warm, bruising sensation danced through her nerves, tingling all the way down to the base of her spine. She let out a sigh as the blood rushed to her face and she let go of him to steady herself.

God, he was good at that. Certainly not unfamiliar with women's bodies as she'd guessed. Whether he'd done this before or not, he knew how to make her melt at his touch.

Luke glanced back over his shoulder at Evan. "If you liked that, then this might really blow your mind."

He leaned down abruptly and kissed the ample curve of her breast. His tongue trailed down to her nipple and circled the taut flesh, teasing it to a peak. Then he sucked, and his eyes danced as they shifted from her and back to Evan.

Jasmine shivered with delight as he switched to her other nipple, manipulating it with his tongue and grazing his teeth against it. Her hand closed on his cock again, and she stroked him with smooth drawing pulls. Then it was Luke's turn to sigh.

She glanced up to find the blond man watching with all the predatory grace of a cat. For that moment, they were performing for Evan. Or at least Luke was. She had no doubt that part of his drive was the chance to show off for his lover. Not that she minded. The attention was like a drug all its own.

After a long silence, Evan chuckled. "It's not my
mind
that's likely to explode."

Luke raised his head. "Well then stop watching and join in already."

"Oh, I will. Don't doubt that."

Evan unknotted his tie and patted Luke's shoulder as he stepped past them to stand over the open luggage at the foot of the bed. With meticulous care, he removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt, folding them both and setting them next to the suitcase.

Jasmine watched him for a moment: his well-defined cheekbones, his hard chest under his dress shirt, and his cryptic smile. He was taller and leaner than Luke, but his body was sculpted like some idealized representation of maleness. Both of them were, just in different ways.

Luke smoothed his hands down her sides, over the rounded curves of her hips, and he hooked his thumbs in her panties. He gave a little tug and Jasmine's eyes flicked back to his. There was a question deep in those eyes. As if to answer it, she sat up, lifting her ass and allowing him to slide her panties all the way off.

The palm of his hand pressed to her abdomen, then traced down to her mound. She gasped as his fingers slid down to her clit and a sly grin spread across his lips. With increasing pressure, he rubbed in circular motions over her swollen nub. Her body vibrated with arousal. The damp heat in her loins was demanding, aching for more. And from the look in his eyes he knew it. Yet she remained silent as she clenched his hip, bracing herself as her other hand worked the length of his cock.