Hunting for Curves (BBW Erotic Romance) Read online

  Her head swam as if she was in a dream but the anxiety was no longer present. She trusted them now. And even more, since she considered them close friends. If not my boyfriends, she thought with a smile.

  The blouse fell to the ground, followed by her bra. With each step she shed another piece of clothing, like a bread trail of fabric behind her. Then as she reached the edge of the giant bed, she hooked her thumbs in her panties. Evan's tongue passed subtly over his bottom lip and Luke's mouth gaped slightly, a look of hunger in his eyes.

  She bent over, dropping the thin fabric. As she straightened, she braced a hand on her hip and winked at the waiting men.

  "How do you want me?"

  Evan's hand caught hers; he kissed her knuckles, her wrist, then her arm. He drew her closer and she sank to her knees on the bed. Then he placed her hand in Luke's.

  "I would like to watch the two of you first."

  Jasmine blinked. "You want to watch? Oh. I thought—Why?"

  "Because you are beautiful." Evan kissed her cheek. "Like living art, I want to admire you both."

  Beautiful. She shook her head. "I'll never get used to being called that."

  "You'll have to." Luke moved closer, the circle of his strong arms wrapping around her. "As long as I'm around, I insist."

  She sighed, melting into Luke's embrace. The firmness of his chest pressed against her soft curves and she touched her fingertips to his jawline. She inhaled him, savoring his masculine scent, his heat, his hard body.

  Desire hummed in her veins. She'd wanted him before, but she'd been so concerned about boundaries and whether she might make a misstep. Then of course, she had gone too far.

  But that was behind them, and they all had a chance to start over. Somehow, that fact was freeing. She raised her face and touched her lips to Luke's chin. She hadn't been able to muster the nerve before now… God, she wanted to kiss him.

  Luke held her with one arm around her waist while his other hand traced the curve of her spine, and then up to the nape of her neck. Their lips brushed together. Jasmine sighed; her mouth parted. Sparks leapt in her chest. Luke's mouth sealed over hers, hungry and passionate, but also tender and sweet.

  Luke's kiss was like the sunset they'd shared down at the pier: fresh, vibrant, multi-layered. It was the kind of kiss she could drown in.

  Their tongues explored, mouths meshing. Luke tugged her lower lip gently between his teeth; his fingers intertwined in her hair. Her fingers ran over his thighs, massaging, flexing. With her thumb, she stroked along the length of his hard cock, smiling into his kiss when it lurched.

  Finally, it was Luke who took a long breath and broke away. He turned to Evan, who watched with a calculating look in his eyes.

  "Show's over." Luke clapped his hand on Evan's leg, then began to inch up his thigh. "You need to join us now."

  Evan raised an eyebrow, looking down at Luke's fingers, which had paused just short of his cock. Jasmine guessed that Evan wasn't used to being teased by, or taking orders from Luke.

  "Luca—" Evan started, but he cut himself short. He sighed. "You never told me that you hated being called 'Lucas'."

  "It's fine." Luke said, his fingers stretching a tiny bit closer. "It just took some getting used to. At first, it made me feel like a little kid who'd gotten into big trouble."

  "I'll stop if you want me to."

  "No, don't." Luke grinned and his hand settled around Evan's cock. His fingers circled, stroking, caressing. He leaned in and he kissed Evan's lips.

  "Or," Evan said with a devilish edge to his voice, "would you like me to pretend you're in big trouble?"

  Luke made a strangled sound.

  A giggle squeaked out of Jasmine's throat. Then a full-throated laugh. She hiccupped. "I would pay to see that."

  By the time she recovered, the men's faces were pressed close together in a long kiss, Luke's hand working Evan's cock. Evan had one arm around Luke, but his other hand reached out for her. She moved closer and he stroked the curve of her breast.

  The two men pulled back from their kiss and shared a pointed look. Then they both turned to her.

  Evan shifted his position, so he was sitting next to her. His fingers closed on her nipple, toying with it, pinching it to a peak. An electric shiver rushed through her nerves and she sighed, leaning against his hard body.

  Luke squeezed her thighs. "Lie down on your back."

  Jasmine opened her mouth, about to ask… something. But whatever it was, she forgot as Evan's lips closed over hers. His kiss was demanding and forceful, stealing her breath with a whirlwind of desire. With both of his hands kneading her breasts, he pushed her back onto the bed.

  She was dimly aware of Luke's fingers stroking her thighs, hooking under her knees, raising them up. Warmth radiated through her: from her wet, needy loins to her full, aching breasts. It had been so hot to watch the two of them together, like being a part of something forbidden. But now, with both of their attention on her, this was different. Heavenly. Decadent.

  Evan's teeth grazed her lip, not softly as Luke had, but not entirely painful. Somewhere in between, with an edge that was deliciously sharp. He was rough, where Luke had been gentle: deep midnight to Luke's dreamy sunset.

  She knew she shouldn't compare them, but it was impossible not to. And yet, the only conclusion she could come to, as the wave of exhilaration swept through her, was that they were both perfect in their own ways.

  They saw something in her too, even though she'd had no reason to believe that before. She'd seen it reflected on both of their faces. Not pity. Genuine acceptance.

  Then Luke's hands held her thighs apart and his face slid between them. His tongue touched her swollen lips, delicate, questioning. The muscles in her lower back tightened and her body went taut, every nerve begging for him to continue. Oh, God, please, she thought, moaning against Evan's mouth.

  The tip of Luke's tongue teased at her opening; her breath caught in her throat. She turned her face, breaking away from Evan and pressing into the luxurious covers.

  "You're really wet," Luke murmured. His tongue flicked at her playfully, as if to emphasize that fact.

  "Uh huh," she whined, closing her eyes.

  This wasn't the time to explain that it had been ages since anyone had gone down on her. That she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a man's face between her thighs. Of course she was wet, soaking with anticipation, aching for him to go further.

  Luke's tongue lapped at her tender flesh again, painting with broad strokes, circling and then parting her folds.

  "Oh," Jasmine sighed as her legs twitched.

  Her hand brushed Evan's smooth length and she grasped him. He growled softly in response, nuzzling her neck. She sighed, savoring the light rasp of his stubble, his hot, labored breath against her skin.

  With a smooth motion, she worked Evan's cock. Roused by her attentions, he braced himself and leaned over her, kissing her breast, then nibbling, then pulling at her taut flesh with his teeth. The two of them were almost too much. If she'd thought the first time was amazing, well, that couldn't hold a candle to this. She never imagined what it would be like to have them both devour her.

  Then Luke's mouth closed over her clit, and he gave a hard suck. She squeaked, her eyes going wide. But before her fevered mind could put any words together, he slid his fingers inside her. Evan raised his head from her chest and latched onto her mouth with urgency. His hand clasped her breast, squeezing, bruising. Captured, she squirmed as his tongue invaded her, his fingers grasping her soft flesh.

  Luke flitted across her clit while he applied suction, and Evan's kiss only deepened. Her back strained as her shoulders and hips pushed against the bed. With Luke's fingers flexing inside her, messaging against just the right spot, and his mouth working its magic, her nerves lit up with surging pleasure.

  "My God," she cried out as the wave of orgasm crashed through her. She gasped, breaking Evan's hold on her, gripping Luke's hair in her fist. "Oh. Fuck me."


  Luke raised his head and braced on her thighs. "Is that an order?" He grinned.

  "I—wasn't—" She glanced at Evan, breathless, then back at Luke. "Yes, I think so," she finished, cheeks radiating from afterglow and embarrassment.

  Evan's eyes gleamed as he looked at Luke. "Then we have no choice but to oblige."

  She gave Evan's cock a brief squeeze before he rose from the bed. "That's right, no choice," she murmured. But of course, she still had a choice to make. Which one of them?

  That might be like navigating a minefield. Truthfully, she wanted both of them, but she didn't want to ignite any more hurt feelings between them. Plus her body felt so pleasant and tingly, like she was floating on the luxurious bed. Let them sort it out, she thought.

  Luke lay down next to her, curling her into his arms. They watched together as Evan reached into a small travel bag on the nightstand. After a moment, he turned back and lifted his hand, holding two condoms.

  She giggled. "Are you each going to take turns?"

  "No."

  Luke gasped and glanced up at Evan, who returned a sly grin.

  "What?" She gave them a blank stare.

  "I think I know what he means," Luke whispered into her ear. "There is a way we can have you at the same time." Then his fingers slipped down her backside and gently caressed over the tight ring of her ass.

  "Oh!" She jerked and sat up. "I don't—I've never—does it hurt?"

  "Not if you do it right." Luke leaned in and kissed her lips. "I will be gentle. Trust me, it'll feel good."

  Jasmine swallowed. The idea was intriguing for its sheer naughtiness. It was outside her comfort zone, but so was everything else she'd done with the two men. In retrospect, she was glad that hadn't stopped her before. And it didn't have to stop her now either. With her pulse fluttering, she gave him a nod.

  Evan handed Luke a condom and a small bottle of lube. Then he climbed onto the bed and lay down. While on his back, he rolled the rubber over his cock and scooted closer to her. With strong hands, he pulled her onto his lap, so her legs straddled on either side of him.

  A small tremble shook her shoulders. Just as she'd begun to get over her anxieties, they turned up the stakes. She had imagined them taking her while on her side, like a double spoon. But then she wasn't sure how feasible that would be. On her knees, she was vulnerable, bent over and open, blind to what Luke might do behind her.

  Evan gazed up at her and traced a finger down the side of her face. "We'll take it slow." With a fingertip crooked under her chin, he guided her head down until their lips met. For a moment, she was lost in the kiss: the smell of his skin, the heat of his chest, his raw sensuality. I trust them both, she thought. I can do this.

  She heard the lube squirt, then Luke's cool fingers touched her tender rear entrance. A gasp sucked through her teeth and she tensed.

  "Relax," Evan urged and brushed his hand through her hair.

  Luke's slick fingers tickled around her reluctant hole before he applied a little pressure. One digit slipped in and she took a deep breath. His prodding was foreign, like nothing she'd ever experienced. But it was only uncomfortable at first. As he glided his finger in and out of her, the sensation warmed to alluring pleasure.

  He slowly slid another finger in and she gritted her teeth as he gently stretched her.

  "See. It's not so bad when it's slow." Evan shifted under her, his hand rubbing her mound as he maneuvered his cock to her pussy.

  No, it wasn't bad at all. Actually, it felt great, though that wasn't the easiest thing to admit. Between that and the embarrassment of having Luke's fingers probing her ass, she couldn't quite reconcile what she was feeling.

  So the promise of having Evan inside her was tantalizing. At least in that case, she knew what she wanted. Undulating her hips, she pressed against his erection and his thick head glided inside her.

  Evan braced his legs, pushing deeper, and she responded by sinking onto him, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. At the same time, Luke's fingers invaded her, massaging the thin membrane separating him from Evan's pumping cock.

  "Ready?" Luke whispered as he ran his other hand over her ass cheeks.

  Jasmine drew a nervous breath. If she was going to try this with anyone, then Luke was a good choice. After all, he knew how it felt from firsthand experience. He'd even let her join in, exposing his own vulnerability when she barely knew him.

  Under other circumstances, she might never be ready. But with Luke—with both of them—she thought maybe she was. She bit her lip, nodding.

  "Good girl." Evan stroked along the curve of her spine. "You tell us if this is too much."

  She closed her eyes. "Okay." Though she doubted she'd need to.

  Evan kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm over her back. She leaned against his firm body, savoring his strength. There was confidence in his voice; she wanted to immerse herself in it.

  As Luke leaned over her back, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her tight pucker. With gentle pressure, he gradually slipped the head inside. She sucked in a quick breath of air. He paused, leaning down to lay tender kisses on her shoulder.

  "You're doing great," he whispered.

  Evan worked his hips in time with Luke's slow invasion, each stroke easing him into her. She gasped at the sense of violation, of being stretched in ways her body had never considered.

  She whimpered and blinked. The intensity teetered on unbearable. But when Evan looked back with a question in his clear blue eyes, she gave a slight smile. She didn't want them to stop.

  The sensation was exquisite and it was overwhelming. She felt each of them pumping, their slow thrusts in time with each other, piercing her, rubbing in opposite directions against each other. Luke filled her, then Evan, then back to Luke. All of her nerves trembled—even the ones she'd never realized existed. It was a sense of absolute fullness, of being completely possessed by the two men, and it was glorious.

  She pressed back against Luke and then down on Evan, circling her hips, writhing between them. The two cocks throbbed inside her with a slow, sensual rhythm, intertwining the three of them in a passionate embrace.

  Luke quickened his pace, hands clenching her buttocks. "God, you are amazing," he breathed. "I can feel both of you."

  Sweat beaded on Evan's brow; his hands squeezed her shoulders. His mouth opened and he groaned in what might have been agreement, but she couldn't tell.

  Jasmine's breath caught in her throat, then escaped in a moan. Evan bucked beneath her and Luke thrust into her ass. They were twin forces, claiming her in unison, making her whole body quiver with inescapable lust.

  She should have been satisfied by the earlier climax wrought by Luke's tongue. And under other circumstances, she would have been. Despite spending years with a man, Luke was skilled at pleasing a woman. But with the two men buried inside her, her nerves reawakened, sending bright electric vibrations all through her core.

  She couldn't remember ever resonating like this, thrumming with each shock of pure need. Every throb, every inch of them, made her body pulse with taut newness.

  Jasmine knew that the men felt it too. Evan's chest heaved and his face strained with each reflexive clench of her pussy. Luke's breath was ragged behind her as he thrust into her squeezing ring.

  With one long shudder, it was all too much, and the peak of her arousal crashed down on her. "Ah, God!" she screamed. Her body spasmed, gripping the men, and she cried out again and again with raw wordless sounds as the men continued their unrelenting thrusts.

  She was barely aware of Evan's knotted face: his hands gripping her tighter, his cock lurching inside her. And Luke groaned, pounding into her from behind, pulsing, throbbing. They both strained into her, their orgasms rising to meet hers in a tangle of sweat and shattering bliss.

  An eternity passed in those seconds, and Jasmine sighed when the men finally withdrew. They'd felt so complete together that their absence left her with a brief feeling of longing. But as she crawled
into bed and gazed up at Luke's grin, it was replaced with a satisfied sense of shared exhaustion.

  Evan stroked her shoulder and cleared his throat. "That was…"

  "Incredible," Luke finished. A tired grin pulled his lips as he took care of the condoms and flopped down next to her.

  "Oh yes," she agreed, pulling the covers up.

  Then the men sandwiched her again, their strong arms crossing over her from opposite directions. Luke's face nestled against her neck and Evan pressed his cheek to hers. And as their breathing settled, it was the desire for sleep that drove them together.

  ***

  Jasmine's eyes fluttered open and she tensed. Strong arms held her and warm chests pressed to her back and breasts, pinning her in place. Then she remembered where she was.

  With a smile, she carefully freed herself from Luke and Evan's embrace. Their breathing remained even as she scooted to the edge of the bed and got to her feet. In the dark, she fumbled for her panties and bra before slipping them on. Getting dressed wasn't necessary, of course. But old habits weren't easy to break.

  Since meeting the two men, her life had taken a new turn into uncharted territory. She'd never viewed herself as adventurous or unconventional… and certainly not kinky. But now she had to admit that "conventional" wasn't working so well.

  Plus, she liked this new side of herself. She'd never found men easy to talk to, especially not the ones she was attracted to. And the ones who were interested in her… Well, they always seemed to amplify her worst fears, not make anything easier.

  No, at this point, there was no going back. And the best part was that she didn't want to.

  After a quick visit to the bathroom, she quietly padded into the main room and retrieved her phone from her purse. It was still a few hours before morning, but she knew what she needed to do.

  "It's all right if you want to leave."

  She jumped and a squeak escaped from her lips.

  Evan stood, naked, in the hall. A sad smile pulled on his lips as he cocked his head slightly.

  "But I don't mind if you wake me to at least say 'goodbye'."