The Contract: A BBW Rockstar Romance (3 page)

She closed the door firmly behind her, and turned to see him leaning on the doorframe.
 

“I’m sorry, they follow me everywhere, I should have warned you.”
 

“It’s ok, I should have guessed. Let me make a call,”she said, crossing to pick up the kitchen extension.
 

Luke laughed, “I haven’t seen one of those in years.”

“What this?” She said, indicating the extension. “The phone system was here when I got here, and it’s been convenient to have work calls forwarded here when I’m not around.”

“It just adds to the charm of the place,” he grinned and she couldn’t decide if he was serious or picking on her.
 

Picking up the phone, she pushed a few numbers and waited while it rang. Hearing only her side of the conversation, he couldn’t quite figure out what she was up to. It sounded like she was talking to a relative, brother, uncle someone, a guy definitely. Something about a dragon boat? And a Hummer?

“There,” she said as she hung up, “all set, wanna come watch?”

“Watch what?”

“Just come on, hurry, you’ll miss it!”

As they approached the window, they could hear sirens in the distance, and slowly a police Humvee came into view, followed closely by a snow plow. The plow was shooting fire.
 

The camera crews scrambled out of the way, loading up their equipment and hustling to get their trucks out of the way of the heavy equipment.
 

“What the fuck?”
 

“My brother is the chief of police, and his best friend runs the town highway garage. The dragon boat plow there, is something the boys use in the worst of the winter to thaw portions of the roads. The Hummer is for flooding, when they have to go in to do rescues. I just suggested tonight would be a good night for a practice run.”
 

“I can honestly say that of all the ways I’ve used to duck these guys, I’ve never thought to shoot flames at them.”

“Pity, look how well it’s working.” The crews were stacked up in their own traffic jam, trying to stay clear of the town’s little welcoming parade.

“I’ll call them tomorrow,” Luke said, “make a deal, give them some photo ops, record an interview. They suck but I need ‘em, gotta be in the press, ya know?”

Lilly didn’t know, or really much care about the press, or photo ops, or whether they had to make a deal. She was looking at his face and wondering if they would have stopped kissing if the doorbell hadn’t rung? Would they have continued? How far would it have gone? Her relief at not having had to make any decisions about whether to sleep with him, didn’t feel nearly as good as she would have thought.

“Hey,” he turned to her “penny for your thoughts.”

She smiled, “thanks, I think I’ll head up to bed now, it’s been a long crazy day.”

“Ok,” he said, “but just one thing.”

“What?”

“This,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her, and tipped her head back, and hungrily pressed his lips to hers. His tongue was dancing with hers, forward and back, twisting around, deep in her mouth, then withdrawing, so that she would search for it. The kiss left her breathless and feeling more alive than she had in years. When he let her go, she felt deflated, bereft, alone.
 

“We’re not done here, just so you know,” he said, and strode out of the room.

Up in her room, Lilly undressed and got ready for bed. She opened the window to let the cool summer air in, and she stood for a moment looking out into her yard. There was her pool, basking in the reflected glow of the moon, and beyond it, the yard and hedges separating her from the neighbors. She relived the moments downstairs, being in his arms, kissing him, holding him. The dragon tattoo moving under her fingers. Even though she had felt like she should stop, she hadn’t wanted to. And she had certainly wanted to continue after he kissed her and wandered off to his own room.
 

As she gazed out the window, she thought she glimpsed a figure on the lawn. Her first thought was reporters, but then she realized it was a single individual, naked in the moonlight. As he turned and dove silently into the water, she saw the dragon tattoo and knew for sure it was him. She watched as he surfaced at the other end of the pool. She had often thought of filling it in, the pool was oversized and ate money like it was growing on the trees in the backyard. She was glad now she hadn’t, as she watched him slice through the water, turn and surface going in the other direction. She ached to feel his touch again.
 

Luke swam lap after lap, letting the cold water slide over his skin and erase the feel of her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he was exhausted, he was too amped up from having her in his arms, kissing her, holding her. Shit, he had to think of something else, anything else. Swimming was good, he needed to think about breathing. He had been a swimmer in high school and he sluiced through the water on auto pilot, stroke, breathe, stroke, breathe, until his muscles burned, and he was completely exhausted. He climbed out of the pool and sat on the lawn, drying himself and thinking of her once again. Her memory was a persistent bitch, she would not go away. He knew he would have another chance at her, the question was would he take it? She wasn’t just some girl, she was a woman with a life and a career, and a home, and…there was something more, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Promise? Was that it? Yeah, that was it. She held promise. He could glimpse a future with her, and he had no time for that. His life, other than this crazy interlude, was planned down to the minute by Harry. He was going on tour and wouldn’t be in the same city for more than two or three nights in a row.
 

The lights and sounds of the distant boardwalk had quieted in the distance. It was getting late, and the evening was taking on that muffled midnight sound. He turned when he heard the whispered quiet of her footsteps, and she sat beside him soundlessly. Together they looked at the moon and the silence wrapped around them.
 

“So,” they both said at the same time.
 

“Yes,” she laughed quietly.
 

“This is awkward.”

“It is, kinda, but I like having you here.”

“I like being here. It’s quiet, I can think.” About you, he didn’t say.

“I’m glad you used the pool, I don’t always have time, and I hate to see it go to waste.”

“It’s a great pool, so big.”

“Yeah when they used this place as a resort they wanted to have a larger pool for…”

He kissed her, interrupting her mid thought. He brought her closer and kissed her again, his lips gentle against hers, his tongue insistent. He ran his hand down her spine and felt her shiver. Pulling her closer he looked into her eyes and ran his thumb down the side of her jaw. Gently he pressed her back onto the lawn, and slid his hands up under her nightshirt. He lay next to her, propped on one elbow and traced his finger tips along her breasts.
 

Her breath hitched and she could feel the warmth gathering in her pussy. She reached for him, naked under the towel and he arched his back away from her leaving his cock out of reach. She could see it bobbing under the towel and she moaned a little at losing her chance to touch it.

“Slow sweetie, I want to enjoy this. Enjoy you. Let’s take our time.”

She moaned again, in reply, his attention to her breasts drawing all of her concentration.
 

He lifted up her nightshirt and leaned down to kiss her nipples.
 
She shifted, trying to hide her belly, but he would have none of it.

“You’re beautiful.”

“But…”

“Shhhhh,” he placed his finger on her lips, “you’re beautiful, hold still while I show you.”

With his tongue he circled her areola and watched as her nipple puckered. He blew on the dampened skin and she arched her back toward him, hoping for more. Leaning over her he gave the other nipple a lick, then again he blew gently on her wet skin. Touch me, she screamed silently in her head, touch me. He didn’t though, he kept up the tease, drawing his tongue around her breasts but not moving toward the sensitive center. She began to squirm under his gaze and he grinned, flashing impossibly white teeth. He rolled over her and slid down at the same time, shifting from side to side until his face was level with her pussy. His hands were on her breasts rolling her nipples between his fingers. She could feel his warm breath on the tops of her thighs, and he licked her there, more teasing.
 

“Open up.”

“What?”

“Your clit, show me, open your pussy for me, baby.”

Reaching down she spread her pussy open for him and he breathed deeply.
 

“I can smell it, you smell so sweet.”

Leaning down he placed his mouth on her clit, then slid his tongue to the side and licked along the slope of her pussy lips. She had never been a fan of having someone down there eating her, but this was definitely a level way above anyone she had ever had before. She willed herself not to think about the many hours he must have spent doing this, to be so good at it. His lips were firmly fit to her clit and his tongue was doing…she didn’t even know, this THING. Wow! She was vibrating, and sighing, and he pinched her nipples harder. She rocked her pelvis toward him and began to moan as she pressed herself against his mouth. She could hear the sounds of his licking, and she knew she was flooded with her own juices, she sounded so wet. And the sound was helping her to climb toward that orgasm. She had never cum this way, not once, and he was going to do it to her on his first try. Damn! As she began to see stars she arched toward him again, and the roaring in her ears drowned out everything, him the sky, the stars, the cool night air, and all she could feel was the coming explosion. As she crested into the orgasm, it shattered around her and she could see stars and feel the sparks dancing along her nerve endings.
 

He leaned up again, and inched his way back up her body until he was level with her face. He took it in both hands and gently nibbled at her lower lip, then licked all around her mouth. He tasted faintly tangy, of her, and where she would have minded with anyone else, this time she didn’t care. She kissed him back, gently at first, then hungrily, wrapping her arms around him, drawn to him in ways she didn’t understand and didn’t want to think about. The lawyer in her had been firmly shushed for the night, and she was going to spend her time feeling, and enjoying and kissing this absolutely delicious man.
 

Luke leaned against her and she could feel her pussy clench as the tip of his cock pressed against her. Her lips parted for him as though he belonged there, and he rested himself on her.
 

“Condom,” she squeaked.

“I know,” he whispered. “Inside. Let’s go.”

She didn’t want to move, but knew she had to. They weren’t really in full view of the neighbors, or, she hoped, anyone. Chelle was out for the night (how convenient, the little matchmaker) but she thought some privacy was in order.
 

Standing she reached for his hand and together, they walked toward the house.

It was weird for her to be in the guest quarters of her own house. She hadn’t spent much time down there, and so it was like being in a strange place. She figured maybe that was better. After all when he left, because obviously he would leave, she thought somehow that not having this memory in her bedroom would be easier. She knew that was a lie, it wasn’t so, he was going to be impossible to forget. Hell, he had already been impossible to forget and all he had done was brush against her hand when they signed the contract. But sleeping with him wouldn’t change things, either way.
 

He went to the dresser and opened the top drawer, he had unpacked earlier and had left these where he would be able to find them. Wishful thinking he had thought at the time, and he grinned to himself that they had come in handy so quickly.
 

He turned to find her resting, looking slightly uneasy, on top of the comforter. Damn, she was nervous. It was ok though, he hadn’t been able to forget her, he had busted his ass to get here, while trying to make it look like the last place on earth he wanted to be. He wanted to make this good, for her, for them both.
 

He walked to the bed and sat down with her, stroking her back, her arms, her legs. Gentling her, willing her to relax. She sighed and stretched, pointing her toes and reaching her arms above her head. God, he wanted to dive right on top of her when she did that. Easy, easy, he thought to himself, don’t startle her.
 

She turned to him and he held her, stroking her back, her hair, waiting for her to relax into him. He tugged at her nightshirt and she shifted, allowing him to pull it free. She rolled close to him and his cock tapped at her belly, leaving a bit of sticky pre-cum in a shiny trail. Reaching down she stroked him, gently caressing his balls, then running the pads of her fingers across the skin of his sack. He took a shuddering breath, and steadied himself. He wanted to plunge right in, take her deep, but he was afraid of startling her, making her take flight.

He reached down for her pussy, and began to stroke it gently. She clenched against him and pressed her cunt toward his hand. Finding her wet and slick he slid one finger inside her and placed his thumb on her clit. Gently rubbing with the pad of his thumb, he began to thrust his fingers in and out, first one, then two, then several. He slid his other hand up to massage her nipples, first one, then the other. He could feel her responding, her back tensing, her pussy swelling. When he slid his finger inside her he could feel her pulling at it, drawing it in. He imagined that was his cock, it would be soon enough. He hoped he could hold off for a bit, make it good for her.

She lay on her back as he stroked her labia, running his finger up and down her soaking wet lips. Her pussy was swollen and tender, sensitive to the touch and his ministrations made her shiver. He ran his finger slowly up toward her clit, then stopped short, and ran it slowly back down. He teased at her opening, but wouldn’t take her, and ran his finger up again, back toward her clit.