Dancing in the Dark (Curves for the Rock Star 4 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“Whores have
brains too.”

“Of course. Now
show me what you really are.” He rubbed at his cock through the
fabric of his underwear. “Are you a good girl or a bad girl,
Amy?”

I bit my lip
and giggled. “A little bit of both.”

“Slip your
fingers into your panties. I want to know how wet you are.”

I felt another
surge of warm juice between my legs and my hand slid down into my
drenched underwear. I immediately found my most sensitive spot and
gasped at how ferociously it tingled. I could barely touch myself
for fear of coming so soon.

“Your panties
are glistening with wetness, Amy. How wet are you…”

He slowly
walked up to my right side and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“…Good
girl?”

I let out an
involuntary sigh. “Ask me properly and I’ll tell you.”

“How wet are
you…bad girl?”

I closed my
eyes and smiled. “That’s more like it. I’m soaking…soaking wet.” I
could hear the sound of him masturbating but kept my eyes
closed.

“Dripping?”

“Yes,” I
gasped. “I’m dripping with wetness.”

“What do you
want, Amy?”

Two of my
hooked fingers had found their way inside me now and I was stroking
furiously at the rough patch of flesh within my walls while
pressing my palm against my clit. “I want your cock!”

Rick reached
behind me and expertly unclasped my bra with one hand, allowing it
to fall away and free my aching breasts. “What do you need?”

“I need…”

I was no longer
thinking straight, about to explode with ecstasy while words fell
out of my mouth that I never would have said with any other man
before I met Rick. But each word, as involuntary as they were, came
naturally. Maybe it was my deepest fantasies, my most hidden
desires talking. Thanks to Rick, they weren’t hidden anymore and
never would be again. Each word was true. Each word was real.

“Say it,
Amy.”

“I need to…I
need to be fucked! I need to be fucked hard…”

“That’s my
girl,” Rick whispered. With a sudden, unexpected movement he ripped
off my panties in a single motion, tossing them across the room as
I cried out at the sheer shock. An orgasm tore through me, raining
warm juice on my hand which Rick snatched away before taking me in
his arms and laying me down on the bed as my body convulsed in
pleasure. My eyes were screwed shut, my stomach in knots as he
effortlessly slipped inside me. “Fuck!” I cried.

I moaned out at
his penetration, inch after rock-hard inch driving into me and
catching my breath as I continued to orgasm. I could barely see
clearly, yet I felt his powerful body on top of me, my hard and
sensitive peaks crushed against his delicious pectoral muscles.

“I love you,
Amy,” he smiled as my eyelids fluttered open.

“I love you
too,” I grinned back. “Now fuck me hard!”

He flashed me a
wicked grin before driving deep inside me, each hard thrust causing
me to moan louder than the last. Our bodies moved in unison, his
ripped torso against my soft, curvy skin. He revelled in my
generous breasts, teasing me with soft strokes down their sides
which sent tiny bolts of electricity through me, before taking them
in his hands and softly squeezing, bringing my erect nipples to his
soft, full lips. I gasped at the alternating pleasure of kisses
against their tips, his tongue circling them and his teeth gently
nibbling at them.

Divine.
Simply fucking divine.

He looked me
straight in the eyes. “I love you so much I could cry, Amy.”

Before he had
chance to say another word, tears of overwhelming happiness began
streaming down my face. “And I already am.”

Within seconds
he was pulsating inside me as a second, violent orgasm tore through
me. We held each other as if we would never see each other again,
my body wrapped tightly around his as my head span and my insides
clenched with utter delight. Maybe everything was going to be all
right, after all. Maybe I had been worrying too much about nothing.
And maybe, for all his nonchalance, Rick was right all along and
Louisa was just a hollow threat.

In that moment,
with Rick’s love flowing inside me and mixing with my own sweet
nectar, I didn’t care. This was my life now. This was my future.
This was my man.

Nobody was
going to take that away from me.

“A parcel? For
me? Okay, I’ll be down in the next ten minutes.”

Reception had
called to let me know that Rick’s PA had sent some items over to
us. I didn’t have a clue what they were but they would have to
wait. Breakfast in bed was just too damn good.

“This toast is
off the charts,” Rick mumbled.

“Don’t talk
with your mouth full. Didn’t your mother ever teach you
manners?”

“Didn’t stop
you in the middle of the night.”

I slapped his
arm playfully, recalling our second lovemaking session at around
3am. “I wasn’t talking, I was…um…”

“Moaning
uncontrollably at my length and girth, unable to comprehend the
sheer size of the god-like penis that was filling your delicate
little mouth.”

“I was…enjoying
the moment,” I chuckled.

Rick held his
toast up to the air, inspecting it. “How do you think they make it
this good, Amy? Is it the quality of the bread, the consistency of
the butter? Could it be the toaster they use?”

I rolled my
eyes. “No idea, Rick. I don’t lie awake at night thinking about
these things.”

“No, you lie
awake at night sucking my cock.”

“Knock it off,
potty mouth.”

“Maybe it’s a
combination of the three? A perfect union of three disparate
elements all coming together to create the perfect piece of
toast.”

“Yeah, that’ll
be it,” I sighed, swinging out of bed to get dressed. “You’ve hit
on the formula. Quick, Rick, patent it. Steve Jobs would be so
proud.”

“You know,”
Rick smiled as he munched on his toast, “you truly are my
intellectual equal.”

“That’s
worrying,” I giggled. “Your bandmates used to tell me you were
thick as pigshit.”

“Hardy-har-har.
No, your withering put-downs are almost poetic, certainly lyrical
in their delivery. You should write some songs, babe.”

I leaned in to
kiss him. “I’ll leave that to you. If there’s one thing you’re
exceptional at, it’s music.”

He slipped a
hand onto my ass and squeezed. “Just one thing?”

“Okay, maybe
two things. Definitely two things.”

“Play your
cards right, sweet thang, and you’ll get more of my burning rod of
love later.”

“Groovy,” I
replied, poking my head around the door. “I can barely contain
myself. But right now, I’ve got a parcel to pick up.”

“There’s a
parcel right here for you,” he snorted.

I shook my
head. “Enough of the sex jokes, Rick. It’s like living in an
episode of ‘Californication’.”

“Fuck me, this
toast is good,” his disembodied voice said as I wandered down the
hallway. “Call room service for some more, then,” I shouted.

Last night had
been amazing. It confirmed everything I already thought about Rick;
he was talented and funny, creative and sharp. He had a personality
that bordered on arrogance – at least to some people – and I knew
his filthy sense of humour was never going to appeal to everyone.
But that didn’t matter. It appealed to me.

Last night had
also reminded me of the side of him most people never got to see –
the caring side, the gentle touches and soft kisses that said more
than most people could in a thousand words. Sometimes he didn’t
have to do anything more than throw me a simple glance, a look in
his eyes and a hint of a smile that told me all I needed to
know.

I’ve got your
back, Amy. Don’t worry about a thing.

I had
daydreamed my way down to the hotel’s reception desk. “Parcel for
Amy Reid?”

“You must have
an admirer,” the pretty brunette behind the desk smiled. “I wish I
got packages like this sent to me once in a while.” She pulled out
a huge, gift-wrapped box, covered in shiny wrapping paper and an
enormous red bow.

“What the hell
is this?” I laughed. I picked it up, surprised at how light it was.
I shook it, hoping for a hint as to what was inside. Not a sound.
Nothing. I felt a chill make its way from the base of my spine to
the back of my neck.

Louisa.

I tore the
parcel open, leaving a mass of paper and ribbon all over the marble
floor of the lobby.

“Miss! Um…could
you do that in your room, please?”

A single note
lay at the bottom of the box.

NOTHING FOR YOU
HERE, AMY.

HOW WAS ROOM
SERVICE?

“Shit.” I
turned to the receptionist. “Call security to the penthouse. She’s
here…”

“Who,
miss?”

“The woman
who’s been threatening us! The woman you were supposed to not let
into the building!” I shook the note in front of her as the hotel
manager came rushing to see what the commotion was. “Louisa Harper
is here! She’s here and she wants to kill us!”

Within seconds
I was running up the stairs with a security guard and the manager
behind us. “Call the police!” he shouted back to the receptionist.
“Get them here now!”

I looked back
to see the security guard puffing and panting his way up the
winding steps. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Roger, Miss,”
he gasped. “Roger…Reynolds…whew…”

“Roger, I’m
begging you. You’ve got to hurry up. Please!”

“I’m doing my
best, Miss. I’m maybe not as fit as you are.”

I placed a hand
on his shoulder. “I’m no supermodel, Roger. But I can run.”

“You’re curvy,
Miss,” he smiled. “But I’m just plain fat. Come on, let’s go. I’ll
have a stroke later.”

I nervously
pulled out my key card as we finally reached the penthouse door. I
looked at them both and Roger placed a hand on his gun. “Slowly,
Miss,” he whispered. And stay to the side.”

Green LEDs lit
up the lock and I slowly pushed the door open. Right in front of us
was Rick, sat on a chair in nothing but his boxer shorts. My worst
fears were confirmed. A slim brunette stood behind him in a
cleaner’s outfit, holding a gun to his temple.

“Nice to see
you brought the cavalry, Amy,” she smirked.

My throat was
bone dry. “Are you Louisa?”

“Well, I’m not
your fairy godmother, am I?”

“Tell the fat
man to back off.”

“He has a
name,” I replied. “Roger.”

Louisa scowled
at me. “Well, Roger that, over-and-fricking-out. Do I look like a
give a shit about getting to know him?”

I looked at
Roger but he was having none of it. “I’m not putting this gun down
until you do, lady.”

She sighed.
“Then we’re in for a long afternoon.”

“Morning,” Rick
said. “It’s not noon yet, so technically it’s still morning.”

Louisa pressed
the gun further into his temple. “What is this, English 101? Have
any of you clowns noticed I happen to have a goddamn GUN pointed at
this bozo’s HEAD?”

I held up my
palms. “I’ve noticed, Louisa. And, trust me, I’m taking you deathly
seriously.”

“Well, good. At
least somebody is paying attention. How typical that it’s the only
other woman in the room.”

I edged
forward. “What do you want?”

“Back off, big
boobs. Take another step and I’ll turn your boyfriend into a
vegetable.”

“Better do as
she says. I don’t want to be a vegetable, Amy,” Rick interjected.
“I have the next album all planned out and everything.”

I stared at him
in disbelief. “Are you
kidding
me right now?”

Louisa grinned.
“Once a smartass, always a smartass. You want to know what I want,
Amy? I’ll tell you. I want my life back. My life. I want my child
and his father back where they belong – with me.”

“You think this
is the way to do it, Louisa? By trashing Rick’s house and
threatening us? By holding a gun to his head?”

“It’s the only
way I know how. Nobody listens to me. Nobody! I can’t get near Rick
because of his goddamn managers and PR assholes. I can’t get near
Luke because of those fucking pigs at social services. And…”

“Because you’re
crazy, Louisa!” Rick barked. “Look at what’s happening here. You
think we want to invite you out to dinner after all this?”

She pushed the
gun under Rick’s chin. “If I blow a hole through your mouth, will
that get you to shut up?”

My heart was
pounding. “Please, Louisa…stay with me. I’m taking you seriously,
okay? I’m listening. Tell me what you were going to say.” She
looked up at me, her face turning red with anger. I desperately
needed to get her to calm down.

“Before I was
so rudely interrupted, I was going to mention how that shitstain of
a doctor doesn’t give a damn, either…”

“Your doctor?
Your psychologist, right?”

She started to
breath at a normal pace again. “Yes, Dr Mace. He keeps feeding me
those fucking pills…I’m not crazy. I’m not! I love my son. I just
want him back…I’m not crazy…”

“I know,” I
said calmly. “I don’t think you’re crazy. But you’re not well,
Louisa. If you want anyone you love in your life again, you have to
get better and that starts by taking your medication.”

She smiled.
“You mean well, Amy. I quite like you. You seem nice.”

“Thanks.”

“But as much as
I quite like you, I fucking hate you, too. I hate you with a
passion because you’re with Rick. So there’s only one thing for
it.”

She raised the
gun and pointed it straight at me. I’d never looked down the barrel
of a gun before and, in that split-second, time seemed to stand
still. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t move. I just stared at it, waiting
for the worst.