Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) (10 page)

A beer in hand and a bowl of pretzels in the other, he walked out to one of his living rooms, turning on the big screen television to see if he might find some kind of game on to distract him. But what he really wanted was Adelaide.
Why couldn’t he just admit it? Why couldn’t he pursue her publicly?
It was
his
ranch, after all.
Why all this sneaking around, waiting and wondering when he’d see her again?

Dammit.

He was tired of waiting around. He went back into the kitchen after he’d finished his beer and put down the empty bowl. Then he left down through the back exit and out onto his large property.

The air was starting to get cooler as he walked around, hoping he’d run into Adelaide sooner rather than later.

I didn’t sleep well last night, a fact that I wasn’t particularly surprised about. My confrontation with Don was completely unexpected. I didn’t know what to say or who to talk to.

Once we were outside training, Jim commented that I seemed tired; that my mind was aloof and not focused on my work. He asked me what was wrong, but ultimately I said nothing, shielding him from the incident of last night.

I had no idea how Jim would respond if I told him what Don had done. I knew he was wary of Don and the type of sway he held over Lane. I guess I figured that Lane would trust Don’s word over either of ours. After all, we were just the trainers, Don had been his loyal ranch operations manager for years.

All of this made me a bit nervous.
Would Don make up some story, telling Lane how I’d made a move on him? Would he try to convince Lane that I needed to be fired?
I had to admit that was at least a possibility.

But really, it wasn’t so much my fear of being fired, but a desire not to hurt Lane that made me worry so much. Despite our short time together, I knew we shared something special. It hurt me to think that he might believe I’d betrayed him. But I knew it would also hurt for him to find out that his supposedly trusted partner had drunkenly walked into my cottage and tried to sleep with me.

Regardless of these concerns, I proceeded with my day, putting on a pleasant smile as I worked with Jim and the horses. But I did have to make a significant effort to hide my exhaustion. Truthfully, I just craved a nap. This job was so rigorous that sometimes it felt like a twenty-four hour obligation. I needed some rest.

Around six o’clock I asked Jim if maybe I could call it quits for the day.

“I’ve just got this massive headache. I don’t know why,” I said, running my hand over my forehead to exaggerate my affliction.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good,” he said. “Go back to your cottage and get some rest.”

I hugged Jim, an action that surprised me as much as it did him. I guess I just felt like I needed support right now. I was still feeling weird about what had happened last night. I needed a good, long sleep to sort things out and finally start feeling like myself again.

I walked away from Jim and Fast Lane, making my way through the pasture as the sun set behind me. The air was cool on my skin. I felt cold, just wanting to be wrapped up in my warm blanket, dozing as the setting sun fell through the panes of my bedroom window.

As I made my way around the mansion, finally rounding the corner of my little cottage, I was surprised to find Lane standing outside my front door.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” I said as I walked up to him.

“I couldn’t wait to see you,” said Lane.

“I didn’t even know you were back. Wait, how did you know I’d be coming back here right
now
?” I asked.

“I didn’t.”

“So you would have waited here all day for me. Until nine, ten o’clock?”

“However long it took. I didn’t know how else to reach you—discreetly, anyway.”

Those last words said it all. Lane and I were still sneaking around. There seemed to be something forbidden about our feelings for each other. And though it made our interactions a bit inconvenient, there was also a heightened sense of excitement. I reached out a hand to caress his arm, feeling his bulging bicep.

“Look, I’m feeling a bit tired. I’m gonna go inside and lie down. Care to join me?”

“I’m pretty tired, too. I didn’t sleep at all last night. But let’s go to my bedroom.”

“Oh,” I said in a fake whiny voice. “But my bed is sooo warm and cozy.”

“I guarantee mine is better. I think you’ll enjoy it quite a bit,” said Lane as he took me by the hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

As we walked across the property, I worried that someone might see us, that rumors might start spreading. I looked at Lane nervously, and he seemed to read my mind clearly, because he led me around the back of the mansion to a secret service entrance.

We went up a long set of stairs and followed a winding maze of hallways through the enormous building. I had no sense of direction in this gigantic house, no sense of spatial relation whatsoever. Was I close to Lane’s office? The dining room? I had no way of knowing. It amazed me that one could ever learn to navigate such a huge place. Had Lane ever gotten lost in his own house? Picturing that made me smile to myself.

Soon he was leading me through a larger hallway. This one had windows that looked out on the property which gave me some idea of my location. A minute later he was opening two large doors into a cavernous bedroom.

I gasped.

Before me was a space almost as large as his office, with sweeping wood floors and a luxe king-size bed. No, no, the bed must have been even bigger than that, piled high with pillows of all shapes and sizes, soft white sheets and a comforter in a rich, dark red. It looked like pure heaven to my tired eyes.

I broke my hand free from Lane’s and ran towards the bed, jumping onto it and falling into the soft, cloudlike mélange of pillows and blankets and comforters. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked back towards Lane who stood smiling by the door.

“You’re right,” I said. “This is nicer than my bed.”

I watched Lane as he walked over towards me, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it up over his head to reveal his broad chest. He tossed the shirt on the floor and jumped up onto the bed with me, his big body pinning me against the comforter as he went in for an unexpected kiss. His tongue was wet and hot, sensual as it swirled against my own. I bit his lower lip as our kiss broke.

“Why do I get the impression we’re not going to be doing much
sleeping
?” I said naughtily.

Lane’s only answer was another kiss. Starting at the back of my knee, his hand grazed along my leg before giving my ass a tight little squeeze. He kissed me harder at that moment, pulling me into him. I braced my hand against the warm skin of his muscular pecs, playing with his chest hair.

Sliding my own hand down across his abs, I could feel my body getting hotter, my pulse growing faster with anticipation. I changed position and ran my hand up his thigh, stopping once I felt the bulge at his crotch. I squeezed gently and felt it jump as we made out on his bed, as passionate as two teenage lovers—but with a lot more expertise in the realm of sexual pleasure.

Deftly, I undid the buttons of his jeans, allowing me to slide my hand inside and take hold of his big girthy rod. It was warm to the touch, just waiting to be sucked and fucked in a chaotic frenzy of lust and desire.

I moved towards the foot of the bed and started pulling off his jeans, and Lane obliged silently, his own sense of anticipation increased as he saw me standing there. I crossed my arms and pulled off my shirt, inching it ever so slightly off of my skin. Each second revealed a little more and soon I was sliding out of my jeans and standing there in my bra and panties. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, then turned around and bent over as I pulled down my panties, letting him catch a glimpse of my tight pussy between my legs.

“Damn,” I heard Lane say softly, as if whispering to himself in awe.

“You like what you see?”

“You know damn well I do.”

“Well, then why don’t you come over here and get it?”

“I want to see you
crawl
to me,” he said.

Lane was stroking his own cock as his eyes scanned my body, every subtle curve offering fuel for his naughty imagination.

I got down on the floor on my hands and knees. It was crazy. It was dirty, but it felt
right
. I didn’t mind letting a man like Lane call the shots; I knew he wanted me and it made me brim with confidence. I was comfortable submitting to a man that I knew was as desperate for me as I was for him.

Making my way towards the bed, I crawled, my hands enjoying the softness of the Persian rug beneath my finger tips. Everything about my surroundings was sensual, perfectly designed to heighten my sense of impending bliss.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and innocent, then narrowing suggestively as I made my way onto the bed. Crawling towards him, my hands running up his muscular thighs, I grabbed hold of his shaft, lifting it up and stroking it gently as I dipped my head down to take a lick of his balls. Taking one into my mouth, I sucked and pulled, giving a little nibble, just the slightest touch of my teeth against his skin.

I heard him groan, a sound of pleasure that made me want to please him even more, to put that big cock in my mouth. I licked his balls and up the base of his shaft, making my way slowly to the throbbing tip. He groaned more loudly when I put him in my mouth. Already I could taste his pre-cum—he was that excited for me. He’d been anticipating another affair like this for a long time.

I kept stroking his shaft with my right hand as I swirled my tongue slowly around his head. My other hand rested on the tight muscles of his abs. Then I dropped my hand down to his balls and played with him as I bobbed up and down, alternately deep-throating him and giving gentle licks, varying my pressure and his pleasure with each subtle move.

I took his tip out and rested it against my lips, looking up at him and pushing the hair out of my eyes. I gave him a little smile as I flitted my tongue against his head, making his fat cock jump for me.
Was I being a tease?
Maybe, but I loved it. I kissed his tip, running it against my lips and occasionally touching it against my tongue.

Then I took him all the way in and down my throat, giving one last deep slurp of him before taking his cock out of my mouth with a slight pop. I put my hand on his shoulders and climbed on top as he continued to lay on the bed, his head resting on the giant pile of pillows.

I straddled him, reaching underneath my legs to find that massive cock of his, and bringing it up to my lips. I was so damn wet at this point, dripping with thoughts of him fucking me. I’d been daydreaming about this since the last time, occasionally losing my train of thought during the most menial tasks, replaying those blissful moments in my head over and over and over.

It made me wet every time. And now that he was here with me, his cock rock-hard and ready, I could barely contain myself. Still, he was absolutely huge, and when I eased down onto his cock I felt a slight shudder rush through my body—but I liked that feeling. Lane was all man, powerful and dominant and unapologetically so.

As he filled me up with his big dick, I felt my body relax, the tension dissipating as I slowly began to grind on him, up and down, front to back, building into a slow and satisfying rhythm. The wetness made it easier, and his tip was hitting just the right spot each time he thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deep inside of me.

Before I knew it he was going harder and I felt my body almost incapable of handling the force with which he was fucking me. But even if it hurt, I still couldn’t make myself tell him to slow down. I wanted him too much, wanted him to pour all his passion into me.

So instead of slowing down, I just bucked harder, my voluptuous ass slapping up against his thighs as he squeezed it, pushing me down onto his cock, going deeper and deeper with every single thrust.

Lane was in control, there was no denying or escaping that fact. But if I’m telling the truth, I liked it like that. Everything was a blur, my mind almost incapable of concentrating as he fucked me. I moaned loudly with each deep, purposeful stroke.

And then I felt myself starting to climax.

Noooooo
, I thought to myself.
How am I coming so damn quickly?

But I knew the reason why. It wasn’t just the angle, it was the passion with which Lane was fucking me, all that desire that had built up during the time we’d spent apart.
But it had only been a day!
This was absolutely crazy, everything just happening so quickly. I didn’t know if it was right, but dammit, it
felt
right.

I moaned again, my body growing weak. Until now, I’d been moving in rhythm with him, grinding against him and matching his every subtlety. Now my body was losing control, my concentration all but non-existent as I was overcome with orgasm.

“Oh,
oh fuck
,” I said, biting my lower lip, my hands still braced against his chest, trying to steady myself as I gyrated on him. “Oh,
keep going
. Ooohhhh, that’s it,
that’s it!
”