Operation Burlesque BBW Romance (5 page)

Blake’s climax a second later seemed to flow from his cock into my body, heightening mine. I shuddered even as Blake went still, my flesh telegraphing exquisite sensation.

When he pulled out, I stood up and faced him. Cupping his face between my hands, I kissed him softly, savoring the taste of him, wanting to make this moment to last.

After a while, he pulled away and opened his small refrigerator to take out a wine bottle. “Would you like something to drink? I have champagne.”

“Champagne?” It sounded very high end to me. We lived in a traveling trailer park after all.

“I always see the last show off with it.” Blake popped the cork and poured the golden bubbly into plastic champagne flutes.

I took the glass he offered me. “Where’s your next gig?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. I really wanted to ask him ‘when will I see you again’ but that was too forward, too heavy with commitment that could scare him off.

“I have a short term gig lined up overseas and then I’m not sure. What about you?”

I sipped the champagne and found it to be better than I’d expected. I hadn’t caught the name on the label, but this was several steps up from the cheap grocery store brand. Not that I was an expert, but living in New York had given me a fledgling awareness of high brow alcohol.“I’m supposed to go to California with Lilli. She’s launching a new act.”

“I make it out that way from time to time. The magic academy is there.”

“Oh” I said, doing my best to sound cool. “Look me up some time.” Oh please.

He drained his glass. “I will, but right now, I want to see you in my bed.” He took my glass and set it aside. With a firm grip on my hand, he led me back to the end of his trailer where a large bed ran from wall-to-wall.

“Round two already?” I asked even though the answer was obvious. He was hard again and my body answered with its own pulse of want.

Pushing me back onto the bed, he said, “Yes, already. It’s going to be like this all night, I hope you’re ready for me.”

“I’m more than ready.” I gave him a wicked smile.

He shed the rest of his clothes and then climbed on top of me. Straddling my hips, he gathered my breasts in his hands, kneading the soft flesh with a firm grip. “I could do this forever.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Just that?”

He cocked his head and gave me a wicked smile. “Other things too. You worry about being too much when I can’t get enough.” Leaning down he sucked my nipples, scraping them with his teeth, the rough edges making me moan. Then he kissed his way down my stomach, and my body, knowing what was coming next, trembled.

Blake kneeled at the end of his bed and with a hand under each hip, he yanked me down toward him. “Spread your legs.”

I let my thighs fall open, but he shook his head. “Wider.” With strong hands he spread me apart until I felt cold air hit my hidden warmth. His hand went to my wet cleft. “Tonight this is mine.”

I nodded in agreement.

He pushed his finger hard against me. “Say it. Tell me.”

“It’s yours,” I whispered. He could have the rest of me too, if he wanted.

Blake dipped his head. I whimpered when his tongue touched me for the first time. He explored me slowly, delicately as if taking my measure. Needing more pressure I chased his tongue with my hips.

Blake lifted his head and said, “Be still, Ruby.”

I tried not to move, to do as he asked, but his tongue assaulted me with unstoppable pleasure. He licked me, stroked me and flicked my most sensitive spot until every muscle in my body strained with unsatisfied tension.

“Blake,” I said, my voice a keening plea.

“What do you want? More of this?” He sucked my nub into his mouth, giving it a good tongue thrashing. It was almost enough to cast me over the edge. “Or I could do this.” Blake resumed sucking on me and thrust two fingers into me. They wiggled deeper and deeper into me and then crooked in a ‘come here’ gesture.

My body obeyed instantly and a hard climax flattened me. I could barely breathe. My heart thundered while my body rode out the storm.

Blake gave me no time to recover. While I still writhed in the throes of the orgasm, he thrust into me with his long, delicious cock. My entire being seemed to shudder with recognition and pleasure at the penetration. He owned me and my body knew it.

“Push up your breasts.” Blake said.

I complied and he sucked my nipples into aching points as he pumped in and out of my core. His mouth was savage, taking in more and more of my breast, tongue whipping me, teeth nipping. I bucked under him and my hands went slack allowing my breasts to spill sideways.

“No, don’t let go. Don’t deny me. I’ve wanted you for so long.” There was a note of pure need in his voice that gave me pause.

“How long have you wanted me, Blake?” I put my hands back on my breasts, but didn’t push them together just yet.

His pace slowed and his gaze caught mine. “Since I first saw you.”

Curious, I persisted. “When was that?”

“The day you arrived in that tight pencil skirt and even tighter sweater.”

I smiled. I almost hadn’t dressed up that day, but some instinct had urged me into an outfit I called ‘the pin-up girl’s Sunday best.’ It consisted of a pencil skirt that emphasized my ample hips and curvy bottom paired with a sweater that skimmed my body like a second skin. It had sequins too, a subtle dusting of white pearl ones. High heels lent a pin-up swagger to my walk. The cirque’s home lot at the time had been so busy with people running here and there to set up for rehearsal that I didn’t think anyone had noticed me.

“That sweater should be illegal.” Blake groaned and gathered my breasts up himself, burying his face in my cleavage. He kissed his way around each mound and then zeroed in on my nipples again. I slipped my hands under his, holding my breasts up for him.

My core quivered as his thick shaft stroked me in a spot that threatened to electrocute me with pleasure. I panted as my body surged with a sudden climax. That drove Blake over the edge too and he came with me, his hard length dancing inside me.

He rolled off me then and we sighed in unison. Drowsy contentment filled me. That had been the best sex ever. Seriously.

I sighed again. “I knew there was something magic about you, magician.”

He stroked my cheek. “I aim to please.”

I snuggled up against him with a happy sigh. “I wish tonight could last forever.”  The idea that this might be the first and last time with Blake twisted my heart. If only I’d known how he felt that first day I wouldn’t have wasted so much time, wouldn’t have been so shy. I frowned at that thought. “Blake?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you act like you hated me?”

I felt him shake his head. “I didn’t.”

I pushed myself up on an elbow and looked down at him, resisting the counter pressure of his hands trying to pull me back. “Yes, you did. You never made eye contact or spoke to me until today. Why?”

He was silent for  a long moment. “There are things I can’t tell you. Things that mean I can’t be with you the way I want to.”

“So what was tonight?”

“A risk, one I had to take.”  He pulled me back to him. “Don’t pick tonight apart. There’s time enough for that tomorrow.”

“I’m glad you took the risk,” I murmured into his shoulder.

“Me too, Ruby, me too.” Blake kissed the top of my head and his fingers travelled my body in light caresses that lulled me into a deep, satisfied sleep. For once, my life was perfect, but you know what they say about gravity; what goes up must come down. I was in for a hard landing and didn’t even see it coming.

Chapter Four

A loud bang woke me the next morning. I jerked upright in the bed and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. Judging from the little bit of light outside, it was dawn. No one at the cirque was ever up this early, not unless they hadn’t gone to bed yet in the first place. I looked to my side and found the bed an empty rumple of black satin sheets. Blake had slipped out.

The bang sounded again. My groggy mind identified it as a knock at the door this time.

“Open up!” shouted an authoritative voice. “This is the police.”

I froze and then leaped out of bed, scrabbling for my clothes, which were nowhere to be found. The pasties and thong, I didn’t care about, but it would have been nice to find the robe. After several seconds of desperate searching, I gave up and just wrapped the sheet around me. It would have to do.

Cracking open the trailer door, I poked my nose out and blinked at the officer standing there. “Yes, officer?”

He took in the sheet along with my, no doubt, spectacular bed head and his lips thinned in a grimace of disapproval. He flashed a badge at me too fast for me to see anything but the gleam of brass. “I’m Detective Bowler. Is Blake Cannon in there?”

I shook my head. “No, sir.”

He held up a piece of paper that looked very official, with a court seal at the top. “I have a warrant for his arrest. I’m going to ask you to step outside while my partner and I search the premises.”

I cringed inwardly, realizing this meant I would be standing outside for everyone to see in my ‘just been fucked’ sheet. As I stepped out of the trailer, I thought, ‘
At least I’m not being arrested
.’  Clutching the sheet tight around me, I passed the other detective and hunkered down at the back of the trailer. No way was I going to stand out on the main drag for everyone to gawk. And where the hell had Blake gone? I’d apparently slept too deeply to notice his departure and he hadn’t left a note. Had he known about the warrant out for his arrest?

Trouble with the law wasn’t unheard of for show folk. At least half the crew had served time for some offense or other. I’d seen the police escort one of the cook staff away in hand cuffs at the first stop of our tour. Rumor said he’d violated parole by crossing state lines. But performers were of different stock. Many of them were third or fourth generation acts and much too proud of their heritage to sully it with crime. I couldn’t picture Blake as a criminal. Clark, yes, but Blake? No way. Something was off.

The detective stormed around inside the RV. I heard the thud of his feet on the floor and the bang of cupboards being slammed shut. His partner, a squat portly man positioned himself in front of the door. He didn’t look at me directly, but darted little side glances at my chest. Like that made his ogling any less obvious.

I rolled my eyes. “Do I need to be here? Can I go?”

He cleared his throat and finally looked at me. Only instead of my face, his eyes fell to my breasts. “Not until we ask some questions.”

I gestured at my improvised toga. “Can I at least go get some clothes?” Things were still pretty quiet, but the arrival of the police had not gone unnoticed. I saw more than a few heads poke out of trailer doors and windows, curious to know what the early morning disturbance was. The last thing I needed was a public walk of shame.

He shook his head. “You can’t go in there, Miss.”

“My stuff is in another RV.”  I pointed in the general direction of Lilli’s trailer. “I live in the light blue one down that way.”

He thought for a moment and then nodded. “That should be okay, but be quick about it.”

I scurried off, choosing to slink behind the trailers instead of taking the public walkway. The last thing I needed was to run into Clark and his buddies. I darted into Lilli’s trailer like a mouse fleeing from a cat and heaved a sigh of relief when the door shut behind me. I was safe.

Passing through the little galley kitchen, a large canvas propped up on the dining table caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks with a gasp.

It was Blake’s painting from the last show. The one that changed from a rose to a heart to a couple. He hadn’t sold it. Instead he’d fucked me senseless, snuck out of his trailer and then broken into Lilli’s to leave it for me to find. There was no doubt that he’d intended for me to have it. Instinctively, I knew it was his way of saying goodbye.

I reached out and touched it, the rough canvas weave tickling my finger. Last night had been a dream. So much had happened that I almost didn’t believe any of it was true. Yet here I had undeniable proof.

Too bad everything had gone poof so quickly. It would’ve been nice to have more time to savor it all.

Sudden tears dripped down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop myself from getting emotional about Blake. I didn’t want him to be just a one night stand, but that option was, apparently, off the menu. Stupid me, I’d gone to sleep believing in happy endings and woken up to find that dreams don’t come true. Not for me.

He did warn you,
said a mean, tiny voice in my head.

“He also said he might look me up.” I found a tissue and blew my nose.

My tiny voice snorted.
That’s the same as ‘I’ll call you.’ You’re a fool, Ruby.

I brushed off my inner demons and headed to the back of the trailer where Lilli and I bunked together. Thinking of her reminded me I hadn’t checked in with her since the ambulance took her away. I’d been too distracted with Blake.

Feeling guilty, I located my cell phone and checked my messages. Poor Lilli had sent me fifteen texts. They’d cleared her for knee surgery later that afternoon. I sent her a quick note, grateful for the voice recognition software that made it a breeze to compose a message.