Dancing in the Dark (Curves for the Rock Star 4 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) by Clare Cole Page B

her head in some club or get picked
up by the cops for shoplifting something stupid like Oreo cookies
from a gas station. Honestly, we’ve nothing to worry about. She’s a
bit crazy, but she’s not dangerous. At least not to us,
anyway.”
    I shook my head
in disbelief. “But she’s tried to kill herself! Anyone who does
that is immediately a danger to themselves and others.”
    “Big difference
between trying to slit your wrists because you don’t feel like you
can cope with life anymore and killing another person, Amy.
Seriously, think about it. Besides, she’s not going to be able to
harm you.”
    “And why’s
that?”
    Rick walked
towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders before gently
kissing my forehead. “Because she’d have to go through me
first.”
    I smiled. “I
don’t want that to happen either.”
    “Worry not,
sexy one,” he whispered, peppering my ear and the side of my neck
with his warm, soft lips. “The door is locked, there’s plenty of
floors between us and the ground and the bed looks supremely
comfortable. Nothing bad is going to happen to either of us, I
promise.”
    He cupped my
face in his hands and kissed me. “You just want to have sex,” I
grinned.
    “No, I don’t. I
want to make love.”
    Within seconds,
clothes were coming off and we found ourselves edging towards the
bed. Rick grabbed his smartphone and flicked on some music before
playfully pushing me back so I fell onto the mattress. He fiddled
with the settings and attempted to get it to connect to the
Bluetooth speaker sitting on a nearby chest of drawers.
    “What are you
putting on, superstar DJ?”
    “Something
sexy,” he grinned. “Like you.”
    “Flattery will
get you everywhere. Make it something mildly romantic, yeah? The
last time we had sex to The Ramones. It wasn’t exactly,
er…relaxing.”
    “Worry not, my
little flame-haired sex kitten. I have decided that today my
not-insubstantial cock will be pounding your sweet love entrance to
the smooth sounds of Josh Rouse. I’ve picked a mix of tracks from
what I consider his halcyon works, ‘1972’ and ‘Nashville’.”
    I started
undressing and slid back on the bed in just my underwear. “Always
classy, Rick. Don’t change, will you?”
    “Fucking
Bluetooth,” he cursed, tinny audio escaping from the puny speaker
on the back of his smartphone. “Connect, motherfucker!”
    I felt my
nipples harden beneath the delicate lace of my balcony bra. “Leave
it,” I gasped. “I want your cock inside me. Now.”
    Rick slowly
looked up as the music finally began to play the way he’d intended.
“Got it now,” he smiled, a naughty twinkle in his eyes. “Everything
just fell into place.”
    A warm rush of
excitement caused the lace of my panties to soak and my head to
swim. I swallowed hard, my lips going dry, as Rick pulled off his
T-shirt to reveal rippling muscles beneath. He put his hands on his
hips and slowly edged his fingers towards his belt buckle. “Kneel
on the bed,” he whispered.
    I did as he
asked, looking straight at him – and the enticing bulge appearing
in his pants – as each breath I took became heavier than the last.
My breasts rose and fell magnificently in my bra, my cleavage
heaving like a wealthy 19th-century English woman in a corset just
desperate to be ravaged by the stable boy. With a quick push of his
hands, his jeans collapsed to his feet, revealing a long, thick
bulge aching to be released from his skin-tight boxer shorts.
    “I’ve never
known a woman like you, Amy,” Rick smiled. “Your mind is sharper
than anyone I’ve ever met, but your body…”
    “Is like a
whore?” I gasped. Fuck. Did I just say that out loud?
    He broke into a
gorgeous, stubble-edged grin before laughing slightly. “I was going
to say ‘porn star’. I respect you far too much to ever call you a
whore.”
    “Whores have
brains too.”
    “Of course. Now
show me what you really are.” He rubbed at his cock through the
fabric of