Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... me on, too. Doesn't mean I want them for myself."

I let out an unflattering snort of laughter at that, but my next thought caused my grin to fade. "So, what happens if you and I start seeing each other, and your friends want to know why you're dating a fat chick?"

"Then they would no longer be my friends," Patrick said simply. "I've dated larger women in the past, Greer, but those relationships never worked out because of my... fetish." He fell silent for several seconds, appearing to consider something. "In fact, I don't think I've ever been with a woman who truly enjoyed food."

"I have issues with food, too," I pointed out.

"But when you took a bite of that chocolate cake yesterday, for a moment you allowed yourself to relish it. And seeing that was instantly arousing."

Knowing that Patrick had gotten turned on while watching me eat caused a blush to redden my cheeks. Before my own lust got the better of me, I decided to ask him one last question about his kink. "Does it excite you to see thin women eat?"

"Definitely not to the same extent," he revealed. "I mean, I also enjoy sleeping with thin women, but..."

"Not to the same extent," I finished with a grin.

"Exactly. Enjoyable as it is, I feel like something's missing. Something I need."

"So when I do this..." I took another bite of crab cake, then let out an appreciative moan. Patrick's stare was riveted to me while I ate; I noticed him breathing faster, and his face was a little flushed. "Does ...

... it excite you?" I murmured.

"God, yes!" he said. "You're so fucking sexy, Greer."

I had to duck my head to hide a delighted smile. "You haven't touched your food."

Though Patrick seemed reluctant to do anything that would take his attention from me, he began eating his steak. We continued getting to know each other better, and to his credit, he tried not to stare too much as I enjoyed my meal. Now that I understood his kink, I felt guilty for my behavior outside the café. "I'm sorry I got so angry with you yesterday," I said. "I've just been hurt too many times before, I guess."

His gaze softened. "I understand."

"Do you?" I asked quietly. "Because I've dated guys like you in the past. Granted, they weren't nearly as hot, but they all started out telling me how sexy they thought I was. Then, maybe a few weeks or even a few months later, it was less, 'You're really sexy, Greer,' and more, 'You'd be a lot sexier if you lost twenty, fifty, eighty pounds.'"

"I would never do that to you," Patrick insisted. "I know I have to earn your trust, so I've tried to be as upfront with you as possible. I'm not going to manipulate you or try to change you into someone you're not. I'm wildly attracted to the person you are right now."

Looking away so Patrick wouldn't see me blink back tears, I realized he had indeed earned my trust. And as my defenses crumbled, my desire for him only grew stronger. When I finished my meal a few minutes later, Patrick decided he was done ...