Taken: His BFF - The Forbidden Fruit Erotic Romance Collection: Naughty Bareback Adventures

by Rowena

  As we head back to the apartment, there is no doubt the first thing we will do.

  I ache a little from his wide cock fucking me hard twice after my body has been neglected for so long, but I ache more to have him fill me again.

  We are barely inside the condo before he is ripping my clothes off.

  As I stand naked, he disposes of his shirt, but leaves his jeans on.

  He picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter, and then loosens himself from his jeans.

  He fingers me for a bit, making sure I am dripping wet, and then he slips his cock inside of me, letting out a masculine groan that makes me throw my head back in heightened pleasure.

  He keeps me close to him as he pushes himself in and out of me, and the close contact of his pelvis on my clitoris intensifies my pleasure. He both fucks and rubs against me, and his male flesh stroking my pulsating parts sends me close to the edge in no time.

  I feel him increase his rhythm as my body reaches a crescendo, and we are again exploding all over each other.

  I hold him tight to me, and he does the same.

  We stay that way for a long time, letting our breathing slowly decrease in speed together, our heartbeats competing against each other in a race until they both slow back down.

  I love the way he feels in me, and I don’t look forward to the moment he necessarily has to pull out once we finally move from the kitchen.

  Still, I am satisfied that, in due time, he will be inside of me again—hard, demanding, claiming my body as his own.

  IV.

  CHAD

  Days of having Avery in my bed only leaves me hungry for more. She is every bit as luscious as I thought she’d be, melting under my touch, moistening for me at the slightest glance. She is warm and soft and tantalizing, and her body squeezes my cock so succulently, I can’t get enough of her.

  I fuck her in her room, and in my room, against the wall, and on the couch. I pin her beneath me and make her take it hard, and I bend her in front of me and take her from behind. I listen to her moan and whisper, and beg me for more. I make her scream my name. I fuck her with my fingers, my cock, my mouth. She gets it whether she’s off for the day or back from hours on her feet. Morning, afternoon, and in the dead of night, I fuck Avery every chance I get. I’m insatiable when it comes to her.

  Soon, it is almost time for Kevin to come back.

  The two weeks are up, and it’s Sunday—the day Kevin drives back into town. If all goes well, he’ll be back at the condo by around five.

  I can’t wait to see Avery’s face when she figures out what I’m up to next.

  “One more for the road?” she asked me this morning, and I was happy to oblige her in my bed.

  She has already washed me off the sheets in her room, but she will soon learn it was futile to do so.

  We get brunch together, but as soon as we get back to the apartment, she goes to her room as if it’s all over, and we’re back to some regularly scheduled program.

  Silly girl—I’m not done with her yet.

  I watch the time, and as four thirty hits, I go to her room and ask her if she’s hungry.

  She looks up from her book with a slight smile and a “no thanks” on her lips, but her words fade as she realizes I’m not talking about food.

  “You know we can’t anymore,” she says, putting the book down and looking at me with alarm in her eyes.

  “Why not?”

  “You know why!”

  I shrug my shoulders. “What, because Kevin’s coming back?”

  “Duh,” she says, and I laugh.

  “Kevin is not a factor,” I say, and she looks at me like I am crazy.

  “What the hell are you talking about? Of course he is!”

  But I ignore her and move toward her.

  I pull her up from the bed until she’s against me, and I am about to seduce her when I hear a car pull up.

  I can tell that she has heard it too, and she starts to panic. We both know it’s Kevin.

  “There’s something else I know about your fiancé that you don’t,” I say, gripping her hand tightly as I lead her to the receiving area.

  “What’s that?” she asks, and I can tell she is truly intrigued.

  “You will find out soon enough.”

  I stop several feet away from the door and hold her tight.

  She is panicking and trying to pull away, but I hold fast.

  “What are you doing?” she asks desperately, trapped in my arms.

  “Don’t worry, he deserves this, and he knows it,” I say, confusing her enough that she relaxes temporarily as she tries to make sense of my words.

  As we hear the key in the door she starts struggling again.

  “Trust me,” I say, looking at her intently, and she stills once more as Kevin continues to fumble at the door.

  Finally, the door swings open, and Kevin sees us locked in the embrace and freezes.

  I smile at him, although I’m sure my smile doesn’t match my eyes. Nor my voice as I say, “Hello, Kevin. Welcome home.”

  Kevin says nothing and simply stares back and forth between the two of us, blinking absently.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and pull that in,” I say, indicating his suitcase, “and then close the door and sit on the couch for us?”

  I try not to laugh at Avery’s shocked face as Kevin does exactly as he is told, as if under a spell.

  Once the front door is closed and the suitcase pulled to the side, Kevin sits and stares, as if waiting for the next set of instructions, which I know he is.

  “You will watch me fuck her,” I say to him, and Avery’s eyes widen more.

  “No way,” she says, shaking her head while Kevin nods, and unzips his pants to let himself out.

  When Avery notices what he has done, her enchanting mouth drops open.

  “Pretend like he is not here,” I say.

  “How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

  “I’ll help you,” I say as I pull off her top before she knows what’s happening. I let her keep her bra on for now.

  Then I work on her bottoms, staring into her face the entire time, and she seems in a trance as I fix her with my stare.

  Now unzipped and loosened, I work her jeans down her leg, lowering myself with them, and when they pool around her ankles, I help her free her feet from them and toss them.

  By now, I am on my knees in front of her, and I stay there.

  Her panties remain, and I start pulling them down too.

  She hesitates again, looking over at Kevin.

  “Kevin knows he is only half the man I am,” I say. “He knows you deserve a real man, don’t you, Kevin?”

  I know he is nodding, although my eyes never leave Avery’s face.

  “He knows he deserves to be punished—for losing all your money, for kissing that coworker, what was it, a year or so ago?”

  I imagine Kevin nods again, and I watch Avery’s face tighten again. Her attention turns back to me.

  She is game.

  “Now he’ll have to hear me fuck your brains out for as long as we’re all here together. He is lucky I am letting him watch this time. Maybe he’ll get to watch again some other time.”

  And with that I swiftly rid her of her panties and bury my face in her pussy.

  She lets out a moan of pleasure and her hands find my head as she gently holds it there and I lick her until she is gasping and whispering my name.

  I have no doubt she has forgotten about Kevin now.

  When I feel like she is close to tumbling over the edge of orgasm, I pull away and raise myself to a standing position.

  I lift one of her legs, guiding it around me and holding her steady, and then encourage her to trust her weight to me as I hoist her up and wrap the other one around me. I grab my rigid cock and find her entrance, and I stuff her with me, her legs entwined behind me.

  I bounce her on my cock, and stay there fucking her for a while before locating an expanse of wall to squash he
r against, catching a glimpse of Kevin’s hand rapidly moving up and down his shaft as I do so.

  With some of her weight supported by the wall, I am able to push into her harder, and squeezing into her like that with Kevin watching drives me crazy, and I explode inside of Avery with a thunderous grunt.

  She screams my name in her own climax, and we stay there coming down from the explosive high.

  I know the exact moment she remembers that we have an audience, and when she looks over at Kevin, I do too.

  The look on her face as she sees that Kevin’s own fountain has erupted while he sits relaxed into the couch, a silly grin on his face, leaves me with no doubt that she realizes, as I did, this arrangement will work out for all of us.

  END

  SYNOPSIS

  Reese can’t get brown beauty Eva off his mind. The problem is, she’s his best friend’s girl, but he can’t stop the dirty thoughts he has of taking her hard and without protection, filling her with his essence.

  He resigns to suffering the torture silently, but Eva surprises him with a friendly visit one day, and ends up stranded in his place by a surprise storm.

  Now that he finally has the delicious, nubile beauty alone, he’s going to give her far more than a piece of his dirty mind.

  TAKEN BY STORM

  By

  ROWENA

  TAKEN: HIS BFF SERIES

  FORBIDDEN FRUIT

  Cover photo by Forgiss.

  Eromantica Publications

  First Edition: November 2014

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  SYNOPSIS

  I: REESE

  II: EVA

  III: REESE

  IV: EVA

  I.

  REESE

  Every time I look at Eva I get a crushing urge to spill my seed in her, which is somewhat problematic since she belongs to my best friend, Bobby.

  “Yeah?” I say, nodding at whatever the hell he’s currently saying to me, while trying to keep my eyes off of her as we all catch up over tacos and burritos in some rinky-dink Mexican restaurant.

  She’s dressed pretty casually in jeans and a tank, but she’s just so fucking beautiful, it doesn’t matter what she wears or that her hair’s pulled back in a ponytail; in fact, I’m glad it is, because hair down screams sex to me—at least when it comes to her. I don’t think I can handle seeing Eva’s dark hair frame her face right now, falling on the lines of those feminine rich brown shoulders.

  I was never even interested in babies until I saw Eva, and when my eyes took her in, I immediately felt the desire to ram my cock into her, with no plans to pull out so I could fertilize her with my seed.

  The feeling caught me by surprise to say the least, and I’m not sure how much more I can fight it.

  Her dark eyes swallow me when she fixes them in my direction, and I start to get lost in them. Don’t even get me started on that smile of hers.

  It’s been almost two years of having to endure her and Bobby as a couple while trying to keep some sort of emotional distance from her.

  All the chicks Bobby had before Eva, I was polite and fairly friendly with, but maintained distance easily. For the most part, I didn’t find any of them attractive or interesting enough anyway, so it didn’t matter to me whether he stayed with them a few weeks or months or years. Then when they finally disappeared, no skin off my back.

  But Eva—god damn it, she stirs me more than I’ve ever been stirred. I’ve never met a girl like her before: gorgeous, funny, down-to-earth, and smart.

  My buddy has dated smart girls before, but they were nowhere near as good-looking as Eva is.

  I guess that’s mainly it—Eva is literally the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

  Although I knew I’d always appreciate her beauty since I have eyes that work, I also knew it would have been easier to stay emotionally distant if she was at least stuck up and bitchy, and not as witty and friendly as she is. Instead, she’s like some complete package I never even imagined existing.

  Of course I learned everything I know about her gradually, and as my eyes slowly got opened to how amazing she is, I unfortunately didn’t take the usual precautions. Since she’s with my bud, I thought I’d be safe to some degree, but I was wrong.

  I fell in love with her.

  I want her in every way and there’s not a damned thing I can do about it since there’s no way in hell I’d hurt my buddy like that, or risk offending her.

  Suddenly, I get pulled from my thoughts by a beautiful giggle from her and my surroundings come into focus again.

  Shit, Bobby must’ve said something funny.

  I quickly let out a half-chuckle that could fit pretty much any moment and glance at her.

  Fuck her and that gorgeous smile.

  She shoots me a sly look from under her eyelashes and I suddenly suspect she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Look at the way she’s leaning over the table now with those boobs.

  Man, it was a mistake opening up to her even a little bit and carrying on like a friend.

  I never really get close to girls—I’ve maintained some friendships I’ve had since elementary school, and those chicks feel like sisters or cousins to me; they’re like family. Other than that, every other girl I involve myself with and bother to really talk to, it’s because she’s gonna get fucked.

  Truthfully, I wish Bobby would stop bringing Eva around me now—it’s getting harder and harder to ignore my urges, and I’m not sure I’m doing the greatest job of hiding desire in my eyes.

  Eva just always looks so healthy and beautiful and fertile, she seems like the perfect vessel to carry my seed, and the thought of owning her this way brings me all kinds of pleasure when I fantasize about it.

  Damn it, if Bobby leaves her alone with me even once, and she shows me even a slight bit of attraction, she’s getting it.

  At least, that’s how I feel sometimes, but like I said, I don’t want to risk the delicate balance of friendship between the three of us.

  And while I’m glad when he does spare me the sight of her by visiting me alone sometimes, I eventually realize I’m fooling myself because the absence of her makes things worse—I am forced to register the fact that I miss her, and that Bobby robbed me of an opportunity to fill my eyesight with her.

  Fuck, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

  Lucky for me I don’t have to deal with the more intense feelings too much since I rarely get an opportunity presenting itself.

  Besides, I’m not some animal; I can control myself—as long as I don’t have to be around her for too long when she and Bobby hang out with me. And definitely as long as she doesn’t visit me by herself. For any amount of time.

  I stare at Eva’s text for a while before answering.

  So, you’re in my area, are you? And you want to drop by?

  What a nasty, delightful surprise. Nasty, because I’m not emotionally prepared for this—my heart’s already beating out of my chest at the sight of her name on my phone screen. Delightful because, damn it, I love seeing her whenever I can, but seeing her is always a torture to me since I can’t have her.

  Even worse, recently, Eva has started popping by to see me by herself.

  Bobby has no issues with it because he’s blind as fuck and thinks I see her casually, like a new addition to my extended ‘family,’ since I’m one of those guys who have kept a few platonic female friends easily, but he is wrong.

  Meanwhile, I don’t know what the hell she’s thinking.

  Luckily, the few times she came by to see me, the interaction was pretty quick, and she was gone before the fog of my joy at seeing her lifted to remind me of what lay beneath—that desire to explode in her.

  It’s been a few weeks since the last time she popped by, but here she is, offering to see me again.

  Sure, I’m here. Come on over, I text back, hoping it comes across as casually as I intend.

  Why is Eva doing this? Just because she’s in the area?

  Sure, we cons
ider ourselves friends, but she’s got to know by now her physical nearness tortures me, and if she does, she’s a sadist. If not…well, she can’t really be that blind, can she? I mean I always hope I’m doing a good job of hiding my desire because of Bobby, but Bobby is pretty blind—I expect him to miss it, he’s so self-absorbed. And while I’m pretty sure Eva was unaware for a long time how badly I want to take her to bed, I figure she has to have picked up on it somewhat recently because it seems like she’s going out of her way to tease me now—sending me ‘innocent’ friendly text messages, and now, popping by every time she’s in my area. She doesn’t even live that far away to merit it—she doesn’t have to stop by my apartment every single time she drives down here to Orange County for a meeting or whatever. I’m getting fed up with this game.

  I’ve tried sending her subtle messages before—declining her invite to grab lunch or something once or twice because, like an idiot, I jumped to take every opportunity to see her at first. But her stringing me along like this isn’t doing our friendship—or my dick—any favors.

  It might all be in my head that she’s teasing me, but still.

  Suddenly another thought occurs to me—maybe this is her way of showing interest without totally putting herself out there and making things awkward!

  Have I been blind all this time and missed all the signs of her interest in me? Did she want me to bang her brains out after all, and was wondering why, after all this time keeping me close, I not only didn’t take the hints, but pushed her further away?

  That’s why she keeps coming around here, isn’t it? She wants me to give it to her?

  Well, I’m glad I figured it out in time because I’ve had enough of these teases—she’s gonna get it once she steps foot in my door.

  II.

  EVA

  I don’t know what I’m doing, but here I am driving over to my friend Reese’s house once more.