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

by Rowena

  He responds by ridding me of my bra, and then closing his mouth over one of my breasts, licking around my nipple and then the nipple itself, before moving to work the other breast.

  Soon, his determined eyes find mine as he raises himself up to loosen his jeans.

  I take the moment to try to escape once more, but where could I possibly go? I couldn’t get past him to get to the door—he is too strong, and too quick.

  I must’ve angered him a little because he pushes me back against the bed, and as he holds my arms down, says, “You’re lucky I didn’t just take you against the door out there.”

  “Wait,” I say, but instead of answering, he pulls my panties off.

  “I’m sorry,” he says. “I can’t take it anymore, Eva.”

  “But we’re not ready for this! I mean, I’m not ready for this…”

  His fingers reach my pussy, which reveals me to be a liar.

  I am wet and hot and tingling for him, and the teasing he’s doing as he plays with my slick folds, then tops off by sticking his finger into me, drives me absolutely crazy.

  I lift myself toward his hand, trying to fuck it.

  “I’m also sorry because…I’m going to fuck you hard, Eva,” he says, then brings the fingers that played with me to his mouth and sucks them, closing his eyes and looking euphoric as he does so.

  “Reese…”

  I’m not sure if I’m still protesting or begging him to take me.

  I know what my pussy thinks, however, and she practically screams at me to fill her.

  It’s like he heard her, because the next thing I know, the head of his cock is at my lubricated entrance.

  “I can’t stop,” he says in a tortured way, and then he rams his dick into me.

  His stiff cock parting me takes me by surprise, and I cry out at the thick firmness of it.

  He is between my legs, pushing his stiff cock in and out of me while still holding my wrists, and his grunts of pleasure go right into my ear. The sounds turn me on more, as well of the sight of his lifting and falling tight ass, his muscles squeezing together as he pumps me, his dick making its presence known.

  I realize he didn’t even bother to take his jeans off fully.

  Feeling him dig into me so hungrily, his thick cock plunging my depths, and the way he holds me down so that all I can do is take it, fires me up even more. It’s all unbelievably hot.

  Reese looks so beautiful on top of me, his torso a perfect male specimen, and his handsome face in the grip of lust and need.

  He feels so good inside of me that I don’t want it to end. I am helpless against his desire and mine.

  “Eva,” he says, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” Then he squeezes hard against my pussy, touching my clit and making me moan louder.

  Seeing his white cock disappear into my body reminds me of what I’m doing—that I’m being claimed and dominated by him—my boyfriend’s best friend. The hot guy who looks at me the way I wish Bobby would.

  It feels right giving myself to Reese—he appreciates me, and I appreciate the way his hard, meaty cock is working my insides.

  I start to get lost in his rhythm and grab on to the strong arms on either side of me, leaning my head back and moaning in pleasure.

  He surprises me with a kiss on my neck, making my body twitch and my pussy tingle in appreciation.

  He leaves his face close to mine and I can see in his intense blue eyes what will happen next. Our lips close the distance, and feeling his mouth hold mine, his tongue flickering around inside me, while at the same time his dick is exploring my other cavern feels heavenly, and relaxes me more into our grind. I start pushing my pussy upward to grab more of him somehow, accepting him deeper inside me.

  As I push my nether lips up against him, I feel it start—I am on the path to orgasm.

  He seems to sense it too and his pace changes as he pumps me harder, quickening my route there. I realize he is nearly there too, and as he fucks me hard and fast, we match intensity and pace until we thrust hard toward each other in thunderous climax, making us both cry out.

  I realize he is still inside me, and I soon feel his warm cum spreading in me.

  He collapses on top of me and gives one last thrust, as if milking himself to the last drop.

  I wrap my arms around his broad torso and hold him tight, not wanting him to leave anytime soon. It feels too good to have his hard chest on my soft breasts, our hearts beating against each other. It is too delicious having his firm, warm body over mine, and his still-hard, pulsating dick inside of me. It all just feels too right.

  “I love you, Eva,” I hear him whisper, and I think I must be hearing things—that maybe the dying sounds of the storm are messing with my mind.

  I do everything I can to ignore the warmth that passes over me at the words I think I heard.

  Whether he said them or not, what does it really matter?

  Still, I consider asking him to repeat himself to clarify, but instead I end up saying nothing in return.

  My only response is to turn and kiss him on the cheek.

  I suddenly realize it is morning, and that I just spent the night with Reese.

  Bobby is due back today, although I don’t know what time. I need to check my phone to see if he has called.

  I glance at Reese’s still-sleeping body next to me and make a move to leave the bed, but his arm shoots out and holds me firmly in place.

  His eyes open and he smiles.

  “So it wasn’t a dream after all,” he says.

  “No, and I need to get the hell out of here before it turns into a nightmare.”

  “How could this ever turn into a nightmare? I fantasized about you a lot, Eva—having you in my arms, being inside of you. What we had here was far better than I imagined.”

  “Stop it, Reese.”

  “Stop what? Letting you know how much I’ve wanted you? How much I still want you?”

  “You know we can’t be together.”

  “Why? Because of him?”

  “Obviously.”

  “What if you end up with my baby? Then what?”

  I panic for a moment before remembering I’m on the pill. Since I don’t trust Bobby, I make him use condoms anyway and pretend I’m not, but I also want to make sure I have a backup just in case—he came home drunk one night and was able to subdue and fuck me without me getting through to him to take our usual precautions. It scared the hell out of me, and I resolved to make sure I had control of that part at least.

  “Not likely,” I say to Reese, “I’m on the pill.”

  I see his shoulders drop. Wait, was he actually trying to get me pregnant?

  “You can’t go back to him,” he says.

  “I…I can’t just suddenly be with you!”

  “Does he love you? Because I do.”

  A warm invisible liquid passes over me again as I get confirmation of last night’s whispered words. It feels like a shower of gold and diamonds.

  It seems like forever since someone’s said those words to me, and I won’t be able to get Reese’s sweet whisper in the dark out of my head soon.

  But this is all wrong—I can’t do what Reese is asking—it’ll scandalize all of us!

  No, it’s best we keep a lid on what we’ve done here and pretend it never happened.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I say and rush out of the bed to shower him off of me.

  I start the spray and begin to soap off, thinking about what to do next in the short term.

  I have an easy excuse for why I was missing if Bobby happened to get to our apartment first—a surprise audition. He probably wouldn’t even notice if I acted a little strange, and if he did, well, I can always say it’s because of post-audition nerves. It’s funny, I’m the one with the easiest, most believable excuses for anything, yet till recently, I’ve been the faithful one and never had a need to use them.

  Instead of leaving me to shower alone however, Reese enters the bathroom and
pulls back the shower curtain. I realize he is still naked and my eyes take in his body in all its beautifully fit glory—the masculine shoulders, the muscled arms, the defined chest and those rippling abs.

  His dick is at attention, so it grabs mine and I admire the length and girth of it, wondering how I managed to take it all. Then I remembered how wet and desperate for it he got me.

  I can’t help comparing him to Bobby in that moment, and what’s before me is clear: not only does Bobby fall short compared to Reese in the emotional arena, he falls short in the physical arena too. Bobby is cute in a boyish way, but that’s about it. Reese has harsher edges and planes to his face, looking more masculine overall, yet still, this beautiful brawny man manages to show tenderness toward me.

  Why was I staying with Bobby again?

  Before I could begin to think further, Reese joins me in the shower and pulls me to him.

  I feel his hard cock up against my abdomen.

  “If you’re gonna leave me, I’m gonna make sure to give you something to remember me by,” he says, then he pulls my lips into a sort of angry kiss. One of his hands makes its way down my wet body, passing over a boob and cupping it before making its way down. He grabs my ass, then his fingers make their way to my pussy lips and he starts playing with me there. I feel my body responding with a gush of lubrication.

  His thumb brushes across my clit and before I know it, he has dropped low and his face is at my center, his mouth pulling at me hungrily.

  His tongue flickers over all my sensitive parts and I can only lean back into the shower spray as he eats me till I’m dripping.

  He laps up my essence while mercilessly teasing my clit, and my body starts to tighten as an orgasm closes in. His finger reaches inside me while his mouth continues to work me, and it’s as if he summons my climax with the come hither of his finger. There is a spot he’s tickling I don’t usually feel stimulated, and I can feel an orgasm coming from there too, while the one around my clit tightens.

  I explode in a loud moan as a double orgasm hits me, and I am stunned that I came so loud and hard. Ripples of pleasure and satisfaction pass through me as my body pulsates in several places at once in the aftermath of the dual climax.

  I feel like my mind has actually been blown and I helplessly stand there, waiting for the pieces to come back and fuse, breathing heavily as I come down from my orgasmic heights. I try to comprehend how I’ve never had such an explosive climax before, and how this man before me was able to bring me there so easily.

  I suddenly realize that no one has paid attention to my body like that, to my needs. I can’t recall anyone being so focused on bringing me to satisfaction before.

  “Turn around,” Reese says, once I’ve gathered my senses.

  I do as I am told, and he guides me to bend toward the wall, my hands flat against it.

  I feel his hands on my butt cheeks, and I imagine him taking in the sight of them before him, and I feel a little shy at his appraisal. “You’re so beautiful, Eva,” he says as he rubs my cheeks. Then he puts his tip at the lips of my entrance.

  I am dripping wet, and can take all of him.

  He stuffs his thick cock in me, and soon, my butt is slapping against him as he rides me from behind, pushing his meaty cock against my sated insides.

  My body grabs on to him tight, and I hear him call my name before his pace quickens, and he is suddenly slamming against me hard in a loud climax.

  I feel him shuddering against me as he holds me in place, while his cum makes its way through me again.

  I stay silent, listening to his breathing as it eventually slows back down to normal.

  Then he pulls out of me and I turn around to face him, searching his eyes.

  He doesn’t hide the emotion in them, but he says nothing else.

  We silently bathe each other.

  When we are done, he hands me a towel, then grabs another for himself.

  I follow him back to his room where I gather my clothes to get ready to leave.

  Once I’m ready, he walks me to the door.

  He stands there holding it, and as I am about to walk through, he says, “Find your way back to me, Eva. I will wait for you.”

  When I finally check my phone, I realize that Bobby hasn’t called or texted after all, but when I enter the apartment, there he is.

  I stare at him in surprise.

  “Hey, babe,” he says when he sees me, looking up briefly from texting or whatever he’s doing. “Audition?” He indicates my clothes.

  I nod and suddenly wonder how a guy like Reese could be friends with a guy like him. Then I remember they’ve known each other since they were kids.

  “Do you love me?” I ask, surprising myself.

  Suddenly, I have his full attention and he is looking at me with widened eyes.

  “Babe,” he says, “You know I…I care about you. We get along well.”

  “We’ve been together almost two years, Bobby, and you’ve never said you loved me.”

  “You haven’t said you loved me either.”

  “I’ve been waiting for you!”

  “Come on now, what if I’d been waiting for you—that doesn’t make much sense, does it? Look,” he says, getting up and coming toward me. He pulls me to him. “We have something good here…”

  “You mean, you do—a convenient fuck buddy. No complications, no real emotions, just someone who lets you bang her when you want and does all the things a girlfriend does so you get all the companionship but none of the real commitment. I want something else. I need something else.”

  “Babe,” he says, “I’m sorry I can’t give that to you.”

  My heart is breaking even though I’ve always known this was true. Once six months had passed with no emotional progress between us, the writing was on the wall, but I ignored it. I hate starting over, and I liked having someone to hang out with and all the things he liked about our relationship too, but where he was satisfied with the way things were—especially since he had his cake, and was probably eating it too—I wasn’t.

  “What’s her name?” I ask, finally ready to hear the truth out loud.

  “What?” He looks confused, but it strikes me as an act.

  “The girl you went to see. How did you meet her?” I’m shooting in the dark here, but my suspicions are strong.

  “Babe…” I can see the guilt all over him and I finally know the truth for sure. There’s no denying that look in his eyes.

  “How many of us are you seeing?”

  “Come on, Eva—don’t be like that. We’re having a good time here.”

  I shake my head. “We had a good time here. This is over.”

  I finally pull away from him.

  “What the hell has gotten into you?”

  My smile almost turns into a laugh, and I can see my response chills him. I’m sure he has no idea what to make of my odd reaction. The truth is, I wanted to say “Reese” so badly and had to suppress the reply. The fact that Reese’s name had been so easily on my tongue in response amuses me; in fact, the mere thought of his name eases me, and I am no longer as angry and hurt as before.

  I know it’ll take a little while to get over the loss of so much time and the actual relationship I had with Bobby, but I have more than just a rebound waiting—I have Reese. I don’t know how he plans to deal with Bobby when he finds out, but he’s clearly not concerned about this whole thing hurting their friendship, and neither am I.

  I suspect only Bobby’s pride will be hurt for a while, and that he’ll probably be more out in the open with whoever he’s seeing on the side in response, but I don’t care—I know where to go now.

  I’m still going to pursue acting, but something about Reese has me thinking about other things, and I can see myself eventually dropping the pill.

  Reese is the kind of man I can be a vessel for.

  My belongings are easy to gather—I’ve been keeping my footprint small since I moved to L.A. and moved in with Bobby, a roommate wh
o became a boyfriend, and I have been living a modest lifestyle on a very limited budget.

  I spend the rest of the day packing, and then load my car: two suitcases of clothes, one case of shoes, one box of books, and a box of miscellaneous shit. Bobby can keep the stuff we got together.

  I text Reese to let him know I’m headed back and then I get on the road.

  I don’t think he quite had me moving in with him in mind, but something tells me I won’t be met with resistance.

  “That was quick,” Reese says, smiling wide as he opens his door to me.

  His smile makes him look even more handsome—or maybe it’s the sparkling in his eyes.

  “Yeah?” I say, “Well, I’m hoping this won’t be.” I pull my top off as he closes the door. I’ll unpack my car later.

  His eyes widen as he takes me in, and they widen a bit more as I push him toward the couch and then on it.

  I take off my panties and then free him from his pants.

  His stiff cock is ready for me and I climb over him, hiking my skirt up.

  I rub his tip over my slick folds, teasing us both before jamming him inside me, leaning my head back at the pleasure of his flesh parting mine once more.

  “Welcome home, Eva,” he says, right before I start to ride him.

  END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Rowena writes erotic romance and erotica with an element of unwillingness. She likes a bit of darkness involved—as long as no one really gets hurt—at least, only in good ways. ;) Forced proximity and kidnapping romances are her favorites.

  She enjoys making up circumstances in which two people are forced to confront their feelings—sexual and otherwise—to the object of their desire, feelings they have been hiding or running from for a while because of a major barrier or conflict of interest. Her saucy characters usually know each other, and their first sexual encounter has been a long time…coming.

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