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

by Rowena

  You sure do, bud. You don’t even know how big.

  Avery will find out how big.

  I keep my eyes away from Avery during this exchange in case Kevin somehow manages to catch my thoughts in my eyes. No need to let him know the cost of my generosity just yet.

  I can barely contain my excitement at the start of this change—and my jeans can barely contain my throbbing erection at Avery’s current nearness, and the conjured fantasy image of her sprawled in one of my beds soon.

  She is going to be a few feet away most of the time, and it will drive me insane, I know it, but at least it won’t be for long. Although she’ll be lying next to Kevin for now, she will soon be in my bed, taking every inch of me.

  “It shouldn’t be for too long, I promise,” Kevin says as we head to the car to drive the rest of their shit to my storage place.

  “Oh, please—you guys can take all the time you need. I’ll be out of here in about a month anyway; Iraq.”

  “But you have to let us pay you back somehow—we’ll figure out something once we get back on our feet, a monthly payment.”

  “Kevin, don’t worry about it! Your debt to me won’t cost you a dime.”

  The first time I hear Avery in the shower, I almost lose my mind. I keep picturing her naked, her auburn hair darkened by water and running down her back and her exposed breasts, her naked thighs, joining to…

  I stop myself. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up busting in there immediately, consequences be damned.

  I have to bide my time.

  Avery comes out of the bathroom dripping, with only a towel wrapped around her, and I am leaning against the door frame of my bedroom, watching her as she briefly looks in my direction with a shy smile, and then practically runs into the spare bedroom, shutting the door.

  I am tempted to go in after her and rip that towel from her, even with Kevin nearby in the living room, watching television.

  But I keep myself in place; after all, my message has been sent—I made sure Avery knows what’s on my mind. I didn’t hide my look of appreciation and desire as she emerged from that bathroom. I didn’t take my eyes off of her for one second.

  She knows what’s coming.

  Everything I’ve got planned for her, I’ll ease her into slowly. But I need to get Kevin the fuck out of here, fast.

  “Can you believe it? Already!” Kevin says, alight with excitement at last.

  A few days have passed since the two moved in, and we’ve all put our feelers out for job possibilities for him.

  He turned his nose up at options at first, and pretty quickly too, but Avery finally put her foot down.

  “I don’t care if you have to be away from me for two weeks for the tour—it’s probably good for us anyway. You’re really going to turn down a few thousand dollars?”

  She was hopping mad, and I had to suppress my desire to laugh, she looked so cute.

  But of course she had a point too—for three months he sat at home making nothing, which I’m not going to blame him for, I know it can be tough out there. But now that I’ve seen the way he snubs opportunities, I’m not sure what to think. Either way, he’d be going from making zero, to making almost two months’ rent from a single job, and getting paid per diem and everything. He doesn’t even have to leave the state—it’s some two-week tour up north. San Fran.

  Anyway, he finally accepted, and has started to get excited about it. Easy job, too—pretty much handing out some free swag, and helping with setup and breakdown of the events.

  It’s funny—it’s the same kind of work that Avery does, although she has never done a tour for the same reason Kevin didn’t want to do it—tours usually require being away for a while, and she said she couldn’t imagine leaving him.

  Boy, she sure changed her tune quick.

  “You got any tours coming up?” I ask her.

  “Yeah, this is the perfect time to book one, isn’t it?” Kevin says, “Since I’ll be gone, too? And I told you, they have another spot open…”

  “And I told you there’s no way we’d make it under those conditions. Absence is definitely better than that kind of constant proximity.” She turns to me. “I prefer one- to five-day gigs, although I take seven-day ones too. Anything more than that, I’ll go nuts on the job, it’s so mindless. Besides, I’m a girl—it’s easier for me to get booked on this kind of stuff. Opportunities are always popping up. I already have some jobs booked on days you’ll be on tour anyway,” she says, looking back at Kevin.

  “What do you have going on next week, while Kevin’s gone?” I ask her. Kevin is watching her with interest too.

  “Well, I’ve got Monday, Wednesday and Thursday booked, and I’m waiting to hear back about a weekend gig.”

  It’s Thursday, and Kevin leaves Sunday evening.

  Looks like Avery will be free a few days in the upcoming week while Kevin’s gone. But even if she wasn’t, she’ll still be here all by her sweet self coming home to me.

  I can’t wait.

  III.

  AVERY

  I never thought about how awkward it might be for Kevin and me to get intimate with Chad on the other side of the wall until it was too late.

  Turns out, I had nothing to worry about, since Kevin doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to get it on. Kevin and I hadn’t had sex in over a month before moving in with Chad, and Kevin hasn’t looked at me in that way in the days since we’ve been here. We didn’t even bang one out before he left for the tour.

  Frankly, I don’t know how much longer I can go—especially with Chad’s overwhelming sexiness so nearby.

  My mind has been filled with thoughts of his capable body around, and I can’t stop myself from imagining what he’s like when blown up to size. I’ve seen a hint of it, bulging out of his pants as he walks around the house, and had to turn my eyes away. What was I doing examining the outline of my fiancé’s best friend’s shaft?

  I try to stop these thoughts, but my mind keeps going to Chad. I can’t get the image of his muscled torso out of my head—especially since it seems that’s his favorite way of hanging out in his place.

  I feel silly, of course, because it’s his prerogative—it is his place. He probably walked around in less while he lived here by himself—I do it in my own home too. Why should he keep a shirt on just because I’m here?

  Still, having his delicious maleness around is making my kitty beg for satisfaction. Sure, it was already doing that since I’ve been so deprived, but my fingers and dildos are definitely not doing the trick anymore. I need engorged flesh to fill me, one attached to a broad, muscular body. I need to hold on to firm butt cheeks clenching and unclenching, pushing that big, hard cock inside of me.

  I let out a silent scream.

  I am doing myself no favors—here I am, wet again, and no relief in sight.

  What to do? The temptation to sleep with Chad is far too great.

  Thank god I have work tomorrow so I have some kind of distraction.

  I get off work at six, and Chad told me he’d be home by five after running some errands. He suggested we grab dinner together somewhere when I get back, but I declined because I feel bad about living in his place for free, and I know he’d insist on paying for my food, and it wouldn’t be fast food either. No way he’s plunking cash down for me—I’m no freeloader. Plus, I feel like going out with him anywhere would feel too intimate, like a date. Like a promise of copulation.

  Instead, I insist on grabbing something while I’m out, and bringing food back for him so we could just eat at the apartment. He agrees, and I pick up some Mexican food.

  We chow down and chill in the living room.

  He asks me about work, and I notice he’s not really looking at me the way he has for the past few days—the time with him feels normal, and we feel like friends.

  I wonder if my horniness put all those thoughts in my head. Was I just seeing things when it came to him transmitting his desire to me? Or is he trying to get my guard down?
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br />   I’m a little concerned because this is our first night alone, but we laugh and joke for a bit, and then he says he has to head off to the gym. He leaves at eight, saying he’ll be back by ten thirty.

  I find myself relaxing while he’s gone, realizing how much I was on edge the whole time we hung out.

  I take a shower, and even though I don’t work tomorrow, I figure it’s a good idea to get to bed early, maybe even before he gets back to help us get through our first day.

  I put on a nighty—a simple pink dress—and slip into bed.

  If I leave the light on, he’ll think I’m awake, so I turn the light off and I’m about to close the door when I reconsider. Kevin and I usually sleep with the door ajar, so I decide to leave the door open. I like air to pass through. Besides, with the light off, there’s no way Chad would bother me.

  I try to go to sleep.

  I am unable to sleep, however.

  I hear Chad come in, feel his eyes on me as he stops at the door and looks in, and then listen to his every move as he goes to his room, presumably dumps his gym bag, and then heads to the shower.

  My head fills with made-up images of him in there—the water falling over his rock hard body, his raging, rigid cock pointing upward.

  I am tempted to pleasure myself to these thoughts, but I let the fantasy continue. I imagine him over me, the tip of his cock at my entrance. I almost come at the thought.

  How did I get here?

  How did I end up in this strange room at night, trying to ignore the large, muscular figure nearby?

  I groan and switch positions, putting the pillow over my head.

  Then I consider putting the pillow between my legs and rubbing against it to get some relief for my aching pussy, but I hear the shower turn off.

  I put the pillow back under my head and hold myself still, listening for Chad’s next move with my eyes shut tight.

  Suddenly, I get the overwhelming feeling that he is standing at my door, staring at me in the darkness.

  Everything in me is coiled while I try to look relaxed in sleep, waiting to see what his next move will be. I open my eyes a little, and can only see his silhouette, and there is no doubt he is looking in my direction, but what is he thinking?

  I notice he is completely naked. He must’ve toweled off in the bathroom and left the towel there.

  “Avery,” he says softly, and I almost answer, but I bite back a reply, making sure not to budge.

  “Avery, I know you’re awake.”

  I squeeze my eyes as if it would block the whole of him out and enclose me in some safe bubble.

  “Avery, if you don’t sit up right now, you’ll awake to find yourself chained to my bed.”

  I spring up like a rat trap. “What is it, Chad?”

  A few seconds pass before he answers, and when he does, his voice seems pulled tight. “I need you,” he says huskily.

  “I don’t know what that means,” I try to say, but my voice is trapped in my throat. Plus, I pretty much know exactly what he means, the way he said the words so heavily laden with desire.

  “W-what are you talking about, Chad?” I finally manage to ask.

  “You heard me, and I know you know why I’m here. Remember how I said you guys can stay here for free?” he continues, “Well, I lied. I do require payment. And I’m here for the first installment. I’m going to take you tonight. I’m going to rub my hard cock over your soft pussy, and you’ll be draining by the time I plunge into you. You’re going to love every minute I move in and out of you. I’m going to ride you hard, Avery, and you’ll never forget it.”

  Wacking off not enough? I want to reply, but fear has me in a chokehold, and it’s probably a good thing, since such a smart-ass reply might set him off. I got the sense this guy isn’t very tolerant when it comes to someone pretending they have the upper hand over him in any way; he feels a need to exert his dominance.

  Maybe I should say something after all—I feel a need for him to exert his dominance.

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Why would I be? I want you, Avery. I want your legs wrapped around me, and I want to plunge my cock into you over and over again, every single day for the next few weeks.”

  “What do you think I am?” I ask breathlessly, my chest heaving in anticipation.

  “A woman happy to oblige me, one who recognizes the mutual benefit of this arrangement.”

  He starts walking toward me.

  “W-wait!” I stammer, knowing the word needed to be said, but not knowing where to go next. I just had to stop him, somehow. He couldn’t just have me!

  “Tell you what,” he says, “when I reach between your legs, if you’re not wet, I’ll go back there and work on myself again and again. But if I feel one drop of moisture…”

  “You know that’s not fair, Chad! You know the body betrays—it responds how it has been trained to respond sometimes. You know we’ve got a Pavlov’s dog situation here; I can’t help my response to you!”

  “I’m going to interpret that to mean that you want me. Don’t you, Avery? Go on, try to deny it,” he says, about an inch away from me now. Even in the dark, I could tell he had a raging hard-on.

  I was definitely dripping, now.

  Please don’t actually reach under this dress, I think, while my body begs him to.

  He bends to me and his hand finds my leg, and then moves up my thigh.

  I am dying a little with every centimeter of his slow progression upward, and I am fairly certain I can christen between my legs as the Avery Waterfalls.

  “Should I take you here or in my room, on my bed?” he says as his hand pauses. “Or do you want me to leave my scent here so you can smell me whenever you want and remember what it was like for me to fuck you?”

  “Chad!”

  “I can’t wait to hear you moan my name instead. To hear you whisper it in ecstasy.”

  His fingers find my center, and currents of wanting and desire run through me. I can’t talk—can’t do anything but enjoy the feel of his fingertips over my clit and then slipping into me.

  I ache for more relief.

  Then his hand suddenly withdraws from me and my body protests, but it gives me a chance to say, “Chad, we can’t do this. Kevin…”

  “…is probably fucking some random stranger right now,” he says, beginning to lift off my nighty.

  What is he talking about? And what did that have to do with what he was doing to me right now?

  “You think he’s cheating on me?”

  “Probably. I know he has at least kissed a coworker before he hasn’t told you about. What if he is doing more than kissing now? Here’s your chance to get him back, and mine to finally see what it’s like to be inside of you.”

  Well, at least he’s keeping it honest. Still, I am more confused than ever. What a time for him to betray his friend!

  “How do I know you’re not just saying that to get me to give in?”

  He smiles at me in a way that chills and heats me simultaneously.

  “Something tells me I didn’t have to say a damned thing about it; you were already mine.”

  The next thing I know he’s on top of me.

  He parts my legs and I feel the tip of him at my entrance, and the taste of it—so close—drives me wild.

  “Oh god, Chad,” I whimper. He is busy at my neck, and just as I am about to actually beg him to take me, I feel him enter me, and I cry out in pleasure.

  “Yes,” he says, drawing out the word, and when I look at him, his head is leaning back and his eyes are closed. You’d swear he has been thinking about this for years.

  Wait, has he?

  I don’t have much time to wonder as he starts moving in me, thrusting into me hard, taking his pleasure from my willing body as he moves in and out, and I trap him in my suction.

  I hold on for the ride, occasionally rising to meet his thrust.

  I let my hands travel over his firm arms, run my hands over his hard back, and feel
the clench of his hard ass as he squeezes into me, massaging my insides.

  I am heady with pleasure. I feel light and tossed among the waves of ecstasy at every thrust, every groan, every touch of his lips, his hands, his dick.

  I feel silly for trying to resist the force between us, for almost passing up this delicious ride. I’m glad he decided to take me, and there is no way I’m going to pass up a chance like this again.

  Soon, I feel his rhythm shift, and the way his cock pounds me lets me know he is rising to a climax.

  I am right on his tail.

  As he fucks me hard and fast, I explode in orgasm, feeling like I’ve been thrust into another dimension, my sight and hearing fading a bit.

  I bathe him in my juices, and with his final thrusts, he does the same for me. I feel his hot liquid inside of me and wrap my arms around him, holding him as he squeezes one last time, shuddering, as if milking himself to the last drop.

  My hearing finally returns fully, and as I lay on my back, spent, and he rolls off next to me, I can’t help but smile as I look forward to the next two weeks of moments like this.

  The next day doesn’t disappoint.

  Since I am off today, we shower together, and he fucks me there, squeezing into me against the wall.

  We clean up, get dressed and head to brunch, and then we stare at each other the whole time, the burning promise in his eyes probably reflected in mine.

  I can’t forget the way he felt the night before and earlier this morning as he thrust into my body, digging into me like he was signing his name, and I can’t wait for him to own my body again. I need to feel his lips on my neck, my chest, the apex of my breasts. I want to feel his lips make their way down my stomach until they reach my center.

  I want his tongue to flicker over me, probing my tingling folds. I need him to suck me till I come, and then bang me until he explodes, shooting his liquids all over me.

  We eat our food slowly and deliberately, letting the anticipation build as we say nothing with our mouths, and everything with our eyes.