Taken: His BFF 2 - Steamy BWWM Romance Collection: Ravished by You/Conquered by You/Avenged by You (Forbidden Fruit: Naughty Seduction Adventures Boxed Set) (2 page)

II.

LISA

I
’m driving Travis to a friend of his instead of to the apartment my boyfriend, Joey, and I share.

We had made arrangements for Travis to stay with us a while ago, and even confirmed recently that it was still okay for him to crash with us for the two weeks he’ll be here, but for some reason, Travis changed his mind at the last minute.

Now I’m glad he did—he’s being such a jerk right now and I don’t know why. We always got along so well before.

Did I do something to offend him? Did I hurt his feelings in some way the last time he was here and he’s been stewing over it all this time?

Fine, I won’t touch him again, but I have to know what happened.

“Travis, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, and I know you said it’s PTSD, but I can’t help but feel like this is personal in some way. Did I do something? Did I offend you at the airport? On your last trip? I mean, we’re always joking around—I can’t imagine you took any of my insults seriously. That’s what we do, isn’t it? Snark works for us.”

“Jesus, Lisa, just drop it. Look, I’m nearly one hundred per cent sure I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow or the next day, all right? You haven’t done anything—just give me a minute to breathe. Christ.”

I let out a breath. Fair enough.

“Okay,” I say.

We drive the rest of the way in silence.

When we get to his friend’s place, he hops out of the car so fast, we have no time to say goodbye, and the next thing I know, he’s knocking on the door without even a second glance.

“Fuck, he’s not home,” I hear him say quietly, and I almost say, “You probably would’ve known that if you hadn’t been so busy being an asshole and actually checked your phone or sent a text—anything a normal fucking person would do,” but that probably wouldn’t have gone over well. Whatever stress he’s under has sucked up his sense of humor and his ability to handle some snark. He is in no mood to be criticized.

Usually, he likes when I’m not so nice to him—when I make fun of him in small ways, when I playfully belittle him. But he has no time for my shit today—I have a feeling I’d pay, one way or another, for it.

He seems to be raging somehow, fighting something, and I understand it has nothing to do with me, and I know he said to give him a day but I want to help him if I can, sooner than that.

“You know you can just stay at our apartment until…”

He howls in laughter and I am struck silent at the maniacal nature of it.

He still hasn’t even turned around to look at me.

I stand there while he cackles like some cartoon villain and wait until he calms down.

“Listen, I’ll sit here till he gets back—you just run along now, Lisa. I’ll be fine.”

“At least call or text him, Travis!”

“My phone’s dead, Lisa.”

“Well, check under the mat or…or in the soil of that potted plant or something—he probably left a key there. I bet you’ll see a text about it when you recharge your phone.”

I can tell that last part got through to him and made sense enough that he acted immediately, digging into the soil of the pot in the corner of the porch.

He triumphantly pulls out a key, his face breaking into the first smile I’ve seen from him for the day.

This rude asshole doesn’t even say thanks, or “see you later” or anything—he goes for the door and opens it, and is about to disappear behind it, still all without even glancing at me, but I am on his heels.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I say when he looks at me incredulously.

“Are you sure you can’t hold it, Lisa?”

His gray eyes almost seem to be looking through me.

I shake my head. “I don’t want to take the chance. Forty-five-minute drive, you know.”

I almost added, “And you’re welcome,” but I don’t actually want him to feel bad for not thanking me—I know he’s grateful I took the trip.

No, but seriously—a thanks would be nice.

He stands back to let me in and I head to the bathroom.

But when I get there I feel like my body has tricked me—I don’t have to pee after all, but I feel silly about the whole thing, so I waste a little time checking my hair, my teeth.

I notice my nipples are poking through my tank and flush with embarrassment. I thought I could get away with a top like this with no bra since my boobs aren’t exactly gigantic, but I still look a little lewd.

I start looking forward to going home and my boyfriend’s return from work because with all the emotions churning about Travis and me, I find myself a bit turned on, and I guess my nipples are reflecting it.

I slide my hand down my pants and confirm it, letting out a little moan at the contact of my hand on my newly bare pussy—I got a Brazilian wax a few days ago and it’s been sensitive since.

My hand on my smooth mound feels amazing, but I’m not going to service myself right there and then, so I wash my hands and prepare to leave my tortured friend in his turmoil.

As he said, we can get back on track in a day or two when he gets his mind right.

I leave the bathroom, and my heart jumps into my throat at the sight of Travis staring right at me, an intensity in his eyes that sends my heart thumping fast and hard. I feel like I’m suddenly facing a bear or lion.

He is fairly far away, his back against the front door, and his energy, in general, seems calmer now, but those intense gray eyes send fear and worry coursing through my body.

Something is very wrong here.

I stay there frozen, aware of my jackhammer heartbeats and the charged air, waiting for his next words or move.

III.

TRAVIS

I
’ve already had to fight off the monster that told me to get Lisa to pull over somewhere on the drive here so I could take her in the car, but we made it here without incident.

Then, as I stood outside my friend’s locked door, frustrated, and Lisa left the car to come toward me, I had to fight the monster that told me she was ripe for the fucking right there in the open against the door or wall, or even down on the porch.

I did everything I could up to this point—I have no more fight left in me.

The monsters have taken over.

“I told you to leave me alone, Lisa,” I begin. “I told you to give me some space, a little time, but you wouldn’t listen. You never listen, do you?” I pause, taking in the sight of her beautiful curvy form pulsating with fear; I can practically taste it. “You know, when I was a kid, my mom used to tell me:
he who doesn’t hear will feel
.”

I’m not sure if she has figured out what’s about to happen yet, but she will soon.

Her brown eyes are widened a little, her pretty mouth slightly open, looking hot as hell, and her chest is moving rapidly. She hasn’t moved a step since she opened the bathroom door.

I let my eyes slowly travel down the rest of her—moving from her heaving bosom and the curve of her beautiful brown shoulders in that flimsy red tank to the blue jeans hugging her delicious figure and those stupid ballet flats she likes to wear.

By the time my eyes make their way back up to her face, I can see she has figured it out—she knows she made a grave mistake coming in here, and she knows she’s about to pay for it.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get right out of your way,” she says, her head down as she finally starts to move toward me and the door she plans to go through.

Ha!

I stay where I am, and when she gets to me, mistakenly thinking I’ll move out of the way, I grab her to me, pressing her hard against me.

There is no doubt she can feel my stiff cock, and there’s no way she can break my iron grip.

“Let me go, Travis,” she says in a small voice.

“I will eventually,” I say, walking her backward, toward the bedroom.

She starts struggling against me, a useless endeavor. Beyond the brute strength of my natural biological masculine advantage, I have been trained in so many ways to subdue, she doesn’t have a chance in hell.

Even if she did get away, it takes too much time to undo all the locks I slid into place, and I’ll just end up throwing her over my shoulder and marching her to the bedroom.

Actually, it’s probably more efficient to do that instead of working against her pitiful struggle, so I pick her up and fling her over my shoulder.

It must’ve taken her quite by surprise because she doesn’t start pounding her tiny fists on my back until I’ve entered the bedroom and I’m about to lay her on the bed.

“Travis,” she whispers plaintively, and I love the sound of her begging. It turns me on even more. “Joey will kill you!”

“You won’t tell him,” I say.

She might think she will now, but not by the time I’m done with her.

“Travis, I’m sorry.”

“God, keep saying that. Keep pleading, keep begging, Lisa, it’s so hot.”

I rip her shirt off and her hands move to cover her lovely breasts.

I knew they’d be amazing just by the way she went around braless like that—round, perky, soft.

I move her hands and hold her arms down next to her, then lower my face to one breast, my mouth taking in part of her soft, fleshy mound, my tongue flickering over her nipple.

She moans and arches her back. “You can’t do this,” she whispers as she twists and lifts to me so that her breast fills my mouth more.

I can’t just leave the other boob deprived like that, can I?

I move to get to work on that one, and she says, “Oh, Travis,” in a way that belies her next words: “You have to stop.”

“Actually I’ve got so much raging in me right now—you’ll be lucky if I don’t just tear you open right away.”

That shuts her up, and even stills her movements for a moment.

I realize I like her fighting, which, once I pull her jeans completely off, she starts again—although now with just her words and fearful looks.

“Travis, please…”

“Please what?” I say as my hand travels to her pussy.

I just about completely lose it when I feel that it is completely smooth, and when I move down a little further, super wet.

I move between her legs, but I can’t take her yet, no matter how much the monster tells me to.

I know this is the final battle I have to fight, so instead of shoving my cock inside her immediately, I fight the tortures of her soft, inviting flesh, her brain-scrambling feminine scent, her delicious panting, and bring my mouth to her beautiful pussy instead. I promised her she’d be in on the whole thing—she has to like it so much that she feels guilty and is complicit.

The cry of pleasure she lets out tells me I’ve got her.

She sounds helpless, a prisoner of the flickers of my tongue, the way my lips pull on hers then enclose her sensitive parts.

I start rubbing my dick to ease some of the throbbing pain of arousal, but I’m afraid I only make things worse for myself, and possibly her if I end up taking her too hard, unable to control myself. The sights, smells, and sounds are getting to me—I can’t take much more as I lap at her.

I realize she’s on the edge, and before she gets there, I aim my cock at her slit and rub the head of it on her drenched entrance before stuffing it all the way in.

She cries out my name, and I start moving inside her, pushing against her tight walls with my starved dick.

I can’t believe she’s beneath me right now—I can’t believe this girl I wanted and never thought I could have is underneath me, moaning delightfully, her beautiful breasts exposed to me. I can’t believe I can watch my stiff white shaft go in and out of her bare, brown pussy, that I know what it’s like to be buried in her warmth, coated with her fluids. I know how it feels to push inside of her at last while her slick walls squeeze me.

I realize after a few moments that the orgasm she’d been on the way to didn’t slow—it overtakes her body and she is soon shuddering, pulsating around my throbbing, hungry dick in a way that yanks me toward climax myself.

My god—after all these months of being deprived of feminine flesh, my unrelenting cock crying out for relief on the torturous journey back, and then finding myself buried in this beautiful flower finally opened up to me—I push hard and fast against her sweet pussy lips, loving her legs wrapped around me as I thrust and thrust deep inside her until my body contracts, and my cock is flooding her warm, welcoming canal with my cum.

I stay there, waiting for my toes to uncurl and savoring the feel of her delicate body beneath me, soft, panting sounds escaping her, and the feel of her tight walls pulsing around me like the ultimate welcoming committee.

Then I collapse on top of her, wrapping my arms around her.

There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to regret this—not when I’ve wanted it so long. Not when it feels so right.

IV.

LISA

I
don’t know what the hell just happened—just that, before I knew it, I was being swept up in a wave of need and passion that blurred everything but the desire for my friend’s cock to fill me.

After getting so worked up, I had no chance against him or his meaty thickness satisfying my wants and pounding my insides until all I could do was tighten in climax against him.

Now that I’ve found my way back to earth, my brain has started going again.

Was this my fault? Did I not read the signs?

I start to think back to his strange behavior, his vehement rejection of me.

It took us about half an hour to get from the airport to his friend’s place, and since arriving here…well, I’m not sure how much time has passed—everything happened so quickly.

I start to move to try to get ready and get out of here to think.

I must make sense of this, and right now, my brain has clearly been scrambled by the force of Travis fucking me.

I try not to think about how delicious it feels to have Travis over me, his hard, muscular body enveloping me and stopping me from moving.

He gave me a good little taste, and I’ll admit, I definitely wouldn’t mind a little more.

But one cheating session is enough.

“Still think Joey’s gonna kill me?” Travis says groggily.

“Shut up,” I say.

He chuckles.

He knows I can’t say anything. He knows I
won’t
say anything. And he’s gotta know this can’t happen again.

“You…you forced me,” I say, still trying to move from underneath him.

“I disagree.
You
forced
me
.”

“I don’t even…” I shove against him more, unable to complete my sentence because I do know what he means. But is it really my fault he couldn’t control himself?

He lets me push him off at last, and as he flops to the side of me, his dick slides out of me and my pussy protests.

God, I want that cock again. I want to bounce on top of him as my snatch holds tight to his dick. I want him to look at me above him, breasts jiggling as I keep him buried in me and watch him get slick with my juices. I want him to take me from behind and slap my ass against him, doggy style while his large, strong hands rub over me. I want…

“I thought you were leaving?”

I roll off the bed and start to gather my clothes and I hear him laugh.

His laughter makes me so mad that I start to move faster. I don’t even know what he’s laughing at.

But the next thing I know, he’s behind me, his arms grabbing me around the waist, and, still naked, I find my back suddenly against a wall. He slides me up and adjusts my legs around him, and then I watch as he guides his suddenly-hard-again cock to my grateful pussy lips. He leaves it there, and when I look at his face to glean the reason for hesitation, he shoves his dick in as our eyes meet.

I lean my head back a little at the pleasure of the moment—the girth of his stiff cock filling me again, the look in his gray eyes as our eyes met, the safety I feel in his strong hold.

I cup his firm ass cheeks and feel them clench and unclench as he pushes into me, his body brushing against my super-sensitive lips and clit, his hands at the side of my hips steadying me.

“I’m sorry I was mean to you earlier,” he says softly, and the unexpected tenderness takes me by surprise, both warming my heart and making my pussy wetter. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop myself…”

I put one finger on his lips. “No, you’re not, and neither am I.”

He rides me hard, and the renewed vigor of his rhythmic thrusts digging into me deliciously, along with the guard he took down with his tender words leaves me powerless against a climax reverberating closer to my heart.

This guy is dangerous.

I take the last of his thrusts, panting, letting myself enjoy every bit of the moment, but telling myself I can’t let us get back here again.

I come against him hard, and he smashes against me as orgasm overtakes him. We stay there clinging to each other.

A few moments after exploding in me, he walks me, legs still wrapped around him and my arms about his neck, back to the bed where he slowly pushes inside my pussy a few more times.

“Just trying to milk these last few seconds,” he says, one wanton hand roaming my body. “I never thought I’d have you against me like this, that I’d get to know what it’s like to be inside of you. I know I’m deflating right now, but I still like being snuggled in your warmth, Lisa, I like feeling my pelvis connect with your bare pussy lips.” He lets out a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to eat you out completely…”

“Oh god, don’t remind me—the taste of what your mouth is capable of was enough to send me into a frenzy.”

“You’re telling me. Listen, we don’t have to stop here, Lisa. I bet there’ll be plenty of opportunities for us to saddle up over my time here.”

I sigh. “I wish we could explore some more too, but you know this is wrong—you know this has to be one time. One day only.”

He nods a little, silently, looking down. Then he quickly pulls himself out of me and again, my pussy protests. I love the feel of him being snuggled in my warmth too.

“So we have a deal,” I say. “We’ll both stay quiet about this and pretend it never happened. And we’ll both do our best to make sure it doesn’t happen again. It’s not fair to anyone involved.”

He sort of nods again.

Luckily, I clean up and get ready before his friend gets back home, so even if his friend catches a whiff of sex in the air, this whole thing has an even better chance of staying between just the two of us.

When I get home to the apartment, I’m not sure if it’s me at first, but I catch a whiff of sex.

Then I realize the shower’s running.

A few seconds later, I hear it turn off.

“Hey, hon, got off early,” Joey says, toweling himself off.

He is standing there in all his brown-skinned, nude glory grinning at me, looking the picture of innocence, but a small part of me insists all is not what it seems.

But what can I say or do considering what has transpired today?

“How’d the pickup go?” he asks.

“Oh. Fine. You gave me the wrong time so I was there way too early, but it all worked out.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that. Anyway, you know any girls I can hook Travis up with? Dude’s so thirsty when he gets back…”

I am bristling and trying my hardest not to show it.

Maybe before Travis fucked my brains out I could keep fooling myself into thinking I didn’t care about who he hooked up with, but now that I’ve had that tasty cock inside of me, I kind of feel possessive of it.

I give a half-shrug and say, “I’ll think about it—go through my Facebook list or something.”

“Oh good, ‘cause I think the rest of us guys have run out. He wanted me to take him to a strip club or something later tonight so he can get off in some way involving girls.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You cool with that? I still might do it—I’ll find out if he’s still up for it. But are you cool or not?”

I really don’t know what to say. I don’t really care about the strip club—I am mainly fighting off the retort that Travis has probably calmed down by now.

Then again, he still might be up for it in every way. He seemed insatiable.

My jealousy is growing.

What is wrong with me? How selfish am I?

“Do I get to go to Chippendales or something while you’re away or whenever?” I ask.

“Of course you do. I’m not jealous like that.”

He looks at me with a twinkle I can’t translate.

The hell did he really mean?

“Hell, you can even come with us to the strip club if you want, but I’m not sure he’d want you there, watching him be all desperate and drooling.”

I laugh, despite myself.

Then I shrug.

“Find out what he wants. Then you guys do what you need to do,” I say finally.

I’m not sure what I mean or if I mean it.

I just know I have to say
something
, and it can’t be, “Why does in here smell so weird?” or “Babe, I can definitely handle all of Travis’s needs.”

I need to let things go back to normal, naturally.