Taken: His BFF 2 - Steamy BWWM Romance Collection: Ravished by You/Conquered by You/Avenged by You (Forbidden Fruit: Naughty Seduction Adventures Boxed Set) (5 page)

III.

MICHAEL

I
am laughing to myself, and I’m sure Nicole can see the tip of this iceberg.

It is actually taking everything in me not to laugh maniacally.

She is trapped! Trapped here with me and destined to be putty in my hands.

“
Nice of Reggie to volunteer, wasn’t it?
” she said.

Ha!

I can see what she’s doing. She thinks bringing up her boyfriend will remind me of the line between us, but she is wrong.

I don’t even think she believes it’ll work—just a lame attempt at delaying the inevitable.

After I shut her down, I consider my next actions carefully.

I want to toy with her, make her think she has a chance of escaping the consequences of her actions, but time isn’t exactly on my side.

I can’t help myself—a chuckle escapes my lips as I think about the moment I finally snatch her hope away.

“What are you laughing at?” she says, trying to look like she still has it all together, like she’s not scared out of her wits and not really in the danger she’s in. But it’s a lie—she is losing it on the inside—I know it, and she knows it, and boy is it sweet to see a crack in that poker face of hers.

Seeing it makes me want to draw it out more—to watch her sweat before I really make her sweat.

“Oh, nothing. Just…” Just that you are doomed, Nicole! Delivered to me by some benevolent fuck god. Delivered to me so easily, and your whole manner has changed. You no longer have any power or protection. And that amuses me, my dear. “Just…here we are, alone,” I say instead.

She produces a nervous smile.

“Yeah,” she says emptily, looking back toward the window.

“Oops! ‘Scuse me,” I say, ‘accidentally’ bumping into her ass with my stiff cock as I head to the kitchen, grabbing her by the waist to steady her after our collision.

I also made sure to say the words right into her ear, ‘accidentally’ brushing my lips against it, and I feel her tremble.

I can’t wait till I press my dick against her again, more firmly this time, as I pull her to me and hear her breathing quicken. I can’t wait until she tries to protest but finally accepts that it’s pointless—or better yet, hear any intended protest die in a whimper.

She knows what’s coming and is helpless to stop it.

I can feel her fear increasing with every moment, and while I’m enjoying toying with her, time is of the essence.

I let her stare out the window for a few more seconds, then decide I’ve had enough. Plus, my cock has swollen to brain-shorting levels.

I head directly for her, grabbing her in my arms and savoring the moment her soft body is against mine before bringing my lips to hers, ignoring her protests.

I hold her firmly to me as my tongue tries to gain access to her mouth. She isn’t fighting against my lips crushed against hers, but she is clamping down on her teeth, one last pitiful attempt at denial.

“Open,” I command, and she bravely shakes her head, refusing me.

I slide one hand down her back until it reaches her butt, then clasp her to me so she feels every bit of my hard, long cock against her.

No real strategy there—just reminding her what’s coming whether she kisses me or not.

“You know you want to,” I say.

“No,” she says, giving me the opportunity I need to slide my tongue in her mouth.

I hear her gasp at my entry, and as my tongue explores her oral cavity, I feel her slowly melting into my kiss.

I can feel she has given in completely by the time she says, “No, we can’t,” breathlessly, breaking away for just a moment before I snatch her mouth again and kiss her hungrily.

I mostly want to plow her, so I’m surprised that I enjoy exploring her mouth so much. My cock is already at attention, so the fact that she is stirring more in me amazes me. Suddenly, I want more than just a journey into her sweet snatch—I want her to completely surrender to me in every way.

“Michael,” she pleads again, but I ignore her.

I lift her and take her to my bedroom, depositing her on the soft, king-sized bed while working her top off.

I can see sheer panic in her eyes now and I am loving every moment of it.

“This isn’t right!”

“Shh,” I say, flinging her shirt aside.

“Michael…” She sounds so plaintive I almost halt entirely, but while part of me is slightly concerned, most of me is feeling vengeful, and far too committed to making her pay for riling me up to the point that we find ourselves here.

“Please…” I pull down her jeans and then her panties, and the sight of her almost naked before me finally makes me stop.

I take in her shapely body beginning with her beautiful feminine shoulders, then rake my eyes over the swells of her breasts, still covered by her black bra.

I bend to undo it at the back then watch her boobs spill from it as I completely remove it, letting it fall to the ground.

My eyes get stuck on her breasts for a moment before I bend to them, unable to stop myself from enclosing one in my mouth. I flicker my tongue over one nipple, then the other.

I feel her squirm and buck beneath me as my tongue plays with her.

I kiss down her stomach, then I raise myself up again to look at her, running my eyes down her gorgeous boobs to the stomach I just kissed, and down to the lips of her pussy.

She is not only completely bare there, but her pussy is glistening, and it calls out to me like a mirage in a desert.

I bend my head to her slit, licking and sucking at her feminine parts, getting heady with her scent and trying to ignore my throbbing dick as it demands immediate entrance. I flicker my tongue over her lips, savoring the sound of her crying out and doing everything in my power not to follow my tongue and plunge my cock in her.

I know that every bit of fight in her has left—she is helpless to the gymnastics of my tongue.

I still have a sliver of self-control left, however, so I wait for her to beg me for it.

I listen to her pant, staying still until she realizes I’m not going to continue licking her, and that I’m staring up at her from her pussy, waiting for her to look down into my smug face.

At least I think I’m pulling off smug, I could be wrong—the scent of her, the sight of her pussy lips before me, the throbbing rage of my steel-hard cock is demolishing all playfulness, all pretense of game. I am becoming overwhelmed, and will soon succumb to biology.

“Please don’t stop,” she begs, and it is music to my ears.

I dip a finger inside her dripping pussy, and when I feel the warm suction there, I lose it.

I can wait no longer.

I get in place, loosening my jeans enough that my cock is freed, and then I lean back over her.

“Take it all off,” she says, and I partially obey, pulling my shirt off, but I don’t have the patience to completely remove my pants and soon I’m over her again, the tip of my cock at her entrance.

I kiss her again before plunging my starving dick into her depths, both of us letting out a groan at the sudden joining of her bodies.

I stay there for a moment, glancing at her face and noticing she has turned her head away.

She starts moving to cover her face with her hands, but I grab them, holding her wrists next to her ears so that she cannot hide—she has to acknowledge who is deep inside her.

She tries to escape by closing her eyes, but I won’t let her.

“Look at me, or you will pay even more dearly,” I say, not really having a plan for how to make this come true, but she is not exactly in a position of power here.

When she opens her eyes, I start moving in her, sliding my cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy, and soon I am slamming into her rhythmically, unable to believe how good it feels to have her beneath me, gasping and moaning, calling my name every time I thrust into her hard.

She grabs my arms and my back while I plunge into her, trying to delay the inevitable outcome of the pleasure of having my cock squeezed by her slick walls.

Her body grips me hungrily, and the moaning sounds she makes travel through me, heightening my pleasure more.

Soon, I can’t take it anymore.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come in you,” I say as my thrusts increase.

“No!” she says, but it’s too late—there’s no way I’m pulling out. It feels too fucking good.

Besides, she may have submitted to me before I took her, but now I get to take her in another way she can’t do a damned thing about. Consequences be damned.

I slam down hard against her hot, wet cunt until the buildup in my body reaches its pinnacle, and I am shooting cum inside her with each remaining thrust.

I squeeze hard against her, milking every bit of pleasure from being enveloped by her soft, warm, welcoming body, having her pussy finally take care of the swelling she caused.

She really brought this all on herself, but I am grateful, and I know she is too when I feel her thrusting upward until she explodes in a loud climax herself, just a few seconds behind me.

Finally, I collapse on top of her, still shooting my seed in her.

IV.

NICOLE

H
oly fuck, that was amazing.

I don’t know who I thought I was fooling when I tried to resist Michael—and I certainly don’t know why I thought I’d get away with it, even for a moment.

We have been forbidden fruit to each other and I’ve wanted him so long that now that we’re here, panting against each other, it seems inevitable this is where we’d end up.

But Reggie could be back any minute now.

I remind Michael of this and we grudgingly pull our bodies apart.

“I’m keeping you on me,” he says as he starts to gather his clothes.

“Don’t you dare!” I say. “You better shower too.
After
me, of course.”

I couldn’t risk us showering together and not hearing Reggie pull up, no matter how delicious the idea sounded.

We take turns, quickly washing off our sins in the shower and are both cleaned up and presentable by the time Reggie arrives.

I decide to hang out in the bedroom I share with Reggie while Michael goes back to the kitchen.

Thankfully Michael had the sense to fuck me in his own bedroom, where Reggie most likely won’t sniff around for a while, and by then, the scent of sex should be gone.

I hear Reggie enter the cabin and figure he has headed right to the kitchen with the groceries.

I can’t really hear what they’re saying since the bedroom door is closed, I just hear them bustling about and decide to stay put.

When Reggie finally comes to the room and opens the door to poke his head in, I can barely look back at him.

Guilt has made its way through me, and I feel awful about going behind his back like that—he’s not even a douche or anything. He just loves me and does everything he can to show it, and it’s not really his fault that he doesn’t really do it for me sexually. He can be pretty good with his tongue, but I need more than that.

I guess that’s how I ended up here—all that time suppressing the need to be fucked hard by a ‘real man’ made me send the message out to someone I knew was capable of it, and now here I am, sated but sort of bummed. I got what I wanted, but now there’s baggage attached.

“You wanna join us?” Reggie asks with a smile, and I feel even worse.

“Sure,” I say, putting down the book I’d been pretending to read.

I follow Reggie back to the kitchen.

Michael’s still there, and he doesn’t look the least bit guilty; in fact, he looks like he can barely contain his joy. Sunshine practically beams from him as he says, “I’ll get the grill going.”

He heads outside with all the necessary items.

Reggie then pulls me to him in a warm hug, holding me for a few moments.

As usual I feel nothing but the comforting embrace of a friend.

Before he pulls away, he says into my ear, “I know.”

He doesn’t say more than that, just grabs my hand so that we follow Michael outside, leaving me to think about his words while he starts chatting with Michael, and the guys go back and forth about this and that as if nothing has happened.

We get in the hot tub after dinner, and some combination of the bubbles, heat, and the presence of two men is doing something to me.

Perhaps my pussy was going to be ready to be pounded again at this time, whether we all ended up stripped down to bathing suits in the hot tub or not.

Either way, my middle is starting to throb with need, and I need someone to handle it.

I know I’ll have to settle for my boyfriend while fantasizing about Michael, but I’ll take whatever relief I can get.

I tap Reggie’s leg and slide him a suggestive look.

Reggie then glances at Michael, shooting him a look I can’t quite read, then Reggie and I start to exit the hot tub, grabbing our nearby towels and robes.

I practically run to our bedroom—my pussy is tingling and needs some kind of release fast, and I’ll take Reggie’s skillful use of his tongue for now.

When we reach our bedroom, I strip off my bikini, and once I’m naked, Reggie pushes me down on the bed, his wet trunks still on, and he clamps his mouth down on my pussy while I’m still trying to get my balance, legs in the air.

He begins his skillful licking, flickering his tongue over my needy folds and grazing my entrance, making me moan and pant in delight.

He teases my clit, slides his fingertip over my bud, makes my cunt even hungrier for more.

I want to be pounded hard by a thick, stiff cock so badly, but I know Reggie will lead me to the finish this way, and while I’m still pulsating in climax, he’ll stick his dick in me to take himself there, and I’ll be too deep in orgasm land to care much about the inferior cock dipping in me.

While still sucking at my tingling pussy lips, he slips a finger inside me and starts working it against my wet walls, his lips, tongue and finger bringing me closer and closer to climax.

When I start to fuck his face to go all the way there, he inexplicably stops everything he’s doing, moving his mouth from my cunt to my inner thighs, making me gasp and quiver at the contact there, then he slides his lips up my leg to my hips, then to my stomach, planting soft kisses on my sensitive skin.

I sort of like the tease, but after he continues kissing my torso for a few moments, keeping me hanging, I’m about to protest, unable to take the need still pulsating in me, clamoring to be taken care of.

But then our door opens, grabbing my attention, and a nude Michael walks in confidently, his fat cock saluting me.

I gasp in shock at the sight of his gorgeous naked body—the muscles bulging from his arms and stomach, the hard chest—all familiar to me now.

Michael’s expression looks sly, and I glance at Reggie to see how he will react to this bold intrusion.

“She’s ready,” Reggie says to my surprise, looking at Michael. Then he turns to me and says quietly, “I know I don’t satisfy you, and if anyone gets to do it, it might as well be him.”

I don’t know what the hell’s going on, but I like it. I’ll save my questions for later.

My mouth stays hanging open in shock as Reggie goes back to his mouth massage of my torso, his lips planting kisses all over me. Then he reaches my boobs and starts sucking there and I find myself relaxing back into the bed.

Reggie’s mouth working my soft breasts distracts me momentarily, even though my legs are wide open and I am fully exposed to Michael.

I only become aware of Michael’s approach when I suddenly realize the head of his beautifully thick cock is at my entrance.

My eyes pop open again and I look up at him right before he starts pushing the head of his cock inside me.

Reggie is working one boob with his mouth and the other with his skillful hand, and he slides his mouth to my sensitive neck just as Michael stuffs his cock all the way inside, pausing to graze my clit with his finger, as if turning on a machine.

But my body hasn’t stopped being turned on—I am practically dripping from my pussy, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

Michael starts shoving his fat cock in and out of me, while Reggie continues to service my upper half with his mouth and hands, and being sandwiched between two men in a way, with so many parts of me getting stimulated and massaged, makes an orgasm start to build in me fast.

My head is spinning.

The feel of Michael slamming into my pussy would have been enough on its own to take me to the edge, but with everything else going on, I can’t take much more—it is far more than I can handle for long.

I let my body go, taking everything the guys are giving me, moaning wildly, loudly and freely as I near climax. Then I come hard against Michael’s plunging cock, letting out a cry of release that seems to unleash the climax in him as he starts pumping harder and faster against my pulsating, flooding walls, and he is soon shooting his warm cum in me in no time.

I am only faintly aware of his orgasm, feeling like I’ve been sent to another dimension by my thunderous climax.

I stay there panting, dazed, enjoying the feel of Michael’s still-hard cock as it pulses, emptying fluids in me, while Reggie still massages my body, his gentle hands traveling across my skin in a deliciously soothing way.

I’m in disbelief that such pleasure could exist and that I had a moment of owning it—like I joined some secret club. Now I’m wondering how I didn’t bother to gain access sooner—the power of three is mind-blowing.

Once I recover somewhat, I reach toward Reggie and grab his stiff cock, gratefully sucking him off until he is shooting his seed all over my boobs.

“What did you mean, ‘you knew?’” I ask Reggie as we lay next to each other in the bed, both on our backs.

I am still on Cloud Nine, and only barely remember when a smirking Michael left us alone in the room.

“Everything,” Reggie says. “Well, as far as you two wanting each other goes—or rather, you wanting him.”

“And you weren’t mad or jealous?”

“I was at first, but I also knew I hadn’t been satisfying you, and that it was only a matter of time before you started putting a signal out—although not necessarily consciously, of course. Then there my buff bud was, an easy target for your not-so-secret desires.” He grabs my hand and interlaces his fingers with mine. “The writing was on the wall. I figured I could let you get it out of your system, and yes, I knew what you guys had been up to when I got back to the cabin earlier today—especially since you could barely look at me.”

I flush and wait a moment before asking, “So what was up with…?” I couldn’t finish. I keep staring at the ceiling though I can see his face break into a wry smile at the corner of my eye.

“I didn’t want you to keep carrying around the guilt. What happened here was my way of letting you know you have my blessing. Michael and I briefly dealt with the whole thing while you were in here alone.”

“You didn’t talk about threesomes with
me
.”

One of his eyebrows raises. “Did we really need to?”

I turn and smile at him, then look back at the roof. “Is this a case of what happens in Big Bear stays in Big Bear?” I ask hopefully, not wanting this to be a one-time thing. Hell, I need what happened here to happen at least twice a day every single day for the four days we have left.

“Yes, but it doesn’t stop here,” he says, turning to me and looking at me lovingly. “It will go on for as long as you want it to.” He kisses my cheek. “I’ll do anything for you, Nicole, and if that means temporarily sharing you, so be it. Whatever makes you happy.”

I can’t believe my ears. Is this a dream? What does he mean he doesn’t mind sharing me with another man? Especially a man like Michael?

Then again, Michael is only in town a few months out of the year when you add up his vacation time. Reggie would only have to share me for a few weeks at a time every four months or so.

Maybe Reggie feels safer about Michael not only because he is so close to us already, but because he’s gone most of the year.

Maybe we both feel safer when considering this aspect—Michael’s extended absences.

I know how dangerous Michael is—how he can burrow his way into other parts of me as I’ve witnessed happen to other girls, a few stronger girls, even.

But the thing is, I noticed something else—having Reggie there while Michael fucked me lessened Michael’s potentially devastating effect on me. My walls stayed up despite all the other walls giving in. Michael still dominated my body and freed me up to the ultimate pleasure, but everything stayed at a purely physical level, unlike the vulnerability I felt when he was about to fuck me alone.

Michael is a dangerous man, but I am safe with Reggie still by my side—though I don’t know for long.

Either way, I like this idea a lot.

I’m not sure where Reggie thinks this will all lead—if he believes I’ll really get it out of my system in a few months or years, and at some point, choose to be with just him.

I don’t know if I can ever get whatever this amazing thing is out of my system, nor how long Michael will go for this arrangement.

All I know is that for now, I have my cake and can eat it too.

END