Taken: His BFF 2 - Steamy BWWM Romance Collection: Ravished by You/Conquered by You/Avenged by You (Forbidden Fruit: Naughty Seduction Adventures Boxed Set) (7 page)

He lifts an eyebrow. “Why?”

I lift both eyebrows. “Dancing with his ex-girl?”

He lets out a dry chuckle.

“Darren can’t be greedy, can he? ‘Ex’ is the operative word.”

“Come on—girl and guy code: don’t touch a friend’s ex.”

Scott shrugs. “I’m not touching you. And even if I were, tough shit for him.”

“Dang! How come you’re so casual about it?”

“We’re all red-blooded animals here. Darren knows what’s up.”

I’m not quite sure what he’s talking about, but I don’t want to delve any deeper—I was pretty much just kidding to begin with.

It’s not like he’d actually come after me like that.

I was wrong about Scott not coming after me.

Maybe it was the drink I had dulling it, but my gut kicks in minutes after the last set of people leave Scott’s house, and he and I are utterly alone in a room full of discarded plastic cups.

Darren and his girl left the party not long after I got here, and now, an hour after that, here I am alone with Scott, finally realizing that something’s a bit off about his manner.

“I’m not helping you clean up,” I joke, but there’s no hint of humor on his face as he watches me; in fact, the intensity in his eyes is starting to frighten me. “So I better head out. Good luck with straightening up this place! I suggest you hire someone to come in.”

I smile then start heading to the door.

He beats me to it and flattens his back against it.

“Don’t leave yet,” he says. “Please. I want to catch up with you. We didn’t really have time with the loud music and everything else going on.”

True—after he and I danced a bit, I sort of made my rounds, chatting here and there with various groups or individuals until my ex left.

After that, I sort of bounced between more of the same—idle chat and casual dancing with Scott.

Even with my ex gone, our hands stayed away from each other, but a heat burned between us. Maybe we both avoided touching to prevent getting scorched, but at the time, I interpreted everything as his desire to keep a proper distance between us, despite our mutual affection for each other, but here we are.

I ignore my thumping heart and examine his handsome, chiseled face.

His actions had disturbed me—blocking my exit like that—but his face only looks pleading, and still friendly.

“I told you I missed you, Bridge—I want to hear about what’s been going on with you.”

My uneasiness starts melting away.

Why not?
I figure. We both felt the same way, and I’d love to reconnect with him, and maybe after this time, he won’t hesitate to text or check up on me again. Maybe we could go back to being easy friends.

“Fine. But you didn’t have to block the door all creepy-like.”

I smile at him, and he smiles back and then moves away from the door.

I noticed his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes—like he’s plotting behind them.

“Sit down,” he says, “I’ll make you another drink.”

“No way, bud—I have to drive out of here, remember?”

He says nothing, heading to the kitchen anyway.

He comes back with a glass of water and a smile.

I hesitate, not totally sure it’s water.

“Drink it—you need to hydrate,” he says.

I finally accept it with this confirmation, then obey his hand gesture to sit on the couch.

He had been the one to walk me through the whole drinking thing—it took me a long time to try alcohol and I finally did it when Darren and I took him out on his twenty-second birthday, treating him to dinner and drinks. I had recently turned twenty-one, and unlike my peers, refused to drink while underage.

“Drink at least as much water as your alcoholic drinks and you’ll never have a hangover,” he’d told me once. “I call it The Hydration Rule.” I was never quite sure it was true, but I always followed that advice and never had a hangover, whether I had two drinks or four.

He watches me gulp the water down.

When I hand the glass back, he says, “Would you believe me if I told you this was all an elaborate setup to get you in my home?”

I don’t know why, but that makes me laugh.

“Seems like a lot of trouble for a not-so-sure thing. You could have just asked me to pop by.”

“Right. Easy as that.” He smiles at me in a way that makes me feel like I’ve missed something. “Anyway, it was a gamble, but it paid off. You’re here, and I get what I really want for my birthday.”

He looks intense again, and it’s frightening me.

Before I realize it, I’ve gotten up to start heading toward the door again.

“Sit down,” he says, pushing me back down on the couch and making it clear it was no suggestion.

II.

SCOTT

“
S
cott, what are you doing?” Bridge says, her beautiful brown eyes wide and making her look sweet and innocent, and somehow, even more tempting.

If she thinks she’s getting out of here without giving me my birthday gift, she is sorely mistaken.

This isn’t about a birthday gift, of course—I’ve had the hots for her for a long time, and I had to squash my desire because the circumstances weren’t exactly ideal.

But now she’s here alone with me, single, as far as I can tell, and I’m not letting her get away.

It’s been an agonizing six months waiting for her, but I think she’s finally ready for all I have to give.

I just have to convince her that it’s time.

“I don’t mean to scare you, Bridge, but I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a long while.”

She lets out a nervous laugh.

“What moment?”

The moment before I get to take you.

“The moment I have you all to myself,” I say.

She shifts on the couch, and I can tell she’s considering getting up again.

“I’m still not sure what you mean,” she says.

She knows exactly what I mean, and I bet she’s wet right now, anticipating my plans.

She is breathing hard—her chest lifting and falling rapidly, her tempting mouth hanging slightly open—and it’s taking everything in me not to grab her lips with mine, dart my tongue in her mouth, take her down on that couch so that she is stuck beneath me, and fondle her until I can’t take it anymore and I’ve ripped off her clothes.

But I don’t want to scare her too much. Just yet.

“Have you been seeing anyone?” I ask her. “Since you and Darren split?”

She shakes her head.

She probably hasn’t fucked anyone casually either. I wouldn’t usually put anything past anyone, but the way she’s reacting right now—I don’t know if she has ever fucked casually.

“No one?” I insist. “Not even to scratch an itch?”

She shakes her head again.

I try not to think about how tight she must be. How tight and wet and warm…

“Will you do me a favor?” I say.

“M-maybe,” she stammers.

“You said you wanted me to give you an idea of what to get me as my birthday gift, and I have an idea.”

“Okay…” Her eyes are darting between the door and me.

She is still scared. Still hesitant. And what I’m about to say is not gonna help with any of that.

“Let me lick you, Bridge.”

It takes her a second, but she says, “Excuse me?” with a bit of disbelief in her voice.

I can’t exactly blame her.

“Let me put my head between your legs and lick you to completion. Let my lips grab your pussy, my tongue lick you all over until you come all over my face. You need some release, Bridge, and I want to give it to you.”

She’s probably gushing, and I have to use all my restraint not to go in for the kill and take advantage of her vulnerability. I need to ease her in so I can ease myself in.

She moves her mouth like a fish for a few seconds before words come out.

She hasn’t slapped me or darted for the door again, so I figure things are looking good for me. Push come to shove, I’ll kick things up a notch to convince her that having my tongue all over her slit is a very good idea.

“H-how is that a favor to you?” she finally squeaks out.

“I want to bring you pleasure, Bridge. Making you happy in this way—in any way—would be a gift to me.”

She is confused, but she wants it,—I can tell. She just needs something else to help nudge her in my direction.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Bridge, and I understand that this is a bit sudden, but l can’t let an opportunity like this slip away. You’re here, and I still want you, and even if I can’t have all of you, I can deal with just a taste for now.”

I slide myself next to her, lowering my voice and watch her defenses shatter as her eyes seem to close against her will, and it seems she is offering her neck to me.

“I’ll make sure it’s
very
good for you,” I say in her ear.

I see she has lost the battle with herself as she looks around.

Right—messy-ass living room is not exactly the best place to get down and dirty the way I want.

Before she changes her mind, I scoop her up off the couch and start carrying her toward my bedroom.

Bridget couldn’t make herself say yes, couldn’t speak aloud her desire to have my mouth on her, but I will make her say yes over and over. She’s a fool if she thinks it’ll stop here.

I lay her on my bed and lift her skirt up, unwilling to waste another second.

I pull her red, lacy panties down, flinging them aside and hoping they’d be hard to find when we’re done so I can keep them, then I lower my mouth to her glistening pussy.

She lets out a throaty moan, and when I glance up, I see her gripping my sheets, her head leaning back.

Controlling myself is going to be much harder than I thought, and I focus on doing exactly what I promised her, ignoring my demanding, throbbing dick and satisfying the needs of the beautiful girl in front of me.

And what a pretty kitty she has—teasing me, begging for my lips, my tongue.

I flicker my tongue over her folks and watch her squirm, enjoying the sounds leaving her mouth. I tease her entrance, dart my tongue across her clit. I suck on her juicy lips hard, savoring the gush of moisture lubricating her pussy and readying her for the rest of me. I eat her until she is moaning and gasping helplessly, fucking my face in wild, desperate need.

Then I use my finger pads to tease her clit gently while my mouth is busy with her folds. I suck and lick and pull at her until her moans are more rhythmic, and I can tell she is on the verge of climax.

“Jesus, I can’t take it!” she screams right before thrusting her pussy toward me and coming hard against my face and the finger I’ve slipped inside her.

I can feel her body pulsating, her insides beating in orgasmic rhythm, and I just can’t take it anymore—my dick is raging.

I raise myself up and let my cock out, shedding my jeans in a flash

She looks at me with worried eyes, glancing down at my engorged member.

“Wait, you said it would just be…!”

“I know, and I’m sorry, Bridge, but I can’t just…stop,” I say, finding her entrance with the tip of my cock and rubbing it over her slick folds.

I almost plunge it in her right then.

But I use every bit of restraint in me to say, “But do you really want me to?”

She doesn’t answer, but I can see the answer written all over her.

She is biting her lip from begging me, using her eyes to tell me to go on, once again, unwilling to say out loud how much she wants me.

I tease her with my cock some more, caressing her folds and her entrance.

I want her to admit it; I need her to say how much she wants my cock.

“God, Scott just push it in!” she says, and I happily oblige her, ramming it inside her.

She cries out, and I take a moment to savor the feel of her slick, velvety walls around my dick, gripping it like some fucking virgin.

There’s no way I’ll get to last a while—not this time.

I start moving in her, squeezing against her pussy, shoving my cock in and out of her with wild need.

While I push against her, I start working at her top, lamenting not being able to see her boobs while I take her.

Instead of taking it all the way off, I just push her top up, and once her boobs pop out, her nipples staring at me, I lose it a little more and start ramming her harder and faster, making her cry out my name helplessly.

Jesus, this is all sweeter than I imagined, and with her wild cries in my ear, one of her hands grasping at my hair and the other on one of my contracting ass cheeks, plus the tight grip of her juicy pussy, orgasm starts making its way through me, and with a few more thrusts, I come hard inside her, doubly gifted by a second orgasm from her as she contracts around my dick, milking me harder and drawing out my orgasm longer.

I feel the climax straight through to my curling toes, and I hate the thought of having to pull out of her at some point, but it sure as hell isn’t happening now.

I collapse on top of her, my dick still pulsing in her.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me. “That was amazing.”

Warmth passes over me—at both her words and the feel of her embracing me, her soft, warm skin against mine.

How I savored every time I got the opportunity to feel her against me—every hug we shared meant more to me that a simple social observance, a polite gesture.

I know she still might not be ready to take things a little further, but this at least a hell of a start.

I remember I might be crushing her when I realize she is breathing sort of strangely.

“Sorry,” I say, moving to roll off of her, my cock withdrawing reluctantly from the warmth and comfort of her body.

I could swear I hear a moan of protest from her too.

I snuggle up next to her, keeping our bodies as close as possible, enveloping her with my arms.

“Will you spend the night?” I ask her.

She only moans again in response, and when I look at her, I realize she is half asleep.

Thank goodness it’s the weekend—she doesn’t have to work tomorrow.

Getting to keep her overnight with me is yet another gift.

Keep ‘em coming, Lady Luck.

When my eyes open, Bridget is still next to me breathing softly, looking beautiful.

I am unprepared for the joy that surges through me at the sight of her in my bed, partially naked and sleeping sweetly.

It just feels so right for her to be there, and I guess part of me thought I had made up last night, but it all happened, and she is still here.

I squeeze her to me and feel bad about her falling asleep partially clothed.

She would probably be embarrassed though she has no need to be.

She is sort of naked from the boob down, but her top is still stuck around her, and her skirt is still sort of on, fluttered around her waist and exposing her pussy.

I consider pulling her clothes off completely, but I don’t want to risk waking her; in fact, I want to surprise her.

As soon as I step out of the bedroom, I remember the party last night and the mess throughout the rest of the house.

I did not plan this part at all, figuring if my plan worked, why the hell would I invite some stranger in my house to clean while I’m fucking Bridget’s lights out?

But I would hate for her to wake up to this—the mess would mar my plans for her.

I had planned to make her breakfast, and I’ll still do that, but I’ll bring it to her in the room so we can ignore the rest of the house for a while.

I laugh to myself and shake my head.

Breakfast in bed already. Better not spoil her too fast!

But who am I kidding? I want to treat her like the sweet princess she is, and if serving her in more ways than one helps her see she should give me a shot, so be it.

I get started on the eggs and hope I get to finish the whole thing before she awakes.