Taken (Roc)

Dreamer

Jojo was out like a night light within five minutes after taking the pills. I sat there for hours and watched her try to toss and turn. Her face would scrunch up every time something touched her side. I sat on the other side of the room, rotating stress balls in my hand. I then got bored and kicked off my shoes, climbing onto the bed. I took her shirt off slowly and put a few bandages over her stitches. I then touched her neck with my index finger, tracing a straight line from underneath her chin, down her chest and past her stomach, to the bow in her shorts. I pulled an end, watching the bow desmantle.

"Oops..." I glanced at her face and saw that she was still sleeping. Of course. Jojo and sleeping pills don't mix. She's a heavy sleeper anyway. I placed my hands on her hips and worked her shorts off cautiously. She moved a little. I stared at my beauty in her sexy laced panties. I wanted badly to touch...to feel...to taste her skin.

JOJO

The sweet feeling of Trey Songz lips kissing on my body. Mmm...slow down Trey. We got all night. His hands roamed my body slowly, caressing my breasts as he handled me gently. One minute I was cleaning my room, then this sexy ass nigga steps out of my poster. Hell. I didn't mind. He kissed his way down my body, reaching my panty-line, where he tugged on my panties with his teeth.

"Jojo..." He mumbled against my skin, taking in my scent and pulling my panties down slowly. I didn't respond. I watched his sexy ass take off my panties. I was jaw-dropped. His skin....Oh my God...It was so damn oily looking, and he didnt have a shirt on! Baby! Yessss 😩💦 He blew on my kitty, sending chills down my spine as he looked up at me seductively.

ROC

Jojo purred in her sleep, starting to slowly whine her hips. I hadn't even done anything yet. I was literally movements away from touching her. My fingers held onto the rim of her panties, but I hadn't pulled them down yet. She was getting wetter, and I was losing my mind, trying not to touch her.

JOJO

It all happened so fast. One minute I was shaking, trying to catch my breath. The next minute my nails are digging into the sheets, and I'm going crazy, losing my mind.

ROC

She moaned softly. I sat up and watched her in amusement.

"We got a case of Sexomnia here?" I asked myself, watching her body jerk. She whimpered. I somewhat found it sexy. Jojo inhaled slowly, and let out a slow, breath-like moan.

"To be a virgin, you seem like a freak, Jojo. I don't know about you...." I told her as if she could hear me. She slowly tilted her head back and gripped my sheets softly.

"You like soaking your panties, huh? You better not get my bed wet." Her eyebrows drew together as she gripped the sheets a little tighter, moaning louder.

"I like the sound of that." I whispered. A grin spread across my lips. She managed to fuck her own ponytail up, and she lost one of her earrings in the bed. Just the sound of her voice gave me chills. I left the room before I could feel myself starting to get hard. Fuck all that shit.

JOJO

Trey was standing at the edge of my bed, buckling his belt. I watched him. He buttoned up his shirt and winked at me, walking back towards the poster. I got up and chased him. Once he stepped back into the poster, I hit the wall and fell on the ground. How come I can't go through walls? 😓

I woke up in less pain than I was in before, so I was relieved. However, Trey Songz disappeared, and I still had my clothes on...well, some of my clothes. Why the hell does this shit happen every time I sleep? It always ends up with me waking up to find the shit isn't real, nor has it ever happened to me.

"Fuck!" I whisper yelled to myself. I realized that I was in the room, inside the house that I was being held captive in. I brought my hands up to my face and rubbed my eyes, sitting up. My thumbs ran aross my ears, and I realized that one of my earrings were missing. I started massaging my ear while looking around on the bed to see if I could find it. Those earrings are my mothers, and I refuse to lose them. The door opened and in came the boy. I forgot his name.

"Where'd you go?" I asked sleepily. He glared at me.

"....."

"........."

"I was supposed to be watching you. However, you seem to moan and fuck people in your sleep. So I left before I did something I would regret."

"Where's my clothes?..."

"I took them off. What the fuck does it look like? Stop asking stupid ass questions."

"...."

"Get up. It's time for you to eat something."

We left the room and went into the kitchen. I saw pizza, so I went over to the counter and started stuffing my face. In the middle of chewing my pizza, I look over and see the boy. He had just made eye contact with me from looking at my ass, I could tell. I then remembered that he took off my clothes, and I was standing in his kitchen with nothing on but my bra and a pair of moist panties. He smiled. I didn't.

"You dream of having sex often?" He asked.

Yes. I don't know when the shit kicked in...probably around..fourteen...I started thinking about sex...One night it was an accident...like, a dream or something, and after that, it started being an everyday thing, taking place when I slept or napped. I think it really took place when all of my friends told me how they were sexually active, and they'd tell me stories on how good it felt.

"No, I don't."

"....Right."

"Let me finish my pizza...please." I said, looking down at my plate. I saw him nod from the corner of my eye. He walked out of my eyesight. I put my head in my hands and sighed. My greasy fingers rubbed against my cheeks. I then felt a hand grab my ass. I quickly stood up straight. The boy pecked and began to nibble at my earlobe. I'm ticklish, so I started laughing, and it kind of turned me on. I elbowed him in his stomach. He groaned and bent forward with his hands over his stomach. I took a step back, bumping against the counter. He looked up at me, and I could tell that he was pissed off. He balled up his fists. I ran around the house, being chased by a pissed off sailor who looked like he was about to beat the shit out of me. I almost tripped, but I kept going. I was then pushed on the floor, and I remember jabs and punches being thrown at my stomach, on my arms, at my face and legs. Pain spread throughout my body. I curled up into a ball, trying to protect my stomach and my head. He picked me up and threw me down the stairs. I rolled for what seemed like minutes. It felt like I broke every fucking bone in my body. When I hit the floor, I froze. My hands were right in front of me. They shook. I remember being on the floor for a while. I remember trying to cry myself to sleep, but I wasn't falling asleep at all.