Deviant: Calla & Jason (The Billionaire Voyeur)

CHAPTER 8 - Calla & Jason

CALLA

The light in this room never turns off, I realize.

The room is a little brighter in what I assume is daytime, but when we get ready to sleep, the light only dims a bit—I guess to give our eyes a break, and give us a chance to actually rest while making sure our kidnapper doesn't miss anything that could happen in the dark, I don't know.

In any case, we're visible at all times to anyone with working eyes—everything we do is in the light, nothing in shadow.

I lie there on that horrible ground, unable to sleep. Too much is tossing inside of me.

What are you going to do, Calla Lily Thompson? I ask myself.

God, my mom must have been some kind of hippy or something, giving me a name like that. I say 'must have been' because she died when I was five, not because she grew into some refined version of herself.

I feel kind of bad because I can barely remember her. I have glimpses of her locked in me that pop into my brain every now and then, but at this point in life, I can no longer tell the difference between dreams and memories.

In any case, I certainly don't have her advice to fall back on.

What does one do in a situation like this? Then again, how many mothers have advice for when you get kidnapped and locked in a room with one of your suddenly-sexy old friends, and the only way to get back to your regular life is to boink him? How does one go back to the way things were after that?

I never intended to follow through with our kidnapper's desires, and I don't know what this makes me, but I almost want to seduce Jason now. How dare he pretend he's not attracted to me? I know he had a crush on me way back in the day, and I know that didn't just totally disappear, despite the circumstances. I've seen burning desire on his face right here in this room—I didn't make that up!

I know he's had girlfriends, and I know he's happy for me and Scott, but I also know he still feels something for me somewhere, beyond our comfy friendship. Being with him these past few days or whatever, I realized whatever he felt for me is still there.

And now he thinks he can pretend I'm chopped liver? We'll just see about that.

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JASON

I had only said I wouldn't give up the bed again, but after spending a night on it, I mean it. We'll just have to find a way to share—lie feet to head, whatever. I didn't even want to get up when my eyes opened.

I kind of just stare at the ceiling for a bit, not even looking over at Calla on the ground.

I catch a flash of her when she gets up, but I still don't turn, although I can sort of see her out of the corner of my eye. I'm still kind of ticked, honestly.

Suddenly, with no warning at all, she starts taking off her clothes.

"I'm going to take a shower. Turn away if you want, I don't care anymore," she says.

My head snaps in her direction.

I am riveted—I'm not even sure if she says anything else once she starts stripping; I can concentrate on nothing else as more and more of her creamy flesh is revealed. There's no taking my eyes off of her once she's down to her underwear, and my cock goes from a gentle nudge of awakening to a full-blown erection once her bra comes off and her breasts say hello.

I feel like she is smiling in satisfaction, but I can't see if I'm right since my eyes have attached themselves to her lower half, waiting for her to expose the rest of her.

But all I see is her butt as she turns to take her panties off, but still, that peek of pink I see briefly before taking in her beautiful round cheeks almost sends me into a tailspin.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop watching her, even after she turns the shower on. Probably especially because, since I'm getting the side view of her now. God, her body is beautiful; Scott is so fucking lucky!

Her head lifts toward the shower head, exposing her lovely neck, blond hair darkening from the water.

She has a perfect curve to her perky breasts, her nipples hardening under the spray. Her stomach is flat, her waist small, her hips and butt begging to be cupped by my hands as I ram into her.

Whoa. Okay, Jason, just look away, I tell myself. Look away now, and not just because she can see her affect on you in more ways than one.

I wish there were some books or something around because all I have to stare at is her, and my body starts to rage.

Oh well. What can I say? She has thrown the gauntlet down; she asked for it.

I leave the bed, discard my boxers, then head for the shower.

Her eyes are still closed to the spray, but they open when I'm a foot away from her. There's no time for her to do anything but accept my presence there in the shower with her, and then my hands on her arms as I bring her closer to me, away from the direct spray. Then my tongue as I meet that sweet, welcoming mouth of hers.

You must understand—I have wanted this girl the whole time I have been able to grow body hair. She has haunted my dreams, and I have fantasized in the daytime more than once about kissing her.

My cock hardened long ago, but having her there, naked and wet, and kissing me back like she has been waiting forever for this too, reminds me of the next logical step.

I lead her from the shower, not breaking the lock of our lips, and back her up to the nearest wall. Still exploring her hot, sweet mouth with my tongue, my hands start wandering, and my fingers trail their way up and down her arms, over her stomach, move up to graze her hard nipples, and then find their way back down to her center.

Christ, she is wet, and I nearly hoist her leg up and push myself in her right away, but I manage to control myself a bit longer, and dip my finger in and out of her tight slickness. She lets out a sound that makes it almost impossible to continue teasing her, but I bend my head to run my lips over her breasts and my tongue over her nipples before I stand and lift one of her legs. I line the tip of my cock up with her entrance as I adjust both of her legs around me.

"God, Jason, just do it! I want you inside of..."

The words are barely out before I push myself inside of her, and she cries out—one of the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.

She isn't going anywhere against that wall and clearly doesn't plan to. She takes every thrust like a champ, and I have no mercy. She's so wet, so luscious, and I need to feel those soft, velvety lips of hers against me as I thrust into her, over and over again. She holds on to me for the ride, and I grab her ass cheeks to rock her against me.

She cries out for more.

"Yes, Jason!" she breathes, and her moaning and the way she keeps saying my name and squeezing me to her, hard nipples and soft breasts brushing against me as I plow her tight, slick pussy drives me to the edge, and I can't help fucking her harder and faster. Unable to pull myself from her, the next thing I know, I'm being milked, and her inner walls are squeezing against me deliciously as she wails in climax.

We stay locked, panting and recovering from the ride, pulsing around each other, my throbbing cock still inside her.

Even though I reached the pinnacle with her and my hearing still hasn't completely returned, I'm still hard, and in no time, ready to go another round.