Deviant: Calla & Jason (The Billionaire Voyeur)

CHAPTER 9 - Calla

I am breathing hard and still in a daze after having Jason take me.

No doubt I asked for it, and boy am I glad I got it; Jason felt amazing inside of me. He fucked me with such passion and need, my pussy never stopped tingling and wanting more until he was squeezing me to him, his hands cupping my butt cheeks, and then all I could do was surrender to orgasmic pleasure. Being so near that gorgeous chest of his, my soft tummy brought up against his hard abs as his cock plunged into me over and over, his pelvic area teasing my clit because of the way he held me up...god, yes.

I didn't give a shit if some old skeevy bastard was watching us; in fact, when I realize Jason is ready to go again, and I remember we are indeed being watched, it turns me on even more.

This time, I want to give a show, and I definitely want to grab the reins.

I indicate the bed, and once Jason releases me, I walk him backward toward it, then push him down on it. I climb over him, then play with the head of his cock, teasing him with my entrance until he's had enough and roughly pulls me down on him, making me cry out at the sharp reentry. Then I angle myself for maximum pleasure for the ride.

I bounce up and down on him, letting myself accept every inch of him and the way he fills me, massaging my insides with his firm, long member.

I bend toward him so that my clit gets massaged too, and when I feel myself about to come again, I straighten back up while he pushes in and out of me—I'm not done with his sweet dick yet. But soon, he grabs me and pulls me down so that my breasts are squashed against him, and he grabs my ass while his body tightens in a familiar way. With my tingling bud against him as he rides me from underneath, I explode in orgasm, and he's not far behind.

I am really tired this time, and I end up collapsing the short distance on top of him.

I suddenly realize that the room is the perfect temperature, but we are both sweating and panting as if we just ran a hundred-meter dash.

It feels so good to be on top of him like this—to have our skins touch each other so intimately, all of our most sensitive parts lined up.

Euphoric is the word that comes to mind.

I haven't had a good fuck session like this in...forever, it seems.

Now that I'm locked in his embrace as we come down from our high, reality begins to set in, and I start to wonder how I can look at Jason—and Scott—after this.

I roll off of Jason and decide to face the wall for as long as I can while I think about how to proceed.

My thoughts are interrupted by a slow round of applause, and I am reminded of our distant third party.

I turn away from the wall, but I still don't look at Jason, looking around at the walls and ceiling instead.

"Well done, Calla!" the voice says. "My, your peach ass looks marvelous squeezing like that, and to see him plugged into you—I can only imagine what it must have felt like to finally have her, right, Jason? We have done each other a great favor.

"I suppose you want to know, now, that I have kept my word and will let you two go. Well, you'll be happy to know that I am indeed a man of my word, and you have fulfilled my initial terms, so you will be freed soon. I will start to make arrangements and the two of you will be out of here within three days.

"Once again, that was quite amazing. I wish you two could see yourselves. You can if you'd like—it has been recorded. Don't look so worried—I have no intention of releasing the tape to anyone. It is for my own personal pleasure—I am simply offering you a copy."

He bursts into laughter.

"Don't look so scandalized, Calla! Ah, poor Jason. You would love to have it, wouldn't you? But she would have your head if you so requested. I might do you two the favor of having it set up and replayed for you before you go. Therefore, the tape stays with me, but you can see the way Calla's beautiful breasts bounced, the way your glistening cock got lost deep in her." The voice breaks into cackling laughter. "Hardening again, are we? You are insatiable, Jason. Can't say I blame you. You have about three more days. You're welcome."

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I turn back to the wall, unable to meet Jason's eyes.

What am I supposed to say to him?

I feel him sitting up on the bed next to me, and I know when his eyes are on me, but still can't look at him.

He has claimed my body; he has given me the time of my pussy's life. And yet, he's still my old friend in my heart, and guilt is starting to make its way in as I think about Scott. What if he isn't doing that girl, Jesse, after all?

"Hey, look at me," Jason says for like, the third time. "Calla..."

"What?" I say, not turning around.

"Are you just going to lie there the next few days?"

"If I can, yes."

"I'll be lying next to you at bedtime. You know that, right?"

I find myself getting turned on at the thought, my center pulsing in anticipation.

Damn it! I am now programmed to want him.

"I may or may not spoon you," he says softly.

"You may not!" I say, not meaning it, although the words sounded convincing even to me. I want him to spoon me all right—and dip that spoon of his in my...

"Yeah, right, Calla. You won't push me away. You like the way my arms feel around you."

I close my eyes as the lowered husky sound to his voice turns me on even more.