Deviant: Calla & Jason (The Billionaire Voyeur)

CHAPTER 10 - Jason & Calla

JASON

It's hard not to look at Calla's naked ass, so I keep looking.

I turn away when I feel myself stiffening again.

Finally, I decide to get up from the bed and take a shower. Although I like Calla's scent on me, my own sweat needs to go. Besides, me snuggling next to her all fresh and clean—she won't be able to resist me. I'm breaking her down, I know it.

I don't feel bad per se when I think about Scott—I mean who knows how long this crazy perv would have kept us here if Calla and I hadn't finally done it?

I just don't know how we're going to tell him, or even if we should. Personally, I'd prefer not to, but it'll be hard to look at him knowing his girl bloomed for me.

She shouldn't be with him anyway, but I guess I don't have a say in that at this stage.

The way I see it, I have up to three days to prove to Calla that she should be with me.

To think of her being in Scott's arms, and him touching her again makes me boil.

If there's one thing I have going for me, it's that I have successfully rocked her world. I saw it all over her—the way she panted, the way she moaned, the way her eyes took me in, how wet she got, the way she squeezed me...neither of us wanted it to end. Climax, yes, but only to start over and do it again and again.

She already knows our bodies fit, and now that I'm in her mind in a different way, I have about seventy-two hours to win her heart.

* * *

I recognize the effects of distance—physical and otherwise—and I know that distance will work for me when I see Calla's furtive glances in my direction.

The way she keeps trying to look away or hide the blazing desire in her eyes leads me to believe she's still trying to be a good girl, but she is clearly affected by our encounters and wants more of the same without asking for it.

She keeps giving herself the mental equivalent of a slap on the hand for her wayward thoughts, but she can't stop looking at me, even while she showers.

I will make her a very bad girl; I will make her beg.

I know she'll find a way to ask me for it, and I can't wait to see how.

Once Calla is done with her shower, she walks toward me where I am sitting on the bed, naked.

She doesn't pick through the silky nightwear nearby—she just climbs in next to me nude, still damp in places, and smelling like a sweet flower.

Damn it.

I was already hard from the time she shed her clothes to enter the shower, even though I looked away most of the time, and I'm even harder now.

With Calla's soft, warm body next to me, it'll be tough not to give in to what we both want. But I have an idea.

* * *

CALLA

"Sit on my face," I hear Jason say, but I'm not sure I heard correctly.

"What?"

"I said, get up here and put that sweet, warm puss over my mouth, now."

My core starts getting even slicker. His words and the way he growled them left me no desire but to follow his command as my middle buzzes to life.

I climb over him, anticipating the feel of his tongue on my clit, the anticipation driving me wild. When the tip of his tongue finally reaches me, I buck a little, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I am eager, and unbelievably sensitive there.

He flickers his tongue, getting me used to him enough so that I don't contract and pulse with every touch. When I finally settle in, I let him work me, relaxing and just enjoying the light tease of his probing tongue instead of riding his face.

"Yes, Calla, you're dripping."

The buzz of his voice and the feel of his breath and mouth so near my mound as he speaks drives me even more nuts.

Soon, he stops skillfully trailing his tongue over my hungry folds and closes his mouth over me, covering more ground with both his lips and the fleshy, muscular organ between them.

I start moving over his warm, enveloping mouth, unable to stop myself anymore.

My buttocks clenches as I swing my nether lips over his oral cavity and let both of us do the work of stringing me tighter and tighter with pleasure until my body contracts and releases, and I am coming all over him. He sucks me until I can take it no more.

"Oh my god," I breathe, still stuck in my position in the aftershocks of my climax.

I don't know how long I stay there above him, but I'm aware of his hands caressing my lower back and my butt cheeks, gently rubbing and massaging me.

As sated as I feel, I still have the desire to have his hard cock in me, and I know in a few more moments, I'll be ready for it; my ache for his throbbing organ inside of me is returning full force.

I climb off of him, hoping he'll flip me on my back and plunge into me from above while I watch his broad, muscled chest above me as we reconnect. I look forward to moving my hands down to his tight buttocks, and feeling it clench and unclench as he pushes himself in and out of me, but he doesn't do any of that.

There's no question he wants to—even if he hadn't just licked me to climax and his cock wasn't rock hard and staring at me in its deliciously aroused form right now; I know he's not hard to convince when it comes to fucking me.

Yet there he is, remaining on his back with his eyes closed as if that cock wasn't made for riding. Is that what he's waiting for? For me to take initiative and climb right on?

I bring my lips to his neck and hear him gasp. A smile escapes me. I turn the kiss into a slight bite as I turn toward him and grab one of his hands, guiding it to my hot, wet center. I make his fingers play with me, and finally, when I can't take it anymore as he refuses to take over, I say, "Make love to me, Jason. I need you to shove your cock in me and..."

He is on top of me and positioning himself to enter me before I can finish.

All I can do is gasp in pleasure when he becomes part of me and starts massaging my slick valley with his perfect rod.

God, it has never felt this good with Scott. Never.

But I sure as hell can't tell any of them that.

Jason thrusts into me in a way that seems to hit two different pleasure zones, as if my clit is being stimulated all over again, yet he's also reaching that g-spot I heard about.

As he fucks me, and I feel his orgasm growing, I realize I am indeed about to orgasm from two different places at once, and when that thunderous climax comes, I let out such a loud cry of pleasure, neighbors probably hear beyond these undoubtedly soundproof walls.

God, I love Jason.

I mean, the way he fucks, of course.

How the hell can I go back to what I had before after this?

I simply have to, somehow, but Jason has spoiled me.

Well, at least I fully understand how someone came up with the term 'mind-blowing sex'—my head feels like it's about to explode whenever he and I are one.