by Ivana Shaft
“Chad!”
“I can’t wait to hear you moan my name instead. To hear you whisper it in ecstasy.”
His fingers find my core, and currents of desire and need run through me.
I can’t talk—can’t do anything but enjoy the feel of his fingertips on my feminine folds and then slipping inside me.
I ache for more relief.
Then his hand suddenly withdraws from me and my body protests, but it gives me a chance to say, “Chad, we can’t do this. Kevin…”
“…is probably fucking some random stranger right now,” he says, beginning to pull off my nighty.
What the hell is he talking about? And what did that have to do with what he was doing to me right now?
“You think he’s cheating on me?”
“Probably. I know he has at least kissed a coworker before that he hasn’t told you about. What if he’s doing more than kissing now? Here’s your chance to get him back, and mine to finally see what it’s like to be buried inside you.”
Well, at least he’s keeping it honest.
Still, I’m more confused than ever. What a time to betray his friend!
“How do I know you’re not just saying that to get me to give in?”
He smiles in a way that chills and heats me simultaneously.
“Something tells me I didn’t have to say a damned thing; you were already mine.”
The next thing I know he’s on top of me.
He parts my legs and I feel the tip of him at my entrance, and the taste of it—so close—drives me wild.
“Oh god, Chad,” I whimper.
He is busy at my neck, and just as I’m about to actually beg him to take me, I feel him enter me fully, and I cry out in pleased shock, his hard cock pushing against my inner walls and filling me.
“Yesss,” he says as he bottoms out inside me, drawing out the word, and when I look at him, his head is leaning back and his eyes are closed as we stay pelvis to pelvis.
You’d swear he’s been thinking about this for years!
Wait, has he?
I don’t have much time to wonder as he starts moving inside me, thrusting hard and deep, taking his pleasure from my willing body as he moves in and out of my wet pussy.
I hold on for the ride, occasionally rising to meet his thrusts and take him deeper.
I let my hands travel over his firm arms, slide my palms over his sculpted back, feel the clench of his tight ass as he squeezes into me, massaging my insides with is stiff man-meat.
I feel light, heady with pleasure, tossed among the waves of ecstasy with every hard thrust, every masculine groan, every soft touch of his lips, his rough hands, his long dick.
I feel silly for trying to resist the force between us, for almost passing up this delicious ride.
I’m glad Chad decided to take me, and there’s no way I’m going to pass up a chance like this again.
Soon, I feel his rhythm shift, and the way he pounds me lets me know he’s rising to a climax.
I’m right on his tail.
As he fucks me hard and fast, I explode in orgasm, feeling like I’ve been thrust into another dimension, my sight and hearing fading a bit.
I bathe him in my juices, and with his final thrusts, he does the same for me.
I feel his hot liquid shoot inside of me and I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight as he squeezes his ass one last time, shuddering as if milking himself to the last drop.
My hearing eventually returns fully, and as I lie on my back, spent, and he rolls to the side of me, I can’t help but smile as I look forward to the next two weeks of moments like this.
The next day doesn’t disappoint.
Since I’m off today, Chad and I shower together, and he fucks me there, pushing into me against the wall.
We clean up, get dressed and head to brunch, and then we stare at each other the whole time, the burning promise in his eyes probably reflected in mine.
I can’t forget the way he felt the night before and earlier this morning as he thrust into my body, digging into me like he was signing his name, and I can’t wait for him to own my body again. I need to feel his lips on my neck, my chest, the apex of my breasts. I want to feel his lips make their way down my stomach until they reach the soft flesh between my legs. I want his tongue to flicker over me, probing my tingling folds. I need him to suck me till I come, and then pound me until he explodes inside me.
We eat our food slowly and deliberately, letting the anticipation build as we say nothing with our mouths and everything with our eyes.
As we head back to the apartment, there’s no doubt the first thing we will do.
I ache a little from his wide cock fucking me hard twice after my body has been neglected for so long, but I ache more to have him fill me again.
We are barely inside the condo before he starts ripping my clothes off.
As I stand naked, he disposes of his shirt but leaves his jeans on.
He picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter, and then loosens himself from his jeans.
He fingers me for a bit, making sure I am dripping wet, and then he slips his cock inside of me, emitting a masculine groan that makes me throw my head back in heightened pleasure.
He keeps me close to him as he pushes himself in and out, and the close contact of his pelvis on my clit intensifies my pleasure. His male flesh stroking my pulsating parts in so many places sends me close to the edge in no time.
His rhythm increases as my body reaches a crescendo, and we are again exploding all over each other, pulsing and pulsing and pulsing.
I hold him tight to me, and he does the same.
We stay that way for a long time, letting our breathing slowly decrease in speed together, our heartbeats competing until they both slow back down.
I love the way he feels inside me, and I don’t look forward to the moment he necessarily has to pull out once we finally move from the kitchen.
Still, I am satisfied that, in due time, he’ll be inside me again—hard, demanding, claiming my body as his.
4
Chad
Days of having Avery in my bed only leaves me hungry for more.
She is every bit as luscious as I thought she’d be, melting under my touch, moistening for me at the slightest glance. She is warm and soft and tantalizing, and her body squeezes my cock so succulently, I can’t get enough of her.
I fuck her in her room, in my room, against the wall, and on the couch. I pin her beneath me and make her take it hard, and I bend her in front of me and pound her from behind. I listen to her moan and whimper and beg me for more. I make her scream my name. I fuck her with my fingers, my cock, my mouth. She gets it whether she’s off for the day or back home from hours on her feet. Morning, afternoon, and in the dead of night, I fuck Avery every chance I get; I’m insatiable when it comes to her.
Soon, it’s almost time for Kevin to come back.
The two weeks are up, and it’s Sunday—the day Kevin drives back into town. If all goes well, he’ll be back at the condo by around five.
I can’t wait to see Avery’s face when she figures out what I’m up to next.
“One more for the road?” she asked me this morning, and I was happy to oblige her in my bed.
She has already washed me off the sheets in her room, but she will soon learn it was futile to do so.
We get brunch together, but as soon as we get back to the apartment, she goes to her room as if it’s all over and we’re back to some regularly scheduled program.
Silly girl—I’m not done with her yet.
I keep a close eye on the time, and as soon as four thirty hits, I go to her room and ask her if she’s hungry.
She looks up from her book with a slight smile and a “no thanks” on her lips, but her words fade as she realizes I’m not talking about food.
“You know we can’t anymore,” she says, putting the book down and staring at me with alarm in her eyes.
“Why not?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Because Kevin’s coming back?”
“Duh,” she says, and I laugh.
“Kevin is not a factor,” I say, and she looks at me like I’m crazy.
“What the hell are you talking about? Of course he is!”
But I ignore her and move toward her.
I pull her up from the bed until she’s pressed against me, and I’m about to seduce her when I hear a car pull up.
I can tell that she heard it too, and she starts to panic. We both know it’s Kevin.
“There’s something else I know about your fiancé that you don’t,” I say, gripping her hand tightly as I lead her to the receiving area.
“What’s that?” she asks, and I can tell she is truly intrigued.
“You will find out soon enough.”
I stop several feet away from the door and hold her tight.
She’s panicking again and trying to pull away, but I hold fast, trapping her against me.
“What are you doing?” she asks desperately, her eyes rounded in fear.
“Don’t worry, he deserves this, and he knows it,” I say, confusing her enough that she relaxes temporarily as she tries to make sense of my words.
As we hear the key in the door, she starts struggling again.
“Trust me,” I say, looking at her intently, and she stills once more as Kevin continues to fumble at the door.
Finally, the door swings open, and Kevin sees us locked in the embrace and freezes.
I smile at him, although I’m sure my smile doesn’t match my eyes nor my voice as I say, “Hello, Kevin. Welcome home.”
Kevin says nothing and simply glances back and forth between the two of us, blinking absently.
“Why don’t you go ahead and pull that in,” I say, indicating his suitcase, “and then close the door and sit on the couch for us?”
I try not to laugh at Avery’s shocked face as Kevin does exactly as he is told, as if under a spell.
Once the front door is closed and the suitcase pulled to the side, Kevin sits and stares as if waiting for the next set of instructions, which I know he is.
“You will watch me fuck her,” I say to him, and Avery’s eyes widen more as she uselessly tries to pull away again.
“No way,” she says, shaking her head while Kevin nods, unzipping his pants to let his dick out.
When Avery notices what he has done, her enchanting mouth drops open and she stops struggling.
“Pretend he’s not here,” I say to her.
“How the hell am I supposed to do that?”
“I’ll help you,” I say as I pull her top off before she knows what’s happening.
I let her keep her bra on for now.
Then I work on her bottoms, staring into her eyes the entire time, and she seems in a trance as I fix her with my gaze.
Now unzipped and loosened, I work her jeans down her leg, lowering myself with them, and when they pool around her ankles, I help her free her feet from them and toss them.
By now, I’m on my knees in front of her, and I stay there.
Her panties remain, and I start pulling them down too.
She hesitates again, looking over at Kevin.
“Kevin knows he’s only half the man I am,” I say. “He knows you deserve a real man, don’t you, Kevin?”
I know Kevin’s nodding, although my eyes never leave Avery’s face.
“He knows he deserves to be punished—for losing all of your money, for kissing that coworker, what was it, a year or so ago?”
I imagine Kevin nods again, and I watch Avery’s face tighten. Her attention turns back to me.
She is game.
“Now he’ll have to hear me fuck your brains out for as long as we’re all here together. He’s lucky I’m letting him watch this time. Maybe he’ll get to watch again some other time.”
And with that, I swiftly rid her of her panties and bury my face in her pussy.
She lets out a soft moan of pleasure and her hands find my head as she gently holds it there while I lick her until she is gasping and whispering my name.
I have no doubt she has completely forgotten about Kevin now.
When I feel she is close to tumbling over the edge of orgasm, I pull away and raise myself to a standing position.
I lift one of her legs, guiding it around me and holding her steady, and then encourage her to trust her weight to me as I hoist her up and wrap the other leg around me.
I grab my rigid cock and find her entrance, and I stuff her with my meat, her legs entwined behind me.
I bounce her on my cock and stay there fucking her for a while before finding an expanse of wall to squash her against, catching a glimpse of Kevin’s hand rapidly moving up and down his thick shaft as I do so.
With some of her weight supported by the wall, I’m able to push into her harder, and squeezing into her like that with Kevin watching us drives me crazy.
I explode inside Avery with a thunderous grunt, my ass cheeks clenching hard as I orgasm.
Avery screams my name in her own climax, and we stay there for a while, slowly coming down from the explosive high.
I know the exact moment she remembers that we have an audience, and when she looks over at Kevin, I do too.
The look on her face as she sees that Kevin’s own fountain has erupted while he sits relaxed on the couch, a silly grin on his face, leaves me with no doubt that she realizes, as I did long ago, that this arrangement will work out for all of us.
END
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Deviant: Calla & Jason - Part 1
Rowena
SYNOPSIS
Billionaire Errol Jameson is bored. Money has been able to buy him everything, and with all life goals met—including easy access to beautiful, willing women—he needs new challenges. He decides to create his own reality show to appease his voyeuristic tendencies, his first unwitting test subjects and show stars: Calla & Jason.
Jason has been in love with his best friend’s girl for a while now. The three of them have known each other since adolescence, but Scott whisked Calla away before Jason could even begin to make sense of—and act on—the tender feelings he has for Calla. But life has thrown an unexpected curveball, and he finds himself trapped in an unfamiliar place with Calla, who has also been kidnapped.
A disembodied voice tells them that the only way they’ll be freed is to give in to carnal intimacy—an idea that appalls and disgusts the faithful, prim Calla.
Will they find another way out? If not, how long until they give in to the demands, and what will become of their relationship after?
* * *
This is part 1 of a love triangle dark erotic romance told in 3 parts. All parts available in one volume.
Copyright © 2014, Rowena Risqué
Prologue
The Voyeur
People feel safe with all of their clothes on.
That slim piece of cotton, silk, or polyester functions as a kind of barrier, one that supposedly keeps us from jumping each other’s bones out of sheer visual stimulation. How many of us can see a naked person and not think of sex, even if in the context of not wanting it with that person?
I like to see people stripped naked—and not just in a literal, physical way. I knew I was a voyeur from an early age—as many people are; I lived for glimpses of people having sex. As a teenaged boy, porn quickly wore out for me, and I had to see the acts live and in the flesh, so to speak. Now, I can get off no other way.
Luckily, my massive funds allow me to indulge in as many ways as I can think of—and, believe me, I’ve thought of many.
I’m bored of watching willing participants, however; it’s time to orchestrate a different kind of show.
/> And so it begins.
Calla and Jason are both twenty-four, and neither of them could have known what hit them.
Once released from their ropes, blindfolds and gags, the two were relieved to see each other as the lights turned on and they figured out that they were in trouble together, since they know each other.
She’s a cute blonde with large dark eyes—at least a nine when dressed up, and that’s saying something, as I’ve had my share of tens.
He’s a good-looking, well-built lad with dark hair and green eyes.
They are friends, and have been for a while; in fact, his best friend is her boyfriend.
This will be such fun!
For all the bravado, people are slaves to chemical reactions, mere pawns of biological imperatives.
Let the games begin.
1
Jason
When I see the look on Calla’s face, I realize we are in this together.
I don’t know what hit me—all I know is that everything went black, and after slowly awakening to the sight of darkness in what felt like a moving vehicle, I struggled against my confines for a while before blacking out again.
The next time I woke up, my hands were free from their bonds, and I was able to see again instead of having constant blackness in front of my eyes like when I tried to before.
The odd voice that suddenly comes into the small, unfamiliar and dimly lit room with the weirdly smooth gray walls makes both Calla and me jump. It sounds distorted and sends a chill up my spine.
“Hello, Jason and Calla,” it says. “You don’t know me, but I know you two rather well. The long and short of the matter is this: the sooner you make love to each other, the sooner you’ll be released. You may think you can possibly escape this space without doing so, but you will discover quickly how mistaken you are. There is only one way out of this chamber, and I have already given you the key.”
