by Ivana Shaft
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.
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 arra
ngements 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.”
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.
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 a
nd 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.
11
Jason
“My, my, my. That was quite extraordinary, my dear lovebirds.”
Somehow, I always manage to forget that creep is watching.
Calla shoots me an almost unreadable look, but I detect vulnerability there. Dare I say, sadness? We are nearly there indeed.
“Soon, you will both go back to your homes and lives, but something tells me that something has changed for you, Calla. Care to share?”
“Go fuck yourself, Voice.”
The person behind the voice laughs and so do I, but I have to stifle it.
“Oh, I do, Calla, and you have facilitated some amazing moments of such. But can I just tell you how delicious you are from both the front and back? Your body is so tight, so toned and healthy and feminine. And I imagine oh so soft, right, Jason? Those beautiful perky breasts, the way her tight little bottom tightens more as she rides you, and all her marvelous other parts.”
