Deviant

by Rowena

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, and he flickers his tongue, getting me used to him enough so that I don’t contract and pulse with every touch. When I finally settled 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 as he speaks also drives me 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 clench 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 over 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.

  When 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, and look forward to moving my hands down to his tight buttocks, feeling it clench and unclench as he pushes himself in and out of me, he doesn’t do just 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, 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 stick your cock inside of me and…”

  He is over 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 valley with his perfect rod.

  God, it has never felt this good with Scott. Never. But I sure as hell couldn’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 can I go back to what I had before after this? But of course, I have to.

  Still, 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.”

  Calla shoots me an almost unreadable look. 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 something has changed, 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.”

  God, I hope this jerk’s not planning on touching her himself. I find myself filling with rage.

  “Don’t worry—I am not interested in sleeping with Calla, but there are a few more positions I’d like to see her in. I know you’d both like to get out of here, although I suspect not as passionately as before, and you should take the time you have left to figure out what you’re going to do, and what you’re going to tell the authorities and such. Personally, I don’t care what you say—they won’t find me, and I doubt they’ll even look properly once you two show up looking well. But you must now figure out what to do about Calla’s boyfriend, I’m sure. You have about sixty more hours here. Make it interesting for me, and you’ll get out sooner.

  “Oh, and I believe it goes without saying not to try anything if you want to make it out of here alive. I know, Jason, you might want to look like a hero at some point, but don’t be stupid. You will both be released unharmed once you’ve settled things amongst yourselves and given me my final show. But first, I have a surprise for you, and I will need you both to put these blindfolds on and face the wall—same wall as the head of the bed—and do not turn your head. Put in the ear plugs when I give the word.”

  I look at Calla after we watch two black pieces of cloth float into the room from an opening in the high-ceilinged roof, which promptly slides back closed.

  “Don’t, Jason,” the voice says just as I am beginning to ponder the possibilities. “Do know that I’m also aware of the whereabouts of all members of your families. Repercussions can go far beyond you two if you do anything stupid.”

  I go toward the blindfolds, hand Calla one, and we both head to the wall, kneel, and start putting them on.

  “Good boy. Good girl. Now put in those ear plugs, stay in place and count to sixty, and then you can take everything out or off.”

  We do as we are told—at least, I do, since I can’t see Calla. No alarm bells have rung, so I figure once we do exactly what this guy says, we stay safe, and then the guy will do what he said and let us out. I trust he won’t kill us once it’s all over.

  I can’t hear Calla with the earplugs in, and I doubt it really matters if we count in sync or not, so when I reach sixty and pull out my earplugs and grab off that blindfold, I’m not surprised to see that Calla reached sixty first and is already free of the items.

  She is staring in the opposite direction, however, and looks surprised by something.

  My eyes follow her openmouthed stare and find myself frozen briefly in a state of shock.

  Rolled or dropped into the room somehow was Scott—blindfolded, and with his hands and feet tied.

  END OF PART ONE

  **Get Part Two here!**

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Rowena writes erotic romance and erotica with an element of unwillingness. She likes a bit of darkness involved—as long as no one really gets hurt—at least, only in good ways. ;) Forced proximity and kidnapping romances are her favorites.

  She enjoys making up circumstances in which two people are forced to confront their feelings—sexual and o
therwise—to the object of their desire, feelings they have been hiding or running from for a while because of a major barrier or conflict of interest. Her saucy characters usually know each other, and their first sexual encounter has been a long time…coming.

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  OTHER WORK

  TAKEN BY SURPRISE

  TAKEN FOR GRANTED

  COMING SOON

  From THE BILLIONAIRE VOYEUR series:

  DEVIANT: EBONY & IVORY

  From the TAKEN: HIS BFF series (unrelated stories):

  - TAKEN FOR A RIDE

  Check out Rowena’s Amazon Author page to keep up!

  She plans to keep the stories coming fast and hard. ;)