by Rowena
“So I’ve heard about Jesse, Chris, Lisa, James…” I continue. The palm of her hand skillfully kneads my muscles. “Can’t tell you a thing about them—I blank out sometimes when he’s going on about this or that.”
It seems she’s letting me get away with being vague. But then she says, as her hands continue to move deliciously over me, “Is she pretty?”
“She’s all right,” I say honestly, hoping she doesn’t ask where I saw her. Scott had texted me a pic. “Nowhere near as pretty as you,” I say as I flip over, successfully shocking her into extended silence. Her hands pull back as if burnt now that she is suddenly faced with me lying on my back before her. She tries so hard not to scan my torso but fails miserably.
“I guess that’s it, then,” she says.
I just stare at her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she says, looking worried.
Truthfully, I’m just willing myself not to pull her on top of me—that’s all my body is screaming at me to do. My struggle is probably written all over my face.
Sure, my brain has been partially occupied by trying to dodge a conversation about this girl that Scott suddenly found himself attracted to, but my body can’t ignore how good it feels to have Calla’s hands on it, and I want to know what all of her feels like—both pressed against and on top of me, with me inside of her.
I close my eyes, finally breaking the eye contact, then sit up.
She steps back a little.
“Thanks for the massage,” I say, “it helped a bit. But I can’t do the ground much longer.”
I make sure not to look at her as I say the words—no doubt she’d see an intensity that could scare her. But I meant it.
Too bad for her sense of impropriety—I need to join her in that bed.
CALLA
“We’ve got to get out of here,” I say, worried at the shift I sense.
Sure, Captain Obvious has arrived, but what else could I say? I really mean it—I feel like Jason and I are about to be in trouble; time is running out. I enjoyed touching him too much, and the way he looked at me—damn it, I’m wet again. He has aroused more than my curiosity; I’m actually tempted to sleep with him!
I can’t believe it—I never even imagined doing it with anyone but Scott. Scott was my first, last and everything. I had fantasies of marrying him, having his babies…all of that. But suddenly I’m wondering what it would be like to get wrapped in the arms of an old friend?
Those arms are part of the problem, by the way—they look so strong and capable. So…okay, I’ll say it—sexy, damn it; Jason is crazy sexy. The cut of muscles in his limbs, the veins popping around his biceps, those riveting six-pack abs—he just looks so damned masculine, and it makes my breath catch. In general, he’s a good-looking guy, too, just never my type—so I thought. Now, it’s like I can’t keep my eyes away from him. Is that not the very definition of attractive?
Damn it, it’s this small room, isn’t it? A small space and a good-looking member of the opposite sex who is clearly attracted to you and not doing a whole lot to hide it…
“Let us out of here!” I shout suddenly, addressing the voice of the freak who put us in this position.
I only hear a rumble of laughter in return.
“Fuck,” I whisper. It’s all becoming too much. Something in my body has heightened. I want him! Damn it, I want Jason.
I make sure not to look at him.
But frickin’ hell, Jason steps toward me.
“How long do you want to be trapped here with me?” he asks huskily.
I chance a look at his face, and he looks calm, but those eyes—and definitely that voice—give him away.
“You’re acting like you’re down with this!” I say, not even trying to control the panic in my own voice.
“I’m down with getting out of here sooner than later,” he says with those stormy eyes.
“Dream on!” I say, folding my arms with finality and turning away.
Something in his energy changes, like he’s pulling away.
Then he says, “Get over yourself, Calla—you’re not all that. But good for Scott—looks like he’s doing a great job of fooling you.”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” I say, turning back to him.
He comes right up to me, and I feel weak from the nearness of his strong chest as he towers over me. He is taller than me by about six inches, so I have to look upwards into his quiet anger.
“It means you’re doing a lot of over- and underestimating here. I’d rather not touch you, either.” Then he turns away, and I realize I’d been holding my breath when I finally let it out.
“I get the bed tonight,” he says before flopping on it. “And I don’t care what you do for the other nights, but I’ll be here for the rest of those, too. Join me, if you dare. You’ll no longer take my chivalry for granted, Calla. Contrary to your own belief, you’re no princess. Not mine, anyway.”
He throws down the pillows.
8
CALLA & JASON
CALLA
The light in this room never turns off, I realize.
The room is a little brighter in what I assume is daytime, but when we get ready to sleep, the light only dims a bit—I guess to give our eyes a break, and give us a chance to actually rest while making sure our kidnapper doesn’t miss anything that could happen in the dark, I don’t know.
In any case, we’re visible at all times to anyone with working eyes—everything we do is in the light, nothing in shadow.
I lie there on that horrible ground, unable to sleep. Too much is tossing inside of me.
What are you going to do, Calla Lily Thompson? I ask myself.
God, my mom must have been some kind of hippy or something, giving me a name like that. I say ‘must have been’ because she died when I was five, not because she grew into some refined version of herself.
I feel kind of bad because I can barely remember her. I have glimpses of her locked in me that pop into my brain every now and then, but at this point in life, I can no longer tell the difference between dreams and memories.
In any case, I certainly don’t have her advice to fall back on.
What does one do in a situation like this? Then again, how many mothers have advice for when you get kidnapped and locked in a room with one of your suddenly-sexy old friends, and the only way to get back to your regular life is to boink him? How does one go back to the way things were after that?
I never intended to follow through with our kidnapper’s desires, and I don’t know what this makes me, but I almost want to seduce Jason now. How dare he pretend he’s not attracted to me? I know he had a crush on me way back in the day, and I know that didn’t just totally disappear, despite the circumstances. I’ve seen burning desire on his face right here in this room—I didn’t make that up!
I know he’s had girlfriends, and I know he’s happy for me and Scott, but I also know he still feels something for me somewhere, beyond our comfy friendship. Being with him these past few days or whatever, I realized whatever he felt for me is still there.
And now he thinks he can pretend I’m chopped liver? We’ll just see about that.
JASON
I had only said I wouldn’t give up the bed again, but after spending a night on it, I mean it. We’ll just have to find a way to share—lie feet to head, whatever. I didn’t even want to get up when my eyes opened.
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 st
ripping; 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 arrangements; 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 g
o. 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.