Deviant: Calla & Jason/Three's a Company/Final Terms: Steamy Romantic Suspense Serial Boxed Set (8 page)

5

JASON

I
really hope the man behind the voice isn’t expecting us all to get it on. Scott and I have seen each other naked—locker room, junior high—so no big deal about the nude part, but we’re both straight.

When we finally free Scott of his restraints, he immediately gets up and starts stretching out.

It’s kind of comical.

I guess Calla was expecting that he’d hug her once his hands got free because she looks sort of disappointed at his actions.

Scott’s stretching in as many ways he can, and I know he has to, but I still want to laugh—he looks so ridiculous.

“What’s up with the boxers?” he suddenly asks me, and I realize it’s time to fill him in a bit.

“It’s all I got to wear here. Guess I’m lucky our kidnapper provided us clothes at all.”

“I knew I never saw you in that,” Scott says sort of quietly, looking at Calla’s purple robe. “Wait—so you really
have
been here all these days?” he asks her. She nods. “So…what the hell is going on here? What’s the point of all this—some kind of ransom? Wait, that doesn’t make sense—none of us have rich parents or anything.”

“Besides, I suspect this guy has all the money he needs,” Calla says dryly.

Scott starts looking around and studying the room.

His eyes stop on the bed.

“I don’t get it,” Scott says. “None of the movies I’ve ever seen put a kidnapping victim in a place like this—a nice, spacious room with a bathroom, shower, and everything. And to provide silky clothes and a comfy bed? Unheard of.”

Subtle changes are happening on Scott’s face, like he’s slowly figuring something out.

Then a familiar voice fills the room.

“Glad you all have had some time to reacquaint yourselves with each other. And now the fun begins. As you can see, Scott knows about as much as you guys did when you first came here—that is, nothing. Now that the three of you are here together, here are my terms. Now, I’m sure Calla and Jason already have an idea what’s coming, so Scott, I’ll fill you in: the three of you must entertain me before you get freed from here. Calla and Jason have done a marvelous job at this, and there is one final thing to do now that you’re here. I’ll wait patiently while you all figure it out. Like I told Calla and Jason, the sooner you give in to my terms, the sooner you’ll all be released. I’ll let Calla and Jason fill you in on the rest.”

Scott turns to us, eyes widened in lightweight horror, and he looks from Calla to me several times.

“What. The Fuck. Was That?” he says.

I almost laugh again.

I forgot how creepy I found the voice at first too.

“The guy who took us,” Calla says. “He’s watching everything that happens in this room. He kidnapped us to use for his personal reality show or something.”

Scott laughs, and I’m not sure why.

“Why would he choose you?” he says to me. He turns back to Calla. “Or you? I mean, no offense, but you two are probably the…let’s say, the least dramatic people I know. I’m not much more entertaining myself. Why wouldn’t he pick enemies or something? People he knows will probably fight like cat and dogs? Why three people who get along?”

Calla and I look at each other briefly.

“I think he wants us to have sex in front of him,” Calla says.

“Well, that should be easy enough,” Scott says, grinning as he goes toward her. He puts his arms around her waist, and she subtly backs away, but he seems not to notice her recoil. “Obviously, it’s gonna be us,” Scott continues. “And I don’t mind having an audience.”

She plays along and lets him hold her, but she doesn’t smile back.

“All Jason has to do is turn away and boom! We’re out of here.” Scott is still taking Calla in with lecherous eyes, like he’s trying to peek into her purple top.

She quickly glances at me.

There’s no fucking way Scott’s gonna fuck Calla while I’m here—I won’t let her do it, despite those eyes she just made at me. There’s no way I could handle it, and she should know that! Why would she do this to me?

Finally, something seems to register to Scott. He examines Calla’s face and then looks at me again. But before he can say anything, the voice enters the room once more.

“While it is fun watching you guys try to figure out a compromise, I’m afraid a twosome is not acceptable—I’ve already seen that. So don’t waste much more time on that idea—figure out how the three of you will work together. As I said, the faster you figure that out, the sooner you return to your regular lives.”

Scott pulls away from Calla and looks at the bed again. His stance and everything is different now.

“Wait, what’s really up here?” he asks. “What’s he talking about? And have you two been sleeping on the same bed? For—how long have you guys been stuck here again? Three days?” He goes quiet for a few seconds before starting up again. “What have you guys been doing all this time? How have you been entertaining him? Come on, guys—what does he mean he’s already seen a twosome?”

Scott sounds like a whiny bitch when he’s angry. Even at this moment, when I know shit’s about to hit the fan, I can’t help but notice that.

He and I are about the same size, and he’s fit, but I’ve definitely got way more muscles than him, and I’m trained in judo.

Scott and I have never physically fought before, but if he starts something, I’ll finish it.

“Need I remind you I have a recording I’d be more than happy to show?” the voice says, and it’s clear that Calla and I can’t deny what happened here any longer.

I don’t know why I thought for a second our captor would let us get away with not admitting it—dude clearly gets his kicks off of other people’s discomfort.

Calla looks away, and I realize it’s up to me to tell Scott the truth.

“Look, bud. We had to do some things here to ensure we stay alive…”

I can already see Scott’s about to lose it. His face distorts horribly with blind rage, and before I can get the next set of words out, he’s coming at me.

I deflect the weight of his attack and put him in a hold, ignoring whatever Calla’s shouting at me. I guess she thought I was killing him.

When she rushes up behind me, I say, “Relax, Calla, I’m just putting him out for a few minutes. We all need to be calm and think about how we’ll get out of here. Scott needs some time to cool off.”

I don’t like the idea of having to do this to him again, so I decide to tie Scott back up so that when he awakes, we can all talk about this rationally without him coming at me like some rabid dog.

6

CALLA

F
uck, what am I going to do?

Scott and I have obviously done it before, and everyone here knows that. Wouldn’t that be easiest?

I know Voice wants a threesome, but I don’t even know where to begin with that. There’s only one way I imagine that being carried out, and no way I’m getting plugged by two guys at once—although now that I think of it, that sounds kind of hot…both Jason and Scott inside of me?

Fuck, I’m wet.

How the hell could the idea of something freaky like that turn me on?

Clearly, I don’t know myself that well at all.

I guess having slept with both of them made the thought easier to digest. Plus, they’re both hot—Scott, a tall, blond, blue-eyed god, and Jason, a tall, dark, and handsome god.

And who knew Jason could suddenly become even hotter?

I mean, I knew he took some kind of martial arts classes back in the day when we were younger, but I guess it never really registered to me what he was capable of.

Seeing him in action like that, I suddenly found myself thinking:
Jason, where have you been all my life?

But he was always there, of course. I just couldn’t see what was right in front of me—I got blinded by the charm of the unconscious guy on the ground.

I don’t blame Scott for getting mad—I’d fill with rage, too, if I were in his shoes. How could you not rage out at the thought of your significant other being with one of your best friends?

Jason’s quick thinking bought us some time, so we can now figure out how to proceed.

I let him tie Scott back up because everything Jason said, and everything he was doing made sense.

Jason simply made sense.

Fuck, what am I gonna do?

I guess I can’t think about the long term right now—we have an immediate problem. Yes, it could have a direct influence on the long term, but one thing at a time, right?

So, this threesome thing. Scott and I have never had anal sex, and it sounds like it could be painful, but maybe if the one who was doing it took it easy…

Thing is—would both guys go for it?

I know they both love me, and we still have those ear plugs—all they have to do is stick those in and put the blindfolds on, so they don’t see each other. Out of sight, out of mind. That could work, right? If you don’t see and hear the other guy, the pain numbs a bit.

But how do we know the asshole who brought us here won’t change things up again and come up with new terms? We have no reason to trust his word. At all. Maybe he won’t be happy until Scott and Jason are banging each other while I’m confined to masturbating in a corner.

Then again, I guess we have no other choice but to follow instructions. We could be out of here in less than a day or two, and I think we’d all prefer the shorter term.

We’ve got to figure out how to do this.

When I suggested Jason put Scott on the bed, he said, “No way I’m lifting that deadweight,” so Scott’s now just lying on the ground with a pillow under his head.

“That’s the most I’m doing,” Jason says. “He won’t be out long.”

“While he still is, what do you think we should do? Have you ever had a threesome before?”

Jason shoots me a look but still answers. “No,” he says, “and I suspect you guys haven’t either—at least, the two of you.”

His wording strikes me. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing—just that I can only speak for myself and what I know of you. I can’t speak for Scott.”

“Do you know something, Jason?”

“I don’t, Calla. Scott’s not that stupid—he’d never discuss details like that with me knowing you and I are still connected. Look, I’m just saying I can’t swear for anyone, understand? It doesn’t mean I know something—just that I’m aware human beings tend to hide certain things from certain people, so it’s not my place to be the voice of anyone. Sometimes, we learn that we don’t know someone as well as we thought—including ourselves. We can never be sure what someone is or isn’t capable of, so I guess I can’t really assume
you’ve
never had a threesome either.”

7

SCOTT

I
listen to Calla and Jason for a long while before deciding to open my eyes.

At first, when I regained consciousness and remembered what had happened, I got angry again, but I realized that Calla and Jason hadn’t noticed my stirring and continued their quiet chatting.

I took in the way they looked at each other and then closed my eyes and pretended to be out still.

I think I’ve figured it out; I know how we’re going to get out of this. Maybe not the mechanics exactly, but I realize what I’m dealing with here, and I have an idea how to proceed somewhat cautiously, considering all that’s at stake.

Cherise was the first girl I cheated on Calla with at school, but she certainly wasn’t the last; that whole encounter awakened something in me.

Cherise seemed insatiable—the first time she and I did it, it wasn’t enough, and she flipped me over and rode me. I was still hard, and watching her get pleasure for herself like that kept me hard until she was coming all over me.

“I never let a man leave till I’ve had mine,” she said. “Otherwise, what’s the point in doing it? It’s for both of us.”

She cleaned up at my room sink, gathered her clothes and with a wink and a smile, left.

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again, but I realized I didn’t care; I could replace her.

Soon there was Sarah—a dirty blonde. This time, she was in one of my classes, and we had lunch together once. She wasn’t hot like Cherise, but she was definitely cute, and she turned out to be a
real
dirty blonde.

Suddenly, it was like I was on the prowl again—I got addicted to the sight of different feminine bodies in the buff.

Before Calla, I had only been with one girl, and that was when I was, like, fourteen. And now all of a sudden, it was like some bomb went off, and I had to have more. I had to check out as many bodies as I could: pink nipples, brown nipples, D cups, B cups, tall, short, brunette, redhead, blonde—any girl who showed me a single drop of interest, I pushed until I was pushing inside her pussy. Narrow lips or fat lips—they were all wet and warm and more than capable of satisfying my hungry dick.

I learned that Cherise likes missionary most; redhead Megan likes to ride me on the couch, and brown-haired Emily likes to take it from behind—after I lick her to orgasm. Blond Sarah likes to suck my cock and, damn it, she’s fucking great at it. She made me come like that a few times, and I have to pull back if she doesn’t want to end up waiting for me to get hard again. She swallows too.

Not all the girls waxed smooth—Cherise waxes, Emily shaves, Sarah has a landing strip, and Megan keeps it natural.

Small butts, tight butts, fat butts—I had a taste of them all.

I thought about taking it easy because I didn’t want to develop a rep or anything, but then I remembered—it’s college, and the average unattached person will probably leave here with far more lovers than they’d ever say aloud.

Ultimately, I felt like I was actually doing Calla a favor—getting it all out of my system now. What if this hunger had hit me later when we were even more involved and committed to each other?

Calla is exactly the kind of girl one should marry, and since I kind of knew that’s where I was headed with her, I needed to take this sweet opportunity to taste the rainbow.

I suspected that even if Calla found out I hadn’t exactly been faithful, she’d forgive me. I’m not just gonna tell her, of course—I’ll cross that bridge if I ever come to it.

Calla is committed to this idea of commitment, and she’ll probably consider it a test of her faith or devotion or something—she won’t hold it against me for long, so why not have my cake and eat it too? It’s not like I can foresee any real consequences.

This whole thing’s a bonus for Calla too when it comes to the bedroom—I’m learning all kinds of things to make our sex life better.

Exploring these other girls made me realize plenty of ways I could pleasure Calla more, which brings me to my current situation.

“I’ll eat your pussy,” I finally say aloud, stopping the conversation between Calla and Jason dead.

They both turn to me, stunned looks on their faces.

I’ve eaten her before, of course, but I think I’ve really improved over these past few weeks—being with Emily has taught me a lot.

I briefly look at Jason. I know I have no right, but I can’t help it. Calla’s mine. “There’s no way I’m watching him stick his cock in you,” I say turning back to Calla, “so there’s my suggestion for a compromise.”

I wait for the implications to sink in.

“So…Calla ends up sucking my dick?”

I knew Jason would get there before Calla.

I nod. “I can deal with that. Of course, we could also take turns and both have sex with her, but I don’t think Calla’s down for that.” I hope.

I notice Calla doesn’t protest.

She actually looks like she’s thinking hard about something, so while she’s doing that, Jason and I throw out some other menage possibilities. I try hard to come up with more scenarios I could be okay with.

Calla finally interrupts us both and says, “I have an even better idea. Since we’re talking about
my
body here and what goes where, I think I have the biggest say.”

She looks at the ropes I just realize are around me again before proceeding. “I’ve been intimate with both of you—I’m sorry, Scott, but it had to happen—so that part doesn’t really matter to me. I’m comfortable with either of you…there. I mean, you’re my boyfriend, Scott.”

Somehow, I don’t believe she’s as indifferent as she’s acting about it.

“Since the main issue is you two wanting to lock horns about it,” she continues, “I suggest we all make use of those again.” She points to one of the blindfolds. “There are three of them; there are three of us. Even if we can tell who’s doing what where, I think it’ll help us all if we don’t have to see it, so let’s get to it and get out of here. But first, I suggest we all take a shower first. Together.”

Her words are sure, but she looks like she’s expecting disapproval and maybe rage to come at her from two directions.

I look at Jason and realize he’s looking at Calla like he might be okay with her suggestions. His face says he doesn’t necessarily like her idea, but it seems like he has pretty much resigned himself to Calla’s wishes.

Suddenly, his green eyes are on me.

“We cool?” he says.

I’m not sure what he’s referring to exactly, but I nod anyway.

No use fighting him so he gets a chance to show off his moves in front of Calla again.

I tell myself that what we’re all about to do is a necessary evil to get back to our lives—whatever they’ll become after this. Calla’s right—it should be on her terms, and I guess I owe her in some way.

I wait for them to free me from my ropes.