Deviant: Calla & Jason/Three's a Company/Final Terms: Steamy Romantic Suspense Serial Boxed Set (9 page)

8

CALLA

I
start stripping first, and both guys end up watching me as my clothing comes off, piece by piece.

It feels amazing to have so much masculine attention on my body all at once, and from the two hottest guys I’ve ever met.

I find myself moistening a bit under their gaze.

“No touching till we’re out of the shower,” I say, and then worry that, despite my words, I have no actual control over them.

I won’t lie—that thought turns me on even more.

Scott throws Jason a look full of daggers every now and then, but he doesn’t say anything, and Jason gives him nothing in return. Scott must both love and hate that Jason has seen me stripped like this because his eyes keep returning to my body in appreciation, and I could almost swear I see him puff up in pride like he had anything to do with the shape of my body.

Once I’m stripped completely naked, I turn my back on them and head to the shower.

I turn the spray on but keep my eyes open, watching the boys as they quickly take their clothes off, and even quicker, check each other out.

God, I can’t believe this is really happening.

I get even wetter as they both head toward me.

Suddenly the shower space is smaller than ever, and as if they planned it, one gets in front of me and one behind. I guess it helps them still feel straight.

A shiver of pleasure runs through me at being trapped between these two hard bodies, and I wonder who is going to crack first—me or one of them?

Jason is behind me, but he grabs the soap from the embedded dish in front of me, right next to Scott, and he starts soaping my back.

I freeze for a moment, wondering how Scott will react.

Scott shoots Jason a look, but the next thing I know, he is tilting my face toward him, and his lips are on mine.

I let Scott kiss me, and the feel of Jason’s hands on my body, fondling my boobs and rubbing my stomach and ass, is driving me wild.

I feel Scott’s tongue moving inside of my mouth sensually, and all the stimulation and touch from the two boys is making me start to drip between my legs.

This crowded attention is the best thing I’ve ever experienced, but something tells me that feeling is premature.

Jason is taking care of me down between my legs with his hands, and I want to say, “Someone get inside of me, now!” more than anything, but I know my torturous pleasure will be drawn out as we carry out this dance.

Nobody’s really playing by anyone’s rules here, except the Voice’s.

Both boys are hard—I feel Jason’s erection bump into my behind every now and then, and Scott’s is staring up at me.

Then Jason’s lips suddenly find my neck and I let out a moan inside of Scott’s mouth.

I guess Scott’s finally feeling left out because he starts pulling me from the shower and leads me toward the bed. Then he pushes me down on it and climbs on, but he bends to bring his mouth to my center.

I cry out.

Scott starts licking me expertly, and I’m getting hornier and wetter, my ache for cock intensifying as he flickers his tongue over all my sensitive parts.

Soon, Jason comes up to the bed, and I realize this only when suddenly I see his large, hard dick over my face.

I guide it into my mouth, and while Scott is sucking my lower lips and my clit while fingering my entrance and working me up to the possibility of climax, I start sucking Jason’s cock.

While I work his fleshy rod with my mouth, Jason reaches down and gently handles my breasts, softly squeezing my boobs and running his hand over my nipples.

All the bodily stimulation is too much for me, and I come hard against Scott’s masterful mouth and tongue, pulsating in pleasure. My orgasmic cry is muffled by Jason’s dick, and I have a feeling we are not nearly done.

Scott withdraws his mouth from my pussy then climbs off the bed to grab a blindfold.

Jason’s dick withdraws from my mouth, and I watch him do the same, except he grabs two.

“None of us will watch,” he says, handing me one, and once I put the blindfold on, I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.

Someone lifts me off the bed, and when I get pulled back on it, landing on all fours, someone is beneath me. Whoever it is brings me down on his dick, and my pussy is eternally grateful.

I start riding that hard dick, intending to come again from this kind of stimulation too.

I can’t tell whose cock it is, and right when I figure I’d know by rubbing my hands over the chest, I find myself being adjusted in a slightly different position as the other guy gets in the bed behind me.

I’m practically on all fours again, and there’s a cock at my back door while one’s still sliding in my pussy.

I am trapped between two hunky men about to fuck my brains out simultaneously, and I wonder why I never thought of doing this before.

The one at the back gently pushes in, and the three of us are soon fucking each other, writhing in various rhythms.

Four masculine hands make their way over my body, and I feel the varying paces of two cocks forging a path inside me, and I am hearing alternating groans and pants of pleasure.

I have never felt more desired in my life.

Places I didn’t even know about are being stimulated along with the usual places, and soon, I am on the verge of orgasm again. The walls of my canal are thanking me, my clit is singing, my boobs are getting rubbed by one or both of them, one pair of lips is kissing me, while the other is planting pecks on my neck and shoulders—it is too much.

I come hard against the cock in my pussy, and while I’m recovering from the orgasmic zap, I feel that cock quicken its pace and push hard into me until it is shooting hot cum in me.

The one behind me isn’t far behind, and the three of us become an exhausted sandwich—me, collapsing on the hard body beneath me, the body behind me collapsing on top of me.

I think I love you, Voice.

Just as I’m about to drift off to sleep, the voice jars me awake, along with the sound of single-person applause.

“Atta girl, Calla!” Voice says. “I was getting worried for a second when you guys got all clinical about it. But you, my dear Calla, came through in the end; I knew you would. The three of you are hereby unofficially released. I will proceed with arrangements to get you all out of here, and once you’ve cleaned yourselves up and readied yourselves by putting those blindfolds back on and those ear plugs back in as you wait against the wall, we will come for you. Scott, the other two will school you in the proper waiting position. Again, Bravo and thank you, my dear lovers. This has been a blast.”

I plan to keep my blindfold on until everyone is off the bed, and we have shuffled so that I can’t tell who was who.

9

JASON

S
o this is it—close curtains, take a bow. The day of reckoning or whatever. Perhaps the last time I’ll see Calla, perhaps not, but probably the last day Scott and I can consider ourselves friends. Then again, who knows? The three of us experienced something pretty special here, so we’re definitely more bonded than before, but I’m not sure what will become of the relationships between us.

We start moving off the bed, and I’m so glad Calla decided to leave her blindfold on. Scott and I both took ours off at some point during the act—I guess deciding to face it all like men.

We both know what Calla is doing, so we try not to leave any indicators of who was where.

“Is it safe yet?” she asks after a few moments.

We both head to the shower, but I get in first and Scott heads back to Calla.

“Safe,” he says.

She takes her blindfold off, glances at him, and then at me.

Her face is full of emotion and thoughts, but I can’t tell where she is in any of those places.

When it comes to her body though, I know she had a hell of a good time here.

I’ll do everything I can to pleasure her like that from now on—if she’d let me.

I seriously hope she’s not planning to get back with Scott because he’s not exactly giving me ‘thoroughly disgusted’ vibes—I get the sense he’s actually capable of getting over this whole thing and is willing to take her back if that’s what they both want.

While I’m drying under that air dryer, Calla gets in the shower, and by the time she needs to dry off, I have moved on to putting on some clothes.

We move like some sort of odd machine.

Scott brings up the rear, showering last, and we end up in matching white T-shirts and silk boxers.

Calla takes one look at us and dissolves into giggles.

She is dressed like before, but I guess she figures she’ll take a clean set of underwear with her because she has on a different pair of sexy matching bra and panties underneath her robe and jeans.

I don’t blame her—take what you can, Calla. Like I said, the soft underwear provided for us is the shit.

Once completely ready, Calla goes to the wall next to the bed with a blindfold and waits for us, kneeling and grabbing a pair of ear plugs.

I follow her lead, kneeling at her right side while Scott kneels at her left.

We wait for The Voice to tell us to begin the countdown.

“Blindfolds,” Voice says.

I put on my blindfold and wait for the next command.

“Wait—I don’t have ear plugs,” Scott says, but as it turns out, we don’t need them anyway—not right then, that is.

We hear a strange, hissing sound, and when fumes hit my nose, I realize we’re probably about to get knocked out by a kind of gas.

“Do not remove your blindfolds or you’ll be sorry,” Voice says. “This is the easiest way to transport the three of you, so don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”

I wonder where we’ll get dropped off?

I feel Calla grab for my hand, and I assume she has also grabbed Scott’s so that when we fall unconscious, we’re all joined by hands.

Either way, I’m glad to feel Calla’s touch again, and I look forward to regaining consciousness and finding out, once and for all, where we all now stood.

END OF PART TWO

SYNOPSIS

Billionaire Errol Jameson’s
terms have finally been met, and Calla and Jason will finally be freed.

But how many will leave the strange experience satisfied?

This is the final part of a love triangle erotic romance told in three parts.

DEVIANT

FINAL TERMS

By

ROWENA

THE BILLIONAIRE VOYEUR SERIES

BOOK THREE

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