The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  “Sophia, if you rock into me, I’m going to cum. I’m that close.”

  I lean down to his chest and take a nipple in my mouth. He makes a loud groaning sound and grips the comforter with his hands, pulling it up, closer and closer to his side. His chest muscles clench, showing off his defined abs. I flick his nipple and gently bite down as he wails out in pleasure, unable to stay still.

  “Oh fuck, Sophia. That’s torture.”

  I move to his other nipple, flick it with my tongue, nibble, and suck with my lower body still pressed against him. I can feel pulsations along his length as my tongue glides down his stomach. His breathing is heavy; head tilted back, tension springs off of every part of his body.

  “Sophia, kiss my lips again. Come back to my mouth.”

  I thrust forward, my movement causing an instant burst of cum to shoot out of him. My mouth attacks his as he battles to stay in control. His whimpering is muffled under our heavy breaths. He tries not to move, not to thrust, and instead grips the comforter tighter, until I hear it rip beneath his hands.

  “Sophia,” he says with a moan, still cumming onto his stomach. “Fuck.”

  I lay on top of him, his fluid sticking to my flesh as his orgasm subsides. My mouth rests against his and I feel his lips tremble.

  “This time, they’re trembling because of you, and not because of our conversation.”

  “I’m glad,” I say, sliding off the top of him and onto my side. He’s out of breath but sits up, ready to return the favor.

  “Lay back. I have plans for you, Sophia Jameson.”

  “Little plans, or big plans?” I joke, looking down at his shrinking rod.

  He grins and slides two fingers deep inside.

  “Whoa, that was a quick entrance.”

  He ignores my comment and continues to push his fingers wildly around, brushing my G-spot, and sending tingling waves throughout my body. He stops and places both fingers against my upper wall.

  “Would you like to have an orgasm, my sweetness?” he asks in a sexy voice.

  I nod yes with delight.

  “Close your eyes and tighten around my fingers,” he whispers. “Now loosen and tighten again.” I follow his instructions, tightening with slow contractions. He kisses my nipples and I make quiet whimpering noises.

  “Think of me, Sophia. Imagine I’m inside of you, my dick moving. Feel it.”

  He kisses my mouth, my eyelids, my ears, and holds his fingers fixed inside.

  “I can feel your arousal. You’re so slick and wet right now. Think of me. I’m on top of you, pushing inside of you, my dick swelling, ready to shoot cum out for you.”

  “Cove, move for me. Please,” I beg.

  “Feel the pressure of me sliding in. I’m going to come, Sophia. Come with me. Let yourself go with me.”

  “Oh, Cove. Move,” I demand. He stays still. Speaking slowly and quietly into my ear, he moans as if he’s going to release with me.

  “Do it for me, sweetness. Tighten your muscles, feel my tongue fluttering around your warm clit. Cry out, yell for more. Feel me fucking you.”

  I let out one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had, calling his name, desperate for more. My legs shiver and spasm, my heart skips and flutters, and my eyes glaze over. Cove flicks his fingers as I climax, sending a shudder of vibrations throughout my body. He moves his tongue around my nipple, and bites down as I lose control. I place my hand on his side and dig my fingernails into his skin, feeling the pleasure of a final wave.

  “Jesus, what the fuck was that?” I say, trying to revive my body and mind. “That was one intense fuck, and you didn’t even put your...”

  He slides his fingers out and another tremor shoots deep inside.

  “Hmm. I think you might be able to go again,” he smiles, sliding them back in. I open my mouth and raise my abdomen, searching for his flesh. “Yes, you’re definitely ready.”

  “What? I just came. No way.”

  He pushes his fingers in deep and back out to my flesh, around, then in to my G-spot. In less than thirty seconds I reach my second orgasm, still breathless from the first. I pant and grab his hand, stopping him from continuing on.

  “Please stop. No more, I need a break. Let me catch my breath.”

  “But you’re ready to go again. Let me pleasure you.”

  “You did,” I say winded. “And how do you know I can do this again?”

  “I can feel it and see it. Your body is still tense, craving more, one more time Sophia, please?” he says, pushing his fingers inside. I throw my head back and close my eyes, letting out a gasp of delight. “My life has revolved around people making me cum. I need to gratify you. I want you to know how much I desire satisfying your needs.”

  He places a third finger inside, and glides in and out with his thumb on my clit. A quick burst of pre-orgasmic twinges takes place. I moan and tilt my head further back, exposing my neck to his soft kisses. He nibbles while moving his thumb in a circular motion, his fingers still in my space.

  “Faster, Cove. Don’t be so gentle this time.”

  He bites my neck and groans, his fingers thrusting against my spot. I lift my hips off the bed, squeezing my buttocks as my orgasm starts.

  “I want to feel you explode around my fingers. You’re so warm and wet inside, Sophia. Feel me craving to have you.”

  Cove places his free hand behind my neck and lifts my head off the pillow, pressing his lips against mine. He pushes his tongue through my tightly closed mouth, separating the opening between my lips, and allowing the rush of my pre-orgasm to flow out as I reach my peak. “Let it out, Sophia. I want to hear you.”

  I burst down inside, Cove’s fingers stop to feel my throbbing muscles. The pounding beats engulf his flesh and I cry out with each beat. I squirm and grind against him, quivering in defeat.

  “Cove,” I whisper, still bound in his mouth. I turn my head, bite his chest, and push his fingers hastily away. He returns them, and I shake, screaming his name again.

  “Cove, please. Stop.”

  He kisses my forehead and holds himself still against my trembling body. I feel a smile on his lips as his mouth is locked onto mine. He waits for my heart and breathing to slow before pulling his hand away. I open my eyes to see his gorgeous chiseled face, his deep brown eyes and dark hair, his soft full lips; all within inches of mine.

  “Cove?” I say in a soft overwhelmed voice.

  “Hmm?” he murmurs, grinning from ear to ear.

  “No more.”

  He laughs and I join him, placing my head onto his chest as I snuggle into his warm skin.

  “Had enough, my sweetness?”

  “Yes. I’ve had enough for the rest of the week.”

  “I’ll remember that when you try to attack me later tonight.”

  I lift my head and send a worried look his way.

  “What is it, Sophia?”

  “Do you think we’ll still be together tonight?”

  “Yes, I do. He’s not going to find us, but we do need to figure out what we’re going to do. We can’t hide out here forever.”

  “What time is it?” I ask.

  He shows me the time; it’s ten in the morning.

  “I’m worried that I haven’t heard from Mera. I know my father’s over there yelling at her.”

  “Oh believe me, he’s yelling at Trey a lot more than Mera.”

  “Yeah, well it’s still worrisome. I bet she didn’t even make it to work today.”

  “She’ll probably never make it to that job again, Paul has other plans for her, remember?”

  “Oh God. It’s my fault that she’s in this mess.”

  “No, some of it’s mine, but Mera became a part of Jameson Industries before you even knew about it, correct?”

  “Yeah, how did you know that?”

  “I could hear some of your conversation over the crowd last week at the bar. She made this decision, so try not to blame yourself, okay?”

  “Perhaps, but I’m st
ill worried. She should have called me by now.”

  “What’s Mera’s personality like around your father? Will she stand up to him, or is she submissive when he’s around?”

  “She has a crush on him.”

  “Of course she does,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Most women do.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I’ve been to expos where women hang all over him, practically getting him off in front of the crowds. It’s disgusting.”

  “Do women hang all over you at these expos?”

  “When I was on the sites, yes, but not by choice. It was set up that way for our clients and the press. All of it a facade to sell me as the company’s goods.”

  “Do these expos take place a lot?”

  “Usually twice a year. Your father holds them in Vegas in one of his casinos. The perfect spot for this type of business.”

  I picture a ballroom in one of my dad’s casinos packed full of people rummaging through adult magazines, meeting his employees, and women wearing practically nothing; their big fake breasts hanging out for everyone to gawk at, selling videos to men and women who are fans. Maybe even blow up dolls and sex toys available at booths.

  “Are there booths at these expos displaying new products?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Do people give demonstrations?”

  Cove sighs and drops his head. “Yes, unfortunately that does happen sometimes. But usually in side rooms, off the main floor.”

  “Oh yuck. Really? I was just joking. That really happens? Like, if I saw a big dildo I wanted; there could possibly be someone showing me why that one is better than another one, and how to use it? Like those late night infomercials?”

  “Yes. Don’t think about it. Tell me more about Mera.”

  “Okay.” I sit up on the bed and notice Cove keeps his eyes on my face, again he doesn’t look down at my bare chest. I ignore it for a moment, answering his question. “She has a crush on him, but she also stands up to him. When he hurts me, or he’s being an ass, she lets him know it. She’ll tell him off without thinking twice about the consequences.”

  “Not anymore she won’t.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “She’s a possession now. She’ll learn fast enough not to open her mouth in front of him.”

  “Cove, you’re scaring me. What do you mean by that?”

  “He’ll let her know that he’s the boss without putting any visible marks on her. He won’t want to damage one of his resources for money, but he will set her in her place.”

  “How? Tell me exactly what the hell you’re talking about?”

  “Sophia, you saw what your father did to me. He’ll beat up anyone who crosses him, and I have seen him subdue people in other ways, mainly for his own violent gratification. He’ll assert his power over her if she’s not careful.”

  “My father is a complete ass, but he’s not going to touch Mera, especially sexually. He wouldn’t dare. It feels like we’re talking about two different people.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “So why don’t you like my body?” I finally ask.

  Cove sits up wide-eyed and confused. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen such a gorgeous woman before in my life.”

  “Then why don’t you look at me? I mean, hello? I’m sitting in front of you with my breasts hanging out. You could at least sneak a peek.”

  He laughs, throwing his head back onto the pillow.

  “I’m serious. What gives?”

  “There are a couple of reasons I suppose,” he says smiling.

  “Hey, this is serious, stop smirking,” I demand, tapping his leg with my hand. “You’re giving me a complex.”

  “I know it’s serious, and I’m sorry. I didn’t think you noticed.”

  “So? Come on, tell me; are they lopsided or something? Not big enough for you?”

  “God no. They’re perfect; you’re perfect, and just so you know I’ve studied your body in great detail, even that first night when you let your breast hang out in front of me in the hallway. You drove me crazy then. It was difficult to control myself. I wanted to reach out and grab you, but I knew your father would be watching.”

  “Well, he’s not watching us now.”

  “True, but I still can’t control myself. I look down at you, and I don’t want you to know what I’m thinking. It’s embarrassing. You’re just too much, too sweet, and I want to treat you better than staring at you like a piece of meat. Besides, these parts that we all have,” he says, rubbing my breasts, “they don’t mean as much to me as what I see in your face. Your face holds your true beauty.”

  “What’s the other reason?”

  “The business, which we’ve talked about to death, and I won’t enjoy bringing up again. So just know that I love your body, you’re beautiful, and I’m in awe of you at all times.”

  I lean over and give him a kiss, showing my approval of his answer. “I think I can accept that for now, but at some point it would be nice for you to look down, you know, show me that I’m not all eyes and mouth.”

  He looks at my breasts and opens his eyes as wide as he can, with the obvious intent of making me laugh. “Oh baby, those look so good.” He licks his lips and joins me in a good laugh. “What you just said is the opposite of what I’m used to hearing; all eyes and mouth? Not tits and ass? That was pretty darn cute. Come on, let’s get up and I’ll order us an early lunch.” He sits up and helps me off the bed.

  We dress and I tell him more about Mera. How we met, our time together in college, and our continued friendship afterward. He listens intently, learning more about the one person who I consider to be my family. I tell him very little about Evan and my other relationships, what few there were. I learn more about his mother, and her struggles with losing her husband. She’s extremely depressed, blaming herself for not being more aware of what was happening to her son, and unable to stop my father from ruining their lives. She hovers over him now and is noticeably protective of what’s happening in his life. Cove mentions her approval of me, even though I’m Paul’s daughter. She’s just thrilled about the possibility of her son moving forward with his life.

  After a light lunch, Cove takes a few Ibuprofens for his pain before we lay next to one another. He wraps his arms around me, and I rest my head on his chest.

  “I think I should go out tonight once it gets dark. It’s one in the afternoon now,” he says, looking at his watch. “When the sun sets, maybe around six, I’m going to see what’s happening at our building and at Mera’s place. It’s strange that you haven’t heard from her, and that I haven’t heard from my mother in a while.”

  I look up, surprised at his idea. “I’m going with you.”

  “No. You’re staying here; it will be safer that way. Besides, if I run into your father he’s going to throw a punch, and this time I’ll fight back. I don’t want you to have to see that.”

  Using a strong voice I repeat those four words to him. “I’m going with you.” He shakes his head no, and I point my finger at him in a scolding motion. “I’m not staying here alone, and you’re not going to our building alone either. If I’m starting a relationship with you, then we’re a team. No further discussion. We’ll go out tonight; together.”

  “Yes darling, whatever you say,” he grins. “Now nap with me for the rest of the afternoon.”

  I’m elated he’s so willing to please, agreeing to my terms quickly and without argument. I smile, snuggling into his side, still puzzled by the enormity of my affection and infatuation; a fixation I’ve never felt for another person in my life.

  We both drift in and out of sleep, waking briefly to run our fingers along one another’s flesh, kiss, and smile. This is something I’ve never done, and the similarities that Cove and I have with past relationships is hitting me hard, helping to shape the strong feelings I’m developing for him. Devery would have a field day with the two of us. Two shamefully, sexually active people, one by c
hoice, one not, who are both inexperienced at love and intimacy, find one another and start a relationship as if they’re exploring the opposite sex for the first time. We’ve both been with a shitload of people, but we’ve never truly been with anyone.

  It’s around three in the afternoon when I let myself go, falling into a heavy sleep, never acknowledging the fact that we still don’t have a plan. We’ll be walking blindly into the streets in just a few hours, neither Cove, nor I wanting to discuss the very real possibility that my father will send us in different directions, far apart from one another, if, or more probably when, he finds us.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  I pick up my phone from the side table next to the bed. It’s seven in the evening and I’ve been sound asleep for four hours.

  “Cove?” I say, reaching behind to wake him. The bed is empty and cold. He’s been up for a while. I look around the room. “Cove?” I call out again. Silence.

  I jump out of bed and check the bathroom, then the living room. He’s gone.

  “That bastard. He left without me.”

  I fall onto the bed as I try to push my legs hurriedly into my jeans. I hope he’s okay. I hope Mera’s okay. I can’t believe he took off without waking me. I pull my black sweater over my head and wrap my wool coat around my body while thrusting my feet into my shoes. With my keys and phone in my pocket, I head for the door, but stop when I notice a note placed on the floor of the marble foyer. I know already it will be an apology from him.

  Please don’t be angry. My mother needs to speak with me. I’ll be back soon. Stay put.

  I crumple the paper into a ball and toss it over my shoulder, as I head out into the winter night. I’m no longer waiting. It’s time to confront my father about his past and talk to him about my future.

  A streetlight casts a warm glow on the snow as I leave the side door of the hotel to begin my walk back to our building. I decide to take Tenth Street instead of Eleventh, bypassing my place, and head the four blocks toward Mera’s. The air is bitter cold and I can see my breath. The snow crunches beneath my feet making it difficult to be stealthy. There are plenty of people out walking to area restaurants and bars on a Friday evening, making it impossible to try to hide as I walk. Instead, I try to blend in, going about my business like the rest of them. I look up as I approach Mera’s building. Her windows are dark, not one light on inside. She’s definitely not home, and I can only guess that she’s out looking for me.