The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  “So that pleasure seeking, or should I say, hedonism, that you want in life, do you feel that way about me? Would you feel disappointment if you couldn’t make me come, or if I came before you and you weren’t satisfied?”

  “Cove, I’m talking about my life many years ago,” I pause, looking at the screen to check on our flight. “It’s almost time.”

  “Answer my question, Sophia.”

  “No, I wouldn’t,” I say firmly. “For the first time in my life, no. I’m confident that I’m entering new territory here, which is confusing to me. I’m content right now, sitting next to you, having a conversation. It’s enough for me. I’m happy with that and sex would just be a bonus. I want to touch you because I’m extremely attracted to you, as I know you are to me. Our sexual tension is bursting at the seams, but I’m also absolutely and completely fulfilled with what we’re doing at this moment. Your presence next to me is enough.”

  “That’s all I needed to hear. Come on,” he takes my hand and pulls me out of my seat. “Let’s get on our flight. I have a full day with you before I meet with Paul, and I’m going to take full advantage of those twenty-four hours.”

  He places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the check-in, and down the corridor to the plane. I’ve never flown first class before and I’m immediately sold on the larger, softer seats with more legroom and privacy. Our seats are in the last row next to the two restrooms, not the best spot, but better than behind the blue curtain. I may not be able to go back to coach after this flight.

  I check my phone but still no word from Mera. I send her a quick text, telling her that I miss her. Cove sees the worried look on my face, and brushes my hair behind my ear.

  “She’s going to be fine. You’ll see her soon, I promise.”

  I buckle my seatbelt and he does the same. The engines roar and we start to move down the runway. He grips the armrests and his knuckles turn white.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  “Fine,” he says with an awkward smile. “I could use another drink, but I’m fine.”

  “You really don’t like to fly, do you?”

  He stares straight ahead, his foot tapping the floor; his knuckles still white, impatient for the plane to take off. I give him a light squeeze on his forearm before putting my earphones in. I’m not much of a traveler myself, but music helps to control my nerves, and it makes the time go by so much faster.

  I scroll through my phone, looking for the perfect song for take off. I decide to play one that Mera likes by Jay-Z. It’s soothing, with some upbeat sections that will drown out the engines of the plane. I tap my phone and lean back, closing my eyes as we continue to move down the runway. I can think of the mess we’re in while I’m listening to this, and once we’re in the air, maybe I can read or sleep. The soft music of Holy Grail starts and I place my hand over Cove’s, letting him know I’m here for him.

  It’s a rough take off but we’re in the air. I open my eyes, and Cove looks like he’s holding his breath. He’s motionless, staring above at the red seatbelt light. His hands have left the armrests and he’s nervously tapping his upper thighs with his fingertips. The red light turns off and he quickly releases his belt, reaching over to mine, freeing me in one swift motion. He grabs my hand and pulls me out of my seat, securing us in the restroom in a matter of seconds.

  He pulls my dress up and lifts me onto the sink, placing his hat on the stainless steel shelf next to us. I run my fingers through his hair, wrapping one leg around his waist and placing the other against the wall behind him. He brushes his hand lightly over my lips and down my neck. I drop my head back, closing my eyes, waiting for his mouth to touch my flesh.

  The song still playing in my ears picks up, with voices growing in volume and intensity making me want to tear both of our clothes off. I stay in control, allowing him to decide what he’s going to do. I think about Mera, and wonder if she’s already had to perform.

  The hotel room is dark as Paul pounds his dick into Mera. He has her on her stomach and he’s holding her hands behind her back. She wiggles, but his grip only gets tighter around her wrists. She’s no match for him, or his guard who’s hovering over her. She turns her head and sees their shadows moving on the wall. He looks twice her size, and she wonders if he’s going to hurt her.

  “That’s right Mera, you little whore. Take all of me,” he groans, sending fast lunges into her body, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust.

  “Paul,” she yells.

  He releases her wrists and flips her onto her back, grabbing her chin. “Don’t say a word when I’m fucking you.”

  He stands and rolls her back over. She looks at the wall again and sees a larger figure taking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants. She watches Paul pull out a chair to sit and watch.

  “Try her out, tell me how she feels. I think she likes it.”

  Cove’s lips are an inch from mine. His breathing is heavy as he pulls off his tie, and unbuttons his shirt. I pull my dress over my head, and he gazes at my naked body, running his hand down my chest to my garter.

  “Fuck, Sophia. You’re so gorgeous. I want you. I need you.”

  He grips the side of the sink, leaning down, touching my mouth with his lips. His warm breath flows into my mouth as I wait.

  He reaches down with one hand, opening his pants enough to pull out his thick cock. His arm wraps around my back, and he finally presses his lips against mine, taking my mouth into his, surging in with his tongue.

  “Fuck,” I exhale, placing my hand on his chest. “I need you too.”

  “Oh yeah, you slut. Oh, fuck.” Paul’s brute pulls out of Mera, coming on her back. He falls onto her, humping her as he continues to shoot out. He huffs before finally coming to a stop.

  “Clean her up, Dayne. I’m not finished with her.”

  She turns and looks at Paul, remembering the conversation over dinner at Giorgio’s. It’s hard to forget a name that unique. He’s Devery’s brother, one of the twins.

  He wipes her back with a towel, and grips her arm, pulling her to a standing position.

  “Why don’t you shower before we leave so I can have some time alone with her.”

  Dayne follows Paul’s orders, walking out of the bedroom and back to the living area of the hotel suite. Paul motions for Mera to kneel in front of him. She shakes her head no with a smile.

  He laughs and rubs a finger across his mouth as he glares into her eyes. “If I ever have to ask you to do something twice….” She drops down to her knees before he finishes, his heartless voice choking the defiance out of her.

  “Open your mouth for me.”

  “Sophia,” Cove says softly, placing his forehead on mine, out of breath from our deep kisses. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” He lifts his head, his warm and loving eyes looking into mine. “Tell me you love me.”

  I place the back of my hand on his cheek and lightly brush his skin. “I love you.”

  He reaches down to his shaft with heavy breaths, rubbing his tip between my outer lips to find my entrance. He pushes slowly inside of me; his head falls to my shoulder as he gasps with pleasure.

  “My God, that’s softer and warmer than I could have ever imagined.” He watches his movements down below. “Jesus, Sophia.” He raises his head and devours my mouth, lifting me from the sink and pressing me against the back wall. I place my feet on the sink for stability, as he moves my body onto his erection. He’s still growing inside of me, consuming my inner space. I’ve been waiting for this, and it’s more than I could have dreamed. I thought he would be the type to plan a cliché romantic dinner with flowers, giving himself to me afterward in a soft king-sized bed. Thank God he knows me well enough to give me a slam against the airplane bathroom wall while we make love for the first time.

  “Oh fuck, when can we do this again?” he growls.

  “Are you finished? I didn’t feel you come.”

  He smiles and his dimples show, while his eyes are glazed ov
er in delight. “No. We just entered the point of no return. You’ll know when I come. I just need to hear this isn’t over between us.”

  “We can do this for our entire lives,” I whisper into his ear.

  His head rests on my shoulder again, as he lets out another deep breath. He watches himself slide deep inside, and I moan with pleasure.

  “You like it slow, don’t you?” he asks, nipping at my neck.

  “Yes, go slow, Babe.”

  We both watch as he glides in and out, our eyes closing at times, unable to handle the sight of such intense pleasure. We smile at one another and he kisses me again. I own this moment with him. I don’t want this to be over. This time together, this airplane ride, it can never end.

  “That’s right, Mera. Suck it.” Paul has his hands on each side of her head, pushing her up and down onto his dick. “Make me come. Come on, suck me.”

  A burst of his seed hits the back of her throat and he leans forward, with his abs tight, and hands firm against the back of her head. He slides out, rubbing himself off, and onto her face.

  “Keep your mouth open,” he commands, circling her lips with his tip. “That’s right, taste me. Fuck, that’s good.” He slows his hand, closing his eyes for the final shots before resting back in the chair, taking deep breaths.

  “Stand up. I want to look at your beautiful body,” he huffs.

  Mera stands, viewing her shadow that’s cast over Paul’s body. Her outline runs across his face, splitting his cold eyes in two.

  “Cove,” I say, clenching down on my teeth so that no one hears. “I’m going to come. Oh God, you feel incredible, Babe. Go slow, feel me as I come with you inside of me.”

  He does his best to stay in control, while I place my lips on his. We both groan, his mass sliding against my clit.

  “Oh fuck. Cove,” I say, a little too loud. I watch his reflection in the mirror as he places his hand over my mouth, his body moving in rhythm with mine. My eyes squint and my fingers clench his back.

  “I feel you. I can feel you coming around me, Sophia. Don’t stop, I’m going to come with you.” He turns and places my ass back on the sink, moving faster to catch up. His shaft is like a rock as he pounds into me. “God, you feel so amazing.” He lifts his head, and I set my leg on his shoulder. “Fuck,” he says, and I feel his first rush of fluid escape his body, shooting directly inside of me. He starts to pull out and I push up against him, not allowing him to escape.

  “I’m not done, don’t stop,” I whimper, my body quivering as sweat forms between my breasts. I feel another discharge from him, as his semen begins to flow out of my body. My leg shakes, and I wrap it around his hip. Both of our mouths are open, our eyes in an erotic daze as our pulses sink, firing waves of energy throughout our bodies. We can feel one another tremble down below, generating pleasurable aftershocks. He shivers, and wraps his arms around me before sliding out. My mouth is kissed deeply, passionately, for a good five minutes.

  He looks down at himself again, trying to catch his breath.

  “Sophia,” he pants. “Did I disappoint you?”

  I smile; a tear runs down my cheek as my heart explodes with joy. “Never. You have me Cove, I’m yours.”

  He looks up and smiles with pure elation on his face, as he wipes my tear and places a sweet kiss on my forehead. His head moves around to my ear, and I feel his soft lips press against my lobe. We embrace, and he whispers words that have never been surrendered to me in the past.

  “I love you.”

  Paul follows Mera’s nude figure from her feet to her face. He shows no emotion. She stares at her shadow cast over his figure, trying not to see the man before her. Harsh words escape his mouth and echo throughout the room, words that have never been used on her in the past.

  “I own you.”

  Everything’s about to change.

  DESERT STAR

  Book Two of The NOVA Trilogy

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  PROLOGUE

  “I told the kid to wait upstairs, Paul. I did my best to calm him down but he’s crying, and he took a swing at me.”

  “Did you get the take?”

  “Yeah, I did,” Doron pauses. He searches for regret in Paul’s face but only sees a smirk of pleasure. “Who the hell will be turned on when they watch shit like this?” he exhales. “It’s obvious in the take that he didn’t want to do it. Everyone’s gonna see that. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t jerk off to it.”

  “Do you know how many clients requested this? I can’t fucking believe you’d even question one of the best business decisions I’ve ever made. Just wait. If they like what they see and ask for more, our bank accounts will overflow in a few months.”

  “Well… Leondra’s gonna kick your ass. Fuck, Paul. I might have to kick your ass. This feels wrong. Fuck, my head hurts just thinking about it. You better be careful, this kid’s messed-up right now. What’s the plan to calm him down? What if he goes to the cops?” Doron asks, as he paces next to the kitchen table and watches Paul drop a needle through the grip of a tattoo machine. “Why do you have two of those?”

  “One’s a liner and the other’s a shader,” Paul responds, ignoring Doron’s other questions. “Maybe you should head home. I don’t need you for anything else, and your wife will be on your case again if you’re late. I can handle our young Star on my own.”

  Doron stops and grips the back of Paul’s chair. He peers over his shoulder at the machine, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, you’re really gonna do this?”

  “What? Scare the shit out of him so he knows not to cross me? Yeah, I am. It’s part of the game. He’ll know he’s mine every time he looks down at his chest. This is only step one. Trust me, the kid won’t go to the cops. He’s a momma’s boy and I have a surprise for him.”

  Doron sighs. “I’ll stay. I won’t be able to sleep tonight with the image of him in tears stuck in my head. I need some sort of closure to what we did this afternoon.” He walks to the stairwell and listens for Cove. “It’s quiet up there. Do you think I should check on him?”

  “No need, I’m ready. Follow me.”

  “Alright, did Natalie leave?”

  “She took off when you were still upstairs. She has two video shoots for us tomorrow, so I told her to go home and get some rest. You know, she’s become one of the top requested girls by our clients. People love that small pussy and tight ass.”

  “Well, you must have paid her a fortune to do this shit,” Doron groans, as he follows Paul to the second floor.

  “Yeah, just like I’m paying you, so shut the fuck up. I’m tired of the way you moan like a bitch.”

  Paul opens the door to an empty room. “Where’d that fucker go? Look in the closet; I’ll head over to the other bedroom. He’s around here somewhere.”

  “Not in the closet. I’ll check the bathroom,” Doron says.

  Paul walks down the hall and stops. He turns back toward Doron. “Wait, I hear sniffling. Listen.”

  There’s silence for a moment then a weep and a rustle in the hallway. “I think he’s next to you in that linen closet.”

  Doron opens the door and sees Cove huddled on the floor. He lets out a fierce kick and strikes his foot against Doron’s shin. Paul pushes Doron out of the way and drags him out.

  “Aaew!” Cove howls. He punches Paul in the leg and screams. “My father’s going to kill you, Paul. Just wait, my mother’s going to sue your ass.”

  Paul lifts him up by the neck. His feet dangle and his face turns red. “Knoc
k it off!” Paul yells, inches from Cove’s face. He instantly complies, unable to escape the two men who are three times his size.

  Paul looks into his eyes and holds his neck and chin so he can’t turn away. In a low threatening voice, he lets him know who’s in charge. “Do you want to die today, my little Star? It’d be easy to tie a concrete block around your foot and toss you into the Mississippi. How long can you hold your breath?”

  Cove raises his knee and makes contact with Paul’s balls. Paul glares into Cove’s eyes and shakes his head with a grin on his face. “If I didn’t need that face in pristine condition I’d have your teeth in the palm of my hand. You’re a fighter little one, but you’re not a man. No man would knee another man in the nuts. Still, there’s something about you that I like. That’s why you’re my Star. My Nova,” Paul seethes, dropping him to the ground.

  Cove holds his hands to his neck as tears well in his eyes. He gasps and chokes for air.

  “I wonder how far I can take you? How much money the two of us can make together?” Paul says, walking down the hall to the stairs. “Bring him down, Doron. We have some business to take care of. I’ll be in the living room.”

  Doron holds his hand out to Cove. “Come on, I’m gonna take you home soon. The faster you move down those stairs, the faster I can make that happen.”

  “Don’t touch me, you prick,” Cove growls. He rises on his own and refuses to touch Doron. “You’re going to jail just like Paul, unless my father kills the two of you first.”

  “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy being with Natalie. No one would believe you if you told them about it anyway. You have no proof,” Doron says in a frantic voice. “Do you think some cop’s gonna listen to a teenager complain that a woman did that to him? Think about your description of her to the police. ‘Yeah officer, she was beautiful with long brown hair and giant tits.’ The looks they’d give you, and the humiliation you’d feel… it isn’t worth it. And do you really want your mother to know about this? You’d break her heart. Your father’s too.”