by Jayce, Aven
“It was only a question. I didn’t mean you or I would kill him anyway. I thought about it because you mentioned contract killing on the deep web. That stuck with me.”
“God, Sophia. No. I’m totally repulsed by him and sometimes I wish he could feel what I feel, but I’ve never thought about killing him per se, no. I may have voiced it, but it’s just the pent-up anger that’s surfacing. I don’t have it in me to kill another person, no matter how evil they are. Besides, I don’t know what would be worse, to step into that underground world of the deep web, or stay in the porn industry and do shit for Paul. I’m sorry I even mentioned it,” he says with unease. “Let’s not talk about your father for a while.”
I place my arm over his waist and pull him closer so our abdomens touch, flesh against flesh. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I say stupid things sometimes. I didn’t mean to spoil the mood or upset you.”
“I’m fine. I just don’t know how to soothe your heart. I’ve never had anyone cry over me before. I feel bad about that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not the one who’s hurt me, Cove.”
“I hope you still believe that tomorrow after we meet with your father.”
“He’s already told me that you’re a monster. I’m sure he has more nasty things to put in my head about you. I know. I’ll be strong.”
“Just remember, no matter what your father and I say to one another, no matter what you hear… I love you.” He gently brushes my hair off the side of my face and places it carefully behind my shoulder. “Can you remember that for me?” he asks as he looks into my eyes.
“Of course, Babe,” I say with a smile. He closes his eyes and places his head against my chest. “How are we going to get close to him?” I ask.
“I’ll send him a text this afternoon. I’ll let him know we’re coming. I’m sure he already knows we’re here and he’ll expect to hear from me today. If he won’t speak to us himself, he’ll deliver a message. But honestly, I wish we didn’t have to leave this bed. I’d like to just lie here and hold you for days,” he whispers.
His cock grows back to its erect length and touches my leg. He kisses my breast, gliding his tongue across my nipple while my hand caresses his shoulders and neck.
“Hmm… that’s nice. My body still hurts from the other day.”
“I’m glad your bruises have faded,” I say. “So, what are we going to do the rest of the day?”
He slides next to me, rests his head on my pillow, his face inches from mine. “We have some business to attend to, like the call to Devery, contact with Paul, and a check-in with my mother. Sleep’s also on the list, but for now, sweet Sophia, I would like to make love to you.”
“I think I can handle that, but if I recall it’s my turn to make love to you.”
He pushes my shoulder back and rolls on top of me. Those beautiful dark eyes look into mine, searching for approval. I lift my upper body to make contact with his lips only to be teased with a slight jerk back of his head. He smirks and I lift off the bed again, trying frantically to pleasure his mouth.
“Slow, Sophia. I want you to come. Look at my face. Watch my expression and how much I yearn for you, especially when I’m in you. Watch me.”
He lifts his waist and slides his tip over my opening. I’m wet and he growls at the instant lubrication I offer him. I think about stopping him but he said he would pull out. I trust him. We’ve already done it without a condom so I can’t worry too much about diseases. If he has one then he’s already passed it along to me. I trust him. God, he better pull out. Maybe I should stop him. No, I trust him.
“Hey. Look at me. Stay with me, Baby. I know what you’re thinking. I’ll pull out long before I’m ready.”
He looks into my eyes again, waiting for me to relax. I smile so he knows I’m ready. With one quick push he’s inside and we both groan with pleasure.
“Jesus,” he gasps. His eyes close and he parts his lips. He holds still for a few moments, enjoying my wet space. “Watch me, Sophia. Feel the pleasure from my dick and see the hunger I have for you.”
He slides slowly back out, placing my legs over his thighs as he looks down. “I’m going to rock into you in the most gentle way, inching my way in and back out, bit by bit, until you come.”
“God, Cove,” I squirm, placing my hands behind my head and under the pillow. “Who knew words could stimulate me the way that yours do. This dirty talk thing is enough to make me come.”
He grins, definitely proud of the fact that he can turn me on so easily. He pulls my knees up close to his chest and slides his shaft deep inside. I watch him bite his bottom lip as he begins to move in a slow rhythmic motion, his eyes set on mine, his breaths heavy. I wonder if this is better than other things he’s done. I can only hope the pleasure he feels is as intense as mine.
He leans forward, placing his hands next to my chest as he picks up speed. My legs part and wrap around his waist. He puts just the right amount of pressure on my G-spot causing me to roar in appreciation.
“Does that feel good, Baby?”
“Hmm, mmm,” I moan, as I watch the arousal in his face. His tongue swipes his lips leaving them suggestively wet. “You’re so sexy,” I say. “I need those lips on mine.”
He falls fiercely against my chest and attacks my mouth with deep lunges of his tongue. We roll like fighting animals. I win. I’m on top. He takes my head in his hands, panting hard, relinquishing his control to me.
“Be gentle,” he pleads.
“No,” I smile, “We’ll do things my way now.”
“Come for me first, then you can do whatever you want.”
He releases his hands from my face and props a pillow under his head, getting comfortable for the show. I rest my hands on his chest and move my hips back to slide him out. He sighs and peers down, disappointed in my release.
“You’re so soft and warm, Baby. Put me back. I don’t want that wet pussy to leave my dick. It soothes me. I’ve never felt so calm before in my life. I need it.”
“Shh,” I hush him with my finger over his lips. “I will,” I whisper. “Let me do something first.”
I walk over to my bag and search for a box. It’s under all of my clothes, hidden between the two cups of my folded bra. I quickly open the box and then the plastic package it’s wrapped in. I’m glad I packed it before we left. I thought our lives would get back on track once we spent more time with one another. My gut told me that we would be together.
“What are you doing?”
“Pleasuring myself…and you.” I crawl back over him and slide the vibrating ring down his cock. He watches my hand turn it so the tickler faces up. A tease for my sweet spot. I grab his length and glide back onto him until the toy rests against my clit.
“Holy shit. Why do you have that with you?”
“Just in case.”
“In case of what?”
I smile, not answering him. He closes his eyes and laughs with approval; his face beams in amusement. I’m pleased that he tolerates my play. I slide into the tickler while I rub and fondle his nipples.
The combination of the vibrator, the tickler, and Cove’s dick are sumptuous, trussing my body into a fiery craze. I feel a small spasm, then another, as he takes hold of my hips, pounding himself deep inside. I snarl and wail. My head falls back as the first explosion hits.
“Fuck, Baby. That’s it. Come for me.”
“Cove,” I cry out, as we beat and grind together.
He pulls me to his chest and throws his arms around my body as I come around his cock. I whimper and drive short blows into his abdomen, covering him in my pleasure.
“Whoa,” he huffs. “Wow…I didn’t expect that.” He lifts my body up and tugs the ring off, tossing it on the floor. “I have to take it off before the vibrations make me come.”
“That’s part of what did it for me,” I sigh. “But mainly it was you. I actually thought I might last longer with that thing against my clit instead of your flesh,
but my plan backfired.”
“Is that why you did that?” he laughs.
“Yes, I’m so turned on by you and I don’t want to keep losing control like I have been.”
Cove flips me onto my back and inches on top. His mouth attaches to mine as he delivers an appreciative kiss. He looks into my eyes and runs his hand through my hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “You amaze me. Don’t think you need to stay in control. You can let go whenever you want.”
Our lips lock and he glides back inside. There’s a grunt from deep in his throat and he drops his head to my chest, showing extreme affection with each gentle, delicate insertion. He loves it slow and I can only imagine this kind of sex doesn’t happen in the porn industry. It’s my turn to pleasure him. I’ve waited for this. He needs me to be relaxed and unhurried. I know what to do.
“Cove,” I whisper. “I want you to lift your waist just slightly off me so I have room to move my hips. Stay still for me, and let me do all the work. All I want you to do is think about your cock as it slides in and out. Think about my warmth and how wet I am for you. Feel me. Enjoy me.”
“Mmm,” he groans, obeying my words. I position my legs between his, as he lifts his hips. Slowly, I drop. His shaft slides down. I push back in, gently, peacefully, until I feel his tip deep inside. Steadily I repeat the motion. With composure I hold onto his waist, calmly gliding him in… and out. His face is tranquil, his eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Stay with me,” I whisper. “Just like you made me do for you. Look at me.”
“Sophia,” he moans.
“You made me come. Feel how wet I am.” I tighten my inner space as I move, putting pressure on his cock.
“Fuck.”
“Shh,” I hush him. “Enjoy yourself. Remember, I like to fuck. Let me fuck you,” I say in my softest voice. “Watch me. Watch me fuck you.”
“It’s never felt this good before,” he weeps, taking in a deep breath. The muscles throughout his body constrict. I reach down and massage his balls and can sense that they’re about to burst. “I’m getting close.”
“Pull out for me, Babe.”
“No. Another minute. Let me feel you around my dick for as long as I can hold out,” he pleads, sinking down to my ear and sucking on the lobe. I thrust and demand his body join mine. He succumbs and takes control of the movement. His entire body is erect. He groans, pounds heavily and another explosion of lubrication is released from my insides.
“Oh, Sophia!” he yells, pulling out just in time. A quick burst of cum hits my stomach, then another. I grab his shaft and he moves my hand slowly to guide his orgasm. “Yes, Baby. That’s it, unleash me.”
His eyes are clenched as the final drop falls to my stomach. He releases an immense breath and collapses face down at my side, panting in pleasure.
I rub his back until his muscles relax. It takes the two of us some time to quiet our bodies into a restful state. We face one another in silence, smiling, tracing fingers along flesh, and invading one another’s hearts until our eyes become heavy.
I don’t know which one of us said it; all I can remember are the words sweet dreams, my love before drifting off to sleep, feeling happy and safe next to him.
CHAPTER THREE
The room’s dark when I awake. I reach for Cove, only to find an empty bed and a flash of déjà vu. “You shithead. You left me again.”
There’s a small surge of laughter from behind me and I turn to see him in a chair with his laptop.
“Don’t worry, I’m still here.”
I lay flat on the bed, placing my arms above my head. It must be late afternoon and I feel well rested.
“What are you working on?” I ask.
“Business. I sent your father a text and I checked in with my mother, then I had some work to do.”
“What kind of work?”
“Something for your father. I need to clean up a situation.”
“I thought he fired you?”
“He did, but I can still try to make him some money as an apology. I’d like to go back to St. Louis and be with you, so the faster I get some things together for him, the sooner he’ll let me go.”
“How long do you think it will take for him to forgive you?”
Cove closes his Mac and places it on the table. He sits back and folds his hands, more relaxed than I’ve seen him in days.
“Never, Sophia. I’ve done too many things wrong, but I can at least try to make him some money, that’s what he wants more than anything. If I can do that, my life can continue on.”
“Our life.”
“Yes, our life.”
I sit up to look around the room. I didn’t notice it earlier because I was preoccupied with sex. Cove’s on a leather chair in front of a desk. There’s a recliner in the corner and a small dining table. I’m in a king-size bed lying on a dark brown suede blanket and our suitcases are on the floor. There’s also a flat screen and the bathroom is around the corner by the entry door. I stand and give Cove a kiss before I head to the sink to freshen up. He touches my breast and then opens his laptop as I walk away.
It’s a modest room. We don’t need much if we’re just going to use it to eat and fuck. He probably doesn’t want to call attention to us anyway. He was smart to get a place so close to the strip. One of my father’s casinos is just a block away and I believe that’s where the adult expo will take place.
I flush the toilet and wait for the bath water to warm. The mirror reflects the rosy cheeks of a happy young woman, someone who just got laid by a person she loves. I have the classic, ear-to-ear sex grin, and I can’t see it disappearing from my face anytime soon.
I slide out of my garter and thigh-highs I’ve had on since we left St. Louis, and step into the shower, washing the dried semen off my stomach. The hot water soothes my muscles, sore from two days of lust. If Cove wasn’t pleasuring me, I was taking things into my own hands, literally. I can’t seem to pacify my craving for him. It’s that face and those eyes, his body, hair, and clothes. The whole package makes me melt. And he’s good in bed. No…he’s fucking great in bed. God, I can’t believe I’m with a porn star. I can see why he has so many followers. What he says to me in bed…I’m turned on again just thinking about it. I hope I satisfy him. I hope I can give him what he wants, what he needs, what he desires.
I turn off the shower and open the curtain, a bit startled to see him standing in front of me… fully erect. “Whoa.”
He helps me step out of the tub and then lifts me into his arms. I’m carried out of the bathroom and positioned on my knees in front of the bed. I’m wet, inside and out. I feel his chest against my back, and swiftly my head is forced down into the blanket. He holds my wrists, stretching my arms out in front of me. His knees part my legs and with one hard thrust he’s inside. He holds still, breathless.
“I need to fuck you, Sophia. Tell me that’s okay,” he whispers.
“I don’t know why you need to ask. We’ve already done it a few times today.”
“No, I’ve made love to you. We’ve made love to one another. Now I want to fuck you. It’s going to be quick and hard.”
I let out a deep exhale as his words set me on fire. “Do it,” I exclaim. “Anything you want.”
He holds my wrists and slams further into me; his rigid piece stretches my flesh to meet his size. He pounds quickly, relentlessly, forcing himself deep inside. My cries turn him on and he loses control, going deeper than anyone’s ever gone before.
“Fuck, take it from me. I’m gonna come, Baby.”
He pulls out and immediately prods at my ass. A burst of cum lubricates my behind and he pushes partway in. I scream and he groans. He drives harder, trying to part me. He erupts and bursts of cum shoot inside. I try to crawl away only to feel his grip tighten around my wrists.
“Ah, fuck!” I cry, trying frantically to catch my breath. I bury my head deep into the covers and bite down on the bed. My words are muffled until I come up for air, panting as he slowly co
mes to rest.
He gently glides out and I feel tremendous freedom. I want more. He rolls my body over and lies down on top of me, kissing my lips in an apologetic way.
“I can’t believe I did that to you. I’m sorry. I was out of control. I couldn’t get you out of my head when you were in the shower. I kept picturing the water all over your naked body.”
“I want more,” I huff.
“What?” he looks at me inquisitively.
“That was fucking bad-ass, in more ways than one. When can we do that again?”
He laughs and pulls me into a big hug. “Soon, but let’s plan on us making love more often than having a quickie. I just needed to try it. I wanted to come inside of you.”
“You’ve never done that before?”
“No. I’ve felt it, but I’ve never done it. Not from behind.”
“Oh,” I say softly, saddened by the thought of what that means. He gives me a kiss and takes my hands into his.
“Don’t worry, Everything’s good. What do you say we get dressed and I’ll order us some food. You can call Devery.”
Devery. I forgot to call her when we got here. I wonder what she wants. “Can you order me a chicken sandwich with French fries if they have it?”
“And if they don’t?”
“A burger or a BLT will be fine.”
“Coming right up.” Cove picks up the hotel room phone and rings up to room service while I pull my phone out of my bag and flip through my texts. There’s a new one from Mera that I immediately open.
TABOH GHM NISM?
“What the fuck?” I mumble.
Cove sends an inquisitive look my way as he speaks to the kitchen staff. He walks over and looks at the message, shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. I send a text back as I wait for him to finish our order.
UOK? RUSOS?
“What’s going on?” he asks, hanging up the phone.
“It’s Mera. She’s acting strange again.”