by Jayce, Aven
“Hold it there, Baby. Just for a second, then I’m going to fuck you.”
I look up at him and watch as his mouth opens in extreme ecstasy. He wraps my hair around to the back of my head and I slowly glide his cock back out of my mouth. He walks over to the romance gift basket and takes one of the condoms out of the box.
“Will you put it on me?” he asks. I take it from his hand and grin at the suggestion. Tearing the wrapper, I immediately smell cherries, something we both find amusing. I place it on his tip, leaving a small amount of room at the top for his release, and then roll the rest down his length.
He nods in approval then in one quick swoop I’m off the bed and on the secretary desk. Cove pushes the desk chair out of our way then runs his fingers through my hair. He softly pulls my head back, exposing my face and lips to his. He leans in; his mouth satisfies mine with deep kisses and racing tongues. I run my hand over his chest, take a heavy breath, and wait to feel him inside of me.
“Now, Cove. Fuck me, now,” I insist.
“Demanding this evening, aren’t we?” he grins, grabbing my feet and placing them around his waist. I feel his tip touch my outer lips, then prod deeper, slowly into my entrance over my wet flesh. He places his hands on my back and drives himself forward, reaching my deepest space. He thrusts again and exhales, his abdominal muscles taut and erect.
“Fuck,” he exclaims, trying to gain control with a slower pace.
“I want you to lose control. Don’t just make love to me, fuck me,” I insist.
His cock twitches at my words and his tongue races into my mouth. He groans as he shoves deeper and harder inside of me than ever before. The table rocks and the lamp next to us rattles against the wall, Cove pushes it off and it crashes to the floor. He lays me along the table, placing one leg to my side and keeping his other planted on the ground. He drives his entire body against mine, looking down into my face with narrow eyes. He licks his lips, his hips crush into me. I feel every inch of him strain to keep from shooting out. He wants to come, but he holds back for me.
“Jesus, you’re wet for me. I can’t believe how slick you are, even with the condom between us I can tell. Come for me, Sophia. I won’t last much longer, not when I’m looking down at your body.”
He pounds faster and sweat forms on his chest. He leans forward, placing more pressure on my clit and I feel my orgasm build. He moves over the top of me and is gorgeous, only wanting to please me, not asking for anything else but my release. I close my eyes and lift my hips, rocking into his cock. I feel a twinge around my clit. I whimper and clench my eyes.
“That’s it, Sweetness. Come for me.”
He descends over my body, changing his movements to slow, steady, and deep thrusts.
“Mmm,” I murmur, my body trembles as my inner space explodes around his shaft.
“Yes,” he hisses, barely moving, milking my orgasm leisurely out of my body.
“Cove!” I scream, unable to take the slow pace. He laughs then powers himself into me, just as I requested: a firm, strong, hard fuck. My head hits the table and the notepad that I hadn’t noticed earlier digs into the flesh of my back. We breathe like beasts, our bodies drip with sweat, and his rigid mass widens stretching my insides. He kisses my breasts, my mouth, and my earlobes. My orgasm lasts forever, waiting for his to begin. Muscle spasms flutter throughout my body and every thrust causes a rush of warm waves to encase his cock.
“Oh, Sophia. I want to come all over you.”
I place my hand on his chest and stop his motion. He pulls out and I grab his length, quickly tugging the condom off.
“I’m coming.”
His stomach tenses and before I can slide my hand over his piece, he comes. He grabs hold of himself, his mouth slightly open and tensed, his brows furrowed as he shoots out onto my stomach and chest.
“Oh fuck,” he yells, placing his hand against the wall for stability. I watch each shot land on my flesh, up my stomach, chest, and to my face. He collapses over my body, spreading his fluid between the two of us.
He pants, and I shake. He sighs, and I exhale. We lay on the desk for a good ten minutes, smiling, kissing, desperate for air, until I can’t handle the hard wood and office supplies against my body any longer.
“Cove, Babe. I need to get up. I love you to death but this is really uncomfortable.”
He smiles and stands, pulling me off the desk. A pen that was stuck to my flesh falls to the floor, along with the notepad. Cove turns me around and rubs my body to ease the pain.
“Sorry, Soph. I didn’t realize you were on all that shit.”
“No worries. I didn’t either until it was too late.”
“You have indentations on your back, did I hurt you?” he inquires, a concerned look on his face.
“Nope, I’m just fine. That was amazing.”
He wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground into a big hug. “Wine?”
“Yeah, definitely. And one of those chocolates too.”
“You got it.”
He hands me the glass he poured earlier, and fills one for himself. “To us,” he says, clinking my glass. We both take a small sip, then in unison, gulp it down.
“Great minds think alike,” I say.
He tosses me a chocolate truffle, and as I unwrap the candy, he pours two more glasses of the Zinfandel, handing me one and placing the other on the end table next to the bed. He turns down the comforter and sheets, props the pillows, and leaves a cozy spot for us to snuggle. I place my wine on the other end table, my mouth full of chocolate, and happily slide into bed, resting my back against the headboard.
“This is great,” I say, loving the fact that we’re alone.
“Yeah, I wanted to have a relaxing night after that busy day,” he replies, as a text comes through on his phone. He looks at me and I roll my eyes, knowing that we spoke too soon. “Well fuck-a-duck,” he says, taking his phone out of his sport jacket.
“Who is it?” I ask.
“My mother. She wants to know if we’re okay. I forgot to call her after the expo like I told her I would. Do you mind if I make a call?”
“Of course not, tell her I said hello and that she should give Lewis a hug from me.”
Leaning over the bed he places a kiss on my forehead. “You’re the best.”
“I know,” I smirk, taking a sip of my wine. “Throw me that other chocolate.”
“Yes, my dear,” Cove laughs, tossing the chocolate on the bed. I must look like a spoiled brat, sprawled out naked in bed, sipping wine, and eating chocolate truffles. I’m loving every minute of it.
I watch as Cove pulls his boxers and shirt back on and sits in the recliner to place the call.
“You don’t have to get dressed.”
“Yes. I do. I can’t talk to my mother when I’m naked.”
“She can’t see you, Cove.”
“It’s just weird…hello, Mother? I’m sorry. Some things came up.” He listens and starts to pick at the leather armrest, just like he did earlier to the steering wheel in the car. It must be a nervous thing that he does. “No, everything’s fine. We went to the Bellagio fountain after the expo and then lost track of time, I’m sorry.”
There’s silence, and I start to sense tension in the room.
“I know,” he says. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I didn’t know she was going to leave the….” It’s quiet again as Leondra cuts Cove off. He sighs and pulls the lever on the side of the chair, releasing the footrest and tilting the back. He lounges and listens. “Uh huh, I see. So then you’ve talked to Paul?”
I sit up, not happy to hear those words.
“No, tomorrow…” he hesitates. “About a hundred grand.”
I gulp at the information. Should I hear this? How much did he say? And for what?
“I said about, I don’t know for sure. And no, she doesn’t…” he sighs again, frustrated by the questions. “Mother, no, she doesn’t. I couldn’t. What do you want me to do?” he rais
es his voice, becoming upset. “Tomorrow at nine. I’ll try to call you after it’s over, but I can’t promise anything.”
“Tell her what I said,” I chime in.
“Sophia says hello and she wants you to give Lewis a hug from her. Okay?” He looks at me and smiles. “She said she hugs him every hour.”
“Ahh, that’s so sweet. What a lucky cat,” I respond.
“I love you too. And Mother?” he pauses. “I’m sorry.” He hangs up the phone and places his index finger to his mouth, sliding it over his lips. He stares off into space, and I decide to give him a few minutes to think before I start to bitch. What’s all that money for?
I lean back against the bed and sip my wine in silence, waiting patiently for his return. Cove? Hello? You in there? Finally, he uses one foot to move the chair, turning it in my direction. I look at him and flash a concerned, yet sensitive smile. He moves his finger from his mouth and smiles back, raising his arm for me to come and snuggle next to him. I immediately obey, needing to be close to him and suddenly even more concerned about tomorrow.
“You okay?” I ask, as I place my body along his, wrapping my arm over his chest. He rests a hand on my waist, and kisses my head, rocking us back and forth with his free foot.
“Yeah, I’m okay. My mother’s worried.”
“Why did my father call her?”
“I don’t know for sure. I think he probably knew she’d call me, and that would throw me off. He doesn’t want me on top of my game tomorrow. He’ll do anything to keep me on edge… at all times. That’s why I think he called her. It’s just a game. Don’t worry about it too much.”
“Well, you know I have to ask about…”
“Don’t,” he says, cutting me off. “I told you it was a business deal and money was involved. That’s it. Just don’t. Okay?”
I rest my head against his chest and listen to his heart. It’s racing and it’s obvious that the conversation upset him more than I thought. I let it go. Completely out of character for me, but something I’m finding myself doing more and more of lately. I’ll allow Cove to take control of the situation… and of me.
“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be an ass,” he says, rubbing my thigh. I place my hand on his nipple and squeeze, making him laugh and squirm. “You know, Sophia. We should really wipe this sticky stuff off our bodies.” I giggle and walk over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel for the two of us to use.
“It’s already crusty,” I say, trying to clean both of our chests.
“Sorry.”
“You can’t apologize for that, Cove. It’s not your fault it dries eventually. There, that’s better,” I say, tossing the towel on the floor and returning to my cozy spot next to him.
“God, Sophia. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“And you never will again,” I retort.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” He stirs in his chair, then sighs, unable to get comfortable. “Do you mind if we go back to the bed? I thought this was a good idea, but now I realize this chair is cold and there’s barely enough room for the two of us.”
“Sure thing,” I say, quickly on the mattress. “I want to get back to my wine anyway. That’s more important than being close to you and touching your body.”
“Oh really?” he asks, sitting next to me with his wine.
“Yeah, women can’t live on rods alone. We need wine, beer, and hard liquor too.”
My comment makes him laugh and I clink his glass, drinking to my clever and tipsy words.
“Cove?”
“Yes, Sweetness.”
“That was one hell of an orgasm.”
“Mine or yours?”
“Mine. And yours, I hope.”
He takes my hand and gives it a soft kiss. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. One of the best.”
“One? Not the best?”
“Maybe the best. I’ve never kept track, but it may’ve been the best. Definitely in the top three.”
“Take another drink, Soph. I love the shit that spews out of your mouth when you’re drunk.”
“Okay, the best,” I say with a grin.
“No, no. That’s okay. You don’t have to say that just so you don’t hurt my feelings,” he jokes. “I’ll have another chance to pleasure you, and when I do, there won’t be any doubt in your mind as to whether or not it’s the best. Just wait.”
I watch as Cove places his wine down and blows out the candles, then sets the alarm on his phone for seven. He crawls into bed as I finish my second glass of wine. We meet under the comforter, arms wrapped tightly around one another’s bodies. He makes sure my skin is covered with the sheets and gives me a soft goodnight kiss on the cheek.
“Sophia?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“Just so you know, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
CHAPTER TEN
“Why do they have to fight every time Paul throws a party?” Natalie asks.
“They’re both alpha males and want to be head of the pack in this house. Only they’re the only two in the pack. I think it’s fucking ridiculous that Dayne even moved in here, but Paul doesn’t trust anyone else, so if he wanted protection while at home, Dayne would be the logical choice,” Cove responds. He takes her hand and walks her to the backyard.
“The pool is empty tonight. I’m surprised no one’s enjoying a swim. Do you want to go in?” she asks.
“I don’t swim, Natalie. Water terrifies me. I haven’t been fond of it in years, not after I met Paul and the Rosens.”
“They’re inside, and the way it looks right now, Dayne’s about to fuck that new blond,” she says. “Besides, I’m already in my bikini, I should use the thing for something other than exposing my body to Paul’s clients.”
Cove watches as she tests the water with her foot. She smiles at its warmth and dives in, coming up from under the water with her long brown hair slicked back on her head.
“Star, come on. We never get a chance to enjoy ourselves when we’re here. Take a break for a couple minutes and get in the water. You’ll feel better. It might even relax you.”
“I fucking doubt it,” he grumbles. “I really fear the water, Nat.”
“Well then face it for once. You’re afraid of everything,” she remarks. “Fucking take off your shirt and pants and get in. You’re not going to get over being a pussy, as Paul calls you all the time, unless you do something about it. So maybe you’ll get some courage for once if you fucking get in here.”
Cove stares her down, clenching his fists at her words. At sixteen he’s had enough. Enough shit and name calling from everyone. He wants to dive in and drag her underwater until she’s about to pass out so she understands the terror of teetering on the edge of death. He’d like to do the same to Paul and Dayne.
“You gonna come in, you pussy?”
He looks toward the house and sees Paul with his hand on one of the NOVA brothers from LA. They just arrived and Paul’s ready to sell them off for the night. The room is full of his regular employees, mostly women, who wear their skimpiest bikinis, drink, laugh, and touch the attendees. He looks back at Natalie who has her bikini top in her hand and tosses it to the edge of the pool.
“Don’t do that. I don’t want to make a scene out here and have Paul drag us back in.”
“Like I said, you’re being a wuss. Come on, little chicken shit, get in. This is my last night of doing this crap for a while.”
Cove looks into her eyes and sees a happiness and joy that he hadn’t noticed earlier. Last night? Where’s she going?
“Don’t look so worried, Star. I can’t be in NOVA forever. I’m starting to show my age with bigger hips and ass. I don’t look like a teenager anymore. Paul said it’s time for me to move on.”
“So that’s it?”
“Yeah, for now at least.”
He looks back at the sliding glass doors to see where Paul is and quickly takes off his black pants and white shirt, slides out of his dress sho
es, and takes a seat on the edge of the pool. He places his feet and legs in the water, enjoying the warmth on his flesh.
“Why does Paul make you guys dress up for these things and the rest of us are practically naked?”
“He wants us to look important, pure, and innocent. I guess it’s like a catholic school boy dress.”
“Ah, makes sense, I guess. So where’d your father take off to?”
“Doron took him to dinner. He doesn’t like to be at these things. He gets upset when I disappear with one of Paul’s clients.”
“And your mother? I’ve never met her.”
“Well, I’ve never seen your parents at anything for the company either.”
She laughs and floats around the water. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. I can travel by myself without the help of my mom and dad.”
“My mother doesn’t know anything, and we plan on keeping it that way. We’re on vacation right now, supposedly, and she’s at a surprise dinner for her sister here in Vegas. Usually it’s just my father and I who come. He tells her he’s teaching me the business, and when he travels, he takes me along.”
“What business? Porn?” she laughs.
“No, he does some kind of security for websites,” he responds, aggravated that she thinks it’s a joke.
“And you’re not sure exactly what that is? I guess he’s not doing a very good job training you.”
“Fuck off,” he gripes.
“Are you gonna sit on the edge and talk all night or are you getting in? We don’t have much time before we’re considered MIA.”
Cove slides into the water and walks across the pool to Natalie. She floats, and he takes her feet, pulling her through the water. She laughs and flutters her hands to stay afloat as she enjoys the ride.
“You try it, Star. Get on your back and close your eyes. Don’t think about where we are or what we need to do later on, just feel the warm water lift you to the surface. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“Well it’s time you learned, now float.”
Cove lies on his back with his legs stretched and moves his hands under his body as he tries to steady himself in the water. He tilts and places his feet on the pool floor, then tries again.