by Jayce, Aven
“Hey, Baby,” he mumbles, half-asleep but aware of my absence. “Come here,” he requests, lifting his arm so that I can crawl in and rest against his body. “Mmm, my gorgeous naked woman,” he says, penetrating my mouth with his warm tongue. We kiss and wrap our legs around one another, his cock erect and businesslike between our bodies. “I’m the luckiest bastard alive,” he groans.
I slip out of his arms and disappear under the covers, lowering myself to his mass. I take back everything I ever thought about morning sex. The day old armpit stink and bad breath. It’s different with Cove. I love this man.
I release him from his boxers and flick his crown over my mouth. His stomach muscles instantly tighten and a quick burst of air rushes out of his mouth. He rakes his hand through my hair and guides me to take him in. I deny him entrance to my mouth. His shaft is teased with long licks of my tongue instead. He moans and growls then shifts his hips. I laugh and glide my tongue down to his balls, licking them like I did his shaft.
“Every man should be so lucky,” he whispers.
My tongue slides around, and across, strumming them like a guitar. I take his balls completely into my mouth and moan. A whimpering emerges from above. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, quickly pushing on top of my body, prodding deep between my legs. He holds his erection over me and looks down at my face.
“I wish I could see more than just your silhouette,” he says. “I love your expression when you come.” He moves off the bed and turns on the entry light, leaving us only partially in the dark. “That’s better. Not too bright, but enough light that I can see the passion in your eyes as I ram into you.”
“Sexy.”
He laughs, an apologetic look on his face as he crawls back over me. “Sorry. I’m now torn between whether I want to fuck you or make love to you.”
“So do both.”
“I think I have been, unless it has to do with speed, then I would say we made love at my Aunt and Uncle’s, but last night we fucked. Should I make love to you now?”
“Cove, you’ll spoil the mood. Don’t talk about it, just do it.”
“No, wait. I want to get this right. It’s speed right?”
“Aargh. Roll over.”
“Huh?”
“Roll onto your stomach, now.” I stand and walk over to the romance basket, searching for the massage oil as he turns and complies with my requested position.
“You’re not looking for that spoon, are you?”
“No,” I laugh “The oil. If you want to talk, fine, but we can at least be romantic while we have this conversation. We’ll discuss this as I pleasure you.”
“I just want to make sure I give you what you need. It’s not like I’ve fucked a lot of people, you know? I can tell that you enjoy it, but which way is your favorite?”
I pull the covers off his back and wrap my knees around his hips, straddling him from behind. The vanilla scented oil pours onto his back and he tenses as the first drop reaches his skin.
“Shit, that’s cold.”
“It will warm up. Give it a second,” I say, rubbing it into his flesh as I make large circles with my hands over his body. I reach up to his shoulders, grab and massage his neck, then drag my hands down to his lower back. He moans. His body relaxes as his head rests on the pillow.
“I don’t have a favorite, I just enjoy being with you, no matter what we do. It’s about the way you make me feel, not speed. And you’re right; we’ve been doing both. When we make love, we fuck, and when we fuck, we make love. It’s that simple.” I push my fingertips deep into his shoulder blades, and press firm along his spine. “We haven’t really separated the two, although sometimes we may think we have. You shouldn’t be so insecure about it anyway, neither one of us will be able to enjoy ourselves if all we do is think about it. I don’t want that pressure when we’re intimate.”
“You’re amazing,” he groans into the pillow, enjoying his massage.
“I know I am,” I smirk, lobbing the bottle of oil on the floor and rolling him over. “Look at this awesome body in front of you.”
“Self-centered, narcissistic, and egotistical too,” he grins.
“Those words all mean the same thing.”
“You would know,” he laughs.
I grab his nipples and twist. His eyes clamp shut and his teeth clench, trying to hold in the pain.
“Yeaaaw, ah, Sophia! God that hurts.”
“Serves you right to say I’m egotistical.”
“And narcissistic and self-centered.”
I twist again.
“Ouch! Okay, aaeew. Enough,” he gasps. “Stop.” He reaches up, rubs his chest and frowns at my attack. His nipples are red and I place a finger over his lips, trying to soothe his annoyed expression. He bites my finger, hard, and I cry out.
“You fucker!”
He releases me, my finger throbs and I see teeth marks in my flesh.
“Oh. I’m sorry, Baby,” he grins.
“No you’re not.”
“Well, neither are you.”
We laugh and I fall on the bed next to him, throwing my arm over his body. We kiss and roll. Cove ends up on top, still erect and waiting to ram himself inside. I reach down and slide his tip between my lips, granting him permission.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispers.
I close my eyes and inhale deep in anticipation. He embraces the side of my head with his hands and slowly pushes inside, stopping when he reaches my deepest space. We both exhale and lock in a warm kiss. Our tongues slide around and out, our hands travel across one another’s flesh.
He looks down at me and brushes the hair off my face, while his entire body covers mine. “Sophia, you’re everything to me,” he whispers. “Tell me your needs. I want to satisfy you.”
“Oh Cove,” I whimper, pressing my lips against his. “Everything you do pleases me. Just be you.”
He reaches down and pulls my legs up so my knees are bent and resting against my chest. His cock disappears from my body as he stands and walks over to the box of condoms.
“Don’t move, hold your legs up for me, while I roll this thing on,” he commands, tearing the package open with his teeth. He turns and looks at me, then down at my opening. I’m wet and pulsating. He holds his mass and slides the condom on, never taking his eyes from between my legs. “I could burst right now, just from seeing that gorgeous body of yours open for me.”
He kneels on the end of the bed and slowly inches his way over and on top. I’ve never seen so much passion in one person’s eyes before. He truly loves me.
“I need you,” I whisper.
His chest rests on my legs, his head over mine, smiling at my words. I run my hand through his hair, then grip the back of his neck, pulling him to my mouth. A raspy moan comes from his throat as he reaches down and parts my lips with his cock, swiftly filling my body with his. He leans back, wraps his arms around my legs and brings them to his chest. He rocks into me and back out. Starting slow and gradually building speed. He’s steady. Calm. With each thrust, he watches my face as it warms and glows with desire.
“Cove. Come closer.”
He releases my legs. His soft lips brush lightly against mine. He bites my tongue and drags it into his mouth, pleased by his victory. His cock begins to thrust deeper and harder, as his body lowers onto mine, rubbing against my swelling clit. I feel a rhythm of thumps around my inner lips as his shaft pushes against my insides. My legs stretch down to his feet. My toes curl.
“I’m gonna come, Babe,” I gasp.
He slows his speed. Something I’m now used to. Another tease that makes for a longer, more intense orgasm. He stimulates just the right area of my clit with his body and sends short drives into me with his dick. I push against him and take control of the movement. His body stops and he lifts his hips to allow me to slide at my own pace.
“Oh, God,” I groan. “Oh,” I say, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I grab his hips and try to make him fuck me. I nee
d him. “I’m coming,” I whisper.
He exhales, powering a deep stab of his dick into my space. His arms hold me tight and he waits for my orgasm to end as I shudder and groan.
“You always do that to me,” I say, brushing his hair off his face. “You slow down, and this time you stopped. No one’s ever done that before,” I pant.
“Do you like it?”
“Well, yeah. It’s amazing. My orgasms last twice as long and they’re stronger. I lose control and hunger more.”
“Good,” he smiles, giving me a kiss. “So you want more?”
The alarm on his phone sounds and he quickly turns it off, tossing it across the room.
“Do we have to get up?” I ask.
“I suppose,” he replies, in a negative tone.
“Will you finish first?”
He looks down at his cock, and slides out, takes the condom off and throws it in the trash. “No. I’m sorry. We can’t be late. Not for one of your father’s office appointments. He’ll have a full schedule today, it’s a Monday, and we should probably arrive a few minutes early. Again, I’m sorry,” he states, suddenly his former distant self that I remember from a few days earlier. He extends his hand and I take it, letting him pull me out of bed and into his arms. He gives me a hug and kisses the top of my head. He knows I can sense the change. His erection throbs between us and I can’t believe he’s not going to finish.
“Let’s shower,” he says, walking to the bathroom. I hear the door open and the water turn on. He hums. Something I haven’t heard him do before. “You coming?” he yells.
“On my way,” I reply, thinking that he shouldn’t try to mask how he feels. He’s holding back.
I walk into the room and lean against the counter, watching the steam rise around his body. He places his head under the water and his dark hair falls forward across his face.
“You coming in, or you just gonna stare at me?”
“Stare.”
He looks down at his erection and back at me.
I smile, shaking my head. “You know, you can’t walk around like that today.”
“It will go down.”
“When?”
“Get in the shower, Sophia.”
I step in and take his place under the showerhead, washing my hair. A soft washcloth touches my breasts as Cove gently cleans my chest and stomach, still crusty from last night’s passion on the hotel room desk. He smiles and winks at me then kisses my lips as drops of water run down our faces.
I take the washcloth from his hand and place it over his cock, hanging it on him like it’s a towel bar. He grins, takes it off and finally shows slight embarrassment about his erection. His hands press against the wall behind my head and his body blocks mine from any escape.
“You’ve made your point,” he whispers. “Don’t think that because I’m going to do this fast that it’s meaningless.”
“Never,” I respond, lowering to my knees.
“Will you lick my balls for me?” he requests, while he lathers his hand in soap. He begins to stroke and I watch for a few moments before my tongue reaches his most delicate area. I run it around his taut sacs, lick, nip, and suck as his hand races above my eyes.
“That feels good, Baby. Keep going.”
I smile as he rubs himself off, his leg muscles tightening next to my face. His balls rise as his arousal approaches. My tongue lowers and finds his perineum and I listen as a deep exhale comes from above.
“Oh my God, what are you doing to me?” he gasps.
His words send my tongue into a flutter over the area, back and forth as I caress his balls with my hands. His legs part for steadiness, giving me better access.
“I’m close. Jesus, don’t stop. Keep going, do it faster Baby.”
He groans, his hand jerking madly on his cock. I release his balls and place my pinky finger in my mouth, lubricating it before nudging my way inside. He clenches around it, not allowing me to move. I hear a wild moan and stand with a desire to see his face as he comes. He erupts, closes his eyes and parts his lips. His hand slows as shots of cum fire out. It hits the wall, my stomach, and then slows to a dribble over his hand.
“Sophia,” he says, opening his eyes. They’re glazed over in passion as if he can’t focus. “What you just did… the way you pleasure me.” He shakes his head and places his hand under my chin. “You have me, forever.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I watch as Cove paces in the waiting area of my father’s office at the Fox Palace casino. He barely spoke on the ride over, humming from the time he got out of the shower until we walked into this room. He’s nervous, and even though this room is ice cold, I notice a small amount of perspiration on his forehead.
My father has the air conditioning set to a low temperature and my bare arms and legs are covered in goose bumps. I should’ve worn a longer dress, and not one that’s sleeveless. Dumbass mistake on my part.
I understand Cove’s obvious discomfort with the situation and I feel the same. The goose bumps may actually be from anxiety and not the temperature of the room. I’m also lost as to what’s about to take place. I think he’ll give my father a large sum for Mera. I’m afraid to push for more details and haven’t brought it up since last night. I have to trust that he knows what to do and how to handle the situation. My eyes explore the room, no longer able to watch Cove’s anxious body language.
There are two grey suede sofas positioned across from one another, with a long wood top coffee table in-between. The floors are dark grey granite and the administrative assistant’s desk is black, with a grey granite top. She’s pretty, probably in her thirties, and wears a knee-length black skirt with a matching blazer. Her hair is blonde and pulled back into a bun, with just a few strands that fall forward. Her face is thin and defined, but hidden by a pair of large red-rimmed glasses.
“He knows we’re here, right?” Cove says to her in an impatient tone.
“Yes. He said to have a seat and he’ll be with you both shortly,” she responds.
“Hey, Babe. Why don’t you come and sit down next to me. You’re making me nervous.”
He sighs and walks over, taking a seat on the sofa. “Something’s wrong. What time do you have?”
“One minute past nine.”
“Yeah, he’s never late. If anything, he’s always early. We’ve been here for ten minutes. What the fuck?”
“It’s one minute past nine,” I respond, placing my hand on his bouncing knee. “Take a deep breath. We’ll be in and out and on our way.”
My words halt his movement, and it doesn’t seem like he’s breathing. “Soph, you understand I don’t know if I can leave with you. I’ve told you that.”
“I thought this is an exchange.”
“Yes, but I may be part of it, and…” he hesitates, looking around the room.
“And what?”
He holds my hand in his. “Remember what I said to you yesterday morning when we arrived? No matter what your father and I say, no matter what you hear, I love you. I’m not trying to hurt you, Sophia, but I’ve kept something from you. I didn’t know your father would want both of us here today, so I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”
“You should tell me now,” I demand.
He wipes the sweat off his forehead, and loosens his tie. His knee bounces again and I place my hand on his black dress pants to halt its movement. His dress shirt and black sport coat are crisp and free of wrinkles, not an easy feat considering he had them packed for the plane. He turns away to look at a flat screen that hangs in the corner. There’s no sound, just images of the morning news.
I’m getting pissed. Besides the fact that I’m confused and scared, now the one person who’s comforted me over the past two days has yet another secret. Something other then Blackjack? “Hello? You gonna answer me or are you going to prove Devery right? She said I was falling for the wrong person. What does she know that I don’t?”
“Everything I’m doing is for you and Mera.”
“What about you, Cove? What about us?”
“Baby,” he sighs. “You have to promise me that you understand it’s all for you. So you and your friend are happy and safe.”
“We can have it both ways,” I say with a tear on my cheek. “The three of us can be happy. You’re not the only one who has a say today. I won’t be quiet this time, not like I did at the expo.”
“Soph…”
“Hello, kids,” my father says, his voice cutting into us like a knife. “Why is it that the two of you are always arguing?”
Cove closes his eyes. I turn to see my father in the doorway to his office with his hands in his pant pockets. There’s an eerie grin on his face. I don’t say hello, or smile, or even nod his way. I just stare and wait for him to speak again. His deep black suit looks a bit too formal to be Monday morning office-attire, and I can tell it’s been tailored to fit his body. Expensive, like the gold rings on his fingers. The room immediately fills with the smell of Amouage Dia cologne, overpowering Cove’s light vanilla woodsy scent. A man older than my father makes his way out his office door with a suitcase in hand.
“Cove,” my father says in a raised voice. “You have an appointment now and yet you sit on that sofa like a frigid pussy. Don’t waste my time.”
“Get in here, douchebag,” I hear one of the Rosens say from inside the office.
He stands and reaches for my hand. I give him the benefit of the doubt and allow him to help me up, keeping his words clear in my head. I’m focused. What he has to do is okay. It doesn’t matter what it is, just remember that he loves me.
Cove releases my hand as we approach my dad, allowing me to enter before him.
“Lauren, why don’t you take a twenty-minute break. Lock the main door on your way out,” my father says to his assistant, closing the door behind him.
Doron pats both of us down and takes our phones. I’m humiliated once again. My father, my own father is having me frisked. I sigh and feel immediately uncomfortable in the room.
It’s much smaller than I expected. We’re on the top floor and there’s a full wall of windows to my right that overlook the strip. The blinds over the windows are shut, except for the one next to my father’s desk. The walls are painted a cool bluish-grey and the dark grey marble tile from the waiting area continues in to this space. A large glass table is centered in the room, with enough black leather swivel chairs to seat eight. The rest of the furniture is rather bland, dark wood, typical for an office, and somewhat of a disappointment. I pictured a room with a bar and fireplace, full of paintings, elaborate furniture, and rugs from foreign lands. This space is clean and barren. It looks like an office for the FBI; modern and minimal. He has what he needs in terms of a computer and some paperwork on his desk, and the rest makes me feel like the room was thrown together in a day. Perhaps used as a front for something else. Maybe it is. Cove mentioned he has another office in his home, and that must be very different than this. This is all business, and there’s no denying what you’re here for when you walk in.