The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  “You know, fuck?” I say, frustrated by his sudden change.

  “Don’t be so disappointed, Sophia. You don’t understand what this means to me.”

  “We both like each other, we both ache right now, our pants are dripping, don’t you want to put yourself inside of me?”

  “Yes, of course I do, but I need more than that from you. I don’t know how to explain how I feel. Please, just give me some time. There are no cameras in this room, so...”

  “There better fucking not be,” I yell, sitting up.

  “Sophia, shh. Take it easy. Like I was saying, there are no cameras, we’re alone, and I don’t need to perform like I’ve had to my entire life. I can just be with you with no contracts, no instruction, no restrictions on how and when I have an orgasm. Let me be with you without having to abuse you.”

  “I think I understand,” I respond, lying back on the comforter. “But just so you know, I like to fuck.”

  He positions himself back along the length of my body. “God, you can be so nasty sometimes,” he says with a smile.

  “Get used to it, Babe.”

  He looks surprised by my choice of words. “Babe? Do I already have a pet name?”

  I laugh as he kisses me. My arm is still above my head, allowing him the pure enjoyment of our pre-teen make-out session. It’s been years since I’ve kissed someone so deeply, so passionately, and as we neck I feel my clit go wild. His tongue swirls, and it pulsates. He nibbles along my neck, and my breathing becomes heavy. Our hearts pound against one another’s chests as we drive each other into a frenzy of desire.

  His cock bulges out against his pajamas as he slowly lowers, finding the area between my outer lips to rest his erection. The pressure sets me over the edge, and I moan in approval.

  “You make me feel wanted.”

  “Sophia,” he whispers into my ear as he sucks softly on the lobe. “I’ve never fallen this hard or this fast for anyone.”

  “Me either, Cove. I’ve fallen for you as well.”

  He holds the position for a moment, applying weight, causing an eruption of nerves to fire in both of us.

  “When I’m with you it’s like being blinded by the flurries of a storm. I can’t see what’s ahead, and I’m engulfed by the swirl of snowflakes melting against my body. I want to find shelter from the fallen snow, but the beauty of it is so captivating that I can’t help but delve deeper into the splendor of what’s before me.”

  My heart melts with his words. He slides over my clit, rubbing his shaft in just the right spot. I let out a high-pitched whimper as my abdomen and legs tighten.

  “Tell me that you like being here with me.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I groan, barely able to get the words out. Every muscle in my abdomen is tense as he continues to rub his dick over me. His shaft feels incredible, even through two layers of clothing. He lowers his chest onto my breasts and his movements become faster. My mind is spinning as I fantasize seeing the two of us from above. Cove’s hips push into me, the two of us kiss and breath like wild boars, just as his last name implies. Fuck. My God, he feels good, and he’s not even inside of me. Jesus.

  I’m ready. Throwing my head back, I hold my breath. He kisses my neck and I whine with each brush against my pants. I move into him, demanding greater pressure to reach my orgasm. He complies, placing both hands on the floor as he slides faster. This is our first time fucking, and we’re not even really doing it, yet I’m going to come. His mouth touches mine, and with that final contact I hit my peak. Lightning shoots through me like an intense electrical shock. My lower body is tense as I release, panting, expanding my hands wide, fingers stretched. I begin to lower my hips down to the floor and air rushes out of my mouth. I lose focus and my mind is blank as my body shudders in the heat of my orgasm.

  “Oh fuck,” I whisper.

  Cove pushes against me and I cry out in delight. His breathing accelerates as mine slows.

  “You’re incredible,” he says, rubbing his hard cock on my pounding clit. “I’m cumming for you,” he wails, lifting his chest off of me as he straightens his arms. I open my eyes to see that his face is in pure ecstasy. His mouth is open and I feel cum pounding out from his shaft in quick bursts. “Sophia,” he whispers, placing his head down as the last pulsation is felt under my pants. He falls next to me, winded, his arms and legs shake.

  “Fuck,” he gasps.

  I laugh, and he joins me. “I thought you didn’t like that word?”

  “What?” he asks, still winded. “I use that word all the time as an expression of how I feel. It’s an emotion for me. That’s different than using it as a verb.” He lifts his head and kisses my lips. “I was trying to be intimate for the first time in my life.”

  “God, Cove. Haven’t you ever had a girlfriend?”

  There’s a knock on our suite door and I immediately stand and run toward the bedroom.

  “Sophia,” Cove says, as he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. It must be 6am, that’s just room service. They leave a breakfast cart outside of each room at this time of the morning. We’re alright, my mother would call me if she thought we were in danger.”

  “I’m sorry, it was just a gut reaction to run and hide.”

  “I understand, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, plus there really isn’t any place to hide in here.”

  “I know. Like I said, gut reaction.”

  Cove gives me a comforting hug, and I feel a moist and sticky substance on my stomach. I look down and he backs away.

  “Oh,” he walks into the bathroom and proceeds to use a few tissues to wipe some of the cum off of his body. “We should probably take a shower before we eat. Let me pull the cart inside before we clean up.”

  “I’ll get it.”

  “Sophia, no,” he says in a raised voice. “I’m sorry, let me get it. We need to be careful when we open the door.”

  I allow him to take control and I move to the back of the room to use the bathroom. I can hear him unlatch the lock, turn the handle, and pull the metal cart inside. With the door locked again, he places the cart next to the dining room table as I return from the bathroom.

  “It looks like we have a pot of coffee, a fruit platter and some French toast.”

  “Sounds perfect, let’s shower so we can eat. I’m starving.”

  He frowns, realizing he hasn’t been the best host.

  “We can eat now if you’d like. I didn’t realize you were so hungry.”

  “No, it’s fine. Come on,” I say, reaching my hand out to him. He smiles, taking my arm as we walk into the bathroom.

  The shower has rich brown and black marble walls, a three-sided floor to ceiling glass enclosure, and two showerheads. I pull off my yoga pants and underwear as Cove turns on both streams of water. He leaves the door open as he pries the flannel pajama bottoms and boxers away from his body. His lower abdomen is moist with his fluid and he wipes more off with another tissue.

  “Cove, it’s fine, just get in the shower and let me wash it off.”

  I step to one side, lowering my head underneath the warm water. The jets blanket my face, washing away the sweat from our morning workout. I open one eye and see Cove across from me lathering his hair. I take the soap and wash his chest, circling his nipples, his tattoo, and his semi-erect cock. I rub the bar of soap in my hands, and clean his personal areas, starting gently with his balls, moving to his shaft, and finally his abdomen. He smiles as he rinses his hair and returns the favor. When he finishes lathering me, I rinse and quickly wash my hair as he turns off his showerhead and pulls two towels from the bar just outside the glass door. I turn the water off and he wraps a towel around my body, absorbing the drops of water on my shoulders, back, and chest. Enveloped and restrained within the towel, I’m pulled closer to him with the two ends that are gripped in the palms of his hands. I feel his dick against my stomach, harder than it was a moment ago. We kiss while a moan comes from deep i
nside of the two of us. His hand reaches down my hip and around to my inner leg, rising up and resting on my outer lips. He parts them and slides his finger in, placing his forehead against mine, looking down at his entry.

  “You’re so soft and warm. I can’t wait to be completely inside of you.”

  “When?” I whisper.

  “When I know I’m ready.”

  “Ready for what?”

  “Making love. Giving myself to you.”

  I can’t keep from laughing and he immediately becomes offended. I’m starting to realize that he’s extremely sensitive when it comes to sex.

  “Oh wait. Come back,” I say, grabbing his arm as he tries to step out of the shower. “I’m sorry, Cove. Your comment really caught me off guard and I laughed out of nervousness. Give yourself to me? Like an offering or what?”

  “It’s alright. I don’t expect you to understand,” he says, stepping out to dry off his body. “Let’s go ahead and eat while the food’s still warm.”

  “Cove, look at me. I’m sorry, really, I am. I say dumbass things sometimes.”

  “I know,” he smiles. “Just wait… so do I.”

  I feel bad about spitting asinine words out of my mouth without thinking yet again. He was forced into pornography. I should be a little more sensitive to his feelings about this whole fucking thing.

  I follow him to the bedroom, grabbing a pair of underwear and my black sweater from my suitcase. I put my jeans from the night before back on, and watch as Cove picks through his clothing. He pulls out a pair of grey jeans and a white button down oxford shirt. The oxford has an expensive look to it, and as I approach him I place my hands on the fabric, feeling its richness. He places it onto his body, covering the scar on his shoulder as well as the NOVA tattoo.

  “That scar on your shoulder, I haven’t asked you about it but I’m assuming you used to have a Property of Jameson Industries brand there, is that correct?”

  “Yes,” he replies in a hesitant voice. “I tried to remove it on my own with a knife when I was young, but later went to a place to have it professionally done. It used to make me sick every time I saw it in the mirror.” He rolls up the sleeves on his shirt and buttons the front, leaving the top two open and the length un-tucked from his pants.

  “And the NOVA tattoo? Can I ask you about that?”

  He’s silent as he places a pair of black dress socks onto his feet. I stand and wait, not wanting to push him into an awkward conversation, especially if it’s about a former girlfriend. He stands and stares into my eyes before he speaks.

  “It’s also from the company, and just as painful to see each day. I’ve left it as a reminder of my father, and why he’s no longer with us. Whenever I see it I think of him, where he is, and why he’s there. I wanted to erase the employee tattoo because I’m no longer involved in those online sites, but the NOVA experience will be with me for as long as my father sits in prison because of Paul. I’ll remove it once he’s free.” His face has a look of sadness, helplessness, and anger. I want to touch him but I keep my distance, knowing that some things can’t be fixed.

  He gives me a kiss, and we head over to the dining room table. I sit and he places the fruit tray in front of me.

  “Apples, cranberries, grapes, and figs. Amazing.”

  “I’m glad you approve.” He places two slices of French toast on my plate and pours me a cup of coffee. “Cream?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Cove places the same onto his plate and pours himself a cup before sitting down to join me.

  “I’m guessing your father will be checking in with Trey as soon as he realizes I’m not at my place. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, Sophia, but it’s always best to prepare for the worst.”

  “And what do you think the worst would be?”

  “Being separated from you, of course. But other things could happen as well. I’m worried about my mother.”

  “If my father lays a hand on your mother he’s….”

  “Don’t say it,” he cuts in, halting the hatred that I suddenly feel. “I let Paul do this to my face and body the other day because I deserved it, but if he’s not careful I can do some damage to him as well.” Cove sips his coffee and eats some figs and grapes before continuing on. “My mother told me not to pick up my phone if she calls. She’ll leave a message and we can listen to it before we try to contact her. Your father will make her call my cell to find out where we are, and we both thought of that before I left. That’s why we made a plan. I think you should do the same if Mera calls.”

  “I think that would be best.”

  “I also wouldn’t text anyone from here. I don’t want our phones to be hooked up to the hotels Wi-Fi. If we need to send a text, email, or call someone we’ll walk a few blocks down from here.”

  “You’ve been thinking about this for a while haven’t you?”

  “Yes, since I packed my bag yesterday,” he replies while placing a fork full of French toast into his mouth. He chews quietly and with poise, like he was trained in the number of bites he should employ before swallowing. “I’m going to do everything possible to keep you safe and in my life.”

  “Has anyone ever told you how sweet you are?”

  He blushes and laughs nervously at my comment, not sure how to respond.

  “Cove Everton, I’m becoming very fond of you.”

  “Well Miss Jameson, I believe you already know how I feel about you,” he replies, still blushing and showing off a childish grin. We sip our coffee in unison, asking one another the basic new relationship questions that I often overheard Mera ask her new boyfriends.

  “What’s your favorite color?”

  “Walnut.”

  “Is that even a color?” I ask.

  “In my book it is. What about you?”

  “Black.”

  “See, now that’s not even a color.”

  “Alright then, scarlet red.”

  “Like our wine bar?”

  “Yes, except you spell the word with two t’s, like it’s a woman’s first name.”

  “True, but it could go either way. I guess that leads me to ask you a question,” he says. “When was the last time you and Mera were together?”

  “How?”

  “Physically intimate.”

  “So more than just a kiss?”

  “Wow, okay. Yes, more than a kiss.”

  “Years ago.”

  “And the last time you kissed her?”

  “Exactly one week ago, at the Scarlett.”

  “Really?” he says, resting a finger over his lips. “I failed to see that on the monitor.”

  “Were you there that night?”

  “No, I watch the cameras from my home. I was keeping a close eye on the two of you, along with Haverty.”

  “I see. Okay, my turn. How do you spell the word of someone who is about to have an orgasm?”

  “What?”

  “Mera and I always argue about it. I think it’s c-o-m-i-n-g when someone is in the act of doing it, or sometimes when you refer to a woman, but the stuff that actually comes out is c-u-m.

  “In the porn industry it’s always c-u-m, but people can spell it however they want to. I don’t think it really matters.”

  “Alright, next question. What do you do for my father now that you’re not on any of the websites?”

  Cove looks at me, troubled by my question. His response is in a much calmer voice than I was expecting. “I shoot, edit, and post. Let’s leave it at that for now and get back to the more important questions.”

  “No problem,” I say, placing my cup on the table while taking a few grapes in my hand. “So, how about you tell me what kind of car you drive.”

  “That’s better,” he grins. “I have a black Viper and the fleet of Escalades that I own with my mother for the Scarlett. I already know that you have a MINI. Now, let me ask a question for once. What about siblings?”

  “Ug, bad subject. I have a brother who is married, and they hav
e a child, but we rarely speak to one another.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “We’re just two different people. Plus, he’s closer to my mother than I am. We don’t always get along or agree on very many things about our past, not to mention the present.”

  “I see,” he responds sounding a little disappointed. “I’m an only child.”

  “Was that lonely growing up?”

  “No, we always lived in neighborhoods swarming with children my age, so it wasn’t a big deal until we met your dad, then I became depressed and was forced into seclusion. But enough of that. Tell me what you wanted to be when you grew up, and if you still have those dreams.”

  “I wasn’t set on becoming anything except maybe a housewife with 2.5 kids working a crappy job, and arguing daily with a husband who I didn’t love.”

  “What?” he says placing his coffee down in disbelief. “What’s that all about? Didn’t you have dreams as a little girl of what you were going to be when you grew up?”

  “No, I really didn’t. My mother made sure of that. She made many comments while I was growing up about how she couldn’t wait to have grandchildren, and that I would see how shitty life is as soon as I had a full-time job that I hated, just like her. She also told me I’d soon see how much men suck, and that they’re all assholes.”

  “We are talking about your mother here, right?”

  “Yes. My mother never gave me any support or inspired me to achieve anything. She didn’t want me to continue my education after high school, and she’d be happy as a clam right now if I was still living with her, poor and pregnant.”

  “What the hell is that all about?”

  “Control. Jealousy. Fear of being alone. Needing to be needed. Dependency. That enough?”

  “Fuck. That’s nuts. Okay, bad question.”

  “No, not a bad question. After I left and went to college I wanted to be a nurse, but my father would only pay for my schooling if I was in a business program, so the choice was made for me.”

  “Of course. Sounds typical of Paul. So being a nude model wasn’t one of your childhood dreams?”

  “Not that I remember,” I laugh, wondering if it bothers him that I put my body on display for college students. “I don’t believe I’ll be doing that anymore. I haven’t been getting anything out of it lately. I don’t need it anymore.”