The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  He effortlessly moves in and I exhale. His fingers turn so that the soft tips are facing up along the top wall of my space, past my G-spot and hidden inside.

  “What’s back here?” he asks, moving his fingers in a come hither motion. I scream out in delight. “Well, well. Is this a pleasurable spot for you?”

  His movements become short and quick. He’s far inside of me, almost to my cervix, flicking away.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  He laughs and places his tongue in my mouth, capturing mine with extreme excitement. The pressure of his fingers is amazing. He’s perfect.

  “Put your thumb on my clit while you’re fingering me.”

  “Anything you want,” he whispers as he pleasures me in both places.

  “Cove,” I moan with closed eyes.

  “What else, Baby? Tell me what to do.”

  “Keep going… I’m getting close.”

  “Mmm, I can’t wait to feel you come around my fingers,” he says, traveling over my lips with his tongue.

  We kiss and our bodies interlock, his legs twist around mine, and his free hand constrains my wrists. I feel bound, unable to escape, confined to him as my arms are held above my head.

  “Tell me what you’re doing to me,” I plead.

  “I’m fucking you, Baby. Hard. Feel me. I’m deep inside of you, my dick pounding into you.”

  “God,” I moan. “I’m so close.”

  “I’m gonna fuck you until you come, then make you come all over again. My dick is so hard for you.”

  I feel a quick burst of erotic bliss around my clit and hold my breath. “Cove!” I yell.

  “Yessss,” he conquers, capturing my mouth in his. I whimper and turn my head as a hard rush of pleasure encases my body. My legs stretch and my chest tightens. “Yes, come for me,” he whispers.

  I gasp for air as short electric shocks race under my flesh, through my veins, and into my inner space.

  “Oh Cove!” I cry out. “Don’t stop.”

  He moves his fingers skillfully, an expert with my requests. My climax is long and powerful, and it takes some time for my body to still.

  Cove slides his fingers out and a final burst of pleasure is released.

  “That was amazing,” he says. “I love to watch your face when you come. You look so peaceful like you’re in a whole other world.”

  “I am,” I pant, still out of breath.

  The lock on the bedroom door clicks and there’s a kick against the wood. I sit up; my breasts exposed as the sheet slides down and gathers in folds around my waist. The door swings abruptly open and a metal cart is wheeled in. It’s Dayne. He kicks the cart toward the bed and it comes to rest next to me.

  “That’s your breakfast,” he says and locks the door behind him. He has on black Under Armour warm-up pants and a white t-shirt. “It’s some sort of egg omelet thing the house whore created for me, only she cooks for six instead of two. You get the leftovers.”

  Cove sits up and pulls the sheet over my shoulder. “Where’s your shirt?” he whispers.

  Placing his bare foot on the edge of the bed, Dayne laughs and shakes his head. He leans forward and smiles. “Yeah, like I haven’t seen Baby Jameson naked, and a thousand other women for that matter.”

  “I want to talk to Mera,” I request in a harsh tone.

  “She’s out.”

  “Bullshit,” Cove says. He stands and slides his boxers on, then finds a t-shirt in my suitcase and tosses it on the bed. The sheet falls from my shoulder as I reach out for it, and Dayne smiles again.

  “Knock it off,” Cove growls. “Like you said, you’ve seen a thousand of them. Leave her alone.”

  I pull the shirt over my head and Cove relaxes.

  “It’s better than staring at your dick, which, by the way, must be pumped to finally be getting some after you’ve kept the thing locked away from the wet cave for so many years. So you like it. You like to fuck now?”

  “Shut your mouth, Dayne,” Cove says, his voice low, fists clenched, abs tight.

  Dayne laughs and places his foot on the floor as he turns toward Cove. “Sensitive, little Star? I know you want to hit me. Too bad your face would be on that hardwood floor before you ever got a swing in. I can break you in half, shitbag.”

  “Where did Mera go?” I ask, in an attempt to distract them before they attack one another.

  “She’s shopping.”

  “No she’s not,” Cove states. “You guys have never let the house whores….” He turns and looks at me with an apologetic face. “You’ve never let anyone leave the house without you or Paul as an escort. I know Paul’s at work so she has to be here. Let Sophia talk to her.”

  “She’s buying clothes for the two of you, and I needed her to run some errands for me.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Why the fuck do I care if you believe me or not? Sit down, we need to talk about some things.”

  Cove stares at him, his fists still tight and now white. He hesitates, then finally complies and moves to the bed. We sit with our backs against the headboard, and our eyes locked on Dayne.

  “First, stop fucking boning her all the time. We got a great shot last night, but the shit this morning wasn’t necessary. We need you to perform this afternoon and you better be able to get it up.”

  “It’s not a problem. And, there’s not much else to do in this house but fuck and drink.”

  I turn and look at him, my mouth drops open by his response. “Cove, God dammit. Don’t you want to know what he’s talking about?” I look at Dayne. “Perform how?”

  “You’ll be in the Keep. Around three o’clock. That will be around ten at night in London,” he says to me. “And Star,” he turns to Cove, “I know how quickly you recharge, but she needs to as well. Don’t fuck her for a while. Make it good for these shitheads.”

  “Who?” I ask.

  “It’s not a problem for her either,” Cove says.

  “Cove, enough! Look at me, and not Dayne,” I demand. He turns to me and takes my hand in his. “Don’t let him get to you, just tell me what this is about.”

  “Pussy whipped?” Dayne asks with a grin and a shake of his head. “Go over things with her and explain the process before I take the two of you in there. Make sure she’s ready.”

  “Ready for what?” I ask.

  “Soph,” Cove says. “I’ll tell you everything when he leaves.” He looks at our locked hands, brushes his fingers over mine, then turns back to Dayne. “Does Paul know about this, or is this your thing?” he asks.

  “I don’t have to get permission in this business. I’m not his little submissive, or his bitch, not like you. But yeah, Paul knows, and you’ll both be rewarded. Do it, make it good, and make us some money, then you’ll be allowed out of this suite. Today will be a private preview of the two of you for a few top clients. Paul already sent this group your first video and they want to see you live. It will be a test, and an easy ten grand today. Friday will be a party. You’ll be the main attraction, our gold that night. The house whore is out getting things for that.”

  “So I have to do a live cam? Is that all? I’ve already done that,” I mumble.

  “There’s a little more to it than that,” Cove says.

  Dayne turns the desk chair to face us and takes a seat, his foot on his thigh. He puts his hands behind his head and leans back to stare at Cove. “The two of you look like shit.”

  “We just woke up,” I say.

  “And I was locked in the fucking theater room for a day. What the fuck do you expect?”

  “I expect the two of you to clean yourselves up by this afternoon. Shave, both of you,” he demands, looking specifically in my direction. “No growth, no grass, no stubble. There’s shaving gel in the bathroom. Eventually you should be waxed, but it’s too late for that right now. Not enough time for you to heal. Maybe next week.”

  “I won’t be here next week.”

  Dayne laughs at my comment and swivels the chair
.

  “How’d it go with my father last night?” I ask in a smartass way, not seeing any marks on his face.

  “Well Baby Jameson, it was more of a wrestling match than anything, and no one won. We called a truce, like we always do. Turns out he doesn’t care too much about your tat after all.”

  “Or maybe he just pretended not to care,” Cove interjects. Dayne sends him a questioning look and then brushes it off as nothing. “Why did you do that to her anyway?” Cove asks. “What’s the deal?”

  “No deal. Just having some fun,” he smiles. “Plus, if we’re doing this, we need to do it right. She’s no different than the rest of them. That tat has to show on the screen to the clients, they want to know she’s our possession and they’ll be able to view her again.”

  “My father said it will only be a few times and it will be over. This tat is completely unnecessary,” I scold.

  “Like I said, just having some fun with the Baby J.”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “Why? It might be a good screen name for you. We need one immediately, and you don’t have a say in that decision.”

  I roll my eyes and look at Cove for support. He places his arm around my back and pulls me closer to him, leaving a soft kiss on my forehead.

  “Aw, look at you two little fuckers… now knock it off. I don’t care if you can get it up every five minutes,” he says to Cove, and then turns to me. “And I don’t care if you’re always turned on by this douchebag, or since you’re a woman, that you can fake it even if your not. The clients will know if you’re worn out. No finger fucking, dick sucking, or anything else goes on in here until this afternoon. I was in my office this morning and saw the two of you on my screen… had to turn it off… I’m not happy that Paul put me in charge of this today. I have other things to take care of. So listen to what I’m telling you, make my life easy, and I’ll let you out after the Keep.”

  I look at him with a face of disgust. His words and tone repulse me. How can Mera stand to be with this man? What happened to her? I wish he would leave. Get out, Dayne.

  “Back to the tat. Cover it up when you shower. There’s wrap and tape on the cart with your breakfast. It still needs to heal. You can uncover it this afternoon when we’re ready to go,” Dayne instructs. “I also need the blanket you threw up on, and Cove, your suit. It all needs to go to the dry cleaner. We don’t want any blood or vomit in this house.” He leaves the chair and gathers the blanket that’s still in a pile on the floor from the other morning. With it under one arm, he looks to Cove for the rest.

  Cove nods toward the sofa in front of the fireplace and Dayne picks up his suit jacket, shirt, and socks. “My pants are in the bathroom.”

  Dayne disappears through the doorway to our right, as he heads through the kitchenette to the bath.

  “He’s a shithead,” I whisper. “Why is he so nasty?”

  “Shh. He’ll be back in a second.”

  “Cove…”

  “Did you leave cum on those sheets?” Dayne asks, and I’m startled that he’s back in the room with us so quickly.

  “No,” Cove responds.

  “On the towel,” I say, and point to the floor. Dayne picks it up and tosses the pile out the bedroom door. He leaves it open this time, almost as a tease to see what we’ll do. We’re still, and he watches.

  He sits on the desk chair once again and places his hands across his waist; his fingers interlocked, then he slowly swivels back and forth. His position and motion reminds me of Doron the other day in my father’s office. Fuck, now that I think about it, Devery does that same thing in her office as well. It’s intimidating.

  “So we have a problem,” Dayne states. Cove straightens his back in defense, almost as if he knows what it is. He releases my hand and interlocks his fingers, mimicking Dayne.

  “Paul wants to know why your mother bought a ticket this morning for Vegas.”

  Cove’s silent.

  “Of course, you don’t have to tell us. I mean, we’re not dumbasses. We know something went down in that phone conversation. Was it when you mentioned to her that you weren’t locked in a room or anything? Was that it? She knew that wasn’t a joke? Is that how you fucked us over, with that one line… and now mommy’s on her way? Paul’s pissed again. What do you think she’s gonna do when she gets here?”

  Cove moves forward and stares into Dayne’s eyes. “I don’t have a clue as to what you’re talking about. Did you ever think she might want to visit Lydia? You do remember her sister lives out here, right? And you said there’s a party Friday night. Think about it… she’s aware of these things. She’s part of the company, Dayne. As the head photographer, and with her son here, she’ll show up to the event.”

  “Again, you can’t play us. You’re not swift enough to beat us, Star. No Everton is.”

  Cove starts to rise and I pull him back. “Don’t,” I request. He leans against the headboard and exhales.

  “Pussy,” Dayne says.

  “Is that all?” I growl. “Can you leave us alone now?”

  He stands and looks toward the kitchenette. “There should be food in there for later in the day. Eat your breakfast and clean up, I’ll be back around three. I need to work out then get some things done in my office,” he asserts. “Fill her in, Star. You’ll have the earpiece.”

  He heads for the hall and I’m alarmed when Cove calls him back. “Dayne, wait a second.”

  Oh, please just let him leave. Keep going, Dayne. Get out that door.

  “What?” Dayne snaps.

  “I need a favor… actually, Sophia needs a favor,” he says. I quickly turn to him, and send a startled and confused look his way.

  “What?” Dayne barks again, impatient and aggravated to be stopped.

  “She…” he hesitates. I have no idea what’s in his head. Spit it out, Cove.

  “What the fuck, douchebag.”

  “Dayne,” he exhales. “Can you get the Morning-After pill?” His voice trembles with his request.

  “Jesus, Cove!” I yell. “Don’t give him that information. And don’t control my body, how do you know I’d even take it? I won’t put myself through that. What the fuck?”

  “So a pregnancy would be easier?”

  “Seriously?” I give him one of my dirtiest looks. “We need to talk about these things, and not in front of him. This is almost as bad as what happened at the office.” I turn to Dayne with a stern face. “You can leave now. Sorry we kept you from your work out.”

  Dayne stares at me, then at Cove, his eyes cold, lips pursed. In a flash he lets out a deep laugh. “You’re a real fuck, you know that. I can’t wait to tell Paul you came inside of her again. He’ll have a fit. She’s about to be one of his top employees and you got her pregnant before she even made her debut. Dumb fuck. Why should I do anything for you?”

  “I didn’t say I was pregnant. Don’t tell my father that. Everything’s fine, now let it go.”

  “I’ll get you the pill because I want to make some money,” he says to Cove. “I need her thin and without your seed growing inside of her,” he pauses for a moment with a look of disgust on his face. “Shit, that’s the first time in my life vomit came up in my throat… thinking about the fact that… yeah, you’re gonna take that pill. We don’t need another Everton running around in this world. I’m sure the house whore can help with all of this. She’ll get it.”

  “Oh my God!” I cry out and sprawl flat. My feet pound on the bed in disgust and hatred. “Get me the fuck out of here!” I yell.

  I hear the door shut and the lock click.

  “Soph, it’s just an option. You don’t have to take it.”

  “That’s right, I don’t.”

  “I’m trying to help. What other choice do we have?” he asks.

  I stand, take the wrap and tape off the cart, and walk to his side of the bed with my finger pointed at him. “One, we both need to be more careful. Stop cumming inside of me. Two, I don’t even know if I’m pregnan
t, so maybe we should just wait and see before we do anything drastic,” I say in a raised voice.

  “Why should we go through all of that anxiety for weeks? Wait and see? And then what?”

  “And three, if I am pregnant, what if I decide to have it?”

  His jaw drops open as I turn and head for the bathroom, in need of some time to myself. “I love you, Cove,” I yell back at him, “even though you’re a shit sometimes.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  “No grass,” I mutter while in the shower. The tat is covered and luckily it doesn’t look as red as it did yesterday. I need to make sure I don’t get an infection.

  Cove leans against the counter with his arms folded and watches me through the glass doors. He has a slight grin on his face, either from my final words as I left the bedroom, or because I’m about to shave my vaginal area in front of him. I relax on the marble seat and place a leg against the wall, then take a hot, moist, washcloth and hold it over the area to soften the hair. The shave gel is cold and smells like a guy. I read at the can and notice it’s for men, not women. It should still work, I guess. It foams and my short hair is concealed. The razorblade’s new, thank God, and hopefully I won’t end up with a rash. I stretch my skin upward and take it slow. The blade runs along my skin and catches every so often. I rinse the blade and take another swipe.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Cove says from the other side of the shower. His head drops and he shakes it back and forth as he bites his bottom lip.

  “You should shave too,” I yell over the running water. He turns around and takes a razor out of the drawer, then splashes water on his face as he acts upon my command.

  It takes a good ten minutes to get every area, including further behind, and I’m proud not to have cut myself in the process. I step out and Cove kisses me as he passes by, taking my place in the shower. I run my hand along his face before he closes the door.

  “It’s my turn to watch,” I say.

  He smiles and lathers all around his scrotum, then pulls his skin taut and uses short strokes to shave. It’s obvious that he’s done this before. I watch as he holds his penis down and shaves above it, then moves it to the side and shaves inward. He’s better at it then I am, and it doesn’t take him as long either. I search for a moisturizer in the cabinet as he finishes.