The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  He looks at my father and shrugs, denying he has any knowledge of her presence in the city.

  “Six fucking Rosens in the house tonight. If I were smart I’d just blow the place up and get rid of all of you at the same time... start over on my own.” He stands and takes two white pills out of his shirt pocket. He tosses them on the bed as he begins to leave the room. “Oxycodone, for your foot. Stand up straight tonight and walk like a man. Don’t limp like a pussy, it’ll hurt my sales.” He stops at the doorway and turns back. “You two look precious. If an offer comes in tonight I may just take it. The regulars are downstairs, give it about a half hour to pick up before you head down.” He closes the door and disappears. I turn to Cove for an explanation.

  “He’s talking about someone paying to be with us. We won’t be around for that to happen. It’s usually after everyone’s drunk and only the elite clientele still remain.”

  I look down at my dress and tug on the beaded trim along the bottom. Precious. I look precious. That means dollar signs to my father. I’m valuable, a treasure, prized... how much. “What do think someone would pay to be with me?”

  “Soph, don’t go there.”

  “Just guess.”

  “It depends on the time limit,” he sighs. “A half hour... maybe a few grand, depending on the client.”

  “And the same amount for you?”

  He nods and squeezes my hand. “It could be quite a bit more if they wanted the two of us as a package deal.”

  “Oh.”

  He picks up the oxycodone and heads for the kitchenette.

  “You’re not going to take those are you? How ‘bout some ibuprofen instead?” Too late. A wine bottle opens, two glasses poured, and when he returns the pills are gone. “Did you really need something that strong?”

  “For my foot? No. For my mind? Yes.”

  I fidget with the dress again, this time adjusting the small circles of opaque cloth covering my nipples. Each turn of my body exposes the round gems and I wish I had some tape to secure the fabric in place. “Hey, what was the favor you wanted?”

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “No, come on. Just ask. I’ll do anything for you.”

  “After our last conversation, no. What I was thinking makes me feel like one of Paul’s clients.”

  “Cove,” I say in a demanding tone. “Now I have to know. What?”

  His hand reaches behind my neck and he pulls me to his lips. His kiss is deep and focused. Dominated, my body trembles from his touch. He stands and locks the door while unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t want to go downstairs with any ammunition.”

  I laugh and happily take off the dress then take large gulps of wine. “That’s a funny way of putting it.”

  “People will touch me, Soph. If I get hard and someone notices, Paul may ask some of the women to get me off in the middle of the room. It happens at almost every event, not to me, but to someone. That’s what I meant. If I have nothing to put forward, Paul won’t get any ideas, and I’ll be safe. I’m sorry. I know I should be able to control myself, but if someone starts...”

  I place my finger over his mouth and open his pants with my other hand. “Shh. I understand,” I whisper as we stand next to the bed. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not the type of woman who always has a headache. Whatever you want or need, I’m right there with you.” I pull out his length as he slides out of pants and boxers. His eyes close and it grows as I stroke it, a slight amount of pre-cum on his tip. My hands guide him to the edge of the bed where he sits and opens his legs. I kneel between them with my hands on his chest. My head lowers only for my chin to be caught by his fingers. He raises my head so I can see his face.

  “This okay?” he asks.

  I nod and continue to make my way down his body, a kiss on his stomach, a nibble on his thigh, and a long lick over his balls. He moans and leans back, resting on his elbows as he enjoys the view. My tongue follows his shaft, slowly up and down until the flesh is wet from my saliva. I flick his tip before taking him completely in my mouth. He gathers my hair behind my head allowing better access for the two of us.

  “Mmm,” he groans over and over again. “God, Baby. You’re so good to me.”

  My tongue twirls; flutters and glides around as I listen to him lose control. His quick, deep breathing confirms his excited response to my mouth. Sucking on him takes me out of my hedonistic past. My desire is to pleasure him, and not to think about myself like I’ve always done. That self-indulgence is gone. I fully enjoy being with Cove without his hands ever touching my body.

  “Ride me.”

  My tongue stops, my head is still, and my eyes look up into his. I straddle him with a smile. Of course, I’d never say no to both of us receiving pleasure; that was his request, not mine.

  “What are you grinning about?” he sits up and sucks on my breasts.

  “I was thinking about how enjoyable it is to be able to gratify you, and for the first time in my life I feel complete satisfaction just to be with someone, even without an orgasm.”

  “And then I wanted you to have one?” he leans back, proud of his request.

  “Bonus.”

  “That’s a bonus for both of us. Now ride me... hard. Wear me out until I’m sore so there’s no chance of anyone bringing my dick back to life for hours.”

  “You have no idea how wet I just got. And I know what you’re trying to do.”

  “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

  “Distract me so I’m not nervous.”

  “Is it working?”

  “I just mentioned my leaking ‘vag,’ didn’t I?”

  He slides his fingers inside of me, his teeth shining bright as he grins. “That’s one hell of a sticky three-finger pie.”

  “Cove,” I laugh, smacking him across the chest.

  “Too graphic? How about, nice honey hole you got there.”

  “That’s even worse,” I giggle.

  “Bar-b-que beef curtains?”

  “Yuck, sounds like I’m on my period.”

  “Raisin cookie, cupcake with filling surprise?”

  “Why is it all about food?”

  “Because it’s sweet and men love to eat it, that’s why.”

  “It’s not sexy at all.”

  He thinks for a moment before trying one last time. In a low voice, he runs his hand through my hair and touches my clit with the other. “I want to be inside of you, my love. Let me feel how aroused you are. It excites me when I have your slick juices around my dick.”

  I lean forward, plant a kiss on his nose, and guide him inside. “Better.”

  “Yes, much better. You’re so warm, Sophia. Fuck me.”

  My body moves gingerly in a circle over his cock. His fingers follow the motion across my clit and we moan simultaneously. “So you want me to fuck you, not make love to you? You want a nice hard fuck?”

  “Yes, please,” he whispers.

  “So what I’m doing right now, this tender motion is too slow for you?”

  His mouth drops open in delight as he nods. “Yes. It’s overwhelming. Just slam your pussy onto me. Hard. Fast.”

  “Oh, so now I have a pussy, do I?” I continue, calmly. Peacefully. Almost still. Short, slow motions.

  He pleads. Begs for an attack. “Pound me. Beat the cum out of me. What you’re doing... I can’t stand it. My head... fuck, it’s so overpowering.”

  “Tsk-tsk,” when the time is right, I will.

  “Soph, do it. This is too intense. Why does this feel so different?” He reaches out and glides his hands across my chest. “Kiss me,” he whispers.

  My lips touch his and he whimpers; his hands race over my body. Something’s off. He’s stimulated like a crazed teenager.

  “Cove. Chill out.” His eyes open and I notice how wired they are. He grins and kisses me again. His pupils dilated. In a split second I’m on my back and with one quick thrust, he cries out and cums.

  “Fuck, Soph,” he groans. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jesu
s that feels incredible.”

  “Cove! What are you on?”

  His mouth assaults mine as he continues to impel his cock inside. “Shit, what the fuck did Paul give me? That bastard... God you feel so good.”

  “Cove, stop moving. You’re not cumming anymore. What the hell?”

  “There’s no way this is oxycodone,” he pants.

  “I think he gave you X. Let me see your eyes again.”

  “Ecstasy. I’ve never been on any kind of drug before. Alcohol, yeah, but nothing like this. What the fuck, Paul.” His pupils are giant black circles and his grin is the size of Texas. “What’s going to happen? Do you have experience with this stuff?”

  “Yeah, unfortunately I do. You need to stay hydrated for one. Did you take both of those pills?”

  “Yes,” he whispers, softly kissing my face. “Your skin is so delectable. You’re lovely, Soph. Let’s just stay in bed and make love all night.”

  “Cove, stop.” I place my hand on his sweaty chest and try to wiggle out from underneath his body. “Stop moving. You need to pull out.” He’s still semi-erect, even after his orgasm. I sigh and give him a pleading look. “Fuck, this is gonna be a long night. Come on, Babe. Get up.”

  “No. I don’t want to be apart from you. I love you so much... so, so much.” He nibbles at my ear, and then sucks on my neck.

  “No fucking hickies!” I try to push him away once more, still with no luck.

  “I’ve been captivated by you since the first moment I saw you. Let me stay inside where it’s soft and warm like an easy-bake oven.”

  “Oh God. Cove, look at me,” I demand. “Slide out and get up, now.” He rolls off and I hurry back into the dress for the party. “You need to get dressed. I’m not staying in this house any longer. Everyone here is fucked up. We’re getting out, now.”

  “Yes, beautiful,” he responds, with a fixed smile on his face while placing his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. “Will you marry me, Sophia? When we get back to St. Louis, will you be my wife?”

  I exhale, straddle his thighs, and button his shirt for him. “Your heart’s racing.”

  “I love you.”

  “It’s the drug, Cove.”

  “No, I really love you.”

  “I meant your heart. It’s racing from the drug. You’re sweating too.” I assist him to the edge of the bed and he raises his feet one at a time for me to help him with his pants. He stands, zips, buttons, and then holds onto the back of the sofa for stability.

  “This is crazy. Whoa.”

  “You okay? Dizzy?”

  “A little bit. Disoriented more than anything. Somewhat panicky. Shit.” He takes a few deep breaths and leans back against the sofa. “Paul must want me all over everyone tonight.”

  “Or he wants to keep us... well you, under control. He probably heard us earlier.”

  “Whatever.”

  “No, not whatever. I think he’s playing with us.”

  “Well, no shit.”

  “Cove,” I hesitate, and think twice about telling him the thought that just crossed my mind. What if this is what my father wants. Cove drugged and slightly... well okay, considerably out of it. Me occupied watching over him, and Leondra here in the house concerned for the two of us. He’ll have us all in the same room and I worry that it’s his way to gain complete control of not only me, but also the entire Rosen family, or worse. And then there’s Dayne.

  “Sophia, what is it?”

  “The music’s loud. There must be a lot of people here.”

  Cove checks his watch, then closes his eyes and nods his head to the beat. A heavy bass line shakes the walls and rattles the smaller objects resting on the tables.

  “I need to fix my makeup and then we’ll head down. Don’t move.” His eyes remain closed as I hustle into the bathroom to reapply my lipstick and fix my hair. Can’t we ever have sex without something going wrong? The last time we were able to enjoy one another without a disastrous ending was back in the hotel a week ago. God, we need to get the fuck out of here.

  He’s still bobbing his head to the music when I return and his dimples accompany his grin; too damn cute for his own good, even on ecstasy. He opens his eyes when he hears me walk toward him.

  “Hey beautiful white dove. Look at you, so pretty.” He runs his hand down my dress and feels the fabric, rolling it between two fingers. “Everything feels wonderful.” He lifts my dress and slides a shaky finger inside. “Mmm, yes. Everything.”

  “Cove, listen to me. We’re going downstairs. Stay next to me, please. You can touch me all you want when we’re down there,” I say, sliding his hand out. “Just not down there. Try to treat me with some respect in front of the guests; porn stars, clients, or family, all of them. Try your best to do me this one favor. I know we’re the highlight, but at some point we need to blend in and not make a scene. It’s our only chance.”

  “I’m sorry, Baby,” he responds, pulling me into a solid hug. “I’m ready.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  I wipe my lipstick from his lips and cheek and he waits for me to slide into my heels before we head down the hall.

  People stand with drinks along the second floor balcony, with the sounds of Daft Punk blasting through the open space; what I call dance music with smack. All eyes in our vicinity turn to us when we reach the stairs, and we both politely smile... although, no matter what, it appears that Cove’s grin won’t subside for hours.

  The strong odor of cigarettes lingers as we pass Doron on the stairs. I glance at the back door and see Dayne watching the pool area, while Trey is protecting the front. All three men are dressed in similar fashion to Cove; white button down shirts, dark grey pants, and black oxford shoes. I recognize a few faces from the expo, but don’t see Leondra... or my father.

  “Why aren’t you being a guard dog this evening?” Cove raises his voice over the music for Doron to hear his question.

  “I’m trying to keep my brother occupied and away from Paul. I’ll relieve him out back as soon as I get a feel for the room. I’ve never seen him this upset, the anger in his eyes, the way he snapped at me this afternoon, it’s different than his usual pissy-ass self. What I saw today was pure hatred. Can you believe he fucking let the house whore leave? What the fuck’s that all about? What the hell’s been happening here all week?”

  “Same old, same old,” Cove smiles and places his hand on Doron’s waist only to have it seized in an adrenaline-charged grip.

  “Doron,” I shout over the noise. “My father gave him ecstasy. He’s all touchy-feely right now.”

  He laughs and drops his arm. “Good luck on that shit. I’ll have fun watching you cop a feel on everyone in the room tonight, dumb fuck.”

  “It wasn’t his fault, my father said it was oxycodone for his foot.”

  “What happened to his... oh, never mind, who gives a shit anyway. Get the fuck away from me, I have work to do.”

  As we continue down the stairs I see my father appear from the back hallway from the kitchen. He’s speaking with a guy who looks to be in his early sixties, with neatly trimmed silver grey hair that flows back in large waves off his face, a well-defined jawline, and dark features. His clothes look expensive, and as they walk together, he pats my father on the back then heads for the bar.

  Cove places one hand on the small of my back, and glides his other along the railing as we continue down. I feel like a million eyes are on us, and as I scan the room I see that I’m right. Don’t panic. Try not to panic.

  It’s dim, with only table lamps and candles lit throughout the room. The overhead chandelier set to low. The young women, and when I say young, I mean they look to be sixteen, but probably are of age, all are clad in bikini bottoms with pasties over their nipples. Their bikinis leave nothing to the imagination and are made of a mesh nude material with a beaded waist, matching the style, color, and material of my dress. They’re everywhere, circling the room with shots, bottles of wine, and, well... themselves. And that damn
scent of vanilla is everywhere. Finally, we reach the bottom of the stairs; the entire walk appeared to have been in slow motion. Music blasts and people swirl. Cove’s hand moves in circles around my back and then comes to rest on my ass. I feel his fingers twitch and lightly tap to the beat of the dance music. Slow and heavy, somewhat sexy, most likely to put the guests in the mood, and as I watch the crowd of eighty or so people, I see that’s precisely what’s taking place. The sofa closest to us is swarmed with guests gazing at a woman down on her knees; cock in mouth, pleasuring a middle-aged man. I can’t tell if he’s a client or from my father’s company. His pants are around his ankles, but his dress shirt still covers his upper body. With the chanting of the other men for him to cum, I feel like I’m in the middle of a bachelor party gone wrong... or right, depending on the viewer. I can tell by his face that he’s close, and I place my hand on Cove’s chest, then turn to avoid the happy ending. He covers my hand with his and leans in for a kiss, his lips and tongue dry and cold. A series of whistles kicks off around us, setting a chain reaction of howls throughout the room. It’s either for our kiss or for that guy that just blew his load, or both. I open my eyes and a group of men raise their shots toward me and guzzle them down. I’m at a loss as to what I’m supposed to do, and I can tell Cove’s not going to be of much help. I place my hand on his neck and feel a cold sweat.

  “Babe? You okay? You’re shaking and your skin feels cold and clammy.”

  “Yep. Doing just fine,” he beams.

  “Let me get you some water.”

  “A hard drink would be better.”

  “No fucking way. Not when you’re on X. Do you have a death wish?” We walk over to the two tables overflowing with drinks that are set up next to the bar. The bartender cocks his head inquisitively when I request two bottled waters, then shrugs and searches in the fridge behind the bar. He comes back with two waters and quickly assists the next person.