by Jayce, Aven
“You said I could do anything.” Holding his ankles tightly I continue to descend toward the floor sloping my back like a cat that’s stretching her front legs out before him. “That feels so good,” I say in my softest voice.
“It’s about to feel even better.”
His warm hand follows my spine down to my lower back. I get chills from his soft touch and the anticipation of what’s to come. He massages my hips and moves his groin in sync to my rhythm of pleasure. His breaths are short and shallow, and I know he’s getting close.
“You don’t have to wait for me if you can’t stop yourself. Cum for me.”
“Not until you cum first,” he pants.
“You’re closer than I am. I can hear it in your breathing and feel how enlarged you are.” I touch his firm balls and he moves my hand away in protest.
“I can hold out for you, but not if you do that. I want you to cum like this,” he demands.
I focus on the sensitivity with each drive of my hips onto his cock as it glides easily within my wet flesh. God, does he know how good he feels? I love this sensation. Being one with him. My body tingling and full of quick pre-orgasmic bursts of pleasure.
Cove’s hands travel from my hips to my lower back then down to my ass. He spreads my cheeks and slides one finger down to my flowered opening and circles the area. I tense, raise my body, and turn to give him an inquisitive look.
“Going somewhere?” I raise an eyebrow. He places a finger from his other hand up to my lips and I roll my tongue around the tip, lubricating it for him. He flashes a smile of amusement and gently, slowly, eases in from behind.
“Ah!” I throw my head back and shout. “Oh God... oh God... oh God.”
“Shh, Baby. Our family’s probably awake by now. Stay as quiet as you can.”
He said our family... I have a family. “Shh,” he says again.
“If you want me to stay quiet then you probably shouldn’t be back there. I’m so close.” My body is fit to burst with his finger inside my ass and his cock stretching and filling my insides. It’s painful but also pleasurable, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in the past. The pressure is overwhelming and as I start to move Cove slides his finger further in. He flutters its tip against my anal wall, feeling for his cock on the other side.
“Cove!” I shout, not giving a fuck whom hears me.
“I’m gonna cum, Soph,” he whimpers. “If you could feel this, what I’m feeling from back here... Fuck, I can’t hold out.”
He moves forward, places an arm around my waist, and holds me close to his chest. His head rests on my back with his finger still in from behind. I continue to straddle his legs, turned away from him, starting to ride his cock and finger. He lowers his arm and sets his other hand over my clit for a triple pleasure. This man of mine has his finger up my ass, his cock deep inside of me, and his other finger circling my clit. My God, I think my head’s going to explode. No, my entire body’s about to ignite in a wild firestorm. His cock was in my ass once before, but only for a split second, and only the tip. This is very different.
“Oh, Babe. Please don’t stop.” I say, feeling his body tense and twitch as he starts to cum. He groans and bites my shoulder.
“Sophia,” he whispers. “Oh fuck... fuck. Feel it. Feel me.”
With his words my body erupts into something indescribable and unfamiliar, an orgasm so intense that my eyes blur and the room spins. I lose focus, my ears ring, my arms and legs go numb, and my body collapses into Cove’s. He releases his finger and we drop to the mattress, unable to move or speak.
My flesh thumps under his fingers and I wait a few minutes for it to calm before I open my eyes and sigh.
“Fuck, Cove. That was incredible.”
“Are you cross-eyed?”
“Lil’ bit.”
He laughs as I turn my head to touch his lips, placing a string of kisses over his face and down his neck.
“I’m happy.”
“Good. Me too, Soph. I wish we could stay in bed for hours but I smell breakfast, which means people are waiting for us to come downstairs.”
“Sausage.”
“What?” he laughs.
“I smell sausage.”
“Maybe so. My uncle’s a big meat eater so I wouldn’t be surprised. They’ll have to leave soon for work, so we better get our ass in gear so we can say hello, and then goodbye to them.”
“Work?”
“Yeah, you know. That thing that everyone does to make a living, have a house, pay the bills, put food on the table.”
“I know, I meant I didn’t realize it was Monday.” I look around the room for something to put on. “I left my tank in the bathroom last night when I showered. It’s on the hook on the back of the door.”
“I’ll get it for you. I need to toss the condom out or flush it. Wait here.” He slides out of me and places a bathroom towel around his waist.
“Where are the rest of our clothes?”
“I washed them last night. I’ll pull them from the dryer and be right back.” He leaves a sweet kiss on my forehead as I stretch my arms high above my head and wait for his return.
The bedroom in Wayne and Lydia’s home is similar to the ground floor spaces. Barren, lack of color, one art print on the wall that matches a piece of furniture, a simple vase or trinket on a table for a modest decorative touch, and fabrics in neutral tones. There’s a professional decorator’s style to it in that everything is arranged neatly, yet it’s drab and lifeless, which surprises me since Lydia is so bubbly. I guess bubbly doesn’t necessarily mean a person isn’t boring. Now Leondra’s bright and colorful home, that’s a whole other story... and she’s the one who’s sad and lonely. What a distinct difference between the two.
“What are you thinking about this time?” Cove asks as he places my neatly folded clean clothes on the bed.
“Home decorating.”
“Really?”
“God, yes. Isn’t that awful?”
“No, it’s good. Give your mind a rest for as long as you can. I’m sure all of our intense emotions about the situation with your father are going to come shooting out again today.”
“Yeah... I know. So who’s awake?”
“Everyone. And you were right about the sausage,” he says zipping his pants and placing his shirt over his head. “Come on, let’s get this over with. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of this city and back home.”
I dress quickly and we head for the kitchen, both sporting bare feet. Cove continues to limp and he should probably consider wrapping his foot for support.
Wayne smiles as we enter the room, dressed in a pale yellow button down shirt with navy blue pants and a matching tie. His hair is parted on the side and neatly combed while Lydia’s hair is wildly tossed on top of her head with a few bangs crisscrossed over her forehead. She has on a light yellow sleeveless mock sweater and a navy blue skirt that reaches her knees. It must be the high school’s colors, and I wonder if it’s a private, or religious school. They look wholesome.
“Whoa, that was some make out session the two of you had this morning. And the language! Gosh almighty,” Wayne laughs and sets his fork down as Lydia hands us each a cup of coffee. “Holy guacamole, Cove. I don’t know what secrets you have but I do hope you wanna share so I can make your aunt scream like that.”
“Wayne!” Lydia scolds as Cove blushes and pulls a chair out from the table for me. “Don’t you dare embarrass these two again, nor do I want you to discuss our intimate time together with anyone. Now stop it.” She points a finger toward him and shakes her head. “You remember what we were like when we first started dating.”
“Yup... like rabbits,” he responds.
Lydia rolls her eyes and places two plates in front of us. I’m starving and dig right in while Cove takes his time picking at the food. I’ve noticed he’s not much of an eater, and tends to pick more than eat.
“Sophia, where are you staying when you return to St. Louis? Do you have frie
nds or family who will take you in?”
“She’s moving in with me,” Cove instantly replies.
“Really!” Lydia bounces up and down clapping her hands like a child on Christmas morning. “Oh, I’m so happy for the two of you! When’s the wedding! Can we have it in our backyard? Pleeeease?”
“One step at a time, Aunt Lydia. But I promise, you’ll be the first to know about any future weddings.”
Leondra walks in with a towel wrapped around her head and freshly painted dark red nails on her fingers and toes. She’s dressed in skin-tight black pants and a long grey crewneck sweater that’s embellished with a dark flannel scarf. She looks artsy, elegant, and the dimples that she passed along to Cove emerge before us on her smiling face. What a beautiful woman.
“Sorry Aunt Lydia, you’ll be the second to know. My mother always comes first.”
“Okay family, listen up,” Wayne speaks in an authoritative tone. “First of all, you should have told us what was going on years ago. This is crapola that we were kept in the dark for all these years.”
Leondra leans forward and takes his hand. “Wayne, darling. There’s nothing you could’ve done. It was better that you weren’t involved in any of this.”
“Bull pucky. Excuse my language, but I’m fumin’ right now. I’m a high school principal for darn sakes. I could’ve brought that Jameson fella down.”
“Uncle Wayne,” Cove whispers. “Please. Don’t.”
“Wayne, eventually we need to discuss some things, just you, Lydia, and myself, but this isn’t the way to go about it,” Leondra states. “I think Cove and Sophia may still have some questions, or might want to discuss a few things, and if you just sit back and listen, you’ll understand more of what happened, but I don’t believe we need to discuss the illusion that you could’ve ‘saved’ us. Plus, I want them to have control of the discussion so they’re comfortable, that is, if they want to discuss things at all. They may not want to, you know?” She releases Wayne’s hand and reaches for her son’s instead.
I turn to Cove allowing him the opportunity to speak before I start the questions I have for Leondra. “Okay,” he says. “Is Dad aware of what took place over the weekend? Does he know we’re no longer at Paul’s? Does he know about the murder? Did he even know we were locked away there in the first place?” He starts to speak anxiously and excitedly, yet a bit agitated as well. Leondra squeezes his hand and cuts him off.
“Unless the police have gone to see him, no. He’s unaware of any of the events from the past week and a half. I didn’t want to alarm him while he’s healing from the attack.”
“It’s been two weeks since he was hurt. Is he still that bad?” I ask.
“He’s better. Gaining strength. He doesn’t need the stress right now, and I plan to protect him from certain information until we can speak in person. Some of what’s happened can’t be relayed in a telephone call.”
“He deserves to know my father’s dead. I think the sooner he has that information the better. It will bring him a bit of relief.”
“I understand how you and Cove both feel, but I think it would be best to speak with him in person as soon as we return, even with news such as this. I need to see his face when we discuss it with him. I want to know he’s alright.”
“That’s selfish of you,” Cove says under his breath as he takes a sip of coffee. His mother ignores his comment and waits to see if we have anything else to say.
“I have a lot of questions, actually.” Cove smiles as if he knew I would. “An easy one first. Is my little fuzzball Lewis okay?”
“Lewis is doing very well,” she stands and picks up her phone from the counter and shows me a photo of him that Haverty emailed her yesterday. “Aww, he looks happy.”
“And the business?” Cove inquires raising an eyebrow.
“It’s all fine. Haverty has been a blessing in disguise, and I think it’s time we let him know it. We’ll need to have a meeting with him when we return.”
Cove nods and butters his toast as I move on to something I’ve been playing over and over again in my head. “Leondra, the night of the party, I saw you on the balcony with my father. You showed him something in your purse and right after he took you to his office.”
“I don’t believe I can discuss that right now. Perhaps you and I can talk in private in the near future, but...”
“Mother, what was it?” Cove asks in an assertive voice. “Tell her.”
She follows the ring of the coffee cup with her finger and then holds it with two hands. Lydia, who was standing back by the kitchen island, slides a bar stool over and joins us at the table. “Leondra?” she questions. “What was it?”
“I saw the newspaper this morning,” Wayne says, looking directly at Leondra who clears her throat and bows her head. “It’s not a secret anymore. Do you want them to hear this from you or to read about it on their own?”
“Sophia, sweetheart,” Leondra takes my hand and I immediately get a chill that runs through my entire body. My hand trembles in fear over what she’s about to say. This is big. I can feel it and see it in her body language.
“What?” I whisper.
“Lyd, get my purse, would you please?” she asks her sister. Lydia brings it in from the living room and places it in front of all of us on the table. I stare at it and have deja vu from the file box in the police station that was placed in front of Cove. Fuckin’ A.
“Sophia,” Leondra begins again. “I met a young girl in Paul’s company about seven years ago. She was here in Vegas when I flew in to hopefully visit with my son. Paul had taken Cove away from me for months after my husband was found guilty, and I was flying out every few weeks for business and to try to see him. This girl, I believe she was eighteen at the time, was hired for only the hard copy side of the business, meaning the magazines and modeling for advertisements of product lines, such as packaging for underwear and toys. She was never in any videos or online sites, insisting she didn’t want to be trapped in that part of Paul’s business. I spoke with her quite a bit during those months, and learned she was working for your father in order to save enough money to go to college. She was such a beautiful, fit, young girl, with big dreams, but also one of those girls I would come across every so often who would drool over Paul and his money. She wanted more, and so did your father. Then she disappeared. I had a big photo shoot set up with her and a few other women, and she never showed up, and I never saw her again after that... until Thursday... on Paul’s website. I almost had to do a double take when I saw her face, and then I put two and two together and....” She opens her purse and slides a photograph across to me, facedown. My heart stops. I know. Just like Cove knew what was in that box, this is it. I flip the photo over and swiftly cover my mouth to block my screams.
“Holy shit,” Cove expels. He takes the image of a younger Mera away from my line of sight and places his arms around me. My head falls against his shoulder and I sob into his shirt, only to become angry a few moments later and slam my fist on the table. “Why didn’t I ever meet her?”
“Like I said, it was when Paul had you locked in his house, and she was never part of the online side of the company.”
“That fucker! Both of them!” I slam my fist again. “Is that even her name? Mera? Or is that fake as well?” I stand and my chair falls on the floor behind me. “I can’t believe this! Son of a bitch!” my voice loud and echoing throughout the house. “What kind of a sick bastard would hire some woman to follow his daughter to college, be her roommate, become her lover and best friend, and then when the job was fucking over bring her back here to be a fucking house whore? Who the fuck would do such a thing? How could they do this? Both of them!” I scream. Cove stands and wraps his arms around my body in an attempt to calm my increasing rage. “And that’s how she was going to disappear from my life? Tell me she decided to join my father’s company when she was already part of it? That entire night I had to slip out of her apartment was all a set up. She knew Trey, did
n’t she? Didn’t she! She knew she was leaving with my father that night! That’s why she refused to drug him.”
“Drug? Who had drugs?” Leondra asks.
“Shh,” he tries to calm me down.
“Don’t hush me! That woman became my friend and watched over me for my asinine father just so she could get a free ride in school? I bet he paid for her entire fucking education! And she touched me! And then I decided to follow her to St. Louis?” I sob again. “Who the fuck is she?”
“As far as I know, her name really is Mera Calloway. Her photo is in the morning paper as a person of interest. The police must have seen her in some of the security surveillance from the house, and now they’re trying to find her for questioning,” Leondra replies.
I break out of Cove’s arms and run to the front door searching for an escape from this captivity I’ve been under for years, all without my knowledge. What’s next? Are the Evertons real? They’re a part of all of this as well, right? A few years from now that’s what I’ll find out. And then someone else is connected, and another, and another. I know that’s not true, but God dammit! Shit, fucking son of a bitch, it sure feels that way right now.
“Sophia!” Cove’s voice echoes through the neighborhood. I stop and turn to see him following close behind. For once, I stay put. I’m running again. I know it, but at least this time I’ll wait for him to join me.
“Sophia,” he says out of breath. “Wait.”
“Walk with me,” I say, as he catches up. “I’m sick of this, and I need to walk it off. I’m not going to stand in your aunt and uncle’s kitchen and make a fool of myself because I can’t control my anger.”
“No one expects you to. Your reaction is better than mine would’ve been. Hey, could you slow down a little bit? I can’t keep up with you with bare feet and stitches.”
