The Deepest Desire • A Odell Beckham Jr Erotic Novel

Chapter 25

After a while, they pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Avery smiled up at Omar, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You're addictive," she whispered.

Omar chuckled, his hands still resting on her hips. "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Not so bad?" Avery repeated in mock offence.

"I've been addicted since the first time I slip up inside you, I knew I wasn't letting your fine ass go anywhere on our first night together in Turks." Omar explained with a smirk, his hands slipping beneath her top to caress her waist.

"That good, huh?" Avery smirked cockily, Omar's choice of words inflating her ego.

"That good," he confirmed before his mouth was back on hers, his tongue flicking against hers.

Avery let out a soft sigh of contentment as she melted into the kiss, her hands threading through Omar's hair as she reciprocated the passion. The familiar sound of the city below provided a soothing background noise to their intimate moment on the balcony.

"If we don't get off this balcony and out of the hotel, we are going to end up fucking and miss our reservation," Avery teased as she reluctantly pulled away from Omar, her cheeks flushed with desire.

Omar chuckled, his hands still lingering on her hips. "As tempting as that sounds, I think you're right. Let's save that for later," he said, planting a quick kiss on her lips before stepping back.

Reluctantly, they both moved away from each other, their bodies still humming with the electricity of their connection. Avery took a deep breath to compose herself before turning towards the door, her hand intertwined with Omar's as they made their way back into their luxurious suite.

As they got ready for their dinner reservation, the anticipation and excitement of the weekend ahead at Coachella lingered in the air. Despite the temptation to stay entwined on the balcony, they knew that the adventures awaiting them in the vibrant city of Los Angeles were just beginning.

Avery's heels clicked against the marble floors as she led Omar through the hotel lobby, their awaiting car parked right outside. The driver opened the door for them, and they settled into the backseat, the anticipation of the night ahead already building in their chests.

As they drove through the bustling streets of Los Angeles, Avery rested her head on Omar's shoulder, the city lights blurring past them in a mesmerizing dance. The energy of the city was infectious, and they both felt the thrill of the weekend ahead pulsating through their veins.

"You smell good," Omar whispered hotly into her ear before his lips trailed her neck, peppering soft kisses against her warm skin.

Avery shivered at the sensation, a rush of desire coursing through her as she turned to face him, their eyes locking in a silent promise of what was to come. The anticipation of the night ahead only fueled the fire that burned between them, igniting a passion that was as undeniable as it was intoxicating.

"I'm curious to find out how you taste tonight," he murmured suggestively, his fingers tracing a path down her arm, sending shivers down her spine.

Avery's breath hitched at the thought, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. The memory of their passionate encounters flooded her mind, igniting a hunger for more of the same intensity.