"I saw Marcus while I was out last night, and he asked for you," Brooke revealed, making Avery roll her eyes at the mention of her ex.
"What did you tell him?" Avery sighed, her displeasure evident in her voice.
"I told him you're in Vegas, bouncing on some millionaire dick," Brooke laughed, making Avery do the same. "I'm just playing," she said, clearing her throat. "I actually told him that you're doing great and focused on yourself, as he should be."
Unbeknownst to Avery, Omar stood just outside his living room door, listening in amusement. He and Avery hadn't so much as even brought up titles or anything of that nature.
But to hear that she was completely over her ex made him feel good. When they first met in Turks and Caicos over a week ago, she told him that she hadn't seen or spoken to her ex in the last six months.
Clearing his throat as he stepped into the room, Omar smiled as Avery turned to look at him. "Brooke, we'll talk later," she said before ending the call.
"You didn't have to stop talking on my account," Omar smirked mischievously. "Your girl wasn't wrong about you bouncing on millionaire dick, although last night you did more throwing back than bouncing."
Avery's cheeks flamed as she realized he overheard her conversation with Brooke.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean for you to hear that," Avery stumbled over her words. "Brooke lacks a filter."
"It's cool," Omar said as he walked over to where she sat on the couch, reaching down so he could run the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, his gaze intense as their eyes met.
Avery's heart skipped a beat as she felt the electric touch of Omar's thumb against her lip. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself unable to look away.
"Brooke may lack a filter, but I'm glad she told your ex that you're doing great," Omar whispered, his voice low and seductive.
His thumb trailed from her lip, down to her throat, and then her chest before pushing open the robe she wore to reveal her breast.
Avery's breath hitched in her throat as Omar's touch ignited a fiery desire within her. The robe slipped off her shoulders, pooling behind her on the bed, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. She couldn't deny the electrifying chemistry between them, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
Omar leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from Avery's. The anticipation between them was palpable, as if the air crackled with a magnetic force pulling them together.
Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Avery's whole body responded, melting into his touch as their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's mouths, their desire intensifying with every lingering kiss.
"Do you trust me?" Omar smirked as he pulled away, his lips pulling into a smile as he reached up to caress the side of her neck.
Avery's heart raced from the intensity of the kiss, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She looked into Omar's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all she found was a hunger that mirrored her own.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. "I trust you."
Omar's smile widened, his touch becoming more gentle as he stroked her neck. "Good," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Because tonight, I want to show you just how much pleasure trust can bring."
Avery's body tingled at his words, her anticipation growing with every passing second. She had never felt such a strong connection with someone before, and the thought of exploring new heights of pleasure with Omar sent a wave of excitement through her.
With a swift motion, Omar scooped Avery up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom, their lips never parting. Dropping her onto the bed, Omar disrobed himself.
"Do you remember that night in Turks and Caicos you allowed me to bind your wrist?" Omar asked, his length hardening with each passing moment.
"Yes," Avery responded. There was no way she could forget. The memory of that night in Turks and Caicos flooded back to Avery's mind, igniting a fire within her. It was a night filled with passion and surrender, where she had willingly placed her trust in Omar's hands.
Omar's eyes darkened with desire as he moved closer, his voice husky with anticipation. "I want to take things further tonight," he confessed, his voice dripping with intensity.
"Yes," Avery said just above a whisper, her back arching as her breast inched closer to him, her nipples brushing against the smooth skin of his muscular chest.
Omar let out a low chuckle as he looked into Avery's eyes, her want for him swelling his ego. "But before anything, I'm taking you out this evening."
"Where?" Avery asked.
"Are you familiar with football?" Omar asked as his danced back and forth between her eyes and lips.
"Not really," Avery shrugged, the action so innocent it sent a chill down his spine.
"Tomorrow afternoon is what's considered the seasons deciding game, The Super Bowl." Omar said explained. "Tonight a friend of mine is hosting a party in the run up and we're going, I'm also taking you to the game tomorrow." He revealed.
Avery's eyes widened in surprise at Omar's announcement. Going to the Super Bowl was something she had never even imagined doing, and the thought of experiencing such a high-profile event with him made her heart race with excitement.
"Are you serious?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
Omar nodded, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Absolutely serious," he replied. "I want you with me." Looking into Avery's eyes, he smiled down at her as he cupped her breast.
"I made an appointment for you with a hairstylist and a makeup artist ahead of tonight, as bad as I want to I don't think I have the time to enjoy you." Omar sighed before his mouth was back on Avery's.
Their passionate kiss continued, growing more fervent with each passing moment. Avery's mind was reeling with a mix of excitement and anticipation for the night ahead. She had never experienced anything quite like this before, and the thought of being pampered and attending such a prestigious event with Omar made her feel like she was living in a dream.
As their lips finally parted, Avery's breath came in short gasps, her body craving more of Omar's touch. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
With a final lingering kiss, Omar stood up, his gaze never leaving Avery's. "Go ready, beautiful," he said, his voice filled with promise. "Tonight will be a night you won't forget."
Avery watched as he walked out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe how quickly her life had changed, how a chance encounter had led her to this moment of exhilaration and passion.
As she got up from the bed, she couldn't help but smile. With excitement coursing through her veins, Avery made her way to the bathroom, ready to prepare for the night.
She couldn't wait to see what the evening had in store for her. As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded over her body, washing away any lingering doubts or worries. She allowed herself to fully indulge in the anticipation, imagining the night ahead.
Once Avery had finished drying herself, she ventured into Omar's closet to rummage through her bag, pondering over her outfit choices. She craved a look that exuded sensuality, one that perfectly aligned with the exhilaration she had been experiencing ever since her arrival in the city of Las Vegas.
After carefully examining the vast array of dresses, Avery settled on a form-fitting, white button up dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Its plunging neckline and thigh-high slit added just the right amount of allure, making her feel like a true goddess.
As she slipped into the dress and admired herself in the full-length mirror, Avery couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence wash over her. Although the dress wasn't a little more see through than Avery would've liked, it still covered where necessary and she couldn't deny how sexy she felt in it.
With her outfit secured, Avery turned her attention to her hair and makeup. She had never been one to spend hours in front of the mirror, sleek buns and simple makeup were her go to, but tonight was different. Tonight, she wanted to look and feel like the powerful, irresistible woman that Omar saw in her.
Once she was dressed, Avery made her way downstairs to meet with the hairstylist and makeup artist that Omar had arranged for her, so they could work their magic. They styled her hair in loose, cascading waves that framed her face, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look.
Her makeup was soft and natural, the makeup artist giving her a thicker lick of eyeliner than she usually did on herself, adding a rather doll-like look to her.
Her lips were painted in a blushing pink gloss to add a hint of femininity and sensuality. With her hair and makeup complete, Avery thanked the hair and makeup artist for their work.
As she made her way back to the living room, she found Omar waiting for her, dressed rather casually in a jeans and T-shirt that seemed to accentuated his strong physique. His casual out was given character by the countless diamonds chains around his neck. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of her, a smile playing on his lips.
"You look absolutely stunning," he said, his voice filled with admiration as he moved his middle finger through the centre of his cleavage, keeping his eyes on hers.
Avery blushed at his compliment, feeling a surge of warmth and happiness fill her. "Thank you," she replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "You handsome and your chains are going to blind someone." Avery teased.
Omar chuckled, his smile widening. "I can't help it if I like to make a statement," he said, playfully tugging on one of his diamond chains. "Besides, what's the point of being a millionaire if you can't show it off a little?"
Avery laughed, feeling the tension from earlier dissipate. Being with Omar felt easy, comfortable, and she couldn't help but be drawn to his charismatic personality. She felt a sense of excitement and adventure that she had never experienced before.
"Do I need to bring anything with me?" Avery asked Omar as she grabbed her purse, making sure she had her ID on hand, ready to take on the Las Vegas nighttime.
"There is one more thing," Omar said as he held out his hand for Avery to join him where he sat on the other side of the room, his eyes traced over her body as she slowly walked towards him, her hips swaying as she tried to be careful on her heels.
"Is everything okay?" Avery asked, as Omar pulled as small silk sack from his pocket.
"Everything is good, however, there is something you're missing." Omar smirked knowingly as he opened the sack and tipped it into his hand.
Avery swallowed the lump of anticipation in her throat as two shiny silver balls fell from the sack, her eyes meeting with Omar's. "Do you know what these are?" He asked.
"Vaginal beads," Avery confirmed.
"I want you to wear them tonight," Omar said as he other hand found the small of Avery's back and he leaned forward placing a kiss to the her clothed stomach.
Avery's heart raced at Omar's suggestion. The idea of wearing vaginal beads heightened her excitement and curiosity. She had heard about them before, but had never tried them herself. The thought of having a secret pleasure hidden within her while attending the Super Bowl party added an extra thrill to the evening.
She looked into Omar's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of anticipation and desire. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Omar nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I want you to experience all kinds of pleasure, Avery," he said, his voice low and seductive. "And I want to be the one to give it to you."
A shiver ran down Avery's spine at his words. She trusted Omar completely, and the thought of surrendering to his desires excited her beyond measure. With a nod of agreement, she reached out and took the beads from his hand.
Omar watched intently as Avery carefully inserted the beads, feeling a surge of possessiveness and arousal. The sight of her preparing herself for their night of pleasure only fueled his desire for her.
Once the balls were securely in place, Avery stood up straight, feeling the weight and subtle movements of the beads within her. A wave of pleasure coursed through her body, making her feel even more aware of her own sensuality.
"Are you ready?" Omar asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
Avery nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.With that, they left for the Super Bowl party, their bodies buzzing with anticipation for the night ahead.
Following Omar out of his house and to the car parked out front waiting on them, Avery bit down on her bottom lip as she took a seat in vehicle, the metals balls inside of her rubbing deliciously against her walls.
"Are you good, Avery?" Omar smirked knowingly from his seat beside her as they were chauffeured through the vibrant city.
Avery blushed at the question, her cheeks warming with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. She shifted in her seat, feeling the subtle movements of the Ben Wa Balls intensify with each turn of the car.
"I'm... I'm more than good," she stammered, unable to hide the desire in her voice. "It's... it's incredible."
Omar chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I knew you'd enjoy it," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction.
As the car navigated through the bustling streets, Avery couldn't help but notice the way Omar's gaze lingered on her. His hunger was palpable, and she knew that the night held even more thrilling surprises in store. The anticipation grew with each passing moment, leaving her breathless and eager for what was to come.
When the car came to a stop outside of the luxurious building the party was being held at, Omar helped Avery from the car before they made their way into the tower, making a beeline for the elevator so they could head up to the top floor.
Due to how they met and overall privacy that Turks and Caicos provided its tourist, Avery often forgot that Omar was a renowned athlete, a star of the boxing world and beyond.
Avery watched in awe as Omar graciously acknowledged each person that flocked to him as he made his way into the penthouse, his charm and charisma shining through. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that he was hers.
As they made their way through the crowd, Avery noticed the envious glances thrown her way. It was clear that everyone knew Omar, but no one knew of her or the intimate connection they shared. The thought of their secret pleasure, hidden beneath her dress, making her feel smug.
The room was filled with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Avery couldn't help but be swept away by the grandeur of the event. The penthouse itself was opulent, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the city below.
Omar led her through the crowd, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her with a sense of ownership. He introduced her to his friends and acquaintances, all of whom greeted her warmly. Avery couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, as if she was a part of Omar's world, even if only for the weekend.
"Can I get you another drink?" Omar asked as he noticed Avery's almost empty champagne glass, taking it from her hand he filled it back up before bringing the bottle to his lips.
"Omar I can't ignore the beads," Avery said onto his ear, feeling slightly flushed as she took her glass back, taking a sip in an attempt to take her mind off of sensation between her legs.
Omar's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and excitement as he processed Avery's words. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, "Is it too much? Should we find a more private spot?"
Avery's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper, "No, I want to keep them in. The sensation is...intoxicating."
Omar's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well then, baby girl, make the most of it," he replied, his voice filled with a promise of pleasure. "But if it becomes too much, don't hesitate to let me know."
Avery nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. She couldn't believe how adventurous and daring she was feeling in this moment. With Omar by her side, she knew she was in safe hands.
They continued to mingle at the party, enjoying the lively atmosphere and the company of Omar's friends. But throughout it all, Avery couldn't ignore the subtle movements of the beads inside her. Each step she took, each laugh she shared, sent waves of pleasure through her body, intensifying her desire for Omar.
He was skilled beyond measure, even without physical contact he still managed to consume her.
"OBJ is that you brother?!" A rather handsome slightly shorter man asked as he neared Omar, a wide smile on his face as got to him. From his physique Avery gathered he had an athletic background.
"Maleek, it's good to see you, man." Omar smiled as he bumped fist with him before pulling him into a short hug before letting him go again.
"Likewise," Maleek smiled. "I'm just trying to train and get myself right for the next football season." He revealed.
"Is this all you, O?" He he asked as his attention turned to Avery, his eyes tracing over her body a he admired what he saw.
"Something like that," Omar said, his voice becoming a little more firm as he possessively wrapped his arm around Avery's waist, pulling her body into his, he knew his friend and he could tell from the look in his eyes he'd taken a liking to Avery.
Avery blushed under Malik's intense gaze, feeling a mixture of arousal and satisfaction at Omar's possessive gesture. She could tell that Malik was intrigued by her, but she had no interest in even entertaining the thought.
"Avery, this is Malik" Omar said as he made the introduction.
"Nice to meet you, Avery," Malik smiled as he held out his hand for her to shake.
"Likewise." She smiled before retreating to Omar, an action he couldn't help but notice.
After speaking with the pair a few more minutes, Malik left them to continue making his rounds of the room.
"You know who the fuck you belong to without having to be told." Omar whispered hotly into Avery's ear as his lips curved into a smirk against the side of her face.
Avery's breath hitched at Omar's words, feeling a surge of desire and possessiveness wash over her. She turned towards him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of love and lust.
"I do," she replied, her voice filled with confidence. "I belong to you, Omar. Completely."
Omar's smirk widened, his grip on her waist tightening. "That's right," he murmured, his voice dripping with dominance. "And don't ever fucking forget it."
With a mixture of excitement and submission, Avery leaned into Omar's touch, feeling the weight of the beads inside her intensify the sensations coursing through her body. She was ready to embrace the night of pleasure and exploration that awaited them, with Omar by her side, there was no limit to the ecstasy they could experience together.
As the night wore on, Avery and Omar found themselves stealing moments of intimacy in between conversations and dances. Each touch, each whispered word, sent a jolt of pleasure through Avery's body, her senses heightened by the secret pleasure hidden within her.
Eventually, the party began to wind down, the guests dispersing and making their way home. Saying goodnight to the parties host, Avery and Omar made their way downstairs to the awaiting car.
Their restraint hanging by a thread as they made their way back to Omar's place.
As soon as they were alone, locked away behind the privacy of Omar's front door, he stripped Avery of her clothes, the vaginal beads she wore for the evening discarded somewhere in his hallway as he fucked Avery on his dining table.
He promised her a night of exploration and while there were no toys or additives to their tryst, Omar still took her to heights that went unknown before him.
His movements were slow and deep as he drove his hips into Avery from behind, holding both of her hands behind her back with one of his as he gripped her hip with the other.
Without use of her hands and the compromising position Omar held her in, Avery had no choice but to take everything he gave her, her mind and body surrendering to his dominance. Her moans filled the air, echoing through the empty house, as pleasure surged through her veins.
Omar's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent and demanding. He reveled in the way Avery's body responded to him, the way she arched her back and pushed her hips back to meet his rhythm. They moved together in perfect synchrony, lost in a world of pleasure that belonged to only them.
"Tell me who the fuck you belong to," Omar growled into her ear as he hand that was once on her hip, tangled into her hair so he could hold her head up and look into her eyes. Avery's breathing ragged, she moaned out his name, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surrender.
"I belong to you, Omar," she gasped, her voice shaky. "Only you."
Omar's eyes darkened with desire as he continued to thrust into her with an intensity that bordered on primal. He relished in the power he held over her, the way she willingly submitted to his every command.
"There could be thousands of miles between us, this little pussy is mine." Omar gritted out as he rounded his hips into her, the squelching of her arousal mixing in perfectly with his thrust.
Goosebumps covered the surface of Avery's skin and her nipples stood to attention as Omar claimed her body as his, his strokes so deep she couldn't even begin to decipher where he ended and she began.
Turning her over Omar laid Avery down on the finding table, standing between her legs so he could watch her entire body as she came apart beneath him.
Their breaths intertwined, mingling in the air as their bodies danced together in perfect harmony. Avery felt a surge of heat spreading through her, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. She could feel the power that Omar held over her, igniting a fire deep within her core.
Omar's movements became more urgent, his pace quickening as they both approached the edge of ecstasy. Avery's moans grew louder, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving her.
Their eyes locked, gazing into each other's depths, their souls entwined in this moment of pure bliss. In that instant, they knew that they were more than just two bodies seeking pleasure.
As they reached their climax, waves of pleasure washed over them, their bodies trembling in unison. They held onto each other tightly, their hearts beating as one, immersed in the euphoria of their shared release.
In the aftermath, as they lay entangled in each other's arms, Avery felt a sense of contentment and fulfillment. She knew that their connection went beyond the physical realm, transcending the boundaries of pleasure.
"Are you busy next weekend?" Omar asked as he held Avery in his arms, his fingers slowly moving up and down her spine.
"Yes, it's my mom birthday. We're throwing a party for her." Avery said as she tiredly raised her head to look at Omar, their sex sating both her mind and body. "Maybe I can come back to Vegas the following weekend." She smiled softly, leaning down so she could press a kiss to his chest.
Happy Valentine's Day to all those who celebrate, I hope your day is filled with love! ❣️
This chapter was fun!
Hmm, who is Marcus and what is his deal? Would you guys like to know more about the past of the main characters? 🤔
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