"Let's make a deal," Avery smirked as she walked out of the the en-suite bathroom of their sprawling penthouse suite that overlooked Beverly Hills.
"What for?" Omar asked, a mischievous smile on his lips as he watched Avery sit down of the edge of their bed so she could put on her heels.
"If the Lakers beat the Miami I get to decide a forfeit for you," Avery explained.
"Deal and if Miami whoop the Lakers ass like I know they will, my word is final the entire weekend." Omar smiled sinisterly as his eyes washed over Avery's petite yet curvaceous body.
He didn't have to utter a suggestive word for Avery to pick up on the erotic undertone, although she didn't often say it, she was beginning to know her man incredibly well.
Avery raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes as she stood up and sauntered over to where Omar was lounging on the balcony. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You're on, but just remember, I play dirty."
Omar chuckled, his hands trailing down her back as he pulled her closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured, before capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
As they broke apart, a sly grin crossed Avery's face. This was going to be one game neither of them would soon forget.
In search of a little quiet before the storm that was Coachella, Omar flew himself and Avery out to Los Angeles on Wednesday morning. Although he had spent the majority of his week in Nevada, he had his jet come to pick up Avery before making his way to California.
"It's been so long since I've been in Cali," Avery smiled as she used her hand to shield her eyes from the bright midday sun while standing on the sprawling balcony of their hotel suite.
"How long?" Omar smirked as he stalked over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before his hands found her hips.
"At least two years," Avery revealed, making his eyes go round with shock.
"It's definitely been a minute. What kept you away?" Omar asked as he leaned back against the railing that ran across the balcony, bringing Avery to stand between his open legs.
"To be honest with you, life," she shrugged. "I forgot how beautiful it is out here, thank you for inviting me."
Placing her hands on Omar's cheeks, Avery brought his lips down to hers so she could initiate a kiss, her tongue parting his lips as she moaned into his mouth.
Omar deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him. The warmth of the sun and the soft breeze made the moment feel even more perfect. They stood there, lost in each other, savoring the taste of each other's lips.
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.
"I'm curious to see how nasty you're willing to get." Omar said as his lips ghosted against her skin.
Although his words may have been a little lusty, it wasn't particularly sex Omar wanted from Avery, but it was one of the to manifest their connection with one another.
He wanted her emotionally, physically and mentally.
"Stop trying to turn me on," Avery said as she pulled away from Omar, putting a little distance between them for her own sanity.
Omar chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can't help it, you're just too irresistible," he replied with a smirk, his hand reaching out to gently tug her back towards him.
Avery laughed, shaking her head at his playful antics. "You're trouble, you know that?" she teased, though her eyes sparkled with a hint of desire.
"Guilty as charged," Omar admitted with a wink, his gaze lingering on her lips. "But don't act like you don't love this shit."
With a soft sigh, Avery leaned in to press a lingering kiss on his lips, the taste of him a sweet addiction she couldn't resist. "Maybe I do," she whispered against his mouth, a smile playing on her lips.
"Don't front like you're not obsessed with a nigga," Omar replied with a smirk, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and affection. "I know you can't get enough of me."
Avery rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You wish," she retorted, though the twinkle in her eyes gave away her true feelings.
As they arrived at the restaurant for their dinner reservation, the night ahead promised to be filled with excitement, passion, and the undeniable connection that bound them together.
Avery's heels clicked against the marble floors of the restaurant as she followed behind the waiter that led them to their private booth at the back of the room.
The ambiance of the restaurant was intimate, with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. As they settled into their seats, Omar couldn't help but admire Avery, her beauty illuminated by the flickering candle on the table.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a mix of playful banter and genuine connection. They laughed and shared stories, the chemistry between them palpable.
As they sipped on their wine, Avery leaned in closer before she began to speak.
"You're so handsome it's almost laughable and our sex is amazing, but the friendship we have that I really cherish is what truly makes me feel lucky to have you in my life. You always know how to make me laugh, you listen to me without judgment, and you're always there for me when I need you. I feel like I can be my true self around you, and I appreciate that more than words can express." She explained reaching across the table to take Omar's hand into hers.
Omar's heart swelled with emotion as he listened to Avery's heartfelt words. He gazed into her eyes, feeling the depth of their connection and the bond that had grown between them. Her vulnerability and honesty touched him in a way that words couldn't fully capture.
"You have no idea how much your friendship means to me, Avery," Omar replied, his voice soft and filled with sincerity. "You've brought so much light into my life, and I can't imagine it without you. You're my confidante, and I cherish every moment we spend together, whether it's filled with laughter or quiet moments like this. You bring out the best in me, and I am grateful for your presence in my life."
Avery smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. "I feel the same way, Omar."
"That's why I made you my girl," helping Avery up from her seat, Omar walked her around to his so he could pull her down into his lap.
Their food was ordered and served in less than twenty minutes and as they dined and enjoyed the overall culinary experience. Their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, a mix of lighthearted banter and deeper conversations that revealed more layers of their connection. As they shared dessert, the warmth of their bond enveloped them, creating a sense of comfort and contentment in each other's presence.
"Are you ready to go and watch the Lakers beat Miami?" Avery smirked as she took a sip from her wine glass. "Our bet still stands."
Omar grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Bring it on. I can't wait to see the look on your face when the Heat dominate," he teased playfully.
As they finished their meal and settled the bill, the excitement of the game ahead loomed in the air. They made their way back to the hotel, their steps light with anticipation for the thrill of the basketball match that awaited them.
The tension between them only added to the electrifying energy of the evening. As they entered the arena, following behind a member of staff tasked with showing Omar to his court side seats, only a few seats away from Miami's bench.
The game was intense from the start, with both teams fighting fiercely for the win. Avery and Omar were on the edge of their seats, cheering and shouting as the Lakers and the Heat battled it out on the court.
As the final minutes of the game approached, the score was neck and neck. Avery and Omar exchanged knowing glances, the excitement and anticipation palpable between them. It was clear that the outcome of the game would determine the stakes of their bet.
In the end, the Miami Heat managed to secure a close victory over the Lakers, much to Omar's delight. He turned to Avery with a triumphant smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Looks like Miami came through for me," Omar grinned, his voice laced with satisfaction as he watched the disbelief on Avery's face.
Avery couldn't help but pout, knowing that she had lost the bet. "Fine, you win. What's your forfeit?" she asked, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.
Omar's smile widened as he leaned in close to Avery, his eyes dancing with mischief. "I told you, my word is final the entire weekend. Everything I say goes." he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
As they made their way back to their penthouse suite, Avery could feel the anticipation building in the air. She knew that Omar was up to something, and the mischievous glint in his eyes only added to her curiosity.
Once they were back in the luxurious suite overlooking the city, Omar led Avery to the balcony where they could see the twinkling lights of Los Angeles spread out below them.
"Close your eyes," Omar instructed, his voice filled with an air of mystery. Avery complied, her heart beating a little faster with excitement. She felt his hands gently guiding her, positioning her in front of something.
"Okay, open your eyes," Omar said softly.
As Avery opened her eyes, she was met with a breathtaking sight. The entire balcony was transformed into a romantic setting, with soft fairy lights twinkling, candles casting a warm glow, and a table set up with her favorite foods and drinks.
Avery gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. "Omar, you did all this?" she exclaimed, turning to him with a mixture of awe and adoration in her eyes.
Omar smiled, his gaze tender as he looked at her. "I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, not just as my girl, but as my friend. I appreciate everything about you, and I wanted to make this night special for us."
Avery felt her heart swell with emotion, touched by Omar's gesture. She stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you, Omar. This is perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.
As they sat down at the beautifully decorated table, the city lights of Los Angeles twinkling around them, Avery knew that this was a night she would never forget. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love and the beauty of the city below, she felt truly lucky to have Omar by her side. And as they savored the delicious food and shared intimate conversations, the bond between them only grew stronger, solidifying their connection with each other.
As the winner of their bet, Omar's first command was that Avery removed her clothes and waited for him in the bedroom.
The next was that she give herself over to him completely, everything else that followed came as natural to them as breathing.
"Don't run from this dick, mama. Tell me to take some out and I will," Omar groaned into Avery's ear as he drove into her from behind, his thumbs spreading her open as he fucked her deep. The force of his thrusts could be felt in her stomach.
"I'm not, daddy. Give me more!" Avery moaned as she threw her ass back on him, uncertain if she could take him all, but more than willing to try.
"Oh baby, you're so fucking good. You take me so well," Omar praised, his voice husky with desire. Avery's body quivered with pleasure as she felt the intensity of his movements.
"I want to be a good girl for you, daddy," Avery whispered, her words coming out in short gasps as she tried to keep up with his pace. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mixing with their shared moans of ecstasy.
Omar's hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he continued to drive into her with a primal need. "That's it, baby. Be my good girl. Take all of me," he growled, his words sending shivers down Avery's spine.
Feeling the heat building between them, Avery arched her back and pushed against him, meeting his strokes.
She wanted to show him just how good she could be, how much she craved him. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, the raw desire between them igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.
"Avery, you're fucking perfect," Omar groaned as he brought his forehead down to rest on the back of her neck, his warm breaths mingling with her skin. Avery's body tensed with pleasure as she felt him deep inside her, their movements synchronized in a dance of passion and need.
Lost in the heat of the moment, Avery surrendered herself completely to Omar, letting him take control as she gave herself over to the pleasure he provided. The room was filled with the sounds of their connection, the symphony of their desire echoing off the walls.
"Fuck me back," Omar growled into her ear as his grip on her waist began to falter, his hand slipping from her hips so he could send a stinging spank to her ass.
Avery gasped at the sudden sting, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through her body. But instead of pulling away, she pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor. The sensation of being taken, of being dominated by him, only fueled her desire further.
Avery moaned, her voice filled with need as she arched her back, offering herself up to him completely. Omar's growls of approval only spurred her on, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment.
Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, the intensity of their connection reaching a fever pitch. Avery's mind was consumed by the pleasure he brought her, by the way he took her to new heights of ecstasy with each powerful thrust.
"Baby, I can't do it when you're so deep," Avery gasped unable to continue her movements, instead she reached for a pillow at the top of the bed, pulling it to herself so she could clamp her teeth down on it.
When Omar noticed what she'd done, he grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the floor. "Don't do that, I want to fucking hear you."
He grasped her hips firmly once again, guiding her back against him as he continued to drive into her with unrelenting passion. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.
Avery, now fully surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body, let out a guttural moan as she met his every thrust with abandon. The intensity of their connection was palpable, the air thick with desire as they moved together in perfect harmony.
Hissing as he watched his arousal covered length slip from Avery, Omar turned her over before lifting her into his arms so he could walk them into the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, he failed to make it inside before he had Avery pinned up against the bathroom wall, hands resting snugly in the crevice of her knees as he resumed his movements, his thrusts slow and deep.
The steam from the shower enveloped them, adding a layer of sensuality to their already intense connection. Avery clung to Omar, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.
Their movements were slow and deliberate now, each thrust a testament to their shared desire and passion. Avery's body arched against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered herself fully to him.
Omar's movements were deliberate, his gaze locked with hers as he drove into her with a primal need. The sound of their bodies moving together mixed with the water cascading down around them, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the tiled walls.
"Daddy, I want to ride you," Avery moaned into his ear, her tongue flicking out to lick the warm fragrant skin beneath it.
Omar's eyes darkened with desire as he slowly pulled out of her, letting her feet touch the ground. Without a word, he turned off the shower and led her back to the bedroom, where he sat on the edge of the bed. Avery wasted no time straddling him, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders as she positioned herself above him.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Avery sank down onto him, the feeling of fullness making her gasp with pleasure. She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm. Omar's hands found her waist, guiding her movements as she rode him with increasing fervor.
The sensation of being in control, of taking what she wanted, fueled Avery's passion. She rode him with abandon, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Omar's hands roamed her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing moment.
"Keep your hands to yourself and let me make you cum," Avery smirked, her words breathy and filled with lust as she spoke.
Omar's eyes widened with surprise at Avery's boldness, but he couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through him at her words. He reluctantly released his grip on her waist, allowing her to take the lead as she continued to ride him with determination.
Avery's movements became more urgent, her body moving in perfect sync with his as she chased her own pleasure. The intensity of their connection was electrifying, the air thick with desire as they moved together in a dance of raw passion.
As Avery felt herself approaching the edge, she quickened her pace, the sensations overwhelming her. With a guttural moan, she clenched around him, her body pulsing with release as she found her peak.
Omar watched in awe as Avery's body shuddered with ecstasy, her head thrown back in abandon. The sight of her surrendering to pleasure only served to heighten his own arousal, pushing him closer to his own climax.
Wrapping his hand around her throat as a means of gaining back the control she'd taken so effortlessly, Omar looked into Avery's eyes as he took the reins. His strokes were slow and incredibly deep as he rounded his hips into her.
"Baby, I can feel you rubbing against my cervix," Avery said just above a whisper as a single tear of unadulterated pleasure slipped from her eye.
Omar's gaze softened as he saw the tear escape from Avery's eye, a mix of tenderness and desire swirling in his eyes. He released his grip on her throat, instead letting his hand caress her cheek gently.
"I've got you, baby. Just let go," Omar murmured, his voice filled with a deep affection that matched the intensity of their connection. Avery nodded, her body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure he brought her.
With a final thrust that sent a wave of ecstasy crashing over them both, Omar found his release, his body tensing with the force of his climax. Avery clung to him, her own release still reverberating through her as they held each other close, their hearts beating in unison.
As they caught their breath, the room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of their mingled breaths. Avery leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Omar's lips, a silent promise of the connection they shared.
One of Avery's favourite things about sex with Omar was the moments that followed, they laid in a comfortable silence with their eyes locked.
They basked in the afterglow of their passion, the intimacy between them palpable in the air. Avery felt a sense of contentment wash over her as she gazed into Omar's eyes, feeling a deep connection that went beyond the physical.
Omar's touch was gentle and reassuring as he traced patterns on her skin, his fingers leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Avery closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch, the feeling of being cherished and desired.
In that moment, there was no need for words. Their bodies spoke a language of their own, a silent conversation of adoration and desire. Avery knew that with Omar, she was safe to be herself, to explore her deepest desires and vulnerabilities.
As the world outside faded away, Avery and Omar remained entwined in each other's arms, their breathing slowing to a steady rhythm. The bond between them was unbreakable, a connection that transcended the physical act they had just shared.
In that moment of quiet intimacy, Avery knew that she had found a partner who truly understood her, who cherished her in every way possible. And as she drifted off to sleep in Omar's arms, she felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her, knowing that she was exactly where she belonged.
Shifting closer to Omar, Avery couldn't help but to kiss him again. Her body melting against his as he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her on top of him.
"If we don't stop, we're going to end up having sex again." Omar mumbled against her lips as Avery chuckled softly, the sound muffled by their kiss. "And what's wrong with that?" she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
Omar's eyes sparkled with amusement as he gazed at her, a smile playing on his lips. "Nothing at all, baby," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "I just might not be able to control myself if you keep tempting me like this."
Avery grinned mischievously, the familiar spark of playful desire igniting between them once again. "Well, in that case, I guess we'll just have to see where the night takes us," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with promise.
With a shared laugh, they let themselves be consumed by the passion that still simmered between them, letting the night unfold as it may. In each other's arms, they found solace and joy, a connection that transcended mere physical desire.
And as they lost themselves in each other once more, the room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, a symphony of love and desire that echoed into the night. For Avery and Omar, there was no greater bliss than being wrapped up in each other's arms, lost in a world that was entirely their own.
Their next round saw Avery with her hips propped up by a strategically positioned pillow, as Omar found refuge deep inside her, his body almost completely covering hers as he rested on top of her, his muscular chest against her back, with a layer of sweat between them.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge of ecstasy. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, the raw desire between them fueling the flames of passion that burned brightly. Avery's moans filled the room, mingling with Omar's husky groans as they lost themselves in the pleasure of each other.
Omar's movements were primal and urgent, his need for her evident in every touch. Avery arched her back, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor, her body responding to his with a hunger that only he could satisfy. The sensation of being completely consumed by him, of being taken to new heights of pleasure, was intoxicating.
As they moved together in a symphony of desire, Avery felt herself on the cusp of another climax, the tension coiling tight in her body. With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered into a million pieces, her body pulsing with the intensity of her release.
Omar followed soon after, his own release washing over him in a wave of pure ecstasy. He collapsed against her, his chest heaving with the force of his climax. Avery held him close, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, the aftermath of their passion still lingering in the air.
In the quiet moments that followed, they lay entwined in each other's arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Avery pressed a soft kiss to Omar's cheek, a gesture of gratitude for the pleasure he had given her. And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, they knew that they had found something that was as deep and true as the connection they shared in moments of intimacy.
I had a TIME writing this!
Omar and Avery are the cutest!
Antony Joshua girlies, we'll meet him soon! I promise.
Next stop Coachella!
Please remember this is an erotic novel and intended for a mature audience, there are explicit adult themes though out this book!
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