13. NOVA
NOVA
Chapter thirteen
Adrenaline eats at my stomach and my heart beats heavily against my chest like a drum. I’m actually running, well jogging now because I’m out of breath. And I don’t know how far back he is or where I’m supposed to run to. I don’t know very many rooms back here and honestly, I don’t even know why he’s chasing me to begin with.
I turn a corner after looking back to see if I spot him down the hallway, but the coast is clear. I’m panting when I reach a woman’s bathroom and decide that this has to be the safest place for me right now.
I give myself a mental pat on the back for wearing sensible shoes today, paired with black, ripped skinny jeans and a loosely tied Poison shirt.
I close the door to the bathroom and lock it, before sliding down to the floor and waiting.
I wonder if anyone will miss me, not knowing how long I have to keep this up for. My phone reads nearly nine thirty at night right now.
My sporadic breathing has time to settle while I appreciate the course of the show tonight. In my head, it went perfect, but being perfect in real life is entirely different and I’d say the show was a killer success.
I lean into the door to listen for steps or voices, but nothing ever comes.
Even an hour later, I still hear absolutely nothing.
I’m such an idiot. I’ve accused Hunter and Krew of playing games and being all player complexed but the one really screwing around is Zayden.
I can’t believe I actually ran and hid and waited in a cold bathroom for over an hour!
Stupid girl.
I get up from the floor and unlock the door gently. Knowing my luck, he’d be standing right there the whole time and I’d not know it.
But there’s no one there when I push the door open and step out into the now dark hall.
I’m pretty sure everyone went home. I’ve never really known what happens to the crew and cast when big shows like this end, but I just need to find my way out of here.
I turn on my phone flashlight–I’ve never really been one to be afraid of the dark, but it’s still creepy as fuck being back here all by myself–and I walk through the halls trying to retrace my steps and go back to where I started.
It doesn’t take me long to recognize the curtains leading to the arena so I shimmy my way out and realize that I was right, everyone is long gone by now.
Even the cleaning crew have finished their jobs.
I decide to take this moment to walk back out to the stage, slowly padding down the ramp and making my way toward the center of entertainment.
But it’s empty and cold and lifeless as the ring is presented naked to me, free from the fight and the men who act it out, and the seats are filled with silence.
It’s a beautiful thing to be a witness to the chaos that is controlled here only to see that chaos be stripped down to a calm and quiet scene.
I reach the steps to the arena and decide to climb on, dipping between two ropes, imagining the crowd screaming and cheering.
I love thinking about what it would be like to have a fanbase, even though wrestling has never been in my foreseeable future as a competitor. Or to have an audience or a team of my own.
The idea warms me as I look around in the darkness of the empty stadium.
“Nova.”
A strong, rough, growly voice breaks through the silence and nearly brings me to fucking knees. Either because it scared me or because it sounded too much like a seductive trap.
I turn quickly to find the source and my eyes stop at the end of the ramp, not more than ten feet from the ring, to see a shadow lurking.
Zayd.
“I don’t have time for your stupid games, Mr. Stone. I was just about to leave so you can get lost now.” I try my best to feign control but I know he can hear the shiver in my voice.
I’m also no stranger to the knot of electricity unraveling in my core, sprouting out to every nerve ending in my body.
But I should be frustrated, this man made me run and hide for nothing other than a good laugh, I’m assuming.
“You shouldn’t talk to me like that,” he demands and it’s almost laughable.
“Your god complex is showing, Zayd. You might want to go tend to that.” I snark and before I get a chance to express regret, Zayden is pulling himself up to the ring by the ropes and jumps into the center. I stumble back until my back is up against a corner of turnbuckles.
Ouch.
Zayd cages me as he mentally deprives my lungs of air.
“I’m no god, little star. I am your Hell and I will ruin you.”
His words bite at my skin before settling over me in a warm and inviting promise.
Lord.
I feel so helplessly trapped under him like this, he towers over me and his dark features add so much sex appeal to this already confusing position I’m in.
He smells like amber and oak moss. It’s un-fucking-real what the effect of his scent is doing to my brain. It’s like a paralytic, rendering me frozen and panting.
“That’s real noble of you, Mr. Stone but I-” his black eyes burn through my skin as I try to formulate a tangible sentence. But I can’t. Because the only thing I can feel or hear is the invading pulse of my heated heart and the throb between my legs.
“You’re mine.” He’s holding himself up by gripping the top line of ropes on either side of my head. I’m crushed against the hard leather balls that dig into my back and I can’t seem to conjure up a controlled thought.
“Say it, Nova,” he groans.
“I’m-” I swallow, trying to resist the urge to give him what he wants but I know I’d just be lying if I denied it.
“I’m yours,” I say in uncertainty.
He removes his hands from one of the ropes and leans down to grip the back of my neck. He’s ripping through baby hair at the nape as he squeezes and pushes me forward so that my lips are next to his ear.
“Again,” he demands.
“I’m yours, Zayd.”
The look of approval swirls through Zayden’s devilish eyes when he leans down and presses his lips to my ear.
“I’m so fucking proud of you.” His whisper is dark and broken but it doesn’t make it any less meaningful.
Appreciation builds heavily in my bones as I accept his praise.
He leans back and we both stare at each other, me with confusion and lust and him with hunger and pride.
It’s a damning sight, the light and the dark.
And it’s in this moment that I realize that Krew was right.
This is his claim.
He wants me and I think I want him. I’ve always wanted him.
But what if I want them too?
Will he allow that?
How can I be his if I’m also theirs?
“What did you mean by that…by that first text you sent me?” I decide to ask, only because I need to put some kind of buffer between us so that my lungs can play catch up.
“I meant exactly what I said, Nova.” The hunger that laces his tone strikes me like a lightening bolt zipping through my spine.
It’s the source of heat that sits between my thighs and makes my insides twist in desire.
“I have a job to do here, Mr. Stone. I don’t have time to be playing these childish games.” It’s the first time I feel confident while speaking to him. My words don’t come out broken or confused.
I undo the tension I’ve held in my shoulders by letting myself relax against the turnbuckles that still dig into my back. I suck in a few much needed breaths when Zayden sits back on his knees, giving us about a foot or two between us.
Just when I thought might finally get a chance to talk him out of whatever this is, he grips me by my ankles and slides me down roughly so that my back is flat on the mat.
He leans over me, doing no justice to the ache in my core and not caring how rough he’s being.
He brings his mouth down to my ear and I can hear him lick his lips before he whispers darkly, “Sometimes, your only job is to get pinned, little star. Now, hold still and don’t you dare think about running. I don’t like chasing my meal.”
Zayden feverishly pops the button of my jeans and yanks them down my legs. The action is so fast I can’t even fight my way out of the invasion.
But the second the cold air hits the wetness that soaks into my panties, my fit of panic melts into a puddle. And my craving for this man heightens intensely.
After he’s got my shoes and jeans off, he tosses everything over the ropes of the ring and does exactly what he threatened to do…eat.
His fingers pull at the seam of my underwear stretching them out so that he has better access to my pussy and after he’s pulled the fabric so tightly that it nearly cuts into my skin, he pushes my legs up so that my knees are at my chest and he feasts.
His tongue swipes between my folds and I do everything not to squirm and scream.
The position he’s forced me in isn’t the most ideal for comfort but the pleasure he’s drawing from me is worth it.
“Fuck,” I cry when he laps at my clit. His guttural groans vibrate through me and everything that’s holding me together is damn near about to explode.
My back arches off the mat when he pushes his fingers into my entrance and I can hear how fucking wet I am.
He removes his mouth to watch him finger me.
“Your pussy was hungry, baby. Look how badly you needed me.” Zayden is wearing tight black pants, a plain black t shirt and his hair is now tied up in his infamous topknot. I feel so dirty when I remember where I’m at and who I’m with. But not dirty in a shameful way. Dirty as in this scene is too fucking sexy for me to fathom and I feel guilty because I like it.
He pumps his fingers in a few more times and I’m so fucking close to coming undone.
I attempt to touch myself, to find my clit so that I can get rid of this ache. But as soon as I make contact, Zayden smacks my hand which simultaneously vibrates through to my pussy. And even though I’m annoyed that he just smacked my hand like a child, I don’t miss the way the sting of pain compliments nicely to the need that surges through me.
God, I’m so close. I just need him to-
“Oh my god, Zayd,” I moan. He curls his fingers to touch that needy spot and I feel as though the damn is about to break loose.
I buck against his hand, desperate to ride out my release but right as the start of my orgasm starts to shatter, he removes his fingers and just stares at me.
“No, no, no. What the fuck?” I pull myself up. His smirk pisses me off as he watches me freak out.
“You asshole,” I shout as I reach over and slap my hands against his chest.
He just stays there, sitting back on his knees. I get up, embarrassed because my underwear is stretched so wide that it doesn’t even sit right anymore, and my clothes are god knows where. But I have to get out of here.
Right as I go to pull the rope down to duck under and leave, big strong hands yank me back by the curve of my hips and turn me around so that my chest is flush with his.
“I said I was going to discipline you for letting another man touch you, Nova. I was simply staying true to my word.” He tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at his dark, black irises. “Now, how would you like to come on my fingers or my cock, little star?” My anger instantly melts into an intoxicating need. I whimper while pulling my lip between my teeth. I think about his question and know that nothing is going to rid of this ache more than his cock.
“Your cock,” I answer.
No more than a second later, he pulls his shirt over his head with his tattooed arm and I’m a goner.
He works his button free before slipping out of his jeans, only left in his boxers now, and walks back into the corner of the ring.
On instinct, I follow him. I position myself in front of him and he reaches for the hem of my shirt. I let him slide it over my head and my breath hitches when he tosses it aside.
He’s being gentle now, not rough and aggressive like before. I don’t know what I like more.
He pulls me into his chest by my wrists and reaches behind me to unhook my bra. Once he discards that as well, I step out of my underwear and let him evaluate me.
But he’s not evaluating or analyzing, he’s worshipping. His eyes slowly take in my voluptuous body and I can see the satisfaction paint his face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Nova.” I blush at his compliment.
I step in a little closer and reach for his abs. I trace the lines delicately until I’m touching the tops of his boxers. I look up at him to see if he protests but when he doesn’t, I drag down his boxers until he’s free of them and my mouth waters at the sight of his dick.
It's thick and long and I can’t help but lean down and kiss the head.
“Fuck,” he groans before he flips me over so that our position are flipped. Now I’m facing the turnbuckles and he’s behind me.
He places his palms on my back and pushes me down bending me over. I reach out to find something to hold, landing on the ropes.
I can feel him just staring at me. He steps in a little closer and I feel the tips of his dick feather against my skin.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please what?” He asks.
“I need it hard, Zayden. Please.”
It was nice of him to take his time to undress me, but I can’t hold it in anymore. The ache is painful.
“I’ve got you, little star.” He grabs me by the curve of my hips and pulls me back slightly. I feel the desire swirling inside me as the tip of his dick presses against my entrance.
“Shit,” he grunts. “I’ll break you, baby. You sure?”
I can feel how big he is, he’ll be the biggest I’ve ever had and I know he’s not lying when he says it’ll hurt me.
But I told him I wanted it hard. And I meant it.
“Break me,” I say and he doesn’t waste another second before pounding into me from behind with so much force, I feel like I actually shatter.
“Oh,” I cry feeling dizzy in the throes of passion.
He stretches me so wide, I feel every vein and ridge of his cock and I try desperately to take in all of him.
“Fuck you feel so fucking good, Nova. Can you feel how perfectly your pussy takes my cock?” He grips me so tightly, his touch is branding my skin.
I push myself back, wanting him to move in and out. The craving for more takes over and I can’t think about anything else.
“How does it feel to know that you are mine, little star?” He thrusts into me some more, giving it to me slow but hard.
“It feels so good, Zayd,” I reply. My eyes start to roll back when he picks up his pace and I nearly drown in intense exhilaration.
“Fuck, this is what you do to me.” He squeezed his fingertips into my skin and he rocks into me with so much force that my toes curl into the mat and my vision starts to blur.
He’s going faster and faster, deeper and harder.
“Fuck, Zayden. Oh my god.”
The sound of skin on skin mixing with the sound of how wet I am echoes through the stadium.
I lift my head as best I can and imagine an audience full of people watching me get obliterated by their biggest star.
And I feel all too much when I realize that I’m his star.
“I’m gonna come, Zayd-Oh fuck!” I can’t help but to let my shrieks of pleasure escape me. And he’s fucking me so god damn good that I don’t even need to relieve the pressure against my clit because the vibrations from his thrusts are doing just that.
An overwhelming surge of flooding takes over as I come so fucking hard, crying out his name.
“Fuck! Louder, Nova.” I can feel his dick pulse against my walls and I know he’s about to blow. The idea that he’ll come so deep inside me is what sends me over the edge again, before I even recovered from the fall of the first one.
“Oh my god!” I shout when the waves come crashing down. My spine tingles and my cheeks hurt from the heat. My knees almost give out but he doesn’t stop pumping me as deep as he can with his thick cock as he releases inside of me.
“Fuck, Nova. Fuck me!” He growls, the roar leaving his chest like an exorcism as he finishes inside me.
My orgasm dies down as my cum drips down my thighs.
“You needed that, didn’t you baby?” Zayden turns me around so that we’re face to face.
He brushes my hair away from my eyes while I find a way to breathe again. It’s consuming the way he makes me feel. I’ve never felt anything like that. Even with the boys. The boys made me feel safe and valued. But Zayden made me feel powerful and controlled. I can’t explain it, but it’s not the same thing.
“I needed you,” I whisper. I place my palms over his chest, feeling bravery take over as I push him slightly.
I needed all of them in their own ways. I needed Hunter to show me appreciation and that it’s okay to not want certain things.
I needed Krew to teach me how to ask for what I want and to be confident in wanting them.
And I needed Zayd to challenge me and watch me learn these things about myself along the way so that I could be strong enough to hand myself over to him. So that he could be good enough for me.
I know he won’t make me choose. I know that if I ask, he’ll let me have them all. He won’t like it, but he’ll do it for me.
But I know this journey was made for him and I. And I know this journey has literally just begun, but sometimes it’s not about the middle or the end. Sometimes, it’s about the start.
I stand on my tiptoes and pull his head down to meet mine in an all-consuming kiss. Our lips mold together as we explore each other with our tongues.
But I pull away for just a second knowing that now is my chance.
“Nova?” he questions, sensing the curiosity that hangs between us.
“Can you turn around for me?” I ask and he does.
I trace my finger down the script on his spine, trying to make out the words.
It’s in another language.
Spanish maybe.
las estrellas se alinean
“What’s it mean?”
He turns around and faces me once more. His hands come out to either side of my face, caressing my cheeks as he leans down to press another kiss to my lips.
“It means, the stars align.”