Nova

Artis left, and the room felt like it was holding its breath. The air was charged with a tension that neither of us could ignore. "We need to finish this," I said, gesturing to the music.

Cory nodded, but the fire in his eyes told me he thought the same thing I was. We needed to get our heads back in the game, but the chemistry between us was a live wire, ready to ignite at any moment.

We worked late into the night, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of the tracks we were creating. Our hands brushed against each other's, sending sparks flying. Every time he leaned over my shoulder to make a suggestion, I could feel the warmth of his breath against my neck. It was torture, but it was the sweetest kind.

Finally, we called it a night. "Thank you," Cory said, his voice hoarse from singing and the weight of our unspoken desires. "For what?" I asked, playing dumb. "For being you, for keeping it real, and for this amazing music," he replied, his eyes holding mine.

We stepped out into the cool New Jersey air, the stark contrast from the hot studio making me shiver. Cory noticed and wrapped his leather jacket around my shoulders. "Let's grab a drink," he suggested, his hand lingering on my waist.

"A new Cullinan?" he grinned. "Yeah, I needed a white one, too," he chuckled.

The sound of his voice was like a melody, a sweet symphony that resonated within me, stirring up a storm of emotions. We climbed into the luxurious SUV, the leather seats enveloping us like a warm embrace. The engine roared to life, and we pulled away from the studio, leaving the lights and the music behind us.

The local bar was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the brightness of the studio. The smell of whiskey and stale cigars hung in the air, but it felt right. We sat at the corner booth, far from the rowdy crowd. His hand reached across the table, and his thumb brushed against my knuckles. "You know, Nova," he began, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." I smirked, "You probably tell all the girls that." I purred.

"Nah," he said, his eyes never leaving mine, "you're different." The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine. "How?" I challenged. "You're like a wildfire," he said, his voice low and husky. "You consume everything around you, and I can't help but want to get burned."

We talked for a while about everything and nothing at all. His hand on my thigh grew heavier, his touch like a brand that marked me as his. The music played in the background, a haunting reminder of the world we'd left behind. But here, in this moment, it was just us.

As we sipped our drinks, our conversation grew more intimate. His hand breached the hem of my skirt. "Watch it, Cory," I said. You don't really want me to," he quipped. "Do you?" he said seductively. He lazily circled his thumb on my inner thigh.

The heat between us was unbearable, the air thick with unspoken promises. Our eyes locked, and the world around us faded away. The beat of the music was a heartbeat, pulsing in time with the racing of my own heart.

"Nova," Cory said, his voice low and gruff, "I know we have history, and I know you're with Artis. But I can't help the way I feel about you." His hand stilled on my thigh, his gaze intense and full of longing.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Let me make you come again, and again..and again. Please?" His hand gently squeezed my thigh. I leaned in and kissed his cheek softly, and whispered. "As much as I would love to rub my clit against your sexy mouth, I won't."

A deep sigh escaped him. His lips curled into a lopsided smile. "Greer is a lucky muh'fucka," he said, shaking his head. Cory's hand slid from my thigh to my waist, and he pulled me closer, his eyes searching mine. "You know I care about you, right?" I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I know you do, Cory. And I care about you too."

The air between us grew thick with unspoken words and heavy desire. We talked a bit longer and danced. It's getting late, and I'm trying my best not to let my resolve crumble under his gaze.

"Alright, I should get going," I finally said, breaking the silence that had stretched out between us. We rode back to the studio; he pulled up alongside my Urus, and his eyes never left mine as I climbed into the driver's seat.

He leaned out of the window of his own truck, the engine purring gently in the background. "Call me," he mouthed, holding his pinky and thumb to his ear in a silent promise before pulling out of the garage.

As the heat from the seats began to warm me, my phone buzzed. Cory sent a text instantly. Kross: "I'll never forget, Nova." The screen lit up with his message, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew exactly which night he was referring to—Our bodies moving together in a dance that had been so much more than just friends. Me: "Me either, Cory," I replied, my thumb hovering over the screen for a moment longer than necessary.

The drive home was a blur, my thoughts racing with images of Cory's strong hands, the way he had held me close, the sound of his heart beating in time with the music. The warmth of his breath had been a whisper against my neck, and his voice, so full of passion, had sent waves of desire crashing over me.

Flashbacks of his lips on my pussy and his extremely long dick made my body throb with longing. I remembered how he had worshipped my body, taking his time to explore every inch, leaving no part untouched by his skilled mouth and hands. He had been so gentle yet firm, his tongue sliding over my clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of pleasure. Each stroke sent shivers down my spine, making me arch my back and moan his name.

His dick had been like nothing I had ever felt before—long and thick, filling me completely. The memory of him thrusting in and out of me, his abs tightening with each thrust, had my pussy clenching with desire. He had known exactly how to angle himself to hit my G-spot, making me scream and beg for more. It had been a night of unbridled passion, a moment of weakness that had left an indelible mark on my soul. But as much as my body craved the memory of Cory's touch, my mind was confused.

Artis and I had worked hard to patch things up after the incident with Destiny. Our relationship had grown stronger, our love for each other deeper. The bond we shared was unshakeable, or so I had thought. With Cory back in town, could the waters of our emotional landscape grow murky again? Kross: "Dream about me." Me: "Always."