Balance (Off Balance, #1)

by Lucia Franco

Yeah… This was definitely going to be a big problem. Like when your gynecologist is hot kind of problem.

I parted my leg slightly and looked in the direction of his hand. Kova followed my gaze, and swiftly pulled away, clenching his eyes shut.

His thumb caressed the side of my face. "And you are no child, not to me at least."

"You are done for the day," he abruptly said in a broken whisper. As Kova stood, something hard dragged up the inside of my thigh.

He turned my hand over and inspected them, his thumb delicately running in circles on my palm. "Sorry about these." Then he turned his back to me and left, leaving me speechless. It was then I realized Kova had a thickand hard erection.

I could still feel his hands on me, the whisper of breath that rolled across my cheek, the way his erection glided up my thigh. I couldn't get the image out of my head.

He groaned low under his breath. "Do not do that." "Do what?" "Look at me the same way I am looking at you."

Kova must've felt my confused stare. He looked over his shoulder and his emerald eyes traveled up to mine. Something in my gut said to hold his gaze. His hand tightened his hold on Katja's hip and he tugged her closer to him. I swallowed hard at the sight and realized how I stupidly wanted that to be me. With a small nod of his head, Kova gave me a tight lipped smile, clearly only meant for me, then turned around.

"Your thighs, where you hit the beam… let me see." With that, he placed his other hand on my opposite knee and slowly pushed my legs open.

He paused before he reached the apex of my thighs, and I mean right before.

"It is a pretty bad burn." His eyelids lowered and he groaned in the back of his throat. "You are going to be sore for days, make sure to put some balm on it…" he trailed off, his focus at the center of my legs. His thumb soothed the burn that marred my tender skin. He was so close to my sex, I began to throb for his touch.

My hips undulated when the back of his knuckles swept over my thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing the side of my sex, close to the seam of my lips.

Imagine my shock when his eyes lowered and his thumb cautiously reached out and deliberately stroked the side of my pussy.

"Kova." His jaw flexed at the sound of my cracked voice. He fought to lift his head, his eyes trained in one spot. My legs widened further, signaling I wanted him to do it again, ready to feel whatever was brewing inside.

And then, just when I thought he was going to pull back, his thumb moved a fraction and slid between my lips, over my leo, from bottom to top in a swirling motion on my pussy.

He growled low as I moved myself against his hand. I needed more, I wanted it. A million tiny explosions were climbing inside me, building up higher and higher. I wanted to reach that pinnacle of bliss. Kova pressed his thumb hard against my clit and pushed in circles, his fingertips seeking entrance, but my leo was too tight. A rush of wetness coated through the fabric, directly beneath his thumb. Kova rumbled deep in the back of his throat as he rubbed the wet stain. My legs shook and it took everything in me not to yell out from the intensity of the pleasure.

Kova's knees cracked as he stood, his pelvis directly in front of my face… along with an obvious erection. I swallowed back and looked up at him, his intoxicating eyes were already trained hard on me. He cupped himself, stroking his hard length. I glanced down, mesmerized as I watched him wrap his hand around his thickness, moving it around almost as if he was trying to push it down.

"What are you doing, malysh?" His breath tickled my neck. Malysh. He called me malysh again and I almost melted.

"You should step away." "I should? Or I need to." "Both." "And if I don't? You told me to use you, remember? So here I am, asking."

"After a workout, my body is weak, and my control sucks, Ria. I have no control now," and then he slammed his mouth to mine.

"Like you are hurting, upset. It…" he stammered, "affects me more than I care to admit."

"You are not making this any easier." Then he strode toward me and crushed his lips to mine.

"Adrianna…" He growled against my mouth before he kissed me again. "Shhh, I'm practicing control." "This is control?" He chuckled between kisses and I realized how much I loved his laugh. I replied by searching for his tongue again and sucked on it. Kova's fingers dug into my back before skimming down to my ass. Cupping me, he hiked me up and my legs automatically locked behind his back.

Darkness surrounded us and gave way to the illicit act. He leaned against me and the softness of the block pressed into my back. His erection strained between us, long and hard, the back of it rubbing against my clit.

"Adrianna…" he said, his voice thick and husky.

Instead, I pulled him closer. "It's okay, no one can see us."

Unlocking my legs, they slid down his hips so I could stand on tiptoe. He bit my lip and tugged it into his mouth when I stepped to close my legs, trapping his penis securely between my thighs. The waistband of his shorts angled down and my eyes fought to get a better look. There was no denying that Kova was hard and really big. His hands trailed up to my nape, my stomach clenched at how rough he fisted my hair and tilted my head back. I moaned loud enough for him to hear, letting him know how incredible the sensation was. The tight hold he had on me coupled with his thickness felt unbelievable. It was doing things to my head. My hips rolled into his, needing more. We were at the right height when he started rubbing my swollen flesh with his. I gasped, clutching him to me, pleading for him not to stop.

"Oh, fuck. You like that. Tell me you do not like it." He begged against my mouth.

"Adrianna, we need to stop." I ignored him since I didn't agree, but he pressed on. "It is hard for me to control myself when your hands are on my body like this…" His eyes darkened and he licked his lips. "Don't stop just yet. I want… I want to…" I trailed off. "To what?" My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I looked at him coyly. "To have an orgasm like this." A low growl escaped him. "What I would give to feel the real thing, to feel you on my cock."

Kova whispered in Russian and clenched his eyes shut. I loved when he did that. It was so sexy. "Imagine the pressure building between your hips, the tightness," he groaned. "Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around my cock. So tight… " "Kova," I breathed, almost gasping for air. I was about to combust. Who knew dirty talking could be so hot. Never, had I ever, had anyone talk to me like that before.

I wanted to push in more, but I was nervous. Another groan left his mouth, my thumb skimming his pelvis near his groin again. "Do it," he ordered. Do what, I wasn't sure. And I think he could read my mind when he grabbed one of my wrists and moved it to the front of his pants. "Do it," he ordered again, his voice husky. "Touch me."

"Inside. Put your hand inside my pants, malysh, and touch my cock. Feel what you do to me."

Desire to please Kova took over. I didn't want to show my inexperience, so I did as he commanded and wrapped my hand around his erection. His skin was soft as silk yet his dick was as hard as granite, not at all what I expected. I kind of liked the velvety soft smoothness. My fingers curved around his meaty tip and a sticky moisture slipped through my fingers. "Like that… just like that. Keep going," his voice cracked, hips moving. His hands reached above my head and gripped the edge of the spotting mat. "I am about to come in my pants," he openly admitted. Interestingly enough, so was I. "Right there," he whispered. Reaching down, he clutched my ass and hitched my knee around his hip. I imagined what I thought would feel good for him; I stroked him from tip to base, twisting my wrist. Inaudible sounds laced with pleasure were coming from him. He was… thick. Heavy. Large. Kova devoured my mouth, kissing me so hard I was sure I tasted blood. His body was a rolling wave crashing into me and I couldn't help but wonder if it was how he had sex. Because if it was, well, fucking sign me up. He could have my virginity any day. "Use your other hand," his hot breath tickled my neck. "Cup my balls and play with them." Wanting to please him, I reached inside and the elastic of his shorts stretched open. His balls were heavy and firm, similar to his shaft. I couldn't stop staring at his body from this angle, the defined lines of his muscles, and the movement of my hand. The brute stre...

Just as I was about to reach that pinnacle of ecstasy and combust, a sound echoed in the distance and I froze. It was delicate and far away, but I'd heard it. "Kova?" a honeyed voice called out. Oh, my God. We both paused instantaneously. My heart dropped into my stomach, my throat closing up. Kova had gone ghostly white himself. "Katja," he whispered, wide eyes looking down at me.

Once inside my condo, I couldn't get to my bedroom fast enough, stripping off what little I wore along the way. I climbed into the center of my bed and brought my knees up and spread my legs wide. My hand immediately went to my sex. I sighed as I slowly circled my clit. I couldn't remember a time when I'd been so desperate to come. As visions of Kova entered my mind, I knew it wouldn't be long.

My hand glided against my bare pussy, the same hand I touched him with. It had been a first for me. I thought of his soft skin beneath my touch. His hard cock. His dirty words. "What I would give to feel the real thing, to feel you on my cock." Little moans vibrated in my throat as the friction from my fingers took me higher. God, I needed to come. I shivered as I remembered the feel of his mouth devouring mine. Our tongues tangling and teeth nipping at lips. Beads of sweat broke out across my skin as my orgasm climbed, reaching that point of no return.

Rolling over, I pressed my stomach to the bed and began riding my hand. I thought about how he told me to fuck his hand as I was fucking mine right now. My hips lifted in the air and I rubbed faster, remembering the way his penis stroked me through my clothes. The comforter felt cool against my hardened nipples. The weight and pressure, divine on my clit, and I moaned into my sheets. Slipping a small finger inside my pussy, I went in just enough and rocked back and forth, creating a firestorm of pleasure that was just seconds from erupting from me. "Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around my cock. So tigh...

"If my flexibility is so terrible, show me ways to stretch."

One of his hands traveled down my ribcage to my hip. He squeezed hard and I groaned, my hips surging into his from the pleasure. "You want ways to stretch out your hips? I can show you a few," he said in a deep, raspy voice, his eyes gleaming with words he couldn't speak. My lips parted with a sigh.

"Tell me to stop," he repeated, almost begged, against my heated flesh. "Don't stop."

"Please," I begged. "You didn't finish last time. I had to take care of it myself when I got home." Kova’s eyes darkened. "There is no need to beg, Ria," his voice cracked. "You can take what you want. In fact, I wish you would take from me. It would be easier that way."

Once I reached him, I gripped the back of his neck and climbed up his body, wrapping my legs around his waist. I've fantasized doing this since the first time we were together. He was big and I was small and I wanted to be held in his arms just like this. Kova hugged me tight, one hand behind my neck, the other under my ass as he turned me around and pushed my back to the wall. Heat blazed in his eyes as he closed the distance and pressed his chest to mine. He was a breath away from my lips when he asked, "What are we doing?"

"Remove your hand," he repeated. "I don't want to." "Adrianna, I can only hold on for so long before I snap. There is no going back once that happens. I will not be able to control myself." I wasn't sure what that meant, but I acted like I did. "That's okay." "No, it is not. The things I am thinking right now," he said, and swallowed hard, "I should be appalled at myself." "Tell me." "Fuck, no." "Please… " "No." "What if… what if I tell you what I'm thinking?" I whispered, squeezing the tip of his penis.

"I want…" I began, my voice shaking, "I want to know what this would feel like sliding in my pussy… deep inside of me." "No. No. No. Not now, not ever." He grunted and groaned at the same time. His voice sounded like gravel. "Do not say those things to me. I am struggling to hold on here." I whimpered. I was throbbing. "I need to come and I want to feel this here." I angled his penis toward my entrance, which ended up being a bad idea. My eyes rolled shut and we both strained against each other. "Christ," he thumbed my clit. "That feels so good," I whispered, my voice foreign. Even between the clothes it felt incredible.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked. "Nothing," I lied, and he pinched my clit though my thin shorts. My back arched, the pleasurable pain caused me to fade in and out. "Kova…" I whimpered. "Tell me what you are thinking or I stop." He rubbed harder and faster. “Tell me,” he demanded, and paused. I whimpered, actually whimpered at the break, and then gave him the truth. "I was thinking about how I wish there was nothing between us, no clothes or anything, so I can feel your fingers…" I swallowed, "pushing into me." He growled. "And?" I eased into it, his thumbing sliding dangerously low to the opening of my shorts. "I… I wondered if you could feel me getting wetter… like, see it drip down my ass." Christ, my face was burning and I held in my breath.

"Ria, I do not know how to say this any other way, but take your shorts off. Now." I froze, my chest burning from lack of oxygen. "Take them off, or else I will," he said.

With two hands blurring in front of my face, he swiftly ripped my shorts off, leaving me exposed and my bottom half completely bare to him. And I let him, without faltering. Even though I was slightly apprehensive going this far with a guy, the need for his touch, to be closer to him, overpowered everything, and I succumbed to his demand. "Fuck," he hissed when his fingers immediately danced across my soft, plump flesh. My first impulse was to close my legs, but I found the inquisitiveness in his eyes to be appealing, so I fought against my own instinct. He was in awe while he stared down as a shaky breath left his chest, rushing from between his lips. "I did not realize how bare you really are," his voice cracked, muttering something in Russian. "Not a hair to be found. So smooth… "

I wasn't expecting the change in touch to be so drastic, but Kova gripped my inner thighs and yanked me to him. He leaned down to my center, his nose grazed my buttery soft skin and inhaled. He tilted his head to the side, feeling me with his face before his tongue slipped out.

Peering up through his thick eyelashes, he purposely locked eyes with me. His mouth was just centimeters from my pussy when his breath rolled against my hairless sex. My hips twitched against him and I let out a loud content moan. This was pure torture. "I do not know what has gotten into me, I feel like a crazed man." I could feel his words drift across my pussy. "You are so beautiful like this, the things I want to do, what I am thinking," he admitted, his stubble tickling me. "You are glistening, soaking wet and dripping on to the floor for me. I love that I do this to you."

The tip of his nose touched the top of my slit. "Spread your legs more," he ordered, his words brushing against my center. He paused, his eyes taking on a new shade of green. "May I?"