Balance (Off Balance, #1)

by Lucia Franco

He flattened his tongue and swiped up my sex from bottom to top, kissing it gently.

"Oh, God, Kova," I whimpered. The pleasure was so intense I could cry from it. Kova pulled back and I immediately felt the loss. I sat up on my elbows and asked, "What… what are you doing? Where are you…" I trailed off. He didn't answer me. Instead, he got on his stomach and sealed his mouth back over my pussy. I fell back to the floor and clenched my inner walls when his finger unexpectedly delved in and out, exploring every inch of me, massaging over my swollen lips teasingly, down and back up, like he was memorizing me. "So good." I rocked into his mouth. I couldn't help the little moans that escaped my throat. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he inserted another finger. I wondered if he knew I was a virgin, but my nipples tightened in response and my thighs trembled before I could think any more of it. I wasn't sure how much longer I would last. I was on the edge of paradise, ready to fly, when his mouth sucked my clit. I jumped. Pushing a little deeper, he broke the suction and said, "You are so tight, I can barely get two fingers in. Relax for me, malysh. I promise I will not hurt you."

I looked at his face and I saw something else. A vein throbbed in his damp neck and his eyes were wild green orbs. He was straining, besieged with disturbing thoughts. I didn't want him to regret this, to feel as though I pushed him, so I reached out and searched for his other hand. Finding it, our eyes locked and I put everything into my gaze. I laced my fingers through his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. He was risking everything. I'd never seen a man bite his lip from desire, but Kova did. He swallowed hard and entered me again. My thighs clamped around his head and his eyes rolled shut. "Fuck, I am going to hell for this," he said, curling his fingers inside of me. "Ahhh," I gasped, my hips bucked. "Oh, God." He pushed deeper, his thumb circled my clit and I cried out.

On the brink of release, I paused. Kova placed his mouth back on me and sucked, and thank God he did. The dense air suffocated us, my heart beat frantically in my chest while so many thoughts jumped around my head until the rising peak took over and I forgot everything. I cried out, moaning. My hips propelled back and forth, rocking slowly in pleasure as the waves ripped through me. Clutching Kova's wrist that was around my leg, I held on for dear life as I blew up from the pure rapture of his tongue, never wanting this moment to end. I groaned, and a deep sigh escaped my parted lips. "That is it, malysh, give it to me," he said, circling his thumb and pulling the powerful tremors from me. Once the orgasm faded, my hand loosened and my knees collapsed to the sides. I stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment, wondering how I could get Kova between my legs again. That was quite possibly the best feeling I'd ever had in my entire life.

Kova sat back on his hunches. Looking at him, his mouth was covered in my juices. So much so that I was embarrassed. He grabbed my little shorts and began slipping them back onto me. Once they were on, I sat up and scooted closer to him, noticing the massive erection tenting his netted shorts. He had to have blue balls. When our eyes locked, I expected to see anything other than despair through the black webs surrounding his eyes. My brows furrowed, my stomach dropped. He hadn't wiped his face yet but that didn't stop me from leaning in and kissing him. Kova held the back of my head to him as our tongues danced erotically slow together. I tasted myself on him this time, and it quickly turned me on. Again. My body warming, yearning for another orgasm. I scooted over his hips and settled between his legs. I worried Kova would push me away, but he did the opposite. He held me close to his chest, in a lovers caress like he hated the thought of leaving me. He was warmth and comfort and my heart embraced him. As he tightened his arms, his erection strained against us. My hips began moving in slow waves against the hardness. Kova's fingers dug into my head, desperation radiating from them. A growl tore from his throat and I whimpered, rocking harder, grinding until my clit hit him each time. I was almost there, so close again. Kova leaned back and laid on the floor so I could straddle his hips. My hair caved around us, having come loose long ago. His erection was a different angl...

Kova's hands tightened, squeezing me as my toes curled under his legs. I rode him as an orgasm tore through me again. He rocked into me as a cry of pleasure left both of our lips. Kova groaned deep in the back of his throat, shaking beneath me while I rubbed myself all over his dick greedily. Perspiration coated my skin as I floated back down to earth. "Adrianna," came out like he was struggling for air. Adrianna, not Ria. Kova loosened his hold. I responded by pulling back and meeting his pain filled eyes. My brows creased from the pinched looked on his face. "Go, please," was all he said.

His raging erection was gone and I put two and two together. He came, and he was mortified by it.

"The consequences could be damaging." He slowly pulled down the rest of my shirt, the back of his finger scraping my supple flesh. "But it is a chance I am willing to take," he growled, then sealed his mouth around my nipple. He sucked so hard my head flew back and hit the wall, I whimpered. The neck of my shirt sat under my boobs, pushing them up and together, he palmed both and tried to suck my nipples at the same time. My tank top was loose, the straps around my biceps and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I stuck my hands under his shirt and raked my nails down his lower back and sides, bringing my hands around the front of him to his abs. "Oh, my God," I breathed. "That feels amazing." "I can tell by the way you are rubbing on my dick."

I shook my head in disagreement. "You did this," I pointed to my bare chest, "to me." Walking up to him with my shoulders back, I reached out and boldly cupped his erection and stroked him through his jeans. His eyes rolled closed, a deep groan escaped him. His body hardened.

"Deny it all you want and go home to fuck your girlfriend, Kova." With a perfectly angled brow, I asked, "Isn't that what your note said anyway? That you have to fuck your girlfriend because you can't fuck me."

"You know what? You are right. I want to be so deep inside you until you scream. I want to wrap those nimble, little legs around my hips and get as far in as I can." He stalked toward me until I couldn't back up any more. "I want to watch your face as you orgasm with my cock buried inside you, your hands above your head so you cannot stop me from pushing all the way in." He gripped the base of my neck, his desperate words floating on my skin. "And the sickest part is that I want you to tell me no, I want you to fight me. But it would not matter, would it? I would take anyway. Because we both know it is what you want, is it not?" He picked me up and stormed to my bedroom, throwing me onto the bed and ripping my panties off with a fast tug before he could rest between my thighs.

"You are my greatest weakness. From the moment I set eyes on you, I have been fighting my attraction."

He climbed onto the bed and settled between my thighs before I got a good look at his length. We groaned in unison at the flesh on flesh contact. My heart bloomed, loving the feel of his body on mine. The pressure, the weight, the heat of our bodies fusing together was a feeling I couldn't describe. Finally.

"Kiss me," I whispered, and he did. God, did he ever. He thrusted his tongue into my mouth, taking me once again for all I had to give. His hands gripped my wrists, keeping them above my head where I was unable to touch him. Being restrained and wrestling against his hold was something I never thought I'd like, but it did things to my head that caused me to surrender to his every whim. Rolling my hips up in a wave, I moved so I could feel his hard length sliding against my inner thigh before it leisurely stroked my sex. I sighed breathlessly at the contact. "Please, give me more."

He slid his bare length over the seam of my vagina and I inhaled with a gasp, nodding. I was soaking wet, and now he was covered in me.

Kova sat back and fisted his cock in his hand. I finally got a real look and saw little trim hairs at his pelvis that lead to a long, thick shaft. He began stroking himself, slowly twisting his wrist up his length and squeezing the tip that was darker than the rest of him. Just when I thought he couldn't get any bigger, I watched his length grow. I could never get tired of looking at Kova's body, it was a work of art. He was sin, a man wild with lust, and I loved that I was the reason for it.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine in a brutally hard kiss, tugging my tongue into his mouth. He slid his dick up and down my slit to coat himself and then pushed in.

"Focus on the pleasure, Ria. Eyes on me."

"Ria," his Russian accent strong. "I need to come deep inside you." Hearing his words, I moaned aloud. Before I could muster another thought, he pulled out and flipped me over so I was facing the bed. He pressed my head down and pulled my hips up with a yank. "Arch your back, face to the bed. Now."

His dick was still erect and grazing my thigh, and just as I thought he was going to stick it back in, he shocked me to the core. I gasped loudly and tensed. His warm tongue was flat on my vagina, where he circled my clit. "Oh, my God," I sighed when he ran down the center and stuck his tongue farther inside me. All modesty out the window, I rocked against his mouth. Unexpectedly I clenched, feeling a heavy amount of fluid seep from me. He had to have me all over his mouth.

Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, Kova surprised me again by running his tongue all around, flicking my sensitive bud and then pinching my lips together and sucking them into his mouth. The pleasure hit me like a gust of wind and I rocked into his face.

With one last swipe, I thought this time he was done until he went past my sex…and to my ass. I froze. As far as I was concerned, this was an exit only area. If he thought he was going to stick his massive dick in there when he was done licking me, well, he had another thing coming. With one hand on each cheek, he spread them open. "Kova?" I asked with a shaky breath. "Shhh…" "Kova," I was about to say stop, but when he pressed his tongue to my hole and began rubbing me with his mouth. I just about fucking died. "What…what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly against my duvet. I almost cried from the pressure that shook my body. I couldn't believe I was going to admit it, but what he was doing was highly stimulating. My hands gripped the blanket as he hit nerve endings that flickered through my body. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined the onslaught of feelings attacking me as he licked my ass. Kova ignored me. Instead, he sat up and aligned himself with my sore sex.

"You feel incredible. I want to stay buried in your pussy for hours." His nose dragged up the side of my neck. "But you know what I love?" "What?" I whispered. His hand slid between my breasts to wrap around my throat. He gripped it and I tensed. "Licking your pussy. When my tongue moved over your clit, you leaked in my mouth." I whimpered, clenching around him. "It tasted better than I could imagine. So sweet and tender, soft and smooth. I could spend hours in your pussy."

"Your pussy was made for me, Adrianna."

"I am going to own it so you never forget what I feel like inside of you, after tonight, you will never forget me," he whispered harshly, grabbing my face and kissing me.

Before I realized what I was doing, I was pushing back and meeting his hard strokes, silently begging for more. I spread my legs, needing a deeper angle. Kova's fingers wove through my hair, he twisted it around his fist and pulled hard, forcing me to stand on my knees. He pressed his mouth to my neck, his other hand pinching my nipple and holding me to him. My hips drove down on his, and I cried out at the new angle of him inside of me. I was so close to coming again, I wasn't above begging to do anything he'd ask if I could finish. "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear, the heat of his breath tingled my neck. I nodded crazily, then he bit my neck and I shuddered in his arms. "Do you like my cock in your little pussy? Did you dream about it the way I did? Did you imagine me licking right here?" He asked, pressing a finger to my puckering butt.

"Kova? I want you to give me everything and anything you want to give me."

Within minutes, I was coming again, rocking against him, feeling his balls slap my clit.

With the weight of his body on mine, my heart was his in that moment. He consumed me, heart and soul.

"I do not know what it is about you, but I want you again and again. I want you all night, to take my time and explore every inch of you. Tell me no, malysh. Tell me no."

I think he knew my answer. His thigh was wet from me rubbing on him.

This time, I went in for a kiss, arching my back and finding his mouth. Kova pulled me to him and rolled to his back, placing me on top of him. With his leg propped up and wide, I panted and kissed his mouth as I rode his leg. I couldn't stop, it felt too good and I began clenching his heavily muscled thigh. I wanted to orgasm just like this, with his thigh pressing against my vagina. Kova's hands were all over me, on my back, in my hair, gripping my hips to him as my gasps became louder and more frequent. "Come for me, just like this," he said against my mouth before biting my lip. Sex filtered the air and I was drowning in it. My hips bucked and I lost control, but despite being tender, I wanted him in me one last time. Without asking, I lifted my hips and angled his shaft at my entrance and slid down, taking every inch I could. I was filled to capacity. Kova's fingers dug into my hips, the veins in his muscular arms appearing as he struggled. My back arched, pushing my breasts forward. Kova sat up and wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking me and penetrating me at the same time. With one hand on the curve of my neck, the other wrapped around the back of my waist, Kova secured me to him. An orgasm quickly came, taking hold of us as we both fell into a state of bliss unlike no other while we rocked slow and steady against one another. It was subliminal. And the slow and steady was by far the best way. I moaned, whimpering in ecstasy. His penis twitched inside me, hitt...

Pulling his soft dick out of me, Kova said gutturally, "Ria, you may be my undoing."

"Do you have any more marks?" I shook my head. "I don't think so." "I hurt you," he stated more than questioned. "You didn't hurt me, Kova," I whispered. "If you were hurting me, I would've told you to stop." He paused, looking at me. "Would you have?"

"If you regret it so much, then why are you here and not another coach?" Kova didn't say anything, he just stood there glaring. Smugly, I smiled and said, "That's what I thought." I jumped off the table and limped toward the door. Before I could leave, Kova stepped ahead of me and slammed the door shut and locked it. He grabbed my elbow, turned me around and pushed me up against the door. With one hand braced above my head, his other held my thigh hitched around his hip. Thank goodness it was my bad leg, otherwise this straining would hurt. Kova leaned down. Hovering above my mouth, I stopped him. "I thought you said relationships are banned," I panted. "I make the rules, remember? I am the coach. You are the gymnast. And who said this was a relationship anyway? You have a lot to learn, Ria." "This is much more than a relationship. You just don't want to accept the reality of it." My leg hooked firmly around his hip as my toes struggled to remain on the ground. His hand slid over my thigh, rounding my ass to hold me to him. His erection strained against my center and my eyes flitted shut before I forced them open. His wild eyes looked into mine. Kova tilted his head and rolled his hips, a purr of pleasure escaped my throat.

"This is the one and only relationship you are allowed to have, if that is what you want to call it. Get rid of Hayden."

Kova leaned down and sensually nuzzled my neck, whispering, "When did this happen? Before or after I was deep inside your pussy and fucked you senseless? Did he touch you the way I did? Does he make you come like I can?" A gush of air burst from my lungs. My entire body was about to combust. "It's none of your damn business." With his eyes on my mouth, he pulled my face to his and crushed his mouth to mine. This was more than just a kiss. He kissed me with his entire being, surging into me. Kova’s hips pressed forcefully into mine and marked his territory, claiming me. I clutched his shirt in my fist, holding him tight, feeling his solid chest firmly pressed to mine as his mouth devoured me. I wanted Kova so badly, but I could tell he was holding back—and with reason. We were inside World Cup in broad daylight. Reaching between us, I slid my hand down to his hardness, and grasped him through his shorts. He tensed. "I want this again," I admitted against his mouth, tugging on his length and bottom lip at the same time. Kova pulled back and smirked, his emerald eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Greedy little girl. I knew you would want it again."

"And what is this?" He asked coyly. I paused, not understanding his question. He saw my confusion and reached down with his hand to cover mine over his growing erection. "What is this, Adrianna?" he repeated, and this time I understood when he squeezed my hand that was holding him. Nervously, I bit my lip as my gaze wavered to his shoulder. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment once again at his question, unable to meet his gaze. I knew what it was, he knew I knew, but apparently he wanted me to say it. "A penis," I said quietly. "Wrong answer. Try again." His deep, quiet voice had my heart pounding as my breathing intensified. "Eyes on me, Ria." His commanding tone demanded my attention. My eyes snapped back up, locking with his. "Dick. I want your dick."

Kova's head tilted to the side, his eyes flitted across my flesh. Leaning down, he placed his tongue on my collarbone and worked it up the curve of my neck. He pulled my skin into his mouth and continued until he hit my ear. God, what he was capable of making me feel. "I want your tongue stroking me the way your hand is. Tell me, where is your hand, Ria?" My lips parted. It was getting harder to breathe. There was no way to stop the shiver that racked my body from the feel of him on me, the way his words pulsated every vein in me. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the hot air trickling along my skin. "Try one more time." He whispered it ever so slowly right next to my ear and my legs almost gave out. I felt silly saying the word I knew he was waiting for. I hardly ever said it, and not many of my girlfriends back home had either, but then again none of them were in pursuit of an older man. However, the reaction I drew from him topped it all. Breathing in, I stood on my tiptoes and boldly whispered in his ear. "Cock. I want your cock, Coach."

"Exactly. It is my cock. And if you want it, you will have to learn to prove it to me. Do you want my cock?" "Yes," I answered breathlessly. Kova pushed into me with his cock. "Say it. And this time look me in the eyes."

I let go of his length and my shoulders sagged. Fearing I made a huge mistake, my eyes dropped to the ground unable to look at him any longer. I let out an exasperated sigh. I thought I'd read the craving cloaked in the indecision in his eyes correctly. Apparently, I hadn't, and it stung. This was my first real taste of rejection and I didn't know how to handle the onslaught of emotions it came with. His decision was clear and I needed to get away so I could think straight, but before I could take another step from the invisible cage his presence held me in, Kova wrapped his fingers around my wrist, stilling me instantly. Snapping my eyes to his face, I was confused when I saw his jaw grind down. He pulled my hand slowly back toward his body and placed it where it was before. On his cock. "You did not let me finish before. Do not…stop is what I was going to say."

Kova hung the phone up and angled his chair toward me, leaning back with his legs stretched open. He looked fucking sexy sitting back so casually with his head tilted to the side. His clandestine eyes were on my body. I wanted to know what he was thinking of for his lips to form a slow sexy twist and his eyes to sparkle when they met mine again. The air changed in the room. When we were alone, the intensity of his gaze always undid me, and I knew if I looked at him any longer I'd agree to anything he said. The cell phone on his desk vibrated. Kova glanced at it only to reach over and silence it. Staring straight at him, I said quietly, "You have to let me keep practicing." "I do not have to let you do anything."

Kova picked his head up and angled his body toward me, raking his eyes down my body. His shoulders relaxed and he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs wider. This made me happy. I didn't like seeing him so bothered and upset. I couldn't help my eyes as they wandered over his broad shoulders down to the thick bulge in his shorts. There was no way to ignore the hard outline laying on his thigh. I tried to picture exactly how he looked under his clothes and my body warmed at the thought. He sat forward. His hand dropped to the side and his fingers danced up the back of my leg. His touch was as soft as a butterfly's fluttering wings and caused a rush of warmth to flow through my body. Expelling a slow breath, I fought it and didn't move, didn't show anything on my face.

"Oh, malysh, I am definitely crazy," he said in a low voice with a peaked brow.

"I want to see you again," Kova admitted.

and I realized what I had felt hadn't been his leg.

God, there were no ifs, ands, or butts about it. I was falling for Kova, and I was falling hard. His needy gaze captivated me completely. The swirling desire in his eyes, the way his eyelids lowered and his nose flared, the fullness of his lips. He stared at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. He was seducing me without saying a word, and I wondered if he felt the same way about me. Our ages forgotten in this moment of silence we shared, the obvious connection could not be denied. The intensity started to smother me. And my heart wrapped around a newfound emotion I couldn't name. I looked down, I had to. Kova had a way of making the world disappear when I was with him.

With a breathless murmur, I asked, "What are you doing?" He ignored my question. "Open your eyes." When I obeyed, his next words whispered across my tepid skin. "I have not finished tasting you." His thumb pressed down on my lip.

His hand continued down, lightly brushing my breast. "Malysh…"

"So it's my fault you want to…taste me? Kova, your choice of words sometimes worry me."