Balance (Off Balance, #1)

by Lucia Franco

Kova's hand dropped to my thigh, pushing up the seam of my dress. I half-heartedly slapped his hand away, worried someone could walk in at any given moment, but he quickly moved his hand under mine, going right back to his intended destination. He pushed my dress up higher on my silky smooth thigh, meeting the crease of my hip. "What has gotten into you today? You're like a dog in heat." I clutched his shirt in an effort to push him away, but all I did was inch him closer. I was breathless, my heart raced as lust and adrenaline pumped through me.

I struggled with fighting his swift fingers as he tried to slip them into my panties. Heat coursed through me and I sighed into him. I really didn't want to stop, but after Madeline almost caught us, it would be wise if we stopped. I gripped his wrist and said, "Go…taste Katja and leave me alone." "I already have. Many times." "Getting tired of the same old…flavor?" He shrugged with a smirk. "Quite the opposite, actually." I growled, he laughed. His hand dipped past the lacy edge of my panties and I choked out, "Well, go do it again." "I do not want her right now, I want you." His words caused a maelstrom of emotion and feelings to strum through me. "I bet if I touched you right now your pussy would be wet."

"Seriously, what does that even mean? Do we all have a specific taste?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when his tongue licked a wet trail up my neck and his lips captured mine in a searing kiss. "Do you like when I push you away?" I shoved at him again and he stayed in place. I didn't want him to move and I was glad he didn't. I liked how he held steady, the strain and struggle between us. I clutched him closer to me and inhaled. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "You could say that."

"I do not like it, I fucking love when you fight me," he admitted breathlessly, pulling back and nipping at my lips. "I like seeing the indecision in your eyes. It makes my dick hard."

At the touch of his deft fingers reaching inside my panties, I grew wetter, and a frenzy of fire stormed through my veins, rocking me into him. "Ah, I knew you would be wet." I tensed and fought a low moan in my throat. "Ah, so tight." "Does Katja fight you?" The slippery lubricant allowed him to slide a thick finger easily inside. I gasped and clenched around him. When his finger hit my clit, I trembled, gripping his biceps. My head dropped to his chest. "Not how I want her to," he whispered against my neck. For some bizarre reason, that pleased me. I loved how I was able to give him something she couldn't. "Is she tight like me?"

Kova dragged a hand down my stomach, twisting his wrist so he could cup me over my black panties, caressing my swollen lips begging to be touched.

He hadn't changed out of his basketball shorts, and his wide erection grew rapidly before me. I groaned, and became even wetter, gripping my bed sheets. It was almost embarrassing to be this wet. Kova pushed his hips into my center which caused his hand to add pressure, making me moan. His thighs kept my legs open while his finger stroked every inch of me.

Pulling his finger out, my cheeks burned from the sounds accompanying the movement. Kova looked down and our heady gaze mimicked each other’s. He slowly added another finger and the pressure was tight, but good. My hips bucked when his thumb landed on my clit and a moan vibrated in my chest. My hips began to move, gyrating on his fingers. More, I needed more, and I wanted it fast. "Adrianna," he said huskily, pulling his fingers from my core. "I would love nothing more than to make you come like this, but first I have other things in mind," he flattened his hand against me, hard, and I groaned again, his fingers resting past my pussy to my ass.

Fuck. He was teasing me. The pressure and strength of his hand, his fingers resting low, felt so hot, I wanted him to touch me harder, grind his palm against my throbbing— "Yes…" I sighed, loving what he was doing. It was like he read my mind. "That feels so good. Just like that." Kova paused. "What does?" Breathing heavily, I answered him honestly. "Your hand, how hard you're pushing on me. Soft touches are nice, but this feels a whole lot better. And I like when you hold my legs open." My hips rolled against his hand to show him and I spread my legs wider. "Do you have any idea what you are saying?" Kova's eyes darkened. They were heavy from arousal, and his body tensed. He shook his head like he was fighting with himself to find the right words. "I like when you tell me what you want me to do. It is intoxicatingly powerful to know I make you feel so good." I looked deep into his eyes so he'd know my words rang true. "You make me feel better than good, Kova." "You are playing with fire." "What do you mean?" "Oh, malysh," he laughed throatily. Kova withdrew his hand, and reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt. "Let me show you." The mattress dipped as Kova crawled over me on his knees. My fingers traced his granite-like abs, every indentation and every grove that carved his stomach was not missed. He drew an audible breath as my palms skimmed his firm chest and over his nipples. My fingers glided across the sharpness in his shoulders. Dropping his weight on me, ...

"Let me show you how I want to taste you."

"First, I will get acquainted with your lips." He leaned down and ever so gently traced around and through the seam of my pussy with the tip of his tongue. A pleasure filled sigh rolled off my lips as I closed my eyes briefly. "Does that feel good?" "Yes," I moaned in agreement. "After I warm you with my tongue," he looked up, and his eyes gleamed with devious thoughts. "I am going to stretch you out like this." He proceeded by pulling on my folds with force, suckling hard. His tongue speared inside and traced around my core. I couldn’t take it. This man. What he was doing to me. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and thrust my hips into him. My legs wrapped around his strong shoulders. I wanted him. No, I needed him. All of him. "Do not move. And keep your hands to yourself. Understand?" I nodded heatedly, not realizing my fingers were in his hair.

"Good girl.

"After you are warmed up and stretched out, I will show you the steps it takes before you reach your dismount." My mouth dropped and he grinned. Dismount. Climax. Same thing.

"We will practice until you get it perfect."

His tongue swirled in and out, dancing all around, feeling every part of me. If he wanted power, I was going to give it to him. Reaching down, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pressed him into me, squeezing his shoulders with my thighs.

"Kova…Oh, my God. I’m so close." He looked up and my heart stopped when our eyes locked. While we’d had sex, this felt so much more intimate. The corner of his mouth tugged up with a dare, his eyes glittering with obsession. "Go ahead and land your dismount."

His mouth returned to my pussy and a moan-filled sigh gushed from me as my eyes rolled back. This feeling, his tongue on me, licking and sucking, was pure eroticism. My back arched and I threw my head back as my hips rolled into his greedy mouth while he lapped at me. Kova’s hands were firmly wrapped under my thighs, holding me to his mouth. The overwhelming sensations streaming through my veins had me panting loudly, gasping for air. Christ Almighty. I tried to fight Kova, but his tongue worked faster, hitting my clit. He locked me down and licked me with precision. "Oh, God!" I cried out, my thighs tensing around his head. He slapped my outer thigh for me to loosen up and I quickly did. "Kova, please, it's too much." My body was a blaze of fire ready to erupt. My moans couldn't be contained and I cried out. My fingers threaded through his dark hair, clutching it in my fist, pushing my pussy into his mouth even more. Kova became ravenous. His grip on my thighs was powerful, and I wanted to give him everything in this moment. My legs scissored on his shoulders from the force of the pleasure slicing through me as he fought to keep his mouth in place. Somehow when he came up for air, I managed to pull away and move higher on my bed. I panted, drunk on pleasure. My eyes, I’m sure, were just as glossy and matched Kova's. His mouth was covered in my essence completely, and I knew by the way he crouched low I should not have pulled away. "Bad move, Adrianna." He sprang forward a...

I was spent, a complete pile of mush with my legs wide open. My heart, the same.

Coming down from the most incredible high of my life, heated eyes scanned the length of my body and my nipples hardened. A predatory hunger consumed his features while he kneeled between my legs. My eyes leisurely trailed down his torso. Rigid muscle from hours spent honing his physique coiled his stomach, but it was the vein protruding from his abdomen and disappearing beneath his waistband that drew all my attention. He gave me such a look that made me feel sexy when he cupped his shaft and stroked it over his shorts.

Kova gave me the most erotic come hither grin right before he said, "Now let me show you how I land a dismount."

So you know what I have to do? I have to fuck my girlfriend the way I want to fuck you, I think about you while I am deep inside of her because I do not want to hurt you." He paused, and said, "And most importantly because it is wrong and yet for some obscene reason, I love that it is. I thrive on the risk of getting caught, thrive on thinking of you while I fuck her. This was a mistake and I should have never let it happen again, yet I am glad it did."

"Oh yeah? Then why can I feel you growing in my hand, huh? I feel your cock getting bigger. Harder." Leaning in closer, I lied and said, "Just like when Hayden's cock grew in my hand." Kova’s eyes took on an unnatural shade of green. I began moving my hand to rub him. "Tell me you don't want it. That this was a mistake. That each time we were together was a mistake."

"You need to let go of me." He groaned as I began working him through his shorts. His hips thrusting into my hand contradicted his words. "This is a dangerous game we are playing." His chest began to move—slower, deeper breaths he thought he was hiding from me. His hand loosened on my arm and slowly, very slowly, began to slide down to my wrist that stroked his erection. "Fuck it."

Rolling my lip between my teeth, I tugged at the waistband of his shorts and slowly slid them down his tapered hips. His stomach flexed against the backs of my fingers. A light dusting of hair came into view, followed by a thick, heavy shaft. "Christ," he groaned, fisting my duvet until his knuckles turned white. I pulled his shorts completely off him and stared in bewilderment. Kova was rock solid, hard like his body, and standing tall. The sight of him splayed out caused a rush of excitement to coat my thighs. Goose bumps broke out over my skin, and it was then that it dawned on me just how much of a man Kova really was.

"How the hell does that thing fit in me?" I blurted out, and slammed a hand over my mouth. Kova chuckled, his shoulders relaxing, and he palmed his naked flesh. "You would be surprised how easy I can work it in when you are wet."

While I played with his penis and got familiar with him, I realized my hand was damp. Glancing down, I noticed a droplet at the head and moved to touch it. I slid it through the tips of my fingers, and Kova placed his hand over mine. I looked at him and waited. He began to move my hand over his erection, signaling me to squeeze tighter. I picked up the pace and stroked him harder and faster. "Yes…" he mumbled unintelligibly, "like that." Leaning forward, my lips sucked at his neck. Kova fisted my hair, tugging my head back, and cupped my jaw before leaning in to steal a kiss.

I wanted to make him feel good, the same way he did me, but I’d never actually gone down on a guy before, let alone a man. "Adrianna…" he panted, "do you have any idea how bad I want this? Want you? I want to slide into you again and fuck you senseless. God, I want you to ride me." His touch was everywhere, almost as if he couldn't get enough. I loved the attention he was giving me. I wanted more, as much as I could take from him. "You undo me," he confessed. "You have played with yourself before, right?" he asked. I nodded, unable to find my voice. Kova jutted his chin up, but looked down through heavy lashes. "Touch yourself while I jack off." Looking down at the thick erection in my hand, I asked, "Can I do it for you?"

Kova's stomach flexed as he pumped into his hand. He was a thing of beauty and it wasn't long until I started to feel that newly familiar ache burning in my belly. But I wanted to be the one doing that to him, stroking him. Sitting up, I got to my knees just inches from him. I grabbed Kova's empty hand as he still towered above me and placed it in the V of my drenched thighs.

I peered into his lowering eyes and wrapped my hand around his cock, proving just how much I wanted to give him this pleasure. Needing more moisture, I spit into my hand the way I would if I were wearing grips, and returned my hand back to him. A low rumble escaped him and his chest expanded with a deep inhale. Stroking him hard but slow, Kova's lips parted with an audible sigh. He cupped the back of my head and leaned down to kiss me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He took control, and I liked it. A lot. More so than I probably should. He was wild, feral, and devoured my mouth with passion. The air was filled with sex and I swear I heard a growl.

"I'm close again…put it in me," I whispered against his lips. His thumb circled my clit and I was desperate to connect with him again, completely. "God, I want to so badly. Anything to be deep inside your pussy again. To feel you clench around me." I whimpered, and his dick twitched in my hand. "You can, I said you can." "It does not work like that." "Please." "No…but keep doing that. Keep twisting the head a little tighter." "I want it." "With the way I feel right now, I will tear you up. No." Then he said, "Do not stop…fuck, just do not stop." "Oh, yes," I moaned, riding his hand. My hips began rocking on their own. His palm kept hitting my clit and I couldn't get enough. I grabbed a hold of his bicep and he flexed under my arm. I was on the brink of tears from his taunting. Pure instinct took over and I climbed ov...

"Fuck!" he yelled, his penis throbbing. His body shook and it pleased me. White hot liquid hit my stomach. It stuck to me, slowly dripping down my flat tummy. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

I placed his hand between my thighs again. A gratified smile curved his sensual lips. I didn't know who I was in this moment, or who I had become, only that Kova had brought out a side of me I didn't know existed. I came just moments later.

Instead of sitting on my bed, Kova made his way to my living room and sat on my couch. I went to sit next to him, but he grabbed my hand and guided me to his front. I climbed up, straddling his thighs and lowered myself onto his lap. Placing my hands flat on his chest, he wrapped his arms around my back and snuggled me to him. Not once had Kova ever held me like this, so relaxed and so very intimate, but without any sexual motive. Almost like a lover's hold. A few moments of silence passed when Kova spoke up. "Adrianna, I need to ask you something," he said against me ear. "Are you on birth control? My heart stopped. "No." "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, but I'd heard the disappointment in his tone. His body coiled beneath mine and I felt bad I hadn't even considered it at the time. "I cannot believe how stupid I was." Pulling back, I looked into his solemn eyes. His hands dropped to my hips. "It's not your fault, Kova. I should've been more responsible, too. I wasn't thinking clearly." I looked down at his shoulder, lost in thought over the ramifications of our actions. I was smarter than that and yet I made a grave judgment call. It was beyond ignorant of me. "Well, on the plus side, you didn't finish inside of me." Kova gave me a sympathetic look, his hands slid to my hips. "I do not have to come inside of you for you to get pregnant, Adrianna. It is called pre-come." I knew what it was called, I was just trying to give him some hope. "I know, but the possibility ...

"You are different than the others." I rolled my eyes. "Most clichéd line ever, Kova." He gripped me a little tighter. "Think what you want, but no matter what I do and say, I find myself drawn to you explicitly. Like a moth to a flame."

I was falling for him.

Awareness kicked through me. My back prickled with heat and I knew without a shadow of a doubt who was glaring at me from behind. I looked over my shoulders. Kova. He was staring at me furiously, like he wanted to strangle me. The blood drained from my face, my weight slowly descending further on to the bar as trepidation flooded my veins. Kova glared from the sideline, his impenetrable gaze knocking the air from lungs. He'd heard everything, the entire conversation with Reagan. I was cold to the bone. Numb.

He now knew I had been a virgin.

No, he was fucking fuming and looking at me with repulsion, and I detested it. His hands were fisted tightly at his sides, knowing he couldn't comment. So he just stood there, scowling, slicing me open with his loathing glare. The disgust on his face made my stomach churn. After everything we shared between us, the conversations and intimacy, I didn't want him to look that way toward me.

This was past just physical attraction. This was animalistic. And highly forbidden, which just made it that much better.

"You can't, can you? Admitting it is immoral, and the immoral and wrongness of it makes it that much hotter. But that's not really why it feels so good, is it?" I breathed against his lips, our eyes locked in a gaze so strong neither one of us could break it. Our chests panted against each other, the air thick with tension. My wrists hurt from him squeezing so tightly, but I let him do it without complaint. "We work well together, Kova," I whispered. "There's an attraction that's more than just chemistry between us." I was breaking his resolve, I could feel it. This sensual prowess Kova unleashed inside me was untamed and new. My tongue slipped out and traced his lips. He began panting, his erection straining hard against me and the pressure caused my hips to undulate against his. Kova groaned, it was a deep and guttural sound that brought me chills. "Let go," I pushed. He didn't move. He couldn't. Not because I was forcing him, but because he wanted to be here and knew he shouldn't. Carefully, he maneuvered my wrists to one hand and used the other hand to grip my jaw. We were so close we breathed each other in. "You are right. I do want you, even right now when you are literally doing everything in your power to seduce me, I want to fuck you senseless. But what you do not see is after this newfound knowledge, I never will again," he said deathly low. Kova purposely rubbed against me, his cock rock hard and hitting my clit caused little moans to escape my throat. "Starting...

"If you want to do what Katja does, you are going to have to suck harder. She loves sucking my cock."

A huge smile moved across my face, but then I realized he still didn't orgasm. "But you didn't finish." "That is because I am not done with you." My eyes tracked him as he took two steps and moved to the end of the couch. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and hoisted me up. Spinning me around, he bent me over as if I weighed no more than a feather. My knees landed on the armrest and my hands on the couch cushion. Without a second to catch my breath, he took me from behind. It was a different angle, and I wasn't expecting it when he thrusted in. A slight sharpness shot through me and I grunted in pain. I was still tender from the orgasm and I moved to sit up, but he pushed my back down. "Stay." I wasn't sure why, but hearing him demand I stayed down caused a flood of wetness between my thighs. "You asked for it, you are going to get what she gets. Do not say her fucking name again." Satisfied, I grinned. "Good." Kova's fingers slipped under my cami, his nails grazed my skin and I shivered. He gave a good tug and ripped my cami off, throwing it to the ground in pieces. He aggressively palmed my breasts and squeezed before pinching my nipples. My back arched and my arms gave out, bending at the elbows. Kova's fingers tightened on my hips as he slid slowly back and forth into me, creating a maelstrom of pleasure. It wasn't hurried or rushed. It was slow and steady—sublime. The only sound was the suction of our conjoined bodies as he pulled out and slid in, holding it for...

"I am not done with you. I do not think I could ever be done…" If it was even possible, the thrusts got deeper. At this point, I wasn't going to be able to walk tomorrow. Kova drove in so hard and fast his balls hit my tender clit. I was sweating—my entire body was a blaze of heat. I almost wanted this to be over. "You wanted it. You pushed me until my cock was so hard it ached. All I could think of was getting inside of your tight pussy. I am a man with only one focus when that happens."

"Lean over the back of the couch."

He reached under, and instead of rubbing my clit, he pressed my swollen lips together causing my head to fly back in bliss. "Right there…that is what I want to feel," he groaned, hitting a new, deeper spot inside, like he had a special spot he wanted to reach. "Keep that position, I know you can."

He rubbed my lips faster, increasing the pressure and friction on my clit at the same time. The intense pressure shot straight through me, causing the walls of my sex to spasm, tightening around him. "Yes, malysh, just like that," he mumbled in approval. His hand rubbed warm circles on my back, like he was enjoying this as much as I was, if not more. "I love it, do not stop." Just as my release made its way through my body, Kova removed his hand and slapped my ass cheek so hard that I came before I could even process what happened. "Omigod." I almost choked. "Yes…More…" "Ria…, just like that," he smacked my ass once more, the orgasm continued to sweep through me at breakneck speed. A burst of electricity exploded from within and I clenched around him. The slapping caught me by surprise and I was a bit confused by how much I enjoyed it. I almost wished he'd do it again. One last thrust, and Kova squeezed my hips tight as he pulsed inside of me. I was sure I'd have bruises tomorrow. He pushed all the way in and grunted, his hips doing small, slow thrusts as he filled me. He came hard, the warm fluid leaking out and down my inner thigh. Kova's loud moan caused my body to shudder from the remnants of my release. I was coated with him and relished in this moment of unyielding bliss. I loved it. Every minute, every thrust, every touch.

A few moments later, the bathroom door opened and Kova walked out. My brows furrowed and my lips formed a thin, tight line. Seeing as his release was still on my thigh, I thought he was coming out to clean me up like last time and then spend time with me before he left. Instead, he was completely dressed and he wore a scowl on his beautiful face as he stood before me. His eyes raked down my body, but unlike the heat they usually held, they were completely deflated and it crushed my heart. A resigned sigh escaped him. Running a hand through his hair, he dropped a damp rag on my leg. I flinched. "That is what you wanted, right? A good fuck?" When I didn't answer, he said, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" And then he stalked off and was out the door like nothing had ever happened.

"Malysh, I need one last kiss." He was saying goodbye.

The sad reality of the story was I would never be that girl. And he would never be that man.

"You are so beautiful it hurts. You hold yourself together even during the toughest times. You are a force to be reckoned with, something no one will see coming."