Balance (Off Balance, #1)

by Lucia Franco

"Excuse me, Coach Kissable." She chuckled. "He reminds me of Tom Hardy, and Tommy has Fish Lips."

"I have never, in all my years of training, had a smart-mouthed one like you.

"Adrianna, at this point I do not care what you want. I said go home, so go. For once, can you not fucking argue with me and just go?"

"Do not look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you are hurting, upset. It…" he stammered, "affects me more than I care to admit."

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.

Glancing down his stomach, the waistband of his shorts pulled forward even more and I was able to get a peek at his black curls.

"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." SWEET JESUS! MOTHER OF ALL GODS! He just said that. To me.

"Imagine the pressure building between your hips, the tightness," he groaned. "Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around my cock. So tight… "

I gripped the back of his biceps and shook with need. My head dropped to his chest and I released a heated breath against him. "Look at me," he demanded. "Tell me how you feel, I need to know you want this."

"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."

"If your obnoxious music was not blaring and echoing throughout my gym, I would not have had to come in here. Get your ass to the barre. There are so many things I need to correct where you are concerned.

I leaned against him, slowly standing to my full height with a seductive arch of my back, hitting him in all the right places. Even going as far as to add pressure to the clearly obvious erection pressing into me. Kova hissed. I was probably tempting him in ways he'd never been tempted before. Ask me if I cared. I didn't.

"You are glistening, soaking wet and dripping on to the floor for me. I love that I do this to you."

After all, my dad was twenty-three years older than my mom. Age was just a number to me.

"Isn't that what your note said anyway? That you have to fuck your girlfriend because you can't fuck me."

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

We groaned in unison at the flesh on flesh contact.

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.

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. I flinched. My legs automatically squeezed his waist in pain from the intrusion. No preamble. No teasing. No foreplay. I was ready, but it still burned.

"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."

"Cock. I want your cock, Coach."

"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 was more than aware an actual relationship between us could never be, at least not any time soon, it still didn't change the fact that I didn't like him going home to Katja every night.

Kova threw an arm over my waist and locked me in place, my boobs rolled up, and if I wasn't in such a state of crazed need, I would've been embarrassed by their placement. But I wasn't.

Your boobs went where? They rolled up? You’re a 17yr old gymnast with barely b-cups.

"If you ever perform in the way you just did again, you will be kicked out of here so fast your head will spin. I do not give a shit who your father is. It was reckless and stupid and I never want to see it again."

"I cannot believe how stupid I was. I cannot believe I let myself fuck you, touch you, drown in you," he mumbled to himself. "I should have never done it."

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

Oh fvck him

"You asked for it, you are going to get what she gets. Do not say her fucking name again."

"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.

"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.

Fuck him and the horse he rode in on

"I fucking hate you." "You may hate me, but your pussy doesn't."

"You better fix this, Adrianna, this is your goddamn fault. I swear to God, if he utters a word of this to anyone, you will regret it." He was seething with anger but with every right. "Do you understand? I will personally make sure your career is over."

Fuck him

Fuck him—not literally." A sad laugh escaped my throat. Easier said than done. Truth was, I couldn't stop. I didn't want to…and I wouldn't.