Twist (Off Balance Book 4)

by Lucia Franco

  Kova slid the patio door open and stepped out, my heart racing a million miles a minute. I lived on the top floor and there were plenty of condos around that could see us through the white opened slats. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed some of the balconies were occupied. If I could see them, then they could see me. Which meant anyone could look up and see two naked people going at it like rabbits.

  Kova stopped in front of the railing. Looking at me, he said with unyielding resolve, "You are going to be mine out here."

  I shivered with steady agreement. The thought exhilarated me completely.

  I unlocked my ankles and glided down his body to stand. His erection stood tall between us and the urge to look out to the opening to check if anyone could see us was strong. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he wrapped it around his hand, then guided me to my knees, forcing me to look up. I was a little nervous, but without hesitation, I opened my mouth and took as much as I could of him. He moaned on contact, angling his hips and holding the back of my head for a good minute. I sucked, swirling my tongue around his length, tasting myself on him. A little salty, I quickly licked it away so I could taste only him. Kova guided my head to his hips, pushing all the way in. His other hand grasped the back of my neck. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

  "Oh, fuck," he breathed loudly. My heartrate skyrocketed, thinking that someone had heard him.

  I remembered how he’d taught me to suck it like a Blow Pop so I did just that, making sure I showed attention to that long vein I loved.

  "Put one hand on my balls and massage them, squeeze them. Use your other hand and play with your pussy."

  Despite the sun shining on my back, anticipation steamrolled through me. I liked touching myself. I knew exactly how to get myself off, and since I was already on the edge, I planned to do just that.

  Cupping his sack, I rolled his heavy balls in my hand. I surprisingly liked the way they felt as I tugged and twisted them. I could tell he did as well, especially when my fingers scraped past them. I felt him clench his cheeks as he pushed into my mouth and held still. My eyes watered as I struggled to breathe, and I pinched his sensitive sac between my fingers.

  "Oh, fuck me." He moaned long and loud.

  I looked up to see his head thrown back, the veins in his neck jutting out. What an angle to see Kova at. I was on the verge of an orgasm and began twirling my tongue around the head of his cock every time he pulled out.

  "Keep sucking like that, work that throat."

  Oh God, this view of him, my fingers, his balls… I was right there… Right… There. My breathing labored and I rubbed myself hard and fast, my blood rising and my insides quivering. I reached for him and gripped his balls in my palm and squeezed as I came on my fingers. Kova thrust in and hit the back of my throat. My stomach tightened for a second. I was lost on what to do.

  "Ria," he yelled, unloading in my mouth. He was so loud I was sure if anyone was outside they heard. I wasn't expecting him to come and almost gagged at the initial stream of the warm, salty fluid. "Swallow it," he demanded, caressing my throat with his hand and fingers. There was so much I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing it like he said.

  Kova pulled out and stepped back, a stream of creamy white fluid dripping off him. "Tsk, tsk, Ria. I said play with yourself, not make yourself come. Get up and on the chair now."

  Anticipation seized my chest. My gaze met his. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood on shaky knees. The beautiful swirls of black and obsessive green in his eyes intrigued me.

  "On your hands and knees," he ordered. "Ass up."

  I got into position and reared back, placing my chest to the lounge. Before I could blink, a hand came down and stung my ass with a slap.

  I didn't cry out. Instead, I chewed my lip and stayed where I was. Kova leaned forward and grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, delivering another pleasure-filled smack. My skin pebbled with goose bumps. I was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with me. Shouldn't I have been repulsed by all the spanking, the biting, the roughness and blood? I was supposed to like it soft and gentle, yet here I was rearing back and wiggling myself in his face.

  I loved everything he gave me, and that's what confused me. I could feel my blood climbing and the sensations pouring through me as my body desired more deviant touches and illicit whimpers.

  Sixty-Seven

  Kova let go of my hair.

  He pushed on my shoulder blades and forced my face down. My nipples grazed the coarse material of the lounge and shot a zest of bliss down my spine. Grabbing the chair, he slid it closer to the railing. My balcony was enclosed with a screen, but if anyone walked by the building and looked up, they'd see us.

  Kova dropped to his knees and grabbed my hips, rotating them upward. He spread my cheeks, and my back bowed, mortification roared through me.

  "Your pussy is dripping," he said, his voice thick with desire and it excited me.

  He leaned forward until I couldn't see his face. My eyes rolled shut as he ran his flat tongue along my wet lips, all the way to my ass where the tip of his tongue ran little circles.

  A moan rolled off my lips and I rocked back into him. My eyes opened just as he swallowed, his throat bobbing. His heady gaze locked with mine. "Had to clean you up before I can play."

  "You're such an ass man."

  Palming both of my ass cheeks, his hands so large I knew they covered me, he leaned forward and I held my breath as he spread them wide to almost the point of pain. His green eyes were enthralled with me and it sent a shiver of power through my veins. A little sting, and I gasped. I'd never looked at my ass in the mirror, but the next time I was alone, I would. This position was slightly embarrassing, and I hoped I was shaven and cleaned for him.

  Kova leaned forward and penetrated my pussy with his warm tongue. I sighed. My back bowed even more and my body relaxed, only for him to pull out and go straight for my ass.

  I should've known.

  "Arch more for me."

  I did as he asked. His teeth clamped down on the skin as he tongued my hole, creating a suction around me. His fascination with that forbidden spot created a frenzy in my blood. I didn't get it, but I didn't question it either, because the truth was I loved it just as much as he did.

  "Oh my God!" I screamed, not worried if anyone heard my breathless pants at this point.

  Kova gripped my hips and held me to his mouth. My legs widened on their own and my backside pressed embarrassingly hard into his face.

  "One day…" he said, his voice a deep husky.

  I knew what he was referring to. Anal sex. It was a conversation we'd already had and something that will never happen.

  "No, you're not. That's never going to happen."

  "Yes, it will."

  "No, it won't."

  "Ah, but malysh," he drew out, his thumb running circles over the puckered little hole, "you have no idea what you're missing."

  "There is no way you—or anyone else with a smaller dick—will fit in there. No thanks. Not happening. End of discussion."

  Kova's grip tightened on me to the point I knew I'd have a bruise. "No one is ever getting this ass. Do you understand? I will personally strangle anyone who gets close to it. It is mine."

  His thumb pressed the hidden spot while he inserted a finger into my pussy.

  "I can make you like it, you know," he whispered, pulling out his finger and using the wetness to trace the tight hole.

  He applied more pressure, pushing the tip of his finger in. This time he stuck two fingers in my pussy and slowly rubbed along my inner walls, eliciting a low moan from me as he stretched me. I fought back a groan at the double intrusion.

  This man knew exactly what to do to my body and I was slightly startled by it because I never found myself saying no, only yes. Body manipulation at its finest. I watched as Kova spit onto his fingers then applied pressure to the tight bundle of nerves. I flinched but held still.

  "Are you not worried someone can see y
ou?" he asked.

  It was hard to think clearly when my body was a blaze of heat and lust.

  "I am, but no one can see my face. So I guess not."

  "But those who live in the building can probably figure out what number your condo is."

  He was probably right, but I didn't care. "Maybe."

  "Take a deep breath," he ordered. My eyes widened, I knew what he was going to do. "A deep breath, Ria." Exhaling, my body softened, and he pressed a finger into my ass, then pulled out. I hope it was a pinky. "Breathe," he instructed, and I did. "Trust me, you will love it when I am done with you."

  "It hurts," I said, but he pressed deeper, and when I realized he wasn't stopping, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and focused on the pleasure. The way he played with my tender lips, working an orgasm up again, was quite remarkable. I was shocked my body was ready for another one.

  "Bear down, push back, and relax. Focus on my fingers stroking your pussy."

  Surprisingly, he placed a kiss to each cheek, then slid his finger farther into my ass. I clamped together, and my arms shot out in front of me for something to hold on to. My back arched and I rocked my butt into his face.

  This hurt. This hurt worse than losing my virginity.

  "Kova, please. It hurts," I whimpered somewhere between pain and pleasure as he used a finger to tease my clit and stroke my ass.

  Little sparks went off inside of me and I shuddered in ecstasy. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. I didn’t know what I wanted or didn't want anymore. I was lost in a haze of sex and gratification. Kova was right. He could make me want it, because now I kind of did.

  Kova groaned behind me, sliding his finger out but carefully pushing back in. He wasn't aggressive or harsh, but shockingly gentle. He let out a long breath of air and it hit my cheek.

  "Just listen to what I say and you will thank me."

  As Kova gently worked his finger in and out of me, I glanced between our bodies. His cock was erect and straining to the point it looked painful. The tip of his shaft was purple and almost angry looking. His stomach was rock hard like he was holding on tight to the last bit of his sanity he had left. But he was right. I think he could make me love it because this was better than I’d expected.

  I felt myself spasm around him and just as I was about to come, he pulled out and stood.

  "Kova… Please…"

  With his cock in his hand, he looked at me then angled himself at my entrance, and slid into my warmth that was aching for another orgasm. We both groaned in unison from the sheer pleasure of it all.

  Leaning down, he licked a wet trail up my spine to my shoulder and under my ear. He tugged on the lobe. I didn't even know it was possible to have goose bumps outside in this heat.

  "I want to hear you scream," he whispered, his hot breath on my face, thrusting into me. "Let everyone hear me fucking you and wish it were them."

  I nodded. I'd agree to almost anything at this point.

  As he began thrusting in and out of me, my eyes rolled shut and I heard him spit. I cracked one eye open and watched as he rolled his saliva between his fingers and then dropped them behind me.

  "Arch back," he ordered. "Exhale."

  Then, one long finger slid back into my ass while he was deep inside of me. My body trembled in ecstasy and a raspy moan rolled off my lips. The pressure was almost too much to bear.

  I let out a high-pitched moan as he worked me ever so slowly that it almost brought tears of pleasure to my eyes. Like he knew I could only handle so much and didn't want to hurt me. He was careful and attentive and I couldn't stop the sounds escaping me even if I tried. It was impossible.

  "Kova…"

  "Ria…"

  "Why do I like this so much?" I nearly whined. My inner thighs were wet with my pleasure. "I never want you to stop. Can we do this all day?"

  He chuckled and teased me. "Oh, malysh. Now you know what I deal with on a daily basis. How I imagine taking you, how it can never be enough. Now you see."

  "I do, good God, how I do…" I could barely find my words. "How… Why?"

  My body was engulfed with dark desires, cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink, thighs trembling, and shaking from the hunger. I was floating on another level. My body was going to combust from the pressure of pleasure only Kova could give me.

  "I don’t think I can hold on much longer, Kova. Please, I need to…" I begged.

  A dark chuckle enveloped me, and he reached around with his free hand to circle my clit. A loud purr escaped me and I slowly rocked back into him, loving this so much. I wasn't too embarrassed to beg at this point, and I could tell he was close as his dick twitched inside me and his thrusts became harder, deeper, more controlled for both of us.

  Kova yanked me up so I had my back to his chest. We were both kneeling, a slave to each other's desires.

  "Put your arms behind my neck."

  I did as he asked, my breasts swollen and bouncing while he teased and taunted every erogenous area I had. My mind was misty, he took me to new heights. After spending the day with him and our conversations, our connection only grew stronger and it scared me a little. Now I understood what he meant. I wanted this all the time too and I didn't just mean the sex. My heart was his, just like I knew his was mine. I liked seeing his arm across my belly. The vascularity that oozed from him and the vein twirling down. He was strong and rough, and the pleasure so divine.

  "Come, come now with me," he said, then sank his teeth into my shoulder, his tongue lapping my skin.

  My body exploded with rapture on a throaty sigh, like a huge wave roared through me. I yelled out his name, driving my hips back into his. His pleasure trickled down my inner thighs and I felt tender everywhere, sated from this touch. Our orgasms receded but the content bliss that followed was sizzling between us. We were both panting, a sheen of sweat coating our bodies, but it didn't bother me. Kova reached up to cup my jaw and turn my face toward his. Our eyes locked for a split moment before he gave me a tender kiss that enclosed around my heart. His lips were soft and sweet, his tongue light, as if what he’d just done to my body was normal.

  There was nothing normal about Konstantin Kournakova and Adrianna Rossi, but that's what I loved about us.

  Breaking the kiss, Kova opened his eyes.

  Heart thumping wildly in my chest, the setting sunlight flickered against his compelling green eyes that unveiled an openness with a love so deep my stomach tightened. I was trying to stay strong, I didn't want to say something and regret it, but in this moment, what I felt was love.

  Love was a look. Love was a feeling. Love was a four-letter word that held more weight than gold.

  Love was clarity.

  Sixty-Eight

  "Kova," I whispered, like it was the word only he wanted to hear.

  His eyes glimmered with awareness and he carefully pulled out of me, then turned me over to lay me on my back on the lounger. His length, still warm and hard, pressed against my thigh. My heart was pounding. We should've been sensible about being so free with our carnality, but we never could control it. It was only us and that's all that mattered.

  Our eyes were focused on each other's as he covered my body with his, his mouth with mine, his weight falling onto me. I loved when he did that, when he laid on top of me without abandon and gave me himself. It was one of the rare times I got just him without all the layers, like he was giving himself to me. My arms wound around his shoulders, my fingers through his hair. He kissed me so greedily I could barely keep up with him. Hands sliding down his back, he shook like he was in dire need. He passionately pushed his tongue in my mouth. His hands found my neck and applied pressure, and I went with it. My body unraveled under his. He unleashed on me and I took it all.

  "I need to see your face when I make love to you," he said, leaving me speechless.

  I didn't question it. I just nodded my head. It's what he needed, and I gave it to him. I knew deep down in my heart that after this weekend, when he found out my secret
, it would most likely break the connection we’d worked so hard to rebuild, so I was going to savor it for as long as I could.

  Without a second thought, he lifted his hips and pushed his cock into me again. A glaze swept over his eyes and he moaned. He began making love to me like a beast, pumping his hips with ardor. Hard and long strokes, holding himself in me before he was retreating and doing it again, building a maelstrom of desire. An erotic growl vibrated in his chest when he drove harder. My back bowed in response at how deep he was, my nails scoring his back. He shuddered against me and I locked my legs around his waist.

  This was lovemaking.

  "Kova…" I swallowed, quivering. "Oh, my God…" I moaned against his mouth. "It hurts." And it did. He was so enlarged and hitting all the way in the back.

  "Shhh…"

  "Kova." I dug my fingers into him, feeling his skin break under my nails.

  "Take me. Take all of me,” he gritted between clenched teeth. "Mne nuzhno, chtoby ty byl bez sderzhannosit, bez osuzhdeniya."

  "Please…" I wasn't sure what I was begging him for.

  "Ty nuzhna mnye. "

  My heart ached at the sound of his cracked voice.

  "Just hold on… I need this, I need you. I need to feel more of you."

  "You're going to make me bleed, Kova."

  He growled, reluctantly slowing his pace. The muscles in his shoulders relaxed, his body loosened, and he cupped my damp neck and held on like I was his salvation. His dominant kisses were almost careless, like he let himself go as he urgently thrust into me. He was getting closer. The little sounds in the back of his throat made me disentangle my feelings for him completely and it scared me a little.

  Kova gave one good last stroke, held my jaw in his palms and kissed me so deeply and so desperately my heart contracted and my toes curled. I whimpered, my body shuddering with pleasure. His cock jerked, we gasped, then we were both falling into a blissful state of ecstasy at the same time. The way his tongue enveloped mine, how he used one hand to grip my hip to make sure we were joined perfectly, how I could feel him unloading inside me, made my chest hurt.