Balance (Off Balance Book 1)

by Lucia Franco

  “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. “You’re so light,” he said when I nearly slammed into him. I gripped his shoulders for support. His body shook as he held me, fighting to hold back, and I loved it. I loved how strong he was, how he could do anything to me, and I’d let him.

  Slowly, Kova turned around with me in his arms. He walked a couple of feet and pressed me up against a tall spotting block that shielded us from the front window of the gym. 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. I sighed, and his eyes lowered at the wispy sound that escaped me.

  “Adrianna...” he said, his voice thick and husky. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped me with power. There was a real struggle to resist around his eyes that made me almost break contact with him. I wanted so badly to ask him what he was thinking as he searched my face, his breathing deepening by the second. But the fear of being rejected was high, so I didn’t.

  Instead, I pulled him closer. “It’s okay, no one can see us.”

  My body was simmering with rapture, and he began to move my hips ridiculously slow, up and down. I skipped the panties, so the only barriers between us were my paper thin yoga capris and Kova’s usual basketball shorts. The thought of too much clothing passed through my mind, but the friction was just perfect as he stroked his dick against me. I rotated my hips up to feel the pressure against my sex. As he glided against me even more, a breathless whimper escaped.

  “Kova...” I whispered when his lips touched my neck, the dusty shadow of his beard scraped along my skin. His hips moved against mine.

  “You are missing the point. I am your coach, and a man. You should be repulsed by me.” The ache in his voice hurt my chest. “Girls your age do not look at men like me. You are supposed to like guys from boy bands or something.”

  A smile caressed my lips. I shrugged. “Quite the opposite actually.”

  Placing my hands on the back of his neck, my fingers threaded his hair and a rumble sounded in the back of his throat. I was getting hotter by the minute. Kova didn’t break his stance and kept on rolling his hips into me. My orgasm was climbing higher and I wondered if he was close to having one too.

  “God, that feels amazing,” I cried out. Even in the dim lighting I could see every rigid plank of muscle from this angle. My fingers timidly trailed over his chest, skating down his arms. My back bowed and Kova hissed.

  “Adrianna.” His tone disagreed with himself and his body contradicted his words.

  I could tell his conscience was weighing heavily on him as his nails dug into my skin and his breathing became ragged. As selfish as it was, I didn’t care or really give it much thought to how he felt. I didn’t even try to bring this to an end. Instead, I opened up the gates and gave him free access to do as he pleased.

  Kova tilted his head down and slammed his mouth to mine. He kissed me hard and inhaled like he was trying to breathe me in. My arms wrapped around his back, my hands kneading him roughly. He continued like he was a starved man in need of vitality. My heart bloomed inside my chest and I loved it. I loved that he wanted me.

  I broke the kiss. “I want to touch you.”

  He swallowed so hard his jaw flexed. “I guess we are both learning control tonight,” he quipped, shaking his head. His tongue slipped out to lick his lips. I wanted to look and feel every inch of him, to watch him respond to my fingers, to see the rise and fall of his muscles.

  “I cannot stop kissing you,” he admitted. Kova leaned down and took my mouth with a growl, nipping and biting. This time though, much slower. Like he was savoring me.

  I never dreamed a kiss could be so sensual.

  Kova’s tongue was dangerous. No, he was dangerous. I was shocked by how slow he could kiss. He was precise and seductive. And it was erotic—torture. He knew how to bring a girl to her knees with just the touch of his lips.

  With a kiss like this, he could have anything he wanted.

  He groaned into my mouth, much louder this time, a vibration rumbling against my chest and I scratched his back. It made me feel more like a woman knowing I could draw this sound from him. His length hit the spot between my thighs and I melted into him, rubbing myself on him. Heaven help me now. A million sparks went off inside of me, goose bumps coated my skin as an orgasm shimmered through my body.

  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.

  “Yes, just like that.” And I did. I loved it.

  Another orgasm was brewing, soaring from the growing friction. My hands were everywhere on him, drowning in the sensations surrounding us. A fiery concoction of heat and craving swept through me. He kept hitting that one tender spot, and if I arched my pelvis into his, I’d get a better angle.

  Sweet Jesus, I was ready to combust.

  Inhaling his sultry blend of cinnamon and citrus scent, Kova’s hand cupped the back of my head and guided me to his chest. I took note in how his hands stayed above my shoulders the whole time, like he was afraid to touch me anywhere else. I dropped little kisses to his heated flesh, tempted to run my tongue over his nipple.

  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.

  I couldn’t resist. I delicately traced his tattoo with my middle finger, circling the rings. He inhaled and watched my fingers. I pressed my hands to his abs, feeling every rigid abdominal muscle until I reached his hips. Kova held still as he allowed me to explore his body. My nails grazed the indentation toward his groin, dipping lower until a softness touched my knuckles. His stomach flexed in response. Kova swiftly gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.

  “No, Ria.”

  I pursed my lips together, unhappy with his decision.

  “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.”

  SWEET JESUS! MOTHER OF ALL GODS.

  He just said that.

  To me.

  And I didn’t know how to respond.

  My heart pounded against my ribs, and despite how scorching hot I was, I shivered from the searing heat that zipped down my spine when he looked deep into my eyes.

  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...want...yes...” I couldn’t find the words, so I let my actions do the talking. I dug my nails into him again, scoring his skin as I struggled with temptation. Poor guy was going to have nail marks all over him.

  I was so close, and I think he knew. Kova began stroking me with himself, bringing me higher and higher. His hands clenched around my hips, pulling me forward and then back. I had a sudden image in my head of throwing him to the floor and jumping on him. 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.”

  I looked up and met his gaze. “Good. Too good,” I panted.

  “You want this? You like how you feel?”

  I nodded rapidly.

  “Do you want me?” he asked, pressing against my center so hard I whimpered.

  I nodded again, reaching for his mouth with mine.

  “Good. I like that you want me,” he said with a wicked grin that matched his eyes.

  Once again, my hands went everywhere when our mouths locked together. They moved to his backside where my fingertips dipped into the waistband of his shorts, feeling his warmed flesh. 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.”

  There was no way I could resist his command. I was high on Kova. I couldn’t think straight, only that I would do anything he told me to do at that point. Swallowing hard, I teasingly traced my nails along his shorts.

  “Inside. Put your hand inside my pants, malysh, and touch my cock. Feel what you do to me.” He finished the last sentence with pride in his voice.

  I slipped my hand inside and felt fine, little hairs thread through my fingers as I shyly reached for him.

  “That is it, keep going,” he said in a guttural voice. “A little farther. Do you want to come?”

  I nodded eagerly, because, hello, there was no other possible response.

  “Then put your little fingers around my cock. Stroke it hard. You know you want to.”

  Truthfully, I was kind of afraid to keep going. Not afraid of Kova, but because for the simple fact I had no idea what to do when I reached him. I mean, my friends talked about it, I knew, but I’d never done any of it myself.

  “Go ahead,” he encouraged.

  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 strength he yielded. The sensuality of it caught me off guard, a flush of ecstasy hitting me hard. My hands caused his shorts to push down and I became needy. I wanted to sneak a quick look at his dick, but the overwhelming desire to have an orgasm hit me hard. I moved to angle myself so I could rub up on his length, but his hand landed on my pussy, hitting the tiny bundle of nerves.

  “Oh, my God,” I cried out when he began rubbing me vigorously, my hand pausing for a second. “Yes...” I purred, my head rolling back.

  He growled. “Christ. You are soaking wet. Fuck my hand,” he rubbed me in rough circles. My leg supporting me became weak as my orgasm climbed. I strained on my toes, thrusting my hips back and forth all while jacking him off.

  “That is a good girl,” he said when I used the moisture that seeped from his tip to coat his penis. He twitched in my fingers. I’d given myself plenty of orgasms in the past, so I figured he would like this. “Come on my hand.”

  I didn’t think anyone could come on demand, but I was sure as hell going to try. He rubbed faster, harder, hitting my clit. My breathing labored and I felt a flame ignite within.

  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. Heels click-clacked against tile while Kova looked around, his eyes landing on the foam pit next to us.

  “Jump in there and hide. Wait a bit and then sneak out.” I nodded frantically. Kova looked disoriented. He kissed my forehead then pushed his dick down and quickly regained control. He thrust me toward the pit where I jumped in and hid. I shimmied myself lower to conceal every part of my body. I hated the pit. It was great for practicing new release skills or landings on a high bar, but it smelled terrible, probably due to all the sweaty bodies that fell in here daily. Plus, it wasn’t so easy to pull yourself out of ten feet of blue foam squares.

  Nestling down, I panicked when I heard Kova’s voice. “Katja?”

  “What are you doing here so late?”

  “It is my job to be here, Kat,” he snapped angrily, picking up his shirt from the ground. He looked to the left and our eyes connected. I shimmied down more. “Have you not figured that out yet? After all these years that I need to be here?”

  I pulled back at the sound of his insensitive voice.

  “You never spend time with me anymore,” she whined. “I miss you.”

  Kova sighed and began walking away from me. “What do you want from me? I am doing the best I can.”

  “I want you to spend time with me, but you are always here. You know I have no family. I am lonely.” She paused and said, “I thought we were going to talk about our future tonight? You said we were. I cooked dinner and waited for you, but you never showed. You did not even call.”

  His voice grew more distant and he scoffed. “I wish you would understand there are going to be days when I need to work late, days when I need to work out to relieve the stress and pressure of everyday life. I work so you do not have to, therefore no stress for you,” his voice boomed furiously. “I have not heard you complain about your days lounging around by the pool or going shopping whenever you feel like it.”

  My heart hammered in my chest. I thought back to the argument they had at his house. I would’ve never guessed there was still any strain between them, and now I was more curious than ever to find out why.

  “Why am I even here? I came to this cou
ntry for you, but all you want to do is spend every second in the gym. This is not what we agreed to,” she yelled back. “My time is running out.”

  Kova began sounding off in Russian, his voice heated and muffled as they moved farther away. I couldn’t make out the low rumbling between them before a door slammed shut and I flinched. Probably from Kova. It echoed throughout the gym and I was left alone.

  Once again he left my mind confused, and now my body ached for the orgasm he failed to give me. I waited a good five minutes before I climbed out, found my hoodie, and left.

  Nearly an hour after my first kiss with Kova, I was home. And I was still aching, swollen, and aroused.

  Between the material of my pants and throbbing wet lips, I was heightening by the second. The urge to finish myself off was strong. I’d been so close to release until Katja showed up, and judging by how heavy Kova was breathing, I’d say he’d been close too.

  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.