Balance (Off Balance Book 1)

by Lucia Franco

  Pulling back to his knees, Kova gripped my hips. His hands nearly touched each other from the small width of my waist.

  He kept the pace steady as his thumb slid over my clit and began rubbing in circles. My knees jumped from the unexpected touch and my hips rose off the bed. It was too much stimulation, too many sensations flying through my body, and I couldn’t think straight.

  Kova held still inside of me. With his eyes locked with mine, he brought each ankle to rest on each of his shoulders. Each position hit a different spot deep inside of me, so when he began moving again, I thought he was going to poke through my stomach.

  Not literally, obviously.

  “Focus on the pleasure, Ria. Eyes on me.”

  I nodded, my body damp with moisture. His hand picked up speed and I felt an orgasm rising. Each time he thrust in, his thumb swirled faster and when he pulled out, he slowed down. Gone was the pain and in its place was sheer bliss. Nothing else. I felt high, like I was floating, feeling every inch, every sensation streaming through my body. My toes tingled, heat climbed up my spine…

  “So, so good…” I moaned. “Right there…”

  And before I could get another word out, an orgasm rippled through me and I yelled out. My hips bucked roughly against his, quickly meeting Kova’s as I rode out this high. A powerful surge hit me so hard, I swear I saw stars as a blissful wave of sex took over my body and I shuddered around him. I didn’t want it to end. The incredible sensation flowing through my veins was an indescribable feeling one must experience to understand.

  “I can feel you pulsating around me,” he grunted, the veins in his neck straining. He had a rough hold on my hips as he held them to the bed, locking me down. He thrusted over and over, slowly riding me into a state of ecstasy, bringing my orgasm higher and higher.

  My legs slipped off his shoulders, falling lifelessly to the bed. Kova collapsed on me, the weight of his body melding to mine was delicious, and I savored it. I gripped his neck and sealed my mouth to his in a brutal kiss. The gratification he brought me only moments ago was something I wanted to feel again.

  And soon.

  “Make me feel that again and again and again,” I begged against his lips.

  “Malysh, I am not done with you.” Kova’s hips thrusted against me, pulling his dick all the way out and slamming back in. My headboard rocked against the wall with each surge. With one arm, he lifted my hips off the bed so they were elevated while my shoulders were still flat on the mattress.

  “Fuuuccckkk,” a curse tore from Kova’s mouth. His dick was twitching inside of me, and I was almost positive it became harder.

  God, he was beautiful in the throes of heat.

  Arching my back, I shuddered in his grip, feeling my wetness seep from my thighs.

  Kova hissed then brought his mouth down to bite my nipple. Hard.

  My body bowed and I screamed as he ran his tongue over the throbbing tip only to bite it again. My hands left the headboard and I gripped his strong biceps, my nails digging into his skin. I then pulled on the strands of his hair as pleasure once again ripped through me. I rocked hard against him, drowning in the exhilarated ecstasy that was taking complete control of my body.

  “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.”

  Then, he guided me to spread my legs open by tapping on the inside of my thighs. Gripping my pelvis, he jerked my hips up and angled them so I couldn’t move. 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.

  With his hand still holding me, I was at his mercy. But I didn’t give a fuck so long as he made me blow up from pure rapture again.

  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.

  “Adrianna?”

  “Yes?”

  “Take a deep breath.” I did. “Now, exhale. This position is going to hurt.” He pressed a hand to the swell of my back and surged into me in one long, swift glide. It hurt, he was right. God almighty, did it hurt. Tears sprung to my eyes, and as I tried to sit up to relieve the pain, his hand held me down.

  “Breathe.” Kova pulled out and a moan erupted from his throat as he slowly pushed back in. “Are you okay?”

  A long breath rolled off my lips. “I’m okay, it just hurts a little bit.”

  “As much as I love how tight you are, you need to relax, malysh,” he suggested, and started to run his hands up and down my ribs in an effort to soothe me. With him deep inside, Kova leaned down and dusted kisses to my spine, his hands coming around and cupping my breasts. As his chest pressed to my back, he began to slowly rock into me without pulling out. There was something oddly calming with his body on mine the way it was, the buildup, the pressure of his weight. This position hurt so good and despite being in pain, the pleasure was finally beginning to override it.

  “You feel incredible, but you know what I love?”

  I couldn’t imagine. “What?”

  His hand slid between my breasts to my throat. “Licking your pussy. It tasted better than I could imagine. So sweet and supple, soft and smooth. I could spend hours down there.”

  I panted, a loud heated breath escaped me. “Your pussy was made for me, Adrianna.” The way he said my name, with so much passion, almost made me orgasm on the spot. “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.

  I was pretty sure I was never going to forget.

  Sitting back, he quickened the pace and started moving his hands all over my body, squeezing my ass before he gave it a good smack.

  I almost came undone.

  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.

  Never had I felt the sensations pulsing through me as I did in that very moment, and it was then I realized I never wanted this feeling to go away.

  “Did you imagine my hand sliding down your stomach and playing with your clit like this?” He asked, following the motion. When I didn’t respond, struggling to clear the haze in my head, he asked, “Ria, answer me. Do you like it?”

  I was moaning and groaning so much that I don’t even know how I managed to get out, “I love it. All of it.”

  Then in all honesty, I said, “Kova? I want you to give me everything and anything you want to give me.”

  The moment the words left my lips, Kova unleashed everything he was holding back. Throwing me down to the bed, he grabbed hold of my hips from behind and began thrusting hard. There was no doubt I’d have bruises tomorrow from the way his fingers dug into my skin. I felt all of him, everywhere, and I fucking loved it. I was at his mercy.

  Within minutes, I was coming again, rocking against him, feeling his balls slap my clit. My body was damp with sweat as a blast of pleasure shot through me. I was tingling with gratification, my body completely and utterly spent. There was no other feeling I could imagine that was better than this. Nothing could top it.

  My vagina was tender and swollen, but Kova began pumping harder and faster. His fingers had to be cutting my skin, but I was too high on sex to notice. His hips smacked my ass so hard that I slid up the bed, and when he pulled out, I immediately felt the loss of him.

  Kova’s thighs quivered against mine and he made a strangled sound. Moving my hair from my face, I glanced over my shoulder as he came all over my back. His head was thrown back, his eyes were squeezed shut as white, warm fluid shot all over me, the vein in his neck straining. He had a vice grip on his dick, the tip of it purple as more exploded from him. His chest was scarlet as were the muscles in his arms from exertion.

  Kova was singlehandedly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. He leaned over and kissed my neck, his nose nuzzling me.

  “Malysh, that was incredible, I could not ask for better. Do not move. Let me clean you up.”

  I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow—he didn’t have to worry about me moving now.

  Kova returned with a damp rag and wiped my back clean, and the inside of my legs. Having him clean me in the manner he was, was slightly awkward but intimate.

  “Roll over.”

  I did as he ordered and he opened my legs and cleaned me there too. A look of relief eased across his face and I asked him, “What’s wrong?”

  He met my eyes. “I was worried I made you bleed with how rough I got, but there are only a few drops.” Dropping the rag to the floor, he climbed into bed and turned me to face him. I curled up into him and stared into those bright green eyes. Kova’s skillful fingers toyed with my hair, moving it around. Having someone play with my hair felt divine, but when it was after mind blowing sex, it was even better.

  A few minutes of comfortable silence went by when he sat up on one elbow and leaned over me. Rolling onto my back as his hands massaged my scalp, I fell into the intensity his eyes held and submitted myself to him.

  He whispered something in Russian as he leaned down, and just inches before my mouth, he spoke in English. “Adrianna, you are so beautiful.”

  Then he sealed his lips to mine and kissed me slow and deep. His thick tongue wrapped around mine, tugging as his hands never left my hair. He kissed me with passion, he kissed me with skill. Sliding a leg over mine, Kova climbed over my body and hitched my leg up around his hip. His growing length sat against my thigh, his knee pressed against my tender opening as all he did was kiss me senseless. With the weight of his body on mine, my heart was his in that moment. He consumed me, heart and soul.

  Breaking the kiss, Kova pulled away and I looked into his grave eyes. Cupping my jaw, he confessed, “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 didn’t know how to tell him no because no was not a thought in my mind. I was guided by the hazy bliss of post sex and all I could do was stare into his eyes. And if this was it—if this was the only night I had with him, I was going to take everything he wanted to give. No was not part of my vocabulary when it came to resisting him, but as far as tonight went, it didn’t exist.

  I think he knew my answer. His thigh was wet from me rubbing on him. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I had, but I felt one more climbing. My hips gently swiveled on his flesh, my lips parted and my nipples were hardening. I couldn’t refuse him, I didn’t know how when my body was on the brink of pure rapture.

  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, hitting the walls of my sex. Warmth seeped from between us, the heat of his orgasm coating my skin.

  Pulling back, he pressed my forehead to his. My hair was everywhere, shielding the sides of our faces while we breathed in the hot air. We panted into each other, connecting at the seams as awareness coursed through us.

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

  He cleaned me up once again and we lay in silence for a few minutes. My body was completely sated and my eyes were drifting closed when Kova spoke softly. “I could take you all night long and not get tired, but I need to get going.”

  My head was still a hazy field of desire consumed by lust. I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew he couldn’t stay.

  Getting out of bed, I slipped some clothes on while Kova dressed. Once we were at the door, he turned to me. Gently taking my jaw in his hands, Kova pressed his lips to my forehead, lingering for a few moments. He angled my jaw up and slanted his mouth over mine, giving me his softest kiss yet. He pulled me in closer and I stood on my tiptoes as my hands wound around his back while he kissed me with everything he couldn’t say. My heart soared through my chest, my emotions taking hold and grabbing onto him.

  “Please, I hate to say this, but tell no one about us,” his voice was a broken whisper against my lips.

  I shook my head. “I would never,” I promised.

  Then, he was gone.

  Bolting my door shut, my feet padded against the plush carpet until I was back in my room. Climbing between my sheets, I smelled Kova all around me. My mind
played like a movie on rewind and fast-forward. Everything processed quickly, starting with how the day began and then ended. If someone would’ve told me I was going to lose my virginity to my gymnastics coach, never in a million years would I have believed them.

  But it wasn’t like it was planned. He came to me, waiting and watching for the right set to form. And when it did, I just rode it in with him. Because just like the waves at the beach, once you start swimming at the curl, you have no choice but to take it all the way to shore. Otherwise, you get pulled down under and have to claw your way to the top to breathe.

  I hadn’t been inside World Cup for more than three minutes before I was surrounded by the sound of the apparatuses springing and the coaches yelling.

  Anticipation bubbled in my belly as images passed through my mind of the things we’d done a couple of nights before. I was nervous. I hadn’t seen him due to my schedule and his. I had no idea how he was going to act around me, and truthfully, I wish I could’ve called out just so I could avoid it.

  After I switched out of my clothes and into my leo, I put my stuff in my locker. Paranoia flushed through me as I walked down the hall and toward the gym. I tried to act as if nothing was on my mind and keep a straight face. But everything changed. And it was all I thought about.

  I lost my virginity to my coach. Though, I didn’t actually see him as my coach. I saw him as Kova, a man with buried emotions and a bittersweet past.

  A lump of trepidation sat heavy in my stomach. When my emotions and feelings got involved, everything melted away—his age, the fact he was my dad’s friend, the consequences of our actions if we were caught. It was just two people connecting. But being back in the place that brought everything into context forced me to come face-to-face with our actions.