Balance (Off Balance 1)

“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.