I lifted again and this time he placed a hand under my calves and the other hand under my arms. I was shaking. Lifting a twenty pound dumbbell wasn’t really all that heavy, but in the position I was in, and how I was doing it, wasn’t so easy. Kova helped guide me slowly up and then down so many times my muscles were on fire.
“Remember to breathe.”
After another set, my arms were trembling.
“Okay. Let us take a break,” he reached for my arm and began massaging the muscle, shaking it out. His knuckles brushed against my ribs. His fingers kneaded the tissue deep and the sublime feeling took over.
With Kova still seated next to me, I was able to get a good look. I watched him, where his eyes were, the tick working in his jaw. I wanted so badly to ask about our kiss that night in the gym, and what it meant.
“Kova,” I whispered just for him. I tried to get his attention, but he wouldn’t look my way.
“Not now, Adrianna.”
“When?” He continued to ignore me so I said, “I’m not going to tell anyone.”
He shook his head incredulously. “There is more to it than that.”
“Please, look at me.” When he finally did, I said, “I swear.”
He shook his head in disbelief again, and murmured, “Do you understand the rules I broke? The fact that I could go to jail?”
“You wouldn’t go to jail, I looked it up. We only kissed,” I whispered, and looked around. “We didn’t do anything else. It was just a kiss.”
He stared at me in horror. “You do not see the problem because you are too young.” Then he stood, and by the look in his eyes, I instantly knew he regretted what happened.
“Grab my ankles and give me yours.”
I looked at him, perplexed.
“Put your hands around my ankles,” Kova said slowly, like I was hard of hearing. “And bring your legs up.”
Well, well, well. From this view, there was a lot to see, meaning Kova’s bulge. The outline from this angle made me picture what was inside his shorts and if he was wearing boxers or not. I could tell he wasn’t fully erect, yet still pretty large. At least I assumed he wasn’t erect and I knew he felt big, but I hadn’t actually seen it. My grip tightened around his ankles as I thought about how he stroked my pussy with it, a river of sensations streamed through my center.
“I am going to push your legs down, but you are not to touch the floor,” Coach said, breaking my forbidden thoughts. “I will push you side to side and straight out, but never let your legs hit the floor.”
“Got it.”
Kova threw my legs out and my back bent in desperation to keep my feet from touching the carpet. I gripped his ankles tighter, holding on in order to bring my legs back up.
“Snap them up,” he ordered. “Faster. I am taking time out just for you here.”
“I didn’t ask you to help me,” I gritted out.
“Adrianna, I am here to make sure each gymnast reaches their maximum potential, so if that means taking over for another coach, I do it. It is nothing personal.”
Nothing personal.
Screw him. I didn’t ask him for this. I could’ve stuck with Madeline but he wanted to step in.
When he pushed my legs to the side, my hips swiveled and I snapped them back, struggling a bit. It was harder than it sounded and my stomach flexed every time. And every time, I looked at his bulge and watched it bounce.
I was going to hell.
My stomach burned, like fire ants coating my flesh. My legs were beginning to bend as I pulled them up. I wanted so bad to ask for a break, but I knew better.
“I am tired of telling you to keep those legs together and locked straight.” He threw my legs down so angrily and fast I struggled to bring them back up. But they didn’t touch the ground and I was proud of myself for that. My nails dug into his flesh, I let out a gush of air when I pulled them up. He repeated the motion.
“It will only make me do this to you longer.”