His paused for a moment and then moved with cat like reflexes.
His hand quickly slid all the way up the backside of my thigh so my leg was straight in the air and he was holding the back of my knee. There was a slight sharpness, a pulling on my hamstring, but it was nothing new for me. I was in an upright split after all.
“Square your hips.”
I grinded down. “I am.”
“No, you are not, Ria,” he spat back, tightness laced in his voice. “Are you really going to try me again?”
I shrugged. I honestly thought my hips were squared.
He glared at my blasé attitude. “I am not here to play games with you.”
“Who said I’m playing games?” I fought back with fire in my eyes.
Kova’s jaw ticked. Eyes said so much when words couldn’t. This position left me extremely exposed—and it didn’t take much to know he was thinking about sex.
I mean, I was. He had to be, too.
Kova was able to let go of my leg and because of his height it rested easily on his shoulder. He slid both hands to my hips, and this time he squared them off, shifting my foot at the same time so it was positioned correctly. Little things like this, incorrectly squaring my hips, were what held me back. My leg moved on his shoulder and I could feel his erection through his thin gym shorts...and I wanted it. God, I wanted to feel more of it. All of it. See it.
My mouth began to water, blood rushed through me like a tidal wave. We held still in a seriously compromising position with his dick pressed into me, hard. It felt so good that I wanted to rub myself against him.
“Feel it now?” he asked.
“No, it feels like any other stretch I’ve done before,” I lied.
He challenged me. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” I rotated my hips just a fraction, feeling the hard tip of him. “Oh God,” I murmured.
Kova flattened his hand against the underside of my thigh and pressed my leg up higher, off his shoulder, and I grunted.
Then, I felt it.
Oh boy, did I ever feel it.
Not only the pull in my leg, but his dick straining into my wetness. Letting out a loud breath, my eyes rolled shut in pleasure. He pressed my thigh back harder to meet my shoulder. His power over me was incredible. It took so little for him to hold me in this position.
I was at his mercy.
“Is it too hard for you to handle?”
When I didn’t answer, his other hand moved from the barre to my ass, gripping it. He shifted, settling deeper, locking me in as much as our clothes would allow. Kova didn’t hold back this time as his hips pressed into mine without a worry he’d hurt me. I moaned loudly, and my head fell back.
Jesus...
Kova answered my sigh by pressing my thigh back even farther, past my shoulder where it began to quake. I couldn’t take any more—I could hardly breathe. I wasn’t fucking Gumby here. My body was being stretched to an unnatural angle, yet this is what I needed. The pull was tight, almost painful as the muscles ripped, but I said nothing for multiple reasons.
My breath caught in my throat as his hand ran seductively down my leg and his lips landed on my clavicle. He peppered my shoulder and neck with little kisses. The barre was bruising my back from the weight of both of us pressing into it, but I didn’t complain. It’s what I wanted, so I took it all.
“Tell me to stop,” he croaked, breathing heavily. His hand crept down my back, shocking me as it slid into my shorts and touched my bare skin.
My lips were sealed, but if he looked into my eyes, he’d have his answer.
“Tell me to stop,” he repeated, almost begged, against my heated flesh.
“Don’t stop.”