Balance (Off Balance 1)

He sprang forward and tugged on the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me in a blinding move. I was exposed, completely bare to him. Kneeling before me, he spread my legs open and grabbed them, hauling them over his shoulders. My hips lifted clear off the mattress, hovering in the air.

“No,” I lied. What I really meant to say was yes, but telling him no did things to my head, and I couldn’t stop.

Kova threw an arm over my waist and locked me in place, my boobs rolled up, an

d if I wasn’t in such a state of crazed need, I would’ve been embarrassed by their placement. But I wasn’t.

Leaning down, he said, “You taste incredible.” Then he flattened his tongue and licked me from bottom to top. He flicked my clit and sucked on the swollen, little nub as I squirmed in his arms.

“I don’t believe you,” I whimpered. My body was flaming hot, my chest burning from pleasure.

“I could eat you every day and not get tired.” He penetrated my pussy with his tongue, ignoring my statement. With my hips elevated, an orgasm was quickly rising. Different angle, different position, I wasn’t sure why, and I didn’t care. I began moaning, succumbing to him in a bliss-filled state unlike any I’d ever experienced before. My hips slowly rolled into his mouth as he suckled and devoured me with momentum and skill. One of his hands shifted and moved to rub my clit. The sensitive, little nerves in my body combusted into a million tiny, silver stars.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. I almost cried from the sheer impact of it all. His thumb rubbed harder and faster as the pleasure zoomed through me, my hips bucked against his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. The vibration from his mouth, paired with the tingly heat when his teeth nipped, caused me to blow up. An orgasm erupted, slamming into me hard and tearing through me with pleasure previously unknown.

But Kova didn’t let up. He sucked harder, making slurping sounds as he took every last drop to the point where his tongue slid dangerously close to my ass to wipe me up. I couldn’t stop making little noises, crying out from feeling such sweet rapture that rocked through my body.

My heart, as my body, was wholly his.

Once the orgasm subsided, Kova carefully lowered my hips to the bed. I was spent, a complete pile of mush with my legs wide open.

My heart, the same.

Coming down from the most incredible high of my life, heated eyes scanned the length of my body and my nipples hardened. A predatory hunger consumed his features while he kneeled between my legs. My eyes leisurely trailed down his torso. Rigid muscle from hours spent honing his physique coiled his stomach, but it was the vein protruding from his abdomen and disappearing beneath his waistband that drew all my attention. He gave me such a look that made me feel sexy when he cupped his shaft and stroked it over his shorts.

I placed my arms out. I wanted him to come to me. I needed him.

Kova gave me the most erotic come hither grin right before he said, “Now let me show you how I land a dismount.”

Taunting me with his words and powerful body, his Russian accent blending with his hoarse tone made it almost unbearable. It was beyond physical at this point and had me on edge, nearly begging him to touch me more.

When his nose grazed my neck I whispered, “I like you, Kova.” I finally placed my hands on his back only for him to tense.

“What? What’s wrong?” When he didn’t respond, I could only assume it was from my honesty, and I said, “This isn’t fair. I’m getting tired of your hot and cold moods.”

He pulled back and raised a brow, his eyes hard and silent.

“Yeah, I get it, but one minute you want me and the next minute a switch flips and you get all weird. You’re giving me whiplash.”

Kova mumbled in Russian under his breath. His playful, seductive mood was gone and in its place was Coach Kova. Serious. Meticulous. Perfectionist. Dick.

Running a hand over his jaw, he said, “Your candor catches me off guard and I do not know why it does since we have been nothing but honest with each other.” He heaved a heavy sigh. Kova moved to get off of me, but I sat up quickly and grabbed his arm.

The urge to kick him in his balls, which I was sure were aching and blue, was stronger than ever. His eyes blazed. “You can’t get mad when I’m honest with you. It’s not fair to me or my emotions, or yours.”

“Not fair?” he scoffed. “What is not fair is that I want you when I should not. I want you all to myself,” he slapped his chest. “That is the truth. I want you to be mine and no one else’s. I want to do dirty things to you I should not even be thinking about. The images…” he broke off, and shook his head. “I visualize myself bending you over and taking you as hard as I can, knowing you will bleed and not giving a shit if you do. I want to see your eyes water while you deep throat my cock. Tie your hands behind your back as I take you to new heights you have never even imagined with the slap of my hand. The fact that you are sixteen and I am thirty-two, that is not fair. So you know what I have to do? I have to fuck my girlfriend the way I want to fuck you, I think about you while I am deep inside of her because I do not want to hurt you.” He paused, and said, “And most importantly because it is wrong and yet for some obscene reason, I love that it is. I thrive on the risk of getting caught, thrive on thinking of you while I fuck her. This was a mistake and I should have never let it happen again, yet I am glad it did.”

Commence ball kicking. He was purposely taunting me so I would fight him back.

“A mistake? Liar,” I spat between clenched teeth, angry that he’d dare utter those words. “You’re the one who put this into motion this morning at the gym, not me.”

Kova paused, his eerie stare hitting me hard.

“I am a liar?” Was a whisper on his breath.

“Yes, you are. I can see it in your blazing green eyes you’re worked up, the forbidden thoughts running through your head. It’s obvious in this too,” Kova sucked in a breath when I reached for his cock. “Tell me you don’t want me,” I said. His hand immediately gripped my bicep so hard it was possible I’d have a bruise in the morning.