Balance (Off Balance 1)

He huffed, a half mocking smile displayed across his handsome face. “Not even a priest could have stopped you, or would want to at that, and you know it. You are not as innocent as you come across.”

“Excuses, excuses. You should’ve tried harder.” Testing him, I placed a flat hand to his chest, feeling his toned pecs clinging to his torso. My hips shifted into his, his hard length pressed into me as I cupped the back of his neck and angled my mouth in front of his. Taking a deep breath, I released it into his mouth. My tongue slipped out, dancing across his lips, but he didn’t move. This was how we worked—the more I fought back and aggravated him, the more he got off on it. The push and pull. It was our foreplay, the tension and indiscretion that brewed between us. Kova stayed stock-still. His fingers strained, desperately trying to stay where they were as they dug deeper into my body. This was way more than just sex between us and he knew it. It was a chemical reaction that couldn’t be stopped.

“I can take what I want, right? Isn’t that what you once said?” I asked quietly. His eyes narrowed to slits.

Hooking his top lip with the tip of my tongue, I pulled it between my teeth and sucked on it. As I did, my other arm came around his neck as I pressed against him. I nibbled on his luscious lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

Four weeks. Four weeks of no touching, no kissing, and now we were at it again. I’ve dreamed about this, fantasized often. Kova hooked my leg higher, smashing me into the wall as he kissed me like a starved animal. He was rough and raw, taking everything I offered. Momentarily, I forgot why I started this kiss when his hand slid to my throat and applied pressure.

I became instantly aroused from the weight on my neck and moaned in pleasure.

His eyes glazed over. “You like that, Ria?”

I nodded and said, “You’re supposed to resist.” But he ignored me and hiked up my other leg. My hips pressed into his and I sighed. “What do you want? I’ll do it. Anything to compete. Please, just let me compete.”

His tongue left a hot, wet trail around my neck and up to my ear. Panting, he said, “Funny thing is, I do not have to ask for anything at this point. I know you will just give it to me. I win either way.”

My back bowed, pressing my chest into his. I kissed his hungry, manipulative mouth. His calloused hand slid down between us and cupped my pussy hard, painfully hard, but I didn’t stop him.

The sad part was that I wanted him to want me, so I took it.

Tongues lapped furiously, delving wildly into each other’s mouths. I tightened my thighs around him to hold myself up, he snickered. I needed him. I needed the release I came to crave from him.

“You’re the one person who’s supposed to be pushing me, and now you’re standing in my way.” He huffed, and I became desperate. “If I let you have me, will you let me compete?” I asked huskily against his lips, praying he’d change his mind. I was willing to do anything to reach my goal at this point.

Kova fumbled with his shorts between us, his knuckles tapping my sex as he worked feverously to remove them. He pulled at the waistband and pushed it down just enough to pull his cock out, hitting my inner thigh. My legs trembled as a shiver sped down my spine. Hooking his fingers under my leo, he gave a good, hard tug and pulled it to the side. The elastic dug into my skin and I flinched.

“You will let me fuck you either way, and you know it.”

He was right, and I hated it.

“Now take a deep breath,” he said ever so quietly.

I did as he said. He palmed his length and slid right into me without a second thought to pass. My head whipped back from the rough intrusion and he covered my mouth with his to stifle my loud moan. I almost cried from the pleasure of the pain inflicted on me.

He pulled out and thrust in hard. He groaned, a vein pulsing in his neck. “Once again, you asked for it.”

“So what? Maybe I did. And you should’ve told me no,” I panted into him.

Kova pulled out and slid in slower, deeper, hitting the back of me. My lips parted from the ecstasy flowing through me.

“Be honest. Did you want me to refuse you, malysh?”

I shook my head, not that I needed to. He knew the answer.

“You want to get fucked, Adrianna, you will. And I have no problem doing it.” His hands gripped my hips hard, pushing me down on him. Kova thrust in deep and held it, stretching me wide. My jaw fell open and my eyes squeezed shut. Leaning in next to my ear he whispered, “I know where to touch you, how to make you come, how to make you come back for more.”

He was one hundred and fifty percent right. He knew my body, and knew I would come back for

more.

Kova yanked down one side of my leotard and pulled my nipple into his mouth. By doing so, it locked my arm to my side. As if it were even possible, I felt myself becoming wetter, his cock sliding so easily into me that it worked me higher and higher, I could barely catch my breath.

“Are you going to try and threaten me again?”

I think he knew in the back of his mind I would never go through with my threat. Not yet at least. Instead of answering him, I said, “I’m close.”

“Good, so am I.”