Release (Off Balance 3)

Shifting, I hiked my leg up even further and cuddled the pillow closer to me. The material of the towel and thickness of the pillow pushed against my clit in just the right spot. My body lit up with hunger in response. I groaned at the pressure and tried not to move, but it felt too good and my hips rolled against it. My clit dragged down the uneven material of the towel, my pussy aching with the need to be touched. I did it again, and again, and the heat coursing through my body intensified with every thrust, making me even wetter with desire.

I squeezed the pillow to me, knowing I needed to stop, but wanting to roll over and climb on it too. I wanted to rub my aching clit all over the place where he rested his head at night and caress myself on it until I came. I pretended it was Kova's face I was riding and froze. I was so close to coming. My eyes clenched shut. I had to stop. This wasn't right. I was in his bed, but my hips wouldn't stop and I ground myself against the towel as I squeezed the pillow harder with my thighs, loving the friction and feeling like I’d die if I didn’t have more. My nipples puckered to hard points, the towel teasing the sensitive skin. Long, breathy sighs rolled off my lips, my moans echoing through the room. I wanted to come, and I desperately wanted to c

ome in Kova's bed.

Oh God. My body was flushed with heat. I rolled onto my back and pushed the blanket off but kept the towel on. I needed to stop this, but my hand was already under the towel, sliding through the swollen lips of my pussy and rubbing my clit. Hips bucking, I cupped myself as hard as I could, almost painfully, and undulated on a wave of euphoria. The towel slid off, exposing my body to the cool air. I moaned, climbing higher, when a sound outside the room caught my attention. I froze, my heart hammering. I looked to the side and found Kova standing in the doorway.

I gasped, breathing heavily, and yet I couldn't stop touching myself, especially now, with him watching me. I closed my legs and ground myself into my hand.

Kova pushed the door open fully and sauntered in. Our eyes locked onto each other like an imaginary force was pulling us together until he reached the side of the bed and loomed over me. His gaze darkened with a look I knew all too well. I bit my lip, embarrassed that I'd been caught.

His eyes blazed with lust and his tongue rolled over his bottom lip. Kova picked up the towel and tossed it to the floor. My hand was still tucked between my legs. He dragged the back of his knuckles alongside my thigh, softly and gently stroking my creamy skin. He opened his palm and skimmed my hip. He gave my hip a squeeze, and my back arched. My gaze dropped to his shorts, his obvious erection straining against the material.

"Please do not let me stop you," he growled.

My cheeks flushed and I swallowed. "How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to see you about to fuck my pillow." My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed again. I wanted to fucking die of embarrassment. "I would not have minded, you know. In fact, I wish you had. I was waiting for you to put the pillow between your thighs and climb on. You could have put your hands on the headboard so I would see your back flex and contract while you rode the same place I put my face every night. You could have rode it hard until you came." I continued to stare at him in silence, wanting to do just that. "Why did you stop?" he asked, still touching my leg.

"Stop what?" I all but panted.

"With my pillow. Why did you stop grinding your sweet little pussy all over it?"

I averted my gaze, trying to figure out how to handle this conversation. Kova wasn't mad, he was turned on and rock hard. His cock was even bigger now, my pussy instantly craving the outline of his thick length.

I whimpered and went with the truth, seeing as he liked hearing it. "Because I didn't want to leave a wet mark on it."

"You are not shy in front of me," he stated.

"No," I responded softly. "I think with anyone else I might be, but not with you."

Kova's jaw flexed, his nostrils flaring, his eyes hungering for more. Then, he shocked me.

"Do it. Touch yourself."

Chills rolled down my spine, my body flushing so hot I felt like I was on fire at the thought of him watching me. I wanted it. My heart hammered in my chest, my pussy soaking wet at the thought of actually doing it. Kova climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of me, his hands going to my knees to spread my legs…and I let him. His hungry gaze immediately went to my sex and I felt moisture seep out. His nostrils flared and he looked at me, his eyes heavy and dark. I pulled my knees up, showing him what he'd never have again, only for him to quickly lean down and give me one long, good swipe of his tongue.

"Oh God," I moaned, gasping as pleasure rocked through me. My back arched from the way he flattened his tongue.

"I have missed your taste on my tongue," he said, his voice guttural.

Kova shifted closer and placed a hand on each of my inner thighs. He glided them roughly up until he reached my bikini line, the anticipation that he'd go farther was so crazy I almost asked him to. Right before he reached my core, he squeezed my thighs hard. I let out a moan and when he did it again, I almost purred. His strength alone turned me on.

Reaching out with two fingers, I offered them to him. Kova hesitate to slip them into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around seductively, nibbling. I pulled back, but he tightened his grip and guided them to my sex. With our eyes locked, he pressed my two fingers to my clit, his index finger on top of mine, and circled it painfully slow. He stopped at the center of my clit and paused, then pushed into it. I dragged in a breath, lips parting as a shock of pleasure vibrated throughout my body. He circled, then pushed again, until I felt liquid run down my ass. Using the tip of his finger, Kova pushed mine aside and expertly caressed my aching clit.

And I let him. I couldn't stop him. His eyes were too hungry and my body craved his touch.

Kova circled a few more times, enough to leave me breathing heavily and my thighs quaking. Using my fingers again, Kova slid down with purpose until he reached my entrance. He stopped. I held my breath and waited.

Kova pressed on my entrance with all three of our fingers and I swallowed thickly. He inserted just the tips, caressing my walls, and then curled them. We both let out a strangled breath of hunger. He did it again, and again, pushing a little deeper each time.

"Kova," I whispered. Pulling our fingers out, a wet suction followed by a pop sounded in the silence of his room, and it was so damn hot to me. He yanked me up, and I flew into his chest and onto his lap, my knees straddling him. He had my wrist in a tight hold, our faces so close to each other. He wrapped his other arm around my back, cupping my ass.

Sucking my fingers into his mouth, I watched his tongue slip between the digits as he licked the clear liquid off. I purred, my cheeks tinged with warmth. Lips parting, chest rising and falling rapidly, I drew in a breath as I leaned toward his mouth.

His eyes flared with heat. "You have said my name three times now, which tells me your wall is finally fucking breaking down. I am not your coach. I have never been just your coach."

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