Balance (Off Balance 1)
“And what is this?” He asked coyly.
I paused, not understanding his question. He saw my confusion and reached down with his hand to cover mine over his growing erection. “What is this, Adrianna?” he repeated, and this time I understood when he squeezed my hand that was holding him.
Nervously, I bit my lip as my gaze wavered to his shoulder. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment once again at his question, unable to meet his gaze. I knew what it was, he knew I knew, but apparently he wanted me to say it.
“A penis,” I said quietly.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
His deep, quiet voice had my heart pounding as my breathing intensified.
“Eyes on me, Ria.” His commanding tone demanded my attention.
My eyes snapped back up, locking with his. “Dick. I want your dick.”
He grinned, and God, was he gorgeous when he did. The kind of grin that soaked panties and made them drop—like mine. It made me wonder if he actually had stayed away from mothers and gymnasts like he said. He squeezed my hand in his again, and I could feel him growing harder.
Kova’s head tilted to the side, his eyes flitted across my flesh. Leaning down, he placed his tongue on my collarbone and worked it up the curve of my neck. He pulled my skin into his mouth and continued until he hit my ear. God, what he was capable of making me feel.
“I want your tongue stroking me the way your hand is. Tell me, where is your hand, Ria?”
My lips parted. It was getting harder to breathe. There was no way to stop the shiver that racked my body from the feel of him on me, the way his words pulsated every vein in me.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the hot air trickling along my skin. “Try one more time.” He whispered it ever so slowly right next to my ear and my legs almost gave out. I felt silly saying the word I knew he was waiting for. I hardly ever said it, and not many of my girlfriends back home had either, but then again none of them were in pursuit of an older man.
However, the reaction I drew from him topped it all.
Breathing in, I stood on my tiptoes and boldly whispered in his ear. “Cock. I want your cock, Coach.”
He groaned hoarsely in my ear and it made my heart stammer. What was it about him that made me react the way I did to him? Kova’s body tightened, his strength felt under the tips of my fingers as he internally struggled with the words I spoke.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, and I loved that I caused it. Being in the grips of a man compared to a teenage boy is something all together different. It was an awakening.
“Exactly. It is my cock. And if you want it, you will have to learn to prove it to me. Do you want my cock?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.
“Say it again.”
“I want your cock,” I purred.
He pushed into me with his cock. “Again. And this time look me square in the eyes.”
“Cock. I. Want. It.”
“Adrianna…” he groaned, and then straightened. “Do you really think you are ready for a relationship of this magnitude if you cannot even use the word?”
I shook my head contradictorily and used the same line he used on me. “Tell me to stop.”
He said nothing, but by the harsh look in his eyes, I knew exactly what his silence meant.
I stroked his cock, adding pressure to the head and said again, “Tell me to stop, Coach.”
“Do not…”
My stomach tightened and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I didn’t want him to end this after we only just started, but I also didn’t want him to do anything he was opposed to either.
We stood inches apart, staring into each other’s eyes, desiring so much more but not taking what we craved. I may only be sixteen, but I could read his internal battle knowing what he should do as my coach, as opposed to what he longed to do to me as a man. One glance at his hard body coiled with restraint and the greedy look in his eyes said everything.