Balance (Off Balance 1)

“Christ Almighty, you are so tight.”

“Kova, please.” He circled faster, licking his lips. I was so close to an orgasm I could taste it.

My hips rocked against his hand and I couldn’t stop. I wanted him to push farther in, but he didn’t, and I didn’t want to ask for more. If I was being honest, I was kind of scared for more. Not scared of what he was capable of, not scared he would cause me pain, but scared of the unknown, the future, and what he could emit from me.

And make me want again.

On the brink of release, I paused. Kova placed his mouth back on me and sucked, and thank God he did. The dense air suffocated us, my heart beat frantically in my chest while so many thoughts jumped around my head until the rising peak took over and I forgot everything.

I cried out, moaning. My hips propelled back and forth, rocking slowly in pleasure as the waves ripped through me. Clutching Kova’s wrist that was around my leg, I held on for dear life as I blew up from the pure rapture of his tongue, never wanting this moment to end. I groaned, and a deep sigh escaped my parted lips.

“That is it, malysh, give it to me,” he said, circling his thumb and pulling the powerful tremors from me. Once the orgasm faded, my hand loosened and my knees collapsed to the sides. I stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment, wondering how I could get Kova between my legs again. That was quite possibly the best feeling I’d ever had in my entire life.

I was utterly sated. Kova sat back on his hunches. Looking at him, his mouth was covered in my juices. So much so that I was embarrassed. He grabbed my little shorts and began slipping them back onto me. Once they were on, I sat up and scooted closer to him, noticing the massive erection tenting his netted shorts. He had to have blue balls.

When our eyes locked, I expected to see anything other than despair through the black webs surrounding his eyes. My brows furrowed, my stomach dropped. He hadn’t wiped his face yet but that didn’t stop me from leaning in and kissing him.

Kova held the back of my head to him as our tongues danced erotically slow together. I tasted myself on him this time, and it quickly turned me on. Again. My body warming, yearning for another orgasm.

I scooted over his hips and settled between his legs. I worried Kova would push me away, but he did the opposite. He held me close to his chest, in a lovers caress like he hated the thought of leaving me. He was warmth and comfort and my heart embraced him. As he tightened his arms, his erection strained against us. My hips began moving in slow waves against the hardness. Kova’s fingers dug into my head, desperation radiating from them. A growl tore from his throat and I whimpered, rocking harder, grinding until my clit hit him each time. I was almost there, so close again.

Kova leaned back and laid on the floor so I could straddle his hips. My hair caved around us, having come loose long ago. His erection was a different angle, and the tip slipped from his shorts and hit my belly button. He was hot and hard. I nearly melted into him, moaning in his mouth at the feel of his heated skin on mine, moving more frantically, feeling the orgasm burn below. His width hit every inch of my sensitive lips, sending me higher. He moved his hands from the back of my head to grip my hips and helped me rotate and grind into him, rolling my hips hard into his. He slipped a hand into my shorts and grasped my butt cheek, hard, hitching my leg up. The more I moved on him, the more his dick came out. I’d yet to see it and wanted to so desperately. I’d give anything to tear off our clothes and feel the real deal, feel my lubricated slit slide over him.

A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips. Kova growled, his length twitching between us. Little cries released as we feverishly kissed like untamed animals. Kova’s hands tightened, squeezing me as my toes curled under his legs. I rode him as an orgasm tore through me again. He rocked into me as a cry of pleasure left both of our lips. Kova groaned deep in the back of his throat, shaking beneath me while I rubbed myself all over his dick greedily.

Perspiration coated my skin as I floated back down to earth.

“Adrianna,” came out like he was struggling for air. Adrianna, not Ria. Kova loosened his hold. I responded by pulling back and meeting his pain filled eyes. My brows creased from the pinched looked on his face.

“Go, please,” was all he said.

I swallowed hard, agreeing. Standing up, I quickly headed for the door. Just before I left, I paused when a draft of cool air brushed my torso.

Glancing down, I saw my sports bra had a damp circle on it. I noticed a drop of liquid the size of a pearl on me. Confused, I touched the sticky substance, and rubbed it between my thumb and index finger.

I looked over my shoulder at Kova. He was seated on his knees, but the position of his body struck a pang in my chest. He was bent over, his elbows on his knees with his face buried in his hands.

His raging erection was gone and I put two and two together. He came, and he was mortified by it.

In that moment, I truly felt the weight of our actions. Looking at him physically hurt me. Any normal person would’ve ran in the other direction, morally disgusted by his behavior. Probably even tell someone of authority. But I didn’t, and I wouldn’t. Especially since I didn’t think it was disgusting.

After all, my dad was twenty-three years older than my mom. Age was just a number to me.

I couldn’t make eye contact with Kova when I walked in that morning. It was too awkward. Seeing the way I left him had been on my mind all night.

Broken.

When I pulled up to the gym, cars were already lined in the parking lot. The sun was peeking behind the building, the gloomy gray sky being pushed up. Sunrises used to be my favorite thing to watch when I was feeling down, and it just dawned on me I hadn’t seen one in months. A twinge in my chest resonated, a

sudden homesick feeling streaming through me once again.

Normally, I was one of the first to arrive, but not today. I’d been a few minutes late, and typically that would’ve bothered me and earned some rather colorful choice of words from Kova, but I was panicking about facing him, so I sat in my car for a couple of minutes to avoid him. I highly doubted he’d say anything to me anyway.

When I stepped into World Cup, I quickly went to my locker and undressed. I had on a simple black leo today. My hair was already pulled back into a ponytail, but I decided to add a couple swipes of mascara and a thin, black line of eyeliner. Voices drifted down the hall and my heart sped up the closer the footsteps grew. I shoved everything inside the metal locker and waited for them to pass before I closed it. Once they did, I quietly expelled a breath and left the room, heading to the gym.

My feet hit the blue floor and I made a beeline to the warm up area to start my morning stretches, adding in the ones Kova had taught me during our private sessions. I specifically ignored meeting his gaze, but his presence could not be disregarded. It was impossible. The hair on my skin rose and the back of my neck prickled. I knew he was on the other side of the gym talking with another coach from the boys’ team. From the corner of my eye, I could see Kova glaring at me, but I didn’t look over.

“Hey Adrianna,” Holly said, walking up to me. I plastered on a fake smiled.