“You should be practicing control,” he whispered, angling only a breath away from my lips. His Russian accent was stronger than usual, and I liked it a lot. His erection grew harder and I loved it, loved that I caused it. The tension was stifling and my chest burned from the rapid beats of my heart. I wished he’d just kiss me already.
“But you are not practicing at all.”
“I asked for your guidance. Show me control and I’ll practice it.”
“You should step away.”
“I should? Or I need to.”
“Both.”
“And if I don’t? You told me to use you, remember? So here I am, asking.”
He paused, his lips curling in satisfaction. “After a workout, my body is weak, and my control sucks, Ria. I have no control now,” and then he slammed his mouth to mine.
A-fucking-men!
I whimpered into him. His lips were firm and bruising, much like his personality. My hands slid up his chest and I squeezed his shoulders, my nails scoring his skin. A flood of heat pulsed through my body, my hips rolled into his, feeling the hardness between them. Finally, we were touching the way we both secretly envisioned it.
At least how I have.
The tight grip on my arm moved to my waist, pulling me flush against him. His fingers threaded my hair, holding my loose ponytail in his hand. We didn’t stop moving our mouths back and forth. His plump lips were soft, pliable, coercing me to bend to his will. They were exactly what I imagined they’d feel like.
I wanted more. My body craved more, to see how far we could take this.
With a flick of my chin, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head and pressed him further into me. His hair was damp with sweat from working on the rings. He groaned, biting my bottom lip and pressed his hardness into my stomach. It was sexy as hell to hear him moan and I was desperate for the sweet sound again.
Sweet Jesus. Yes...
Screw the embarrassment over the sounds I was holding in. I moaned in the back of my throat, letting Kova know how much I liked this. I was hot, achy, and reached blindly for something I wasn’t sure of.
With a tilt of my head, I opened my mouth and gently pulled his bottom lip with my teeth. He clutched me to him hard, his fingers dug into me and he exhaled into my mouth. Hesitantly, tracing the seam of his lips, I slipped my tongue inside. A soft whimper escaped me. The taste of him was as sweet as candy, and cool with the hint of vodka I’d smelled earlier.
Just as I was getting comfortable with him, Kova stiffened. Shockingly, he pushed me away and covered his mouth, uttering a string of Russian curse words hidden behind the back of his hand.
The hurt in my eyes could not be contained from the sudden ache he just caused in my heart. Glancing down, I eyed the mat.
“Shit,” he muttered, followed by something in Russian again. “Adrianna, I am sorry.”
I was confused. “It’s okay.”
“No, it is not okay. I should not have let this happen, let anything happen for that matter. Like the other day after you straddled the beam. It was wrong of me.” His stomach hardened to granite with each hard breath he drew in. “Do you know how wrong this is?”
My head snapped to his. “Wrong? How is it wrong? I don’t understand. It was just a kiss.”
Appalled, he looked at me sharply and I flinched. “Do not look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you are hurting, upset. It...” he stammered, “affects me more than I care to admit.”
Rolling my lip between my teeth and releasing it, I said, “I am upset. It isn’t like you’re hurting me, or forcing me to do anything I don’t want. I don’t see how this could be so wrong when it feels so right.” I sighed dejectedly. “I didn’t want to stop.”
“You are not making this any easier.” Then he strode toward me and crushed his lips to mine.
Kova wrapped an arm around my back and hauled me to him, his fingers trembled beneath his touch. It was obvious he struggled with what he shouldn’t be doing. But there was no denying the way he held me, the way his passion and emotion oozed into me. He wanted me. The hard length pressing against my stomach was evidence.
Our tongues collided, heat flared between us. They wrapped around each other, grabbing and fighting, twisting with desire. My God, the man was a skilled kisser and knew exactly how to tangle his tongue with mine and tug, stroking it simultaneously. My body tingled in his hold. This kiss was unlike any other I’d experienced in the past. He was untamed and wild and it made me want to feel every inch of him.
“Adrianna...” He growled against my mouth before he kissed me again.
“Shhh, I’m practicing control.”
“This is control?” He chuckled between kisses and I realized how much I loved his laugh.
I replied by searching for his tongue again and sucked on it. Kova’s fingers dug into my back before skimming down to my ass. Cupping me, he hiked me up and my legs automatically locked behind his back. “You’re so light,” he said when I nearly slammed into him. I gripped his shoulders for support. His body shook as he held me, fighting to hold back, and I loved it. I loved how strong he was, how he could do anything to me, and I’d let him.
Slowly, Kova turned around with me in his arms. He walked a couple of feet and pressed me up against a tall spotting block that shielded us from the front window of the gym. Darkness surrounded us and gave way to the illicit act. He leaned against me and the softness of the block pressed into my back. His erection strained between us, long and hard, the back of it rubbing against my clit. I sighed, and his eyes lowered at the wispy sound that escaped me.
“Adrianna...” he said, his voice thick and husky. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped me with power. There was a real struggle to resist around his eyes that made me almost break contact with him. I wanted so badly to ask him what he was thinking as he searched my face, his breathing deepening by the second. But the fear of being rejected was high, so I didn’t.
Instead, I pulled him closer. “It’s okay, no one can see us.”
My body was simmering with rapture, and he began to move my hips ridiculously slow, up and down. I skipped the panties, so the only barriers between us were my paper thin yoga capris and Kova’s usual basketball shorts. The thought of too much clothing passed through my mind, but the friction was just perfect as he stroked his dick against me. I rotated my hips up to feel the pressure against my sex. As he glided against me even more, a breathless whimper escaped.
“Kova...” I whispered when his lips touched my neck, the dusty shadow of his beard scraped along my skin. His hips moved against mine.
“You are missing the point. I am your coach, and a man. You should be repulsed by me.” The ache in his voice hurt my chest. “Girls your age do not look at men like me. You are supposed to like guys from boy bands or something.”
A smile caressed my lips. I shrugged. “Quite the opposite actually.”
Placing my hands on the back of his neck, my fingers threaded his hair and a rumble sounded in the back of his throat. I was getting hotter by the minute. Kova didn’t break his stance and kept on rolling his hips into me. My orgasm was climbing higher and I wondered if he was close to having one too.
“God, that feels amazing,” I cried out. Even in the dim lighting I could see every rigid plank of muscle from this angle. My fingers timidly trailed over his chest, skating down his arms. My back bowed and Kova hissed.
“Adrianna.” His tone disagreed with himself and his body contradicted his words.
I could tell his conscience was weighing heavily on him as his nails dug into my skin and his breathing became ragged. As selfish as it was, I didn’t care or really give it much thought to how he felt. I didn’t even try to bring this to an end. Instead, I opened up the gates and gave him free access to do as he pleased.
Kova tilted his head down and slammed his mouth to mine. He kissed me hard and inhaled like he was trying to breathe me in. My arms wrapped around his back, my hands kneading him roughly. He continued like he was a starved man in need of vitality. My heart bloomed inside my chest and I loved it. I loved that he wanted me.
I broke the kiss. “I want to touch you.”
He swallowed so hard his jaw flexed. “I guess we are both learning control tonight,” he quipped, shaking his head. His tongue slipped out to lick his lips. I wanted to look and feel every inch of him, to watch him respond to my fingers, to see the rise and fall of his muscles.
“I cannot stop kissing you,” he admitted. Kova leaned down and took my mouth with a growl, nipping and biting. This time though, much slower. Like he was savoring me.
I never dreamed a kiss could be so sensual.
Kova’s tongue was dangerous. No, he was dangerous. I was shocked by how slow he could kiss. He was precise and seductive. And it was erotic—torture. He knew how to bring a girl to her knees with just the touch of his lips.
With a kiss like this, he could have anything he wanted.
He groaned into my mouth, much louder this time, a vibration rumbling against my chest and I scratched his back. It made me feel more like a woman knowing I could draw this sound from him. His length hit the spot between my thighs and I melted into him, rubbing myself on him.
Heaven help me now.
A million sparks went off inside of me, goose bumps coated my skin as an orgasm shimmered through my body.
Unlocking my legs, they slid down his hips so I could stand on tiptoe. He bit my lip and tugged it into his mouth when I stepped to close my legs, trapping his penis securely between my thighs. The waistband of his shorts angled down and my eyes fought to get a better look. There was no denying that Kova was hard and
really
big. His hands trailed up to my nape, my stomach clenched at how rough he fisted my hair and tilted my head back. I moaned loud enough for him to hear, letting him know how incredible the sensation was. The tight hold he had on me coupled with his thickness felt unbelievable. It was doing things to my head. My hips rolled into his, needing more. We were at the right height when he started rubbing my swollen flesh with his. I gasped, clutching him to me, pleading for him not to stop.
“Oh, fuck. You like that. Tell me you do not like it.” He begged against my mouth.
“Yes, just like that.” And I did. I loved it.
Another orgasm was brewing, soaring from the growing friction. My hands were everywhere on him, drowning in the sensations surrounding us. A fiery concoction of heat and craving swept through me. He kept hitting that one tender spot, and if I arched my pelvis into his, I’d get a better angle.
Sweet Jesus, I was ready to combust.
Inhaling his sultry blend of cinnamon and citrus scent, Kova’s hand cupped the back of my head and guided me to his chest. I took note in how his hands stayed above my shoulders the whole time, like he was afraid to touch me anywhere else. I dropped little kisses to his heated flesh, tempted to run my tongue over his nipple.
Glancing down his stomach, the waistband of his shorts pulled forward even more and I was able to get a peek at his black curls.
I couldn’t resist. I delicately traced his tattoo with my middle finger, circling the rings. He inhaled and watched my fingers. I pressed my hands to his abs, feeling every rigid abdominal muscle until I reached his hips. Kova held still as he allowed me to explore his body. My nails grazed the indentation toward his groin, dipping lower until a softness touched my knuckles. His stomach flexed in response. Kova swiftly gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“No, Ria.”
I pursed my lips together, unhappy with his decision.
“Adrianna, we need to stop.” I ignored him since I didn’t agree, but he pressed on. “It is hard for me to control myself when your hands are on my body like this...” His eyes darkened and he licked his lips.
“Don’t stop just yet. I want...I want to...” I trailed off.
“To what?”
My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I looked at him coyly. “To have an orgasm like this.”
A low growl escaped him. “What I would give to feel the real thing, to feel you on my cock.”
SWEET JESUS! MOTHER OF ALL GODS.
He just said that.
To me.
And I didn’t know how to respond.
My heart pounded against my ribs, and despite how scorching hot I was, I shivered from the searing heat that zipped down my spine when he looked deep into my eyes.
Kova whispered in Russian and clenched his eyes shut. I loved when he did that. It was so sexy. “Imagine the pressure building between your hips, the tightness,” he groaned. “Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around my cock. So tight...”
“Kova,” I breathed, almost gasping for air. I was about to combust. Who knew dirty talking could be so hot. Never, had I ever, had anyone talk to me like that before.
“I...want...yes...” I couldn’t find the words, so I let my actions do the talking. I dug my nails into him again, scoring his skin as I struggled with temptation. Poor guy was going to have nail marks all over him.
I was so close, and I think he knew. Kova began stroking me with himself, bringing me higher and higher. His hands clenched around my hips, pulling me forward and then back. I had a sudden image in my head of throwing him to the floor and jumping on him. I gripped the back of his biceps and shook with need. My head dropped to his chest and I released a heated breath against him.