Balance (Off Balance Book 1) (29 page)

“Look at me,” he demanded. “Tell me how you feel, I need to know you want this.”

I looked up and met his gaze. “Good. Too good,” I panted.

“You want this? You like how you feel?”

I nodded rapidly.

“Do you want me?” he asked, pressing against my center so hard I whimpered.

I nodded again, reaching for his mouth with mine.

“Good. I like that you want me,” he said with a wicked grin that matched his eyes.

Once again, my hands went everywhere when our mouths locked together. They moved to his backside where my fingertips dipped into the waistband of his shorts, feeling his warmed flesh. I wanted to push in more, but I was nervous. Another groan left his mouth, my thumb skimming his pelvis near his groin again.

“Do it,” he ordered.

Do what, I wasn’t sure. And I think he could read my mind when he grabbed one of my wrists and moved it to the front of his pants.

“Do it,” he ordered again, his voice husky. “Touch me.”

There was no way I could resist his command. I was high on Kova. I couldn’t think straight, only that I would do anything he told me to do at that point. Swallowing hard, I teasingly traced my nails along his shorts.

“Inside. Put your hand inside my pants,
malysh,
and touch my cock. Feel what you do to me.” He finished the last sentence with pride in his voice.

I slipped my hand inside and felt fine, little hairs thread through my fingers as I shyly reached for him.

“That is it, keep going,” he said in a guttural voice
.
“A little farther. Do you want to come?”

I nodded eagerly, because, hello, there was no other possible response.

“Then put your little fingers around my cock. Stroke it hard. You know you want to.”

Truthfully, I was kind of afraid to keep going. Not afraid of Kova, but because for the simple fact I had no idea what to do when I reached him. I mean, my friends talked about it, I knew, but I’d never done any of it myself.

“Go ahead,” he encouraged.

Desire to please Kova took over. I didn’t want to show my inexperience, so I did as he commanded and wrapped my hand around his erection. His skin was soft as silk yet his dick was as hard as granite, not at all what I expected. I kind of liked the velvety soft smoothness. My fingers curved around his meaty tip and a sticky moisture slipped through my fingers.

“Like that...just like that. Keep going,” his voice cracked, hips moving. His hands reached above my head and gripped the edge of the spotting mat. “I am about to come in my pants,” he openly admitted. Interestingly enough, so was I. “Right there,” he whispered. Reaching down, he clutched my ass and hitched my knee around his hip.

I imagined what I thought would feel good for him; I stroked him from tip to base, twisting my wrist. Inaudible sounds laced with pleasure were coming from him. He was...thick. Heavy. Large. Kova devoured my mouth, kissing me so hard I was sure I tasted blood. His body was a rolling wave crashing into me and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was how he had sex. Because if it was, well, fucking sign me up. He could have my virginity any day.

“Use your other hand,” his hot breath tickled my neck. “Cup my balls and play with them.”

Wanting to please him, I reached inside and the elastic of his shorts stretched open. His balls were heavy and firm, similar to his shaft. I couldn’t stop staring at his body from this angle, the defined lines of his muscles, and the movement of my hand. The brute strength he yielded. The sensuality of it caught me off guard, a flush of ecstasy hitting me hard. My hands caused his shorts to push down and I became needy. I wanted to sneak a quick look at his dick, but the overwhelming desire to have an orgasm hit me hard. I moved to angle myself so I could rub up on his length, but his hand landed on my pussy, hitting the tiny bundle of nerves.

“Oh, my God,” I cried out when he began rubbing me vigorously, my hand pausing for a second. “Yes...” I purred, my head rolling back.

He growled. “Christ. You are soaking wet. Fuck my hand,” he rubbed me in rough circles. My leg supporting me became weak as my orgasm climbed. I strained on my toes, thrusting my hips back and forth all while jacking him off.

“That is a good girl,” he said when I used the moisture that seeped from his tip to coat his penis. He twitched in my fingers. I’d given myself plenty of orgasms in the past, so I figured he would like this. “Come on my hand.”

I didn’t think anyone could come on demand, but I was sure as hell going to try. He rubbed faster, harder, hitting my clit. My breathing labored and I felt a flame ignite within.

Just as I was about to reach that pinnacle of ecstasy and combust, a sound echoed in the distance and I froze. It was delicate and far away, but I’d heard it.

“Kova?” A honeyed voice called out.

Oh, my God. We both paused instantaneously. My heart dropped into my stomach, my throat closing up. Kova had gone ghostly white himself.

“Katja,” he whispered, wide eyes looking down at me. Heels click-clacked against tile while Kova looked around, his eyes landing on the foam pit next to us.

“Jump in there and hide. Wait a bit and then sneak out.” I nodded frantically. Kova looked disoriented. He kissed my forehead then pushed his dick down and quickly regained control. He thrust me toward the pit where I jumped in and hid. I shimmied myself lower to conceal every part of my body. I hated the pit. It was great for practicing new release skills or landings on a high bar, but it smelled terrible, probably due to all the sweaty bodies that fell in here daily. Plus, it wasn’t so easy to pull yourself out of ten feet of blue foam squares.

Nestling down, I panicked when I heard Kova’s voice. “Katja?”

“What are you doing here so late?”

“It is my job to be here, Kat,” he snapped angrily, picking up his shirt from the ground. He looked to the left and our eyes connected. I shimmied down more. “Have you not figured that out yet? After all these years that I need to be here?”

I pulled back at the sound of his insensitive voice.

“You never spend time with me anymore,” she whined. “I miss you.”

Kova sighed and began walking away from me. “What do you want from me? I am doing the best I can.”

“I want you to spend time with me, but you are always here. You know I have no family. I am lonely.” She paused and said, “I thought we were going to talk about our future tonight? You said we were. I cooked dinner and waited for you, but you never showed. You did not even call.”

His voice grew more distant and he scoffed. “I wish you would understand there are going to be days when I need to work late, days when I need to work out to relieve the stress and pressure of everyday life. I work so you do not have to, therefore no stress for you,” his voice boomed furiously. “I have not heard you complain about your days lounging around by the pool or going shopping whenever you feel like it.”

My heart hammered in my chest. I thought back to the argument they had at his house. I would’ve never guessed there was still any strain between them, and now I was more curious than ever to find out why.

“Why am I even here? I came to this country for you, but all you want to do is spend every second in the gym. This is not what we agreed to,” she yelled back. “My time is running out.”

Kova began sounding off in Russian, his voice heated and muffled as they moved farther away. I couldn’t make out the low rumbling between them before a door slammed shut and I flinched. Probably from Kova. It echoed throughout the gym and I was left alone.

Once again he left my mind confused, and now my body ached for the orgasm he failed to give me. I waited a good five minutes before I climbed out, found my hoodie, and left.

N
early an hour after my first kiss with Kova, I was home. And I was still aching, swollen, and aroused.

Between the material of my pants and throbbing wet lips, I was heightening by the second. The urge to finish myself off was strong. I’d been so close to release until Katja showed up, and judging by how heavy Kova was breathing, I’d say he’d been close too.

Once inside my condo, I couldn’t get to my bedroom fast enough, stripping off what little I wore along the way. I climbed into the center of my bed and brought my knees up and spread my legs wide. My hand immediately went to my sex. I sighed as I slowly circled my clit. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been so desperate to come. As visions of Kova entered my mind, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

My hand glided against my bare pussy, the same hand I touched him with. It had been a first for me. I thought of his soft skin beneath my touch. His hard cock. His dirty words.
“What I would give to feel the real thing, to feel you on my cock.”
Little moans vibrated in my throat as the friction from my fingers took me higher. God, I needed to come. I shivered as I remembered the feel of his mouth devouring mine. Our tongues tangling and teeth nipping at lips. Beads of sweat broke out across my skin as my orgasm climbed, reaching that point of no return.

Rolling over, I pressed my stomach to the bed and began riding my hand. I thought about how he told me to fuck his hand as I was fucking mine right now. My hips lifted in the air and I rubbed faster, remembering the way his penis stroked me through my clothes. The comforter felt cool against my hardened nipples. The weight and pressure, divine on my clit, and I moaned into my sheets. Slipping a small finger inside my pussy, I went in just enough and rocked back and forth, creating a firestorm of pleasure that was just seconds from erupting from me.
“Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around my cock. So tight...”
Sweet Jesus, I wanted to come all night, as many times as I could, to the beat of Kova’s hand and erotic words. I’d do anything for it to happen with him.

Shit. This was wrong on so many levels. I shouldn’t be thinking of him in this manner. But I couldn’t stop. An orgasm ripped through me so violently I shook from the gratification zipping down my body. My eyes squeezed shut and I felt Kova’s touch in place of mine and pretended I was riding his hand instead, coming harder than ever. A loud rush of euphoria escaped me and I cried out, sighing breathlessly while the orgasm carried on.

Turning over, I swept my hair away from my face and caught my breath. My breathing evened out. I was completely sated and didn’t want to move. I couldn’t believe how something that felt so deliciously good could be so morally wrong.

Clearly, we both weren’t thinking straight to let something like this happen. It was beyond dumb and careless, not to mention we could’ve gotten caught. My heart nearly stopped when I’d heard Katja’s voice. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what the repercussions would be.

I debated calling Avery. I wanted to tell her everything that happened but was hesitant, given the nature of the situation. It probably wasn’t the wisest idea, even if she was my best friend and we told each other everything. This was a totally different scenario. Totally different. I needed to talk to someone though, and she was dating an older guy at the moment, which her parents had no idea about, so she really was perfect. I needed to get my thoughts together first and the lies I would need to tell her. Because let’s be real, there was no way in hell I could admit it was my coach.

After I took a quick shower and got dressed, I grabbed my cell and dialed Avery’s number, but after one ring it went straight to her voicemail.

Holy hell, she just hit the fuck you button on me.

I called her again. It was nearly eleven at night, so I knew she was home. Bringing the phone to my ear, it rang twice and then went to voicemail. She did it again!

Me:
Pick up your phone, b. I need to talk to you. I know you did not just hit the fuck you button on me.

The fuck you button was just the decline button on the phone. When I caught my boyfriend cheating on me last year with a mutual friend of ours, I dumped him immediately. He was devastated and regretted it, or so he said, and wouldn’t stop calling me. One day, Avery grabbed my phone and yelled, “FUCK YOU!” and clicked decline. We laughed so hard and it stayed with us ever since.

BFF:
I’m w/bf! Shhh...give me 5

Her older boyfriend, the one I knew nothing about. Finally, forty minutes of stewing later, my phone flashed with a picture of Avery and me.