When his nose grazed my neck I whispered, “I like you, Kova.” I finally placed my hands on his back only for him to tense.
“What? What’s wrong?” When he didn’t respond, I could only assume it was from my honesty, and I said, “This isn’t fair. I’m getting tired of your hot and cold moods.”
He pulled back and raised a brow, his eyes hard and silent.
“Yeah, I get it, but one minute you want me and the next minute a switch flips and you get all weird. You’re giving me whiplash.”
Kova mumbled in Russian under his breath. His playful, seductive mood was gone and in its place was Coach Kova. Serious. Meticulous. Perfectionist.
Dick
.
Running a hand over his jaw, he said, “Your candor catches me off guard and I do not know why it does since we have been nothing but honest with each other.” He heaved a heavy sigh. Kova moved to get off of me, but I sat up quickly and grabbed his arm.
The urge to kick him in his balls, which I was sure were aching and blue, was stronger than ever. His eyes blazed. “You can’t get mad when I’m honest with you. It’s not fair to me or my emotions, or yours.”
“Not fair?” he scoffed. “What is not fair is that I want you when I should not. I want you all to myself,” he slapped his chest. “That is the truth. I want you to be mine and no one else’s. I want to do dirty things to you I should not even be thinking about. The images…” he broke off, and shook his head. “I visualize myself bending you over and taking you as hard as I can, knowing you will bleed and not giving a shit if you do. I want to see your eyes water while you deep throat my cock. Tie your hands behind your back as I take you to new heights you have never even imagined with the slap of my hand. The fact that you are sixteen and I am thirty-two,
that
is
not fair. So you know what I have to do? I have to fuck my girlfriend the way I want to fuck you, I think about
you
while I am deep inside of
her
because I do not want to hurt you.” He paused, and said, “And most importantly because it is wrong and yet for some obscene reason, I love that it is. I thrive on the risk of getting caught, thrive on thinking of you while I fuck her. This was a mistake and I should have never let it happen again, yet I am glad it did.”
Commence ball kicking. He was purposely taunting me so I would fight him back.
“A mistake? Liar,” I spat between clenched teeth, angry that he’d dare utter those words. “You’re the one who put this into motion this morning at the gym, not me.”
Kova paused, his eerie stare hitting me hard.
“I am a liar?” Was a whisper on his breath.
“Yes, you are. I can see it in your blazing green eyes you’re worked up, the forbidden thoughts running through your head. It’s obvious in this too,” Kova sucked in a breath when I reached for his cock. “Tell me you don’t want me,” I said. His hand immediately gripped my bicep so hard it was possible I’d have a bruise in the morning.
“Worked up?” He bit back. “You do not know what worked up is. And that was only the cocktail hour. That was not even enough to whet my appetite.”
Christ, that hurt. If he wanted to play games, fine. I’d fight back how he wanted, anything for him not to leave.
“Oh yeah? Then why can I feel you growing in my hand, huh? I feel your
cock
getting bigger. Harder.” Leaning in closer, I lied and said, “Just like when Hayden’s cock grew in my hand.” Kova’s eyes took on an unnatural shade of green. I began moving my hand to rub him. “Tell me you don’t want it. That this was a mistake. That each time we were together was a mistake.”
“Why do you want this so bad?” his voice cracked. “Why do you push me?”
Biting my lip, my eyes softened with my heart at the despair in his voice. I shrugged. This back and forth was really starting to get to me. I could tell it was getting to Kova just the same.
“I don’t know, I just do. It’s a feeling I can’t explain. I like being around you, Kova. I like talking to you, I like your presence. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” I swallowed hard, praying my next words wouldn’t be thrown back in my face. “You feel it, don’t you? This connection? The chemistry? It’s why you keep saying it was a mistake, isn’t it?”
“You took the words out of my mouth.” He shook his head in disbelief, clenching his eyes shut over his admission.
A gentle smile eased my face when he opened his eyes and looked at me.
“You need to let go of me.” He groaned as I began working him through his shorts. His hips thrusting into my hand contradicted his words. “This is a dangerous game we are playing.”
His chest began to move—slower, deeper breaths he thought he was hiding from me. His hand loosened on my arm and slowly, very slowly, began to slide down to my wrist that stroked his erection.
“Fuck it.”
Kova reached for my chest and palmed my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. Groaning from the sharp sting that radiated throughout my body, I soaked it up. Pain and pleasure combined. A hidden desire stirred deep in my belly for more.
Rolling my lip between my teeth, I tugged at the waistband of his shorts and slowly slid them down his tapered hips. His stomach flexed against the backs of my fingers. A light dusting of hair came into view, followed by a thick, heavy shaft.
“Christ,” he groaned, fisting my duvet until his knuckles turned white.
I pulled his shorts completely off him and stared in bewilderment. Kova was rock solid, hard like his body, and standing tall. The sight of him splayed out caused a rush of excitement to coat my thighs. Goose bumps broke out over my skin, and it was then that it dawned on me just how much of a man Kova really was.
“How the hell does that thing fit in me?” I blurted out, and slammed a hand over my mouth. Kova chuckled, his shoulders relaxing, and he palmed his naked flesh.
“You would be surprised how easy I can work it in when you are wet.”
Reaching out with my hand, my thumb moved on its own accord, rubbing the prominent vein on his dick over and over and watching as it flattened under my pressure then expanded up once I released. Kova sucked in a breath. The sudden image of my tongue doing this had me jutting out my breasts, longing for his touch once again.
While I played with his penis and got familiar with him, I realized my hand was damp. Glancing down, I noticed a droplet at the head and moved to touch it. I slid it through the tips of my fingers, and Kova placed his hand over mine. I looked at him and waited. He began to move my hand over his erection, signaling me to squeeze tighter.
I picked up the pace and stroked him harder and faster.
“Yes…” he mumbled unintelligibly. “Like that.”
Leaning forward, my lips sucked at his neck. Kova fisted my hair, tugging my head back, and cupped my jaw before leaning in to steal a kiss.
His greedy tongue took my breath away. He released my hair, and his hands traveled down to my breasts where he palmed them both in a rough grip, making me moan. His thumbs ran circles over my puckered nipples, and I continued to stroke him. But it wasn’t enough for me—or him. I wanted to make him feel good, the same way he did me, but I’d never actually gone down on a guy before, let alone a man.
“Adrianna…” he panted. “Do you have any idea how bad I want this? Want you? I want to slide into you again and fuck you senseless. God, I want you to ride me.” His touch was everywhere, almost as if he couldn’t get enough. I loved the attention he was giving me. I wanted more, as much as I could take from him.
“You undo me,” he confessed. “You have played with yourself before, right?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
Kova jutted his chin up, but looked down through heavy lashes. “Touch yourself while I jack off.”
Looking down at the thick erection in my hand, I asked, “Can I do it for you?”
“Do what, Adrianna?”
I bit my lip. “Make you come the way you make me.”
His nose flared, and he paused. “No.”
“Why not? I want to.”
“I would rather you give yourself an orgasm while I watched.”
I leaned back and placed my hand on my tender sex.
Kova’s stomach flexed as he pumped into his hand. He was a thing of beauty and it wasn’t long until I started to feel that newly familiar ache burning in my belly. But I wanted to be the one doing that to him, stroking him. Sitting up, I got to my knees just inches from him. I grabbed Kova’s empty hand as he still towered above me and placed it in the V of my drenched thighs. He heaved a sigh. I peered into his lowering eyes and wrapped my hand around his cock, proving just how much I wanted to give him this pleasure. Needing more moisture, I spit into my hand the way I would if I were wearing grips, and returned my hand back to him. A low rumble escaped him and his chest expanded with a deep inhale.
Stroking him hard but slow, Kova’s lips parted with an audible sigh. He cupped the back of my head and leaned down to kiss me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He took control, and I liked it. A lot. More so than I probably should. He was wild, feral, and devoured my mouth with passion. The air was filled with sex and I swear I heard a growl.
“I’m close again…Put it in me,” I whispered against his lips. His thumb circled my clit and I was desperate to connect with him again, completely.
“God, I want to so badly. Anything to be deep inside your pussy again. To feel you clench around me.”
I whimpered, and his dick twitched in my hand. “You can, I said you can.”
“It does not work like that.”
“Please.”
“No…but keep doing that. Keep twisting the head a little tighter.”
“I want it.”
“With the way I feel right now, I will tear you up. No.” Then he said, “Do not stop…fuck, just do not stop.”
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, riding his hand. My hips began rocking on their own. His palm kept hitting my clit and I couldn’t get enough. I grabbed a hold of his bicep and he flexed under my arm. I was on the brink of tears from his taunting. Pure instinct took over and I climbed over his legs, positioning him at my entrance. Our eyes locked, and the moment he touched my opening I slid down. My lips parted as I felt myself stretch. Kova seized my hips to stop me from going down completely.
“This is not a good idea,” he held on to me. Biting my bottom lip, I exhaled against his chest. Kova lifted my chin to look at him. He shook his head, his eyes filled with something I’d never seen before.
“You are something else, you know that?”
He kissed me deeply, fueling the fire, and lifted me up and down on him a handful of times before he pulled out and grabbed his shaft.
“Fuck!” he yelled, his penis throbbing. His body shook and it pleased me. White hot liquid hit my stomach. It stuck to me, slowly dripping down my flat tummy. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I placed his hand between my thighs again. A gratified smile curved his sensual lips. I didn’t know who I was in this moment, or who I had become, only that Kova had brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. I came just moments later.
“Baby,” he said so quietly, but I heard it as he wrapped his arm around my lower back and held me against him. I relaxed and sighed into his body, inhaling his sultry scent that was now merged with our sex. My lips pressed to his neck, giving him little satisfied kisses. His dick throbbed against me as he continued to release himself all over me. And I mean, all over my stomach and thighs.
“This is why we cannot fuck again. You are too tight, it would hurt you more than it would feel good. I worried I hurt you last time.”
I got serious with him and pushed back. “Way to kill the moment, Kova. How do you expect that to change unless you fuck me again? Your size would hurt anyone.” I wasn’t actually sure about that since I hadn’t seen tons of penises before, I just assumed it, which I think he liked because his brows shot up and he grinned.
I smiled, happy I could draw such a reaction from him. Something shifted in the quiet air as we stared into each other’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what, but when Kova leaned in to kiss me, it was different this time. He was slower, more careful, and gentler. More methodic. It was a passionate kiss, one filled with more weight than meant to. I found myself falling into him, my heart opening up and holding on to him.
“I am enamored with you,” he admitted honestly.
I was beginning to fall hard for this man. And that wasn’t a good thing.
Breaking the kiss, Kova said, “Let us get you cleaned up.”
My heart stopped. “You’re not leaving yet, are you?”
He paused, looking to the side. “I have to leave soon, malysh.”
“I know, but just stay for a little longer, please.” I wasn’t ready for him to leave just yet after what we shared.
Kova nodded, and we climbed off my bed and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed two wash cloths, wet them, and handed one to him. As I went to clean myself off, he pushed my hand away and cleaned me himself. For whatever reason, my heart melted as I let him do it. He was gentle and sweet, and the caring look in his eyes tightened something in my stomach. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and used the same rag to quickly and efficiently clean himself, his eyes never leaving mine. We stood in silence and got dressed. This time I only wore boy short panties and a loose shirt. I pulled my hair into a ponytail when I was done.