“You were spying on me?”
He shrugged.
“He came over to watch a movie and that was it. You can’t prove anything.”
Hayden helped keep me focused. My friendship with him was really important and any time I was feeling too lonely, he was always there for me. He was the male version of Avery and nothing more, and I didn’t know how to get Kova to understand that.
“That is the beauty of it, I do not have to. I am the coach. No one will question my word.”
I shoved at his chest, tears filled my eyes and I could barely see clearly. “He’s not my boyfriend. I haven’t been with anyone other than you. I swear on my life, I haven’t. Don’t do this to me, please.”
“It is done.”
“No, it’s not.” I was going to be sick. “I hate you.”
“I would rather you hate me than want me.”
“I don’t want you.”
Lie.
He shook his head. “You do not get it, do you?”
Confusion set in my face and he answered my question. “I want
you
, that is what you do not seem to understand. But you
never
refuse me. So you hating me will make this easier for you, for both of us. I want you to hate me, so when I do try to come after you, you tell me no.”
My jaw dropped, a tear finally slid down my cheek. “So this is about you?” My voice low and crackling. How could you do this to me?
“Oh,
malysh
,” he said, his voice softening. His eyes glazed over and I saw the real truth. “You have what it takes. Your body is in perfect condition.” His hand skimmed up my thigh, cupping my ass.
“Then let me compete, please. I’m begging.”
“No.”
I was on the verge of a break down, my nails dug into him. “How could he do this to me? Please,” I cracked. “I’ll do anything. This isn’t fair, you’re sabotaging my career for the sake of yourself!” Kova ignored me, so I went in for the kill. “Let me compete in the meet or I’ll come forward with our relationship.” He didn’t even flinch.
“No, you will not.” His nose skimmed my neck and I shivered. I didn’t want to want him, but my body gave me away.
“If you do, it will look bad for you too. You will ruin your career.” His breath tickled my neck and I tried desperately not to react to it. I clenched his shirt in my hand, holding him and fighting him at the same time.
“You’re ruining it for me by holding me back. What’s the difference? Might as well go down in flames and take you with me.”
“You will be pulled out of gymnastics and your father’s name will be tarnished. Is that what you want after everything he has done for you?”
Guilt struck me. I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to shame my parents. Then something dawned on me. “You forget something huge.”
“What is that?” he asked, his lips dusting mine.
I looked directly in his eyes and said, “People don’t take lightly to rape. And everyone believes a girl who cries rape.”
Kova didn’t move, only his eyes widened a smidgen. He knew I was correct.
“That is where you are wrong, malysh. At sixteen, it is consensual.”
I bit at his lip, taunting him, because I’ve got him.
“You didn’t do your homework, but I did. It’s consensual if it’s from someone who
isn’t
under the care of a professional. Am I not under your care while training? Oh, and anything before I was sixteen is considered statutory rape. Your fingers penetrated me, just like your tongue did when I was fifteen.”
Kova said nothing, so I kept going. I knew I should’ve stopped, but I hurt and I was going for his throat. I was running on adrenaline from his expressions alone.
“We had sexual relations in
your
gym…in the dance room…in front of the rings…the therapy room…” My mother trained me well to smile with my eyes to get my point across. “Add me to the list or I’ll come forward with our relationship. I will cry rape,” I cemented.
Kova’s eyes dropped, darkening. “You think you can threaten me?” He gripped my jaw in his hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks. “I am not so easily swayed. Go ahead and try it though, watch how fast you fall. I have never been anything but strictly platonic with every other gymnast I have ever trained. I am sure they will vouch for me. You, on the other hand, I doubt seeing as you do not have many friends here. In fact, I would not be surprised if some of your teammates concoct lies to have you thrown off the team.”
“What do I have to lose since you won’t let me compete? Nothing.” I paused, letting that soak in. “I’m not afraid of you, or what could happen. I mean, you took advantage of an innocent
minor. A virgin no less. What was I to do?” I asked caustically, batting my eyelashes. “Let’s not forget about the morning after pill I’m sure was bought on camera.”
Kova ground his teeth, his jaw gnashing together, and I smiled sweetly at him with soft puppy eyes.
“Lies,” he whispered harshly. “I did no such thing, it was all you. You pursued me every chance you got and you know it. A man can only take so much before he loses his fucking mind and caves.”
“
No one
will believe you,” I bit back. “You know I’m right. After all, I was only fifteen.”
“You made all the first moves—”
“That’s a bullshit lie and you know it.” I stared hard into his eyes. “If you think I did, then why didn’t you stop me,
Coach
?”
He huffed, a half mocking smile displayed across his handsome face. “Not even a priest could have stopped you, or would want to at that, and you know it. You are not as innocent as you come across.”
“Excuses, excuses. You should’ve tried harder.” Testing him, I placed a flat hand to his chest, feeling his toned pecs clinging to his torso. My hips shifted into his, his hard length pressed into me as I cupped the back of his neck and angled my mouth in front of his. Taking a deep breath, I released it into his mouth. My tongue slipped out, dancing across his lips, but he didn’t move. This was how we worked—the more I fought back and aggravated him, the more he got off on it. The push and pull. It was our foreplay, the tension and indiscretion that brewed between us. Kova stayed stock-still. His fingers strained, desperately trying to stay where they were as they dug deeper into my body. This was way more than just sex between us and he knew it. It was a chemical reaction that couldn’t be stopped.
“I can take what I want, right? Isn’t that what you once said?” I asked quietly. His eyes narrowed to slits.
Hooking his top lip with the tip of my tongue, I pulled it between my teeth and sucked on it. As I did, my other arm came around his neck as I pressed against him. I nibbled on his luscious lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
Four weeks. Four weeks of no touching, no kissing, and now we were at it again. I’ve dreamed about this, fantasized often. Kova hooked my leg higher, smashing me into the wall as he kissed me like a starved animal. He was rough and raw, taking everything I offered. Momentarily, I forgot why I started this kiss when his hand slid to my throat and applied pressure.
I became instantly aroused from the weight on my neck and moaned in pleasure.
His eyes glazed over. “You like that, Ria?”
I nodded and said, “You’re supposed to resist.” But he ignored me and hiked up my other leg. My hips pressed into his and I sighed. “What do you want? I’ll do it. Anything to compete. Please, just let me compete.”
His tongue left a hot, wet trail around my neck and up to my ear. Panting, he said, “Funny thing is, I do not have to ask for anything at this point. I know you will just give it to me. I win either way.”
My back bowed, pressing my chest into his. I kissed his hungry, manipulative mouth. His calloused hand slid down between us and cupped my pussy hard, painfully hard, but I didn’t stop him.
The sad part was that I wanted him to want me, so I took it.
Tongues lapped furiously, delving wildly into each other’s mouths. I tightened my thighs around him to hold myself up, he snickered. I needed him. I needed the release I came to crave from him.
“You’re the one person who’s supposed to be pushing me, and now you’re standing in my way.” He huffed, and I became desperate. “If I let you have me, will you let me compete?” I asked huskily against his lips, praying he’d change his mind. I was willing to do anything to reach my goal at this point.
Kova fumbled with his shorts between us, his knuckles tapping my sex as he worked feverously to remove them. He pulled at the waistband and pushed it down just enough to pull his cock out, hitting my inner thigh. My legs trembled as a shiver sped down my spine. Hooking his fingers under my leo, he gave a good, hard tug and pulled it to the side. The elastic dug into my skin and I flinched.
“You will let me fuck you either way, and you know it.”
He was right, and I hated it.
“Now take a deep breath,” he said ever so quietly.
I did as he said. He palmed his length and slid right into me without a second thought to pass. My head whipped back from the rough intrusion and he covered my mouth with his to stifle my loud moan. I almost cried from the pleasure of the pain inflicted on me.
He pulled out and thrust in hard. He groaned, a vein pulsing in his neck. “Once again, you asked for it.”
“So what? Maybe I did. And you should’ve told me no,” I panted into him.
Kova pulled out and slid in slower, deeper, hitting the back of me. My lips parted from the ecstasy flowing through me.
“Be honest. Did you want me to refuse you, malysh?”
I shook my head, not that I needed to. He knew the answer.
“You want to get fucked, Adrianna, you will. And I have no problem doing it.” His hands gripped my hips hard, pushing me down on him. Kova thrust in deep and held it, stretching me wide. My jaw fell open and my eyes squeezed shut. Leaning in next to my ear he whispered, “I know where to touch you, how to make you come, how to make you come back for more.”
He was one hundred and fifty percent right. He knew my body, and knew I would come back for more.
Kova yanked down one side of my leotard and pulled my nipple into his mouth. By doing so, it locked my arm to my side. As if it were even possible, I felt myself becoming wetter, his cock sliding so easily into me that it worked me higher and higher, I could barely catch my breath.
“Are you going to try and threaten me again?”
I think he knew in the back of his mind I would never go through with my threat. Not yet at least. Instead of answering him, I said, “I’m close.”
“Good, so am I.”
“Let me compete, please.”
“No.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“You may hate me, but your pussy doesn’t.”
“Anyone with a
pussy
would react to you the same way I do.”
The climax I so dearly needed with Kova was about to come to a head. We kept going at it like caged animals. A shiver zipped down my spine, heating my body everywhere. Kova sucked on my neck, his tongue lapping and I whimpered, “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”
Kova seized my lips, nearly sucking the life from me as he fucked me with every ounce of strength he had. Our tongues collided with each other just as fast. I loved the taste of him, the feel of his body on mine, and I wondered if he felt the same about me.
“Feel it, malysh, feel it deep inside you,” he pulled out and thrusted back in. His cock twitched inside me and I squeezed him with my pussy. “Right there,” he groaned into my mouth and I nodded. I felt what he said, and I loved it. His hands came up and tangled in my hair, his breathing became heavy and I knew he was close to losing it. “God, I fucking love being inside of you. Love everything about being with you,” he admitted with a moan. His words seized my heart. “I love the pressure around my cock, the way your pussy squeezes me. You make me crazy. All I can think about is fucking you and watching you come. You are gorgeous when you come for me.” Chills flitted across my skin, because I loved it too. I loved his touch, his mouth, his arrogant, pushy attitude. I loved so much about him.
“I won’t orgasm if you won’t let me compete.”
“Like I care,” he said, then swiveled his pelvis into my clit, proving what a liar I was. “Funny thing is, I can make you come.”
“You’re nothing but a fucking asshole, you know that?” I panted into his neck as I held on for dear life.
“You are just now figuring that out?”
He knew exactly what my body needed, where to touch me and how to take me. Kova held my hips down on him just how I liked it, and we began to orgasm together when someone knocked on the door twice before barging in.
“Hey Coach—” Hayden said, his mouth gaping wide open.
The orgasm ripped through me as I locked eyes with Hayden. I couldn’t stop it from happening—and I didn’t want to. Kova tried to pull away, but I locked my ankles and squeezed him hard. I needed this orgasm and so did he. “Keep going,” I demanded, only for his ears while my eyes were glued to Hayden’s. I could only imagine what he saw, what he was thinking. Glossy eyes, rosy cheeks, and a man clearly thrusting into his friend. At least his pants weren’t down and it just looked like he was holding me here.