by Lucia Franco
Oh God. My heart could only handle so much.
"Adrianna…" He groaned, thrusting deep enough to make sure he caressed my clit.
My eyes rolled shut and I melted in his hold. I locked my ankles around his back and his mouth tickled my neck. His sweat pants were still on, only partially pulled down.
"Just shut the fuck up and stop talking," he said.
I struggled in his hold, trying to push him away. He was harder than ever, and the sad part was that I was so wet he was sliding in without resistance.
"You do, don't you," I said, grabbing his hair and pulling it. Such a girl thing to do, but I needed something. "You just unload your dick whenever you please. A drop and run kind of thing."
"No," he said below a whisper, and for a second, I thought he sounded hurt. But then I realized who I was talking about and that he didn't get hurt very often.
Grabbing my wrists, he stretched them above my head and pinned them to the door. His cock jerked inside of me and hit just the right spot. A delicious spot. My chest pushed out and I exhaled a breath. He knew the game he was playing, and I was ready to fight. But then he looked at me and his gaze surprisingly upset me, because he actually appeared hurt. I frowned.
I was seething and yet he was still thrusting into me. "I bet you fuck her bare because the perfect amazing Kova can't be bothered with condoms."
He drew in a long breath. "Never. I wear a condom every time."
A dark laugh escaped my throat. "Yeah, right. You actually think I believe you?"
"I bought them when I bought your Plan B."
Oh, he didn't. He did not just say that.
I resisted in his hold, struggling. My thighs squeezed around his hips, and I clenched his length. Kova's pupils dilated and he surged into me. We both held our breaths, our mouths open and mimicking each other's ecstasy. It made me want to taunt him just so I could feel that divine rush through me.
"This weekend? That's when you started?" I all about screamed my response.
What a joke. This fucked-up conversation was putting me through the ringer of emotions.
"No, it was the first time I bought your Plan B, you foolish girl."
My nostrils flared and I held back my emotions. I swallowed hard, almost believing him.
"Let go of me."
"Never. Have you not realized by now I can never let you go?"
Forty
I gasped and clenched my thighs around him.
Our hips smashed into each other and I allowed myself to bask in the warmth of the paradise our fused bodies were deeply in. A slow roll of my pelvis at just the right angle, and it was an overwhelming sensation for both of us. I sighed, not caring for a moment. It felt too good. We felt too good. Kova shuddered against me, feeling us. We both were close to the peak again and I softened around him.
Lacing our fingers together, his voice was a mixture of pain and fact. "I fuck her from behind so I do not have to look at her."
Kova surged into me, taking me like the animal that he was. I gasped, then released a breathless sigh veiled by rage with the news he’d just dropped on me. My skin prickled with heat, both ready for a fight and the pleasure that was about to tear through me.
"You would screw your wife like that because you're a beast."
"You have never been more wrong," he insisted. "I do it because I only want to see your face when I fuck. I put her face down and do not let her touch me. I even turn out the lights. The amount of vodka I drink is borderline dangerous, but it is what I do to get it over with. She does not get my cock hard. Only you ever get this part of me now. I swear it. If you never believe anything, believe this."
My jaw trembled. "You're going to give her babies, aren't you?" Giving Katja children would bound her to him forever.
He shook his head vehemently and drove into me. "No. Never," he whispered. "She will never get kids from me."
"I don't believe you. You'll do anything she wants right now."
"I have my limits, Adrianna."
"Sometimes you fuck me from behind."
His eyes dropped and he smirked. "That is only so I can look at your ass and spread your cheeks while I do. Do you have any idea how sexy you are from that angle? I told you your ass will be mine one day."
His raspy words coated every inch of my heated skin, almost making me wish he would take it now. I was too embarrassed to admit I liked when he touched me there.
As if he read my mind, his large palm slid to cup my ass. My lips parted in anticipation and I took a deep breath, tensing up when one of his fingers found my tiny, little hole and pressed on it. I drew in a blissful sigh, chest pushing out, and undulated on him.
"Kova," I said, swallowing hard, wondering if what I was about to ask was a waste of breath. "Please, don't hurt me anymore."
"Never again, my love. Never again."
The way he kissed me left me with no choice but to believe him. He released my arms and I wrapped them around his shoulders. My tongue delved around his and the movement of our bodies were one and the same.
It was scary how we couldn’t get enough of each other.
Kova lifted me and took us to the couch. He pulled out and sat down, then turned me around so my back was to him and I straddled his lap.
"Reach forward so you are on your hands and knees."
I did as he asked, feeling very exposed. Grabbing my hips, Kova shoved me down harder and I released a gasping breath. This was a new angle for me, and by far the best one yet. I glanced over my shoulder as Kova brought his fingers to his mouth, then penetrated my tight hole.
"This is what I love to see," he said, spreading my cheeks. His eyes were fixated on our sex and my ass. I clenched up, and he whispered, "Relax for me, malysh." The tender ring of nerves he penetrated burned, and he said again, "Malysh, relax for me."
I nodded and did as he asked, rubbing my clit over his full sack. His finger slipped in my hole and I tried to breathe calmly.
"Fucking hell. You know I can feel my cock sliding in and out of your pussy like this." He all but moaned.
Kova's sexy, husky words took me to another level. The sensations flowing through me were all too much and I couldn’t stop wiggling on him or rearing back, absolutely loving the ecstasy of both the pain and pleasure from both sides. My thighs quivered and my toes flexed and curled from the stimulation of his skilled fingers and dirty mouth.
"I want you to stop having sex with your wife." The words spilled from my lips.
"You know that is not possible," he responded and thrust so hard into me I lost my breath.
My lungs ached for air. Kova pushed deep and held me down. I became insatiable for this orgasm and started grinding myself on him.
"You can."
A whimper escaped my lips as I tried to shift because I was pretty sure he tore me again.
"Ria, I have to play the game, but I will make a deal with you."
I hesitated. Another instant that most definitely wasn't normal relationship talk, and yet it was ours. I couldn’t think straight when an orgasm was about to shatter me, but I nodded anyway.
"She will never get my cock the way you do. I will never look at her face when I fuck her."
Kova groaned, and I got the feeling he wasn't finished. His fingers picked up the pace and so did his hips. He was close, just like I was.
"Kova…" I dug my teeth into my bottom lip. "I can't hold off any longer, and there is nothing you can say that will make it okay for you to be with me and your wife at the same time."
His seductive chuckle challenged my words. "I will never fuck her raw, and I will never, ever come inside her again. The last thing we need is for you to get pregnant, but the thought of my cum inside your pussy makes me so fucking hard it is painful."
My clit throbbed and I felt his dick swell inside me, enlarging to a thickness that said he was telling the truth. We both let out a guttural moan, our flesh slippery with lust and illicit desires.
"Ria…" he said, his finger still
carefully working my ass. I actually found myself rearing back for more. "Do that thing with your pussy where you squeeze my cock." I thought about what he said and I tried it. "Yes…" he moaned, thrusting so slow and hard I knew I wasn't going to be able to walk. The tip of his cock hit deep. I ground my pussy on him and squeezed again. "Just…like…that…" Kova whimpered, and it was by far the sexiest sound he'd ever made. I wanted to make him do it over and over. "Harder," he begged, and I squeezed as tight as I could.
"She never gets your cum," I said. "Only I do." His hips picked up speed and for once I felt like I was in control. "Not even in her mouth will you come," I said, shocked by my own words. "Only mine."
"You cannot talk to me like that." He sounded like he was suffering.
"I don't even want you to come in your condom when you fuck her. You can use your hand or rip that condom off and come on top of her, but never inside of her."
His breathing deepened, and it excited me. "Keep talking to me like that."
"Want to know a secret?" I asked, pushing back so my ass was nearly in his face. "I love when you come inside my pussy. I love how wrong it is, that it should never happen. I get wet thinking about how you're my coach and I’m your gymnast and I can feel your dick pulsing inside. It's so fucking risky, and even though you have a wife, you're still here with me, coming in me, and I love that."
His body trembled and I made a mental note that Kova loved dirty talk.
"Do you hear me? You only ever come inside my pussy," I said, breathing heavily. "My young, little pussy that you broke and took for yourself." I was about to orgasm any second. How I’d held on this long was beyond me.
"You like that your coach is fucking you?" he asked, almost surprised by his question.
I moaned. "I think about it when I touch myself."
"You… You touch yourself? Fuck…"
"All the time," I admitted.
"With what?" he asked, breathless.
"My fingers, but you want to know another secret?" He nodded. "I just bought my first vibrator and I came on it three times in a row thinking it was your cock."
It was a lie. I hadn't bought anything, but it felt like something he’d want to hear.
Kova's rhythm slowed down. His breathing was rough and ragged as he pulled his finger out, but then he poked at my entrance again with two fingers this time.
"I want to fuck you until you cannot walk. Pound you so hard you are too bruised to sit down for a week."
A gasp rolled off my lips. My eyes widened and I tensed, then remembered him telling me to relax. I tried but my heart was hammering in my chest. I knew he wouldn't hurt me but it still made me a little apprehensive. Heart racing, my ass felt like it was on fire but not enough to ruin what we had between us. My thighs weakened and I could barely hold myself up anymore from the onslaught of pleasure taking over my body. Kova noticed and sat up so I could lean back against him.
"I… I can't hold on any longer. I need to come," I said, then turned my head around to kiss him. "But I will only come if you come with me."
"I will do whatever you want, anything, if you tell me you love me."
"No," I said, my voice below a whisper. "Why are you asking me this right now?"
His hips surged into me faster. A routine of perfect harmony enough to seduce me to a wild mess of passion.
"Tell me," he begged and I almost caved, but I stood strong and shook my head. "I want to hear you say you love me like I love you."
"No," I said again. He wouldn't get that from me.
"Tell me," he begged, placing his hand on my throat. "Please, so I know I am not the only crazy one."
"Oh God, it's right there," I said and reared back so I was riding his cock at the same time. My heart was fluttering and once again he took me to a new level I knew I would crave again after this.
"Tell me," he said one last time, and I partially gave him what he wanted to hear.
"I love the way we make love."
That was all he was getting.
Kova reached between us and pinched my clit so hard I screamed as he drove into me from behind. He used his strength to shove me down on his dick as loud moans purred from my throat. The pleasure was too much and I closed my eyes and let myself fall. Silver stars danced behind my eyelids as he tightened his grip. My breathing took on a sound of its own, and my body rode his wave until the pleasure subsided and we slowed down.
Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Kova pulled his cock out with a little pop and leaned back against the arm rest of the couch, taking me with him. I glanced down between us, his length semi-hard and glossy with our abandoned cravings. A thin white line oozed from his tip and stuck to my inner thigh. His hand flattened against my entrance and I looked over my shoulder at him quizzically.
"Squeeze. I can feel my cum trying to leak out of you." He covered my tender vagina with his hand to hold it in. He was so filthy, but I loved that about him. "Leave it where it belongs." I nodded, trying to catch my breath, feeling it trying to pour out of me.
Turning over, I got up to face him and sank down on his lap. Kova grabbed my face and kissed me passionately and tenderly, something I’d noticed he did each time after we had sex. This was his way of showing me affection, I thought. He pulled back and I smiled. We both looked between us. His penis hung over his elastic waistband looking completely used, and I could see my clit as his cum leaked out of me onto his shaft. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I moved my pussy over his length, rubbing his thick white pleasure on his cock. I lifted my eyes to study Kova. He was watching us intently.
I leaned forward to push his head back so I could press my lips to his neck, I slid my tender pussy over him. Kova growled and I felt it against my lips.
"Go ahead and come on me like this, Ria, I know you want to."
And I did. I rubbed our desires all over him until I was trying to squeeze his dick with my pussy lips and came again.
"God," I said breathless once I was done. I sat up feeling a little light-headed. My eyes were wide with surprise. "I don't know what comes over me when I'm with you. I feel like I turn into another person and all I can focus on is sex."
Kova grinned then kissed me hard. He stuffed his penis back into his pants and then dropped to his knees. Grabbing my hips, he placed a soft kiss to my mound and lifted one leg and placed it over his shoulder. I watched, curious to see what he was going to do when his bottom teeth gradually danced over my clit. I shuddered, a current of euphoria slaying through me. My fingers threaded his tousled locks and I raised my hips, rocking into his face while he teased me some more. If he wanted to give me more, fine by me. Kova flattened his tongue and pressed it against my sex and I almost came again. It was raw and dirty, but truth be told, I loved that he was tasting us.
"I love your pussy," he said like he was on cloud nine.
I felt a thick, slippery gooeyness trail down my ass onto the couch. I looked down and watched two of Kova's fingers wipe it up then push it back into me. He stroked the tender walls of my pussy with a softness that didn't quite match his rough exterior, massaging his semen into me. Kova's carnal desires resonated within me. I understood where he was coming from because I was just like him.
Kova looked up at me. Our eyes connected and something in my heart shifted into place. Each day he was mending what he broke inside of me. His vulnerability was back, defenses were down, and I saw the love he had for me. Not from the orgasms he gave, but from the way his distressed eyes stared into mine, the way his face contorted with agony and yearning. He dropped his forehead to my stomach and his shoulders bunched tight. He expelled a breath and then wrapped his arms around my waist and held me, releasing whatever pent-up emotion he had.
And I took it. I took all of it all, feeling the weight of his body and absorbing it deep into my bones. It was strange how I felt him more through touch than his words. I understood him. But sometimes when he looked at me, and how his body sank into mine, how he trembled beneath the su
rface, it was the only answer I needed.
Moving to my knees, I embraced this man who was so tormented by his feelings and actions. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I had too much empathy for him, and I didn't know how to close that gate to make it stop from happening, because the reality was, I’d unlocked the door and held it open for him to begin with.
“Promise me,” I said softly. He nodded.
Kova was right. This wasn't normal, but it was our normal…and I was okay with that.
Forty-One
Kova molded back into his old self with each passing day, and within weeks I was greeted daily with his cocky brashness I'd come to know and love.
I never realized how much my mental health relied on his coaching and what we accomplished in the gym, because despite the fatigue and bone aches, I was doing better than ever. I took all my medicine, I didn't miss my scheduled blood work, and I actually slept. I was even eating a little better. I hadn't gained weight, but I felt alive and I knew it was because I had rekindled my relationship with Kova.
I still didn't have a donor match. That was one thing he couldn't do for me.
We were both trying so hard to find the right medium to make things work. Inside the gym, we picked up where we left off and practiced my routines for hours each day, breaking down the skills and practicing to perfection. Wash, rinse, repeat. We were completely civil to one another and back to business. I ate up his words. My first, huge international meet was coming up, then one more competition a couple of weeks after that where the selection for the Olympic team took place.
This was it. The moments I'd been waiting for were finally here.
As the day drew to an end and practice was just about over, I caught a flutter of neon pink in the corner of my eye. I glanced over at a face I hadn't seen in many long months. Bright blue globes for eyes, a giant smile from ear to ear that I felt down to my soul, and platinum blonde hair and pinks tips she'd dyed.
Avery Heron. My best friend. Was at World Cup.
