by Lucia Franco
Dropping my arms, I stepped back. “This wasn’t why I came to the gym. I purposely came when no one was around so I wouldn’t have to be ridiculed for every damn thing I did. I needed to not think about a gymnastics routine for once and let go for a few moments alone. I needed to be free, not having to practice.”
“Needed to be free? Your life is gymnastics!” He roared. “It is all you are allowed to think about. Eat. Sleep. Flip. Repeat. Nothing more! I am not here to waste my time for fun. You are here because I get results and can take you to the next level, which is what you wanted. You want the Olympics. You. Not me. I have already been. You need me, not the other way around. I do not need you, do you understand? I took you in as a favor, a bargain for a bargain. If you are only here for fun, then we are done. I have spent a ton of time working on you, perfecting you, more so than I have ever done with another gymnast, God knows you need it. At least you can show a little respect in the process.”
I hated him and his arrogant attitude and his deep green eyes and pompous tone. My chest was tight, his words struck hard. He brought me down and I didn’t like it.
But he was right. And I despised admitting it.
Gymnastics was my life. It was everything I’ve ever worked for. I needed to shut up and take it, or take a hike.
Standing on my toes, I spun around and headed to a ballet barre that mounted to the wall.
“Teach me the correct way, Oh Master,” I said sarcastically. I couldn’t resist. I knew I was being bold tonight, more than usual. He probably didn’t know what to do with my impulsive attitude, seeing as the only thing I did these days was take orders during practice. I’d reached my breaking point.
“Grab the barre and kick your leg back. Hold it there.”
I didn’t hear him move, but Kova was suddenly standing next to my shoulder. One of his hands gripped my inner thigh while the other was flat between my breasts to hold me in place. His fingers were splayed out, one fingertip accidently touching the plump mound of my breast. I gasped, sucking in the dense air and wondered if he realized it.
His warm fingers scorched my flesh. Kova squeezed my thigh hard, moisture pooled between my legs. I bit down on the inside of my lip, having to hide my reaction to him. I needed to control it, but I didn’t know how.
“Look in the mirror,” he spat out.
I looked.
“See? Your chest is angled too low for the height of your leg. Push off the barre with your arms to bring your chest up.”
I raised my chest and a slight burn resonated in my back.
“More.”
I did, but the burn crept higher up my back at the uncomfortable angle. “I can’t go any more.”
Kova shot daggers through his eyes at the word can’t. Taking matters in his own hands, he ignored my resistance and pushed my chest up himself, never letting go of my leg, and bent my body in an unnatural position. I grunted as a gush of air burst from my lungs. I tried to lower my leg, but he wouldn’t give.
“Your weakness is your lack of flexibility.”
“I know,” I gushed out. I was in serious pain and he wanted to have a conversation?
“You know and yet you do not condition yourself the way I taught you? Why did I spend time in those private sessions if you are not going to use the drills? That is not proving yourself to me.”
He let up an inch so I could speak. “I’ve been conditioning, apparently not enough. I’ll do more.”
“Look at your hip now.”
Son of a bitch.
“This is where you need to be with your form.”
Christ, he was right. My hip was pivoted out and not squared at all with my shoulders.
“Hold your leg still and do not move,” Kova ordered. Beads of sweat trickled down my neck as I fought to hold position.
Using the hand that was still tightly wrapped around my inner thigh, and dangerously near my sex, he leisurely slid it to the outer edge of my thigh, almost as if he was feeling for my flexed muscle. My breathing labored, and I struggled not to respond to the sensations of his touch as his hand glided up my leg almost provocatively. It was electrifying. And though I knew it was wrong, in this very moment, I wanted his touch more than I wanted to learn the correct stance.
“Do not move, Ria,” he whispered.
His other hand drifted willfully over my waist, leaving a trail of heat dancing across my bare skin. I gripped the barre tighter, my knuckles turning white.
God, it felt so good. A purr resonated in my throat. I tried not to think of his touch in a sensual way, but it was pointless. I wanted his hands on me, I wanted them all over my body. I wanted him to show me the correct way to do more. I wanted the heat of his skin pressed against mine, to whisper in Russian across my neck. His fingers sat on my lower abdomen, and if I moved my hips just an inch more they would hit the throbbing spot begging for release. I needed his touch, yearned for his skilled hand to slide lower.
Kova’s hand skimmed around my upper thigh, grazing my sex. His closeness made me wonder if he knew what he was doing, what he’d touched. I tried not to focus on the sensuality of his hand, but it wasn’t easy when he was continually sliding past and dipping lower.
Leaning closer to me, he asked, “See how firm you are here?” Tight lipped, I nodded. “See how your hips are flat and down?” His hand slowly circled my pelvis. I nodded again. “This is what we want all the time. I know you can do it, Ria.”
His belief in me, even over something as simple as squaring my hips, made my chest bloom with confidence.
Taking a deep breath, my hips moved just a fraction. I told myself I couldn’t help it as I worked to breathe at this uncomfortable position, but I also couldn’t stop the gnawing hunger of wanting his hand to move lower either.
The pressure of his fingers digging into my thigh, signified he was fighting not to move. Then finally, one long and unsteady finger hit the slit of my mound and I nearly groaned.
Swiftly, his hand slid to my hip and his fingers wrapped around and gripped me. Leaning in with his hip, he used it as leverage to steady, gluing himself to me. His pelvic bone dug into my side, showing just how close he really was. As he gripped my hip, he rotated it forward to square it correctly.
With a grunt, my leg involuntarily snapped down and my arms gave out. My knees buckled and I lost balance, crumbling against the barre with Kova crashing into me.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. All that touching so he could square my hips.
We were both leaning on the barre in a heap of heavy breathing when Kova’s arm secured my waist and tugged me to stand. “Come on, try it again.”
I didn’t want to stand, I couldn’t move. My body ached and I was exhausted after holding that position.
“Get up, Adrianna,” his warm breath sent shivers across my damp neck. With my back pressed against his chest and my ass nestled between his hips, the hardness of his body was making it difficult to function.
Kova’s hold tightened. A flush of heat coursed through my worn out body at his closeness, his breath on my neck, his fingers digging into me. My heart raced, and I knew he was the reason for it, not exertion. Strangely enough, I was okay with this reaction to Kova, this feeling streaming through my veins. Curiosity got the best of me and I embraced this moment.
Still glued to my backside, much closer than he truly needed to be, I decided to be daring. My lower belly was throbbing, an ache pooling inside for something more, so I leaned against him, slowly standing to my full height with a seductive arch of my back, hitting him in all the right places. Even going as far as to add pressure to the clearly obvious erection pressing into me.
Kova hissed. I was probably tempting him in ways he’d never been tempted before.
Ask me if I cared.
I didn’t.
And the part that frightened me most—I wished he wouldn’t hold back.
“What are you doing,” he asked in a broken whisper.
I answered honestly. “I don’t kn
ow.”
“You are treading a fine line, Ria. You are testing me.”
I answered by pressing into his groin again. His arm tightened around me, a rush of moisture coated my shorts as his fingers skated along my waist.
God, I wanted him to make me feel what I felt the night we were alone together.
“What is it about you that I cannot stay away from?” he whispered. His head dropped to my shoulder and his lips landed on my skin. My body melted in his hold. His breathing deepened against my back as he struggled. He didn’t move, and I knew why.
I was sixteen.
He was thirty-two.
There were many laws we would break if we took another step.
Not to mention, our careers would be in ruins if anyone saw the position we were in right now.
But in this moment, I forgot it all.
Kova’s grip was strong. I turned in his hold, twisting to face his body where he hadn’t moved one inch. My back was to the barre with my elbows resting on it. Looking into his eyes, they were swirling with desire just as I was sure mine were. I may be a teenager, but I wasn’t stupid. I could tell when someone wanted me. Lust, passion, want, need, it was all there. His mouth was only inches from mine, and if I stretched up on my toes I think I could touch his lips.
With lust overpowering the slight tremor in my nerves, I decided to push the envelope. I may never get the chance to be in this position again. Carpe diem!
The muscles in my calves strained as I stood on the tips of my toes. Hovering in front of his mouth, I whispered breathlessly, “If my flexibility is so terrible, show me ways to stretch.”
Kova’s jaw locked, the look in his green eyes penetrated me, and his hips pressed into me as if we were becoming one. I inhaled a strangled breath and gripped the barre, needing some type of leverage in this moment of insanity. I wished I could read the thoughts I saw running through his eyes.
One of his hands traveled down my ribcage to my hip. He squeezed hard and I groaned, my hips surging into his from the pleasure.
“You want ways to stretch out your hips? I can show you a few,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, his eyes gleaming with words he couldn’t speak. My lips parted with a sigh.
His hand curved around to my backside, rubbing in circles and heating my already tepid skin. He slid down the center of my ass and gave a good, hard tug, cupping me. A rush of wetness coated my shorts from his forceful pull. Kova pressed a finger between my cheeks while his large hand kneaded my small ass. My shorts rode up, the cool air hitting the crease as he continued to massage me into oblivion. If he asked me to give myself to him in every conceivable way and act out any fantasy he’d ever had, I wouldn’t hesitate. He could have me. The thumping of my heartbeat echoed in my ears. My legs were already jelly, my hips curled into him, feeling his dick against my aching sex. A hum escaped my throat and my stomach clenched in eagerness.
I wanted him to go farther. I needed him to go farther. God, what the hell was wrong with me?
He gave a rough squeeze to my ass once again, his eyes never leaving mine. “Want me to keep going,” he stated more than asked.
My eyes were heavy from just his touch and it wasn’t easy for me to respond.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” Rolled off my tongue.
One side of his mouth tugged up, giving me a sexy as hell half-grin. His knees bent, pushing his hips into me deeper to get a better hold. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, a breathless moan escaped my throat, this time loud enough for him to hear. His hand rotated on the curve of my ass, turning and gliding up my inner thigh. I gulped hard, knowing my shorts were soaked and all he had to do was run his hand along the seam of my sex to know just how wet I was. His touch was electrifying and I prayed he wouldn’t stop.
“I don’t see how this will help me, Coach,” I said sweetly. “I don’t feel anything stretching out.”
His paused for a moment and then moved with cat like reflexes.
His hand quickly slid all the way up the backside of my thigh so my leg was straight in the air and he was holding the back of my knee. There was a slight sharpness, a pulling on my hamstring, but it was nothing new for me. I was in an upright split after all.
“Square your hips.”
I grinded down. “I am.”
“No, you are not, Ria,” he spat back, tightness laced in his voice. “Are you really going to try me again?”
I shrugged. I honestly thought my hips were squared.
He glared at my blasé attitude. “I am not here to play games with you.”
“Who said I’m playing games?” I fought back with fire in my eyes.
Kova’s jaw ticked. Eyes said so much when words couldn’t. This position left me extremely exposed—and it didn’t take much to know he was thinking about sex.
I mean, I was. He had to be, too.
Kova was able to let go of my leg and because of his height it rested easily on his shoulder. He slid both hands to my hips, and this time he squared them off, shifting my foot at the same time so it was positioned correctly. Little things like this, incorrectly squaring my hips, were what held me back. My leg moved on his shoulder and I could feel his erection through his thin gym shorts...and I wanted it. God, I wanted to feel more of it. All of it. See it.
My mouth began to water, blood rushed through me like a tidal wave. We held still in a seriously compromising position with his dick pressed into me, hard. It felt so good that I wanted to rub myself against him.
“Feel it now?” he asked.
“No, it feels like any other stretch I’ve done before,” I lied.
He challenged me. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” I rotated my hips just a fraction, feeling the hard tip of him. “Oh God,” I murmured.
Kova flattened his hand against the underside of my thigh and pressed my leg up higher, off his shoulder, and I grunted.
Then, I felt it.
Oh boy, did I ever feel it.
Not only the pull in my leg, but his dick straining into my wetness. Letting out a loud breath, my eyes rolled shut in pleasure. He pressed my thigh back harder to meet my shoulder. His power over me was incredible. It took so little for him to hold me in this position.
I was at his mercy.
“Is it too hard for you to handle?”
When I didn’t answer, his other hand moved from the barre to my ass, gripping it. He shifted, settling deeper, locking me in as much as our clothes would allow. Kova didn’t hold back this time as his hips pressed into mine without a worry he’d hurt me. I moaned loudly, and my head fell back.
Jesus...
Kova answered my sigh by pressing my thigh back even farther, past my shoulder where it began to quake. I couldn’t take any more—I could hardly breathe. I wasn’t fucking Gumby here. My body was being stretched to an unnatural angle, yet this is what I needed. The pull was tight, almost painful as the muscles ripped, but I said nothing for multiple reasons.
My breath caught in my throat as his hand ran seductively down my leg and his lips landed on my clavicle. He peppered my shoulder and neck with little kisses. The barre was bruising my back from the weight of both of us pressing into it, but I didn’t complain. It’s what I wanted, so I took it all.
“Tell me to stop,” he croaked, breathing heavily. His hand crept down my back, shocking me as it slid into my shorts and touched my bare skin.
My lips were sealed, but if he looked into my eyes, he’d have his answer.
“Tell me to stop,” he repeated, almost begged, against my heated flesh.
“Don’t stop.”
Kova lifted his head. His eyes narrowed, his fingers moving deeper, sliding toward my core and grazing my swollen lips for the very first time, from the back. He groaned loud, not holding back and his dick twitched against my center. Because of the tightness of the spandex shorts, I had gone without underwear.
His fingers rubbed along my slit, and I almost had an orgasm on the spot. Kova’s tongue slipped o
ut and ran across his bottom lip.
“You are supposed to tell me to stop.”
“I can’t help it. You make me want something more. Something I only feel when I’m around you.”
Kova hesitated, my words rooting him in place. His hand stopped moving and he pulled away. I almost begged for him to pick up where he left off.
“You are too young to know what you want,” he said gravely.
“Says who? You?” My leg slid down his shoulder and touched the ground. He stepped into me to close the remaining gap. His palms landed on my ass and he began rubbing in leisurely circles, warming my skin. I sighed, and rotated my hips into him, showing Kova just how much I knew what I wanted. I had a notion he was terrified to express what he craved, so I went out on a limb and did it for him. My chest constricted as I tried to interpret his gaze. If I was here and willingly giving myself to him, I wanted him to have me.
He grabbed my jaw, pulling it up to him in a savage hold and my stomach tightened. I looked him dead in the eyes while one of his hands slipped into my shorts. His fingers started up again and traced the outside of my lips, teasing my entrance.
“Please,” I begged. “You didn’t finish last time. I had to take care of it myself when I got home.”
Kova’s eyes darkened. “There is no need to beg, Ria,” his voice cracked. “You can take what you want. In fact, I wish you would take from me. It would be easier that way.”
Oh God. Why his words seized my heart, I didn’t know. But one thing was for sure, I was right. He wanted the same things I did, he just couldn’t actually verbalize it and needed me to take it. I wanted to take it, I just wasn’t sure how to put everything into motion. Where to start, what to say. What to do. I was a bundle of nerves. How to make it uncomplicated for Kova while giving and receiving at the same time was a challenge, one I would gladly act on.
My body was on the verge of a powerful explosion, something so new I’d yet to fully embrace.
I decided to start with a kiss.
Straining on my toes, I cupped his face and pulled it to mine. “I want you,” I whispered across his mouth. “So much,” and planted my lips to his, shocking us both.
